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psychostxr · 2 years

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PAIRING. kieran valentine x gn! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.9k

WARNINGS. none

NOTES. this took way longer to write than it should have, but it’s here now, so enjoy!

KEYS. (y/n) - your name e.g. paige, sam, etc.

"So this is Monster High." You stare at the school before you, your heart beating a million kilometers per hour. "It's bigger than I imagined."

"You'll get used to it eventually," your older sister says. "Well, I'm off. Try not to make a fool of yourself!"

Your sister walks ahead of you, unbothered by your dumbfounded expression.

"B-but aren't you going to show me around?" you question, trying to catch up with the person you call a sister.

"Can't!" she replies, "I got to meet up with my friends!"

Your sister wanders into one of the school's hallways, disappearing among the crowd of students that chat away.

"Brat..." you mumble in annoyance.

Crossing your arms, you anxiously look around the room and take notice of the different hallways. Each hallway could lead you to a separate part of the school, but which one were you supposed to follow?

Grumbling, you unzip your schoolbag and rummage around to find the piece of paper that held your class schedule and locker number.

Everything on here but a map, you think, looking at your schedule.

"I haven't seen you around before." You spin around to see a manster who you can only assume is talking to you, but it's hard to tell with the dark shades covering his eyes. "Are you new here?"

You nod. "Yeah... It's kinda my first day."

"Welcome to Monster High! It's always exciting when the school gets new blood," the manster explains. "I'm Deuce, by the way."

"(y/n)."

"Well, (y/n), do you need someone to show you around?"

Your face brightens. "Really? That would be clawsome!"

"No problem," Deuce replies, "We should stop by your locker first to unpack your stuff. Unless you want to carry your bag the entire day?"

"Definitely not," you answer, "So which way to the lockers?"

"Depends on your locker number."

"Right." Glancing at the paper in your hand, you read your number aloud, "116."

"Oh, that's near Cleo's locker. I'll lead you right to it."

As Deuce leads you to your locker, the gorgon points out a few different classrooms, Headmistress Bloodgood's office, the Creepateria, and Study Howl.

"And this is it!" Deuce's fist bangs against your locker. "Locker 116."

"Thanks for showing me to my locker." Unlocking the lock, you hear a quiet click before opening your locker. "You're a better tour guide than my sister could ever be."

Deuce tilts his head. "You have a sister at Monster High?"

"Yep!" you answer, packing unnecessary books into your locker. "She's annoying, but aren't all siblings?"

"I get that."

Closing your locker, you notice a pink-skinned manster staring at you from behind Deuce. Meeting the manster's eyes, his eyes widen in embarrassment. He quickly looks at the floor, ignoring your piercing gaze.

"Hey, who's that?" you question, gesturing towards the manster behind Deuce.

Deuce follows your gesture, catching sight of the pink-skinned manster.

"That would be Valentine. He's a vampire," Deuce explains.

"Is there a reason he's trying to hide from me? Or is he just shy?"

"He probably thinks you've heard of his bad reputation," he says.

"What did he do to earn a bad reputation?" you ask.

"Your sister didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He put a spell on this ghoul I know and tried to make her fall in love with him." Deuce studies Valentine. "He tried to break her heart, but it failed, rendering him powerless."

"That's..." You pause, unsure of what to think of this situation. "A lot."

"He's good now, though." Deuce turns back to you. "Valentine visits from time to time to help couples deal with their relationship problems. Kinda like cupid," Deuce clarifies to enlighten you.

"Which is good. Right?" you ask. "Valentine realized how much trouble he caused and is now trying to fix his mistake."

The bell rings, officially commencing school hours. Monsters gather their stuff and backpacks and head to their classrooms.

"We should probably get to class now."

You nod your head in agreement, following Deuce to your next class, which happens to be Dead Language. Not your favourite subject, but definitely not your worst.

Too busy caught up in your thoughts, you accidentally bump into someone, knocking them down.

"Oh, my ghoul! I'm so sorry!" you apologize, lending them your hand. "Are you okay?"

Looking down at the monster, you realize it's Valentine. His bright rosy eyes stare into your own, and suddenly you're aware of how attractive the vampire is.

Valentine takes your hand, allowing you to help him up. "I'm okay."

"I'm sorry again," you continue, "I was distracted and wasn't looking where I was going. You're Valentine, right?"

"Yes, and you are...?"

"I'm (y/n). I just transferred to Monster High," you explain. "I heard you don't attend Monster High, though. So if you want, I can keep you up on the groaning around the halls?"

"Why would you do that?" the vampire questions, looking at you with raised brows. "Haven't you heard what I've done?"

"Valentine, I'm just trying to be nice." You smile at the vampire, hoping it reassures him. "I think you could use a friend. So if you could give me your iCoffin, that would be clawsome."

Valentine stares at you for a moment, then quickly takes out his iCoffin and offers it to you. Grinning like the devil, you enter your number into the device and pass it back to him.

"I have to get to class, but text me!"

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underqualified-human · 2 years

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Kieran Valentine x male!reader

Request: Hello! May I request somethin? It's Monster High related. Kieran Valentine x tall manster male reader?

The reader is the new ghoul (or in this case. Manster) at school. And he's heard of the things about Valentine and how he used to play with other girls. BUT Valentine is learning to be better. Miscellaneous thing, Reader has a sister as well (younger or older is up to you. BUT shes shorter than the reader) @sm0r3-m0nst3r

A/N: Reader is a plant monster

Warnings:

Fandom: Monster High

Genre: Oneshot

Word Count: 368

Pronouns: He/Him

were more comfortable than most new students, if only because of your sister. She'd been attending Monster High a year before you transferred.

Your first week had gone pretty well, there were some nice ghouls and mansters that helped you out when you needed it. Most of the time you preferred to hang around your sister and her friends. There were a lot of times when she got angry about people calling you her ‘older brother’.

The first time you met him was in one of the school gardens. You were tending to the flowers when you saw him sitting alone. You approached him, potted plant in hand. “Hey.”

“Hello...” He looked at you suspiciously. “So you’re new?”

“Oh yes, do you like plants?” You asked.

“I enjoy roses.” He said, still hesitant.

“Cool. So what’s your name?” You said, not picking up on his tone. His eyes went slightly wide.

“Valentine." He said, hesitantly.

“Oh, like that Valentine?” Your older sister had told you some vague details about what he’d done before you arrived.

“Yes, but I've been working on myself." He paused, waiting for you to insult him or call him a liar.

"That's good to hear, have a freesia." You handed him the pot and walked off to tend to the rest of the garden.

He stared down at the pot in his lap, dumbfounded.

It was later that week when you found a rose in your locker.

"Hey, I don't want to alarm you but is this a threat?" You asked your sister, holding up the flower.

She gasped lightly, "Oh, no, that's a good thing. It means someone likes you." She explained. "Was there a note?"

"No." You said, disappointed.

It continued on like this for a few days, the notes started appearing on the second. Eventually, one of them asked to meet you in the garden.

When you arrived there you saw Valentine. "So you're the one that kept giving me gifts." You said, feeling stupid for not realising it sooner. He handed you another flower, a freesia. "I'd like to get to know you more, if that's ok with you?" He asked.

"I'd like that a lot." You said excitedly.

A/N 2: I chose freesia at random but apparently they symbolize trust and thoughtfulness but also friendship because the botanist who found the flower had a bromance with his close friend.

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ajnerdess · 4 years

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Comfort (Charles Smith x Reader fluff oneshot)

Help, i’ve jumped on the red dead train and i can’t get off. This is another idea I had of the reader thinking her lover Javier is dead after the Saint Denis Bank job disaster and getting closer to Charles as a result. Lil bit of angst, lil bit of fluff, the perfect combo!

You couldn’t help but look sad as you shaved the sides of Charles head, watching the long black hair fall to the ground. You loved his hair, but since Javier had been involved in that bank job and disappeared, presumed dead, just like Lenny and Hosea were, Charles had been a great comfort to you, you had grown much closer, so much so that when he asked you to help with his hair, you jumped at the chance to help him.

“I can hear you sighing you know” he said.

You carried on shaving his head, steadying your breathing as you tried not to make any more sounds of disappointment.

“I’m sorry, I just, I love your hair, cutting it off like this, it feels like a crime in itself.”

Charles laughed. “It will grow back hummingbird. It’s just easier like this, gets in the way less” he replied.

You began to braid his hair as he instructed, smiling as Charles seemed to ease into your touch.

“So, this haircut, is this linked to why you keep disappearing on me for a day at a time?”

Charles kept quiet. You knew he was a man of few words, he only ever really opened up to you, and Arthur of course. He had his secrets and you had to respect that. He wasn’t your husband, he wasn’t even your lover. That was Javier, or had been, you didn’t even know any more. You had no idea where he was, or if he was even alive. Everything had gone to shit. Sean, Kieran, Hosea, Lenny, they were all dead. And now Javier, Arthur, Dutch, Bill and Micah were either dead or lost to you too.

As you finished his braid, you leaned down and kissed the side of his head gently. “There, perfect, handsome as ever.”

Charles stared at you as you walked around to face him and admire your work. He looked taken aback by your kiss, and even you blushed a little at the realisation you had kissed him, no matter how chaste it had been.

“Thank you y/n, thank you very much” he said as he stood up.

“Any time, though actually, I would really rather prefer you didn’t ask me to cut anymore of your lovely hair off.”

Charles smiled at your words, touching your arm gently as he passed you.

“So I suppose you’ll be off again? Off on your adventures without me, while I sit here, lonely, waiting, terribly bored, waiting for your return” you called after him.

Charles sighed as he looked up at the sky before walking back towards you.

“If I show you what I’ve been doing all this time, will you stop looking at me like a wounded deer?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Fine, ride with me. Be prepared though, it’s a long ride from here to the grizzlies” he told you as you both walked to your horses. You mounted your white Arabian stallion as you watched him mount Taima with a puzzled look on your face.

“The grizzlies? That’s where you have been going all this time?”

As he led the way, he looked at you as you rode side by side. “I’ve been helping Eagle Flies and his people at the Wapiti reservation, his father, Rains Fall, he wants his people to be treated with respect, but he wants that respect to come peacefully. Eagle Flies has other ideas, his blood runs hot. Actually, maybe you could help, you always do have a way to bring out the best in people.”

You blushed at his words, Charles always had a way of complimenting you while sounding as though he didn’t actually mean to. It was as appealing as it was adorable. The ride to the reservation was long, but you made your way there by the end of the day.

The tribe welcomed you better than you expected, after all, they had every reason to fear outsiders, but your friendship with Charles showed quickly and they were quick to accept any friend of Charles.

You listened as Rains Fall, Charles and Eagle Flies argued, trying to get Eagle Flies to step down attacking a nearby patrol for an unprovoked attack on some members of the tribe. When Charles and Rains Fall’s words fell on deaf ears, Charles gave you a pleading look to intercept.

“Eagle Flies, I understand your pain” you told the young man. “If somebody attacked my family, if someone attacked Charles the way these soldiers attacked your people, I would want revenge as well. But you have to understand, these people are provoking you because they want you to retaliate. They want you to give them a reason to wipe you out. Your location leaves you vulnerable, Fort Wallace is around the corner, Fort Mercier and Strawberry is not that much further out, the army will be on you within hours and they outnumber you ten to one. You do not want your bloodline to end over such a thing. You do not want these men, these bullies, these monsters to be the death of your people. Please see reason, your father just wants you and your people to be safe.”

Charles gave you a small smile as you spoke. You waited with baited breath to see if your words had any sway over the Chieftains son. Eagle Flies brows knitted together as he looked at you.

“Fine. I’ll leave it this time, but I will not let these animals torture us for much longer” he said before walking away.

Rains Fall shook his head as he looked at his headstrong son before bowing his head in thanks to you.

“Thank you miss, thank you. And Charles, thank you, my thanks to you both. There’s a free tent over there, please feel free to stay the night, everything here is at your disposal.”

You thanked the Cheiftain before Charles turned to you. “So, it seems a little late to travel back to Lakay. Are you happy to stay the night here?”

You nodded, a night away from the swamp was exactly what you wanted.

You both stayed by the campfire as you ate and listened to the tribes stories. Charles braided a feather into your hair to say thank you for braiding his own and you blushed when you noticed a group of young women giggled at the sight of Charles playing with your hair softly. You remember reading about how braiding things into people’s hair in Charles’ culture meant a lot, each braid, feather or bead had a different symbol and you wondered what the feather Charles had chosen for your hair meant.

After a while Charles got into a conversation with Rains Fall and you took the opportunity to go away from the crowd and admire the view the reservation had over the heartlands.

With Colter behind you and Valentine not far in-front, you were reminded of Javier. Of the journeys you had taken with him, of the night you had seen him flirt with a woman at the saloon in Valentine and how that night had very nearly been the night you confessed your feelings for him. You were reminded of how much you missed him, of how you would never see him again or feel his arms around you, you would never hear his soft “good morning mi amor” greetings in the morning or the way he kissed you and whispered “te amo” in your ear when he made love to you. He was gone. Half your family was gone.

“Everything ok?”

You wiped your tears away before turning to nod at Charles. He stood next to you, silent, comforting. You rest your head on his shoulder as he stood close.

“Sorry Charles, I know I’ve not been the best company of late” you told him.

“Don’t apologise hummingbird. You have lost a lot, I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel.”

You looked up at him. “You’ve lost people before Charles, you know how that feels.”

He nodded once. “Been a lone wolf for a long time though, this gang is the first time I’ve been around people for more than a week or two in a long time.”

You frowned at his admission of truth. “Must have been hard to be alone for that long. Is there, is there anyone you feel close to, someone you care about?”

He met your gaze, his eyes tracing over your face before he swallowed. He nodded once. “Mm, there’s one person I care for, more than anyone else, more than I’ve ever cared for anyone actually but, I’m not sure she feels the same way.”

You stared down at Charles’ full lips before you met his stare and something in you snapped. You leaned up and pressed your lips against his own. Charles’ hand went to your neck as you kissed, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, his lips covering your own before he parted them, allowing you to dip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss enough to make him growl. Your hands went to his chest feeling the sheer muscles beneath his shirt clench as he tried to keep some self-control. But it didn’t take long before you remembered Javier and felt a sense of guilt.

You pulled away, leaning your head down as Charles’ lips rest on your forehead. “Sorry Charles, I, Javier, it’s too soon, I’m sorry.”

He nodded, kissing your forehead gently before pulling away enough to look down at you. “It’s alright, I understand.”

“I’m so sorry Charles” you whispered, getting upset again.

Charles’ hand shot out to wipe your tears away. “Hummingbird, it’s alright, you don’t need to apologise. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

He led you to the free tent and closed it behind you both. As you both prepared for bed, Charles placed the blanket over you both, giving you the main half of it. It was cold outside, up in the mountains.

“Will you, will you hold me?”

Charles wasted no time in scooting closer to you, spooning you from behind as he held you close, keeping you safe from the cold mountain air in his warm arms and protected in his all-encompassing hold. You stroked his hands gently as they held your waist.

“I’m sorry Charles, sorry for not being here with you the way you want me to be. Everything’s, everything is so wrong, how could everything go so wrong?”

Charles kissed your hair gently as he nuzzled you. “Everything will be alright my hummingbird, just you wait. It will all be alright, I’m here, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be here as long as you need me.”

You listened to Charles’ words, eventually falling asleep to his soothing voice as he held you tight, protecting you from the outside world, and all the pain it had caused you lately.

#Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #fanfic #charles smith #charles smith x reader #fanficition #rdr2 fanfic #charles smith imagine #mywriting #fluff #angst

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colorsofmyseason · 4 years

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Fanfic Masterlist

So, some of you probably have known that I write fics (mostly Arsenal and Germany NT), and therefore I’m just going to use this space to shamelessly promote my own fanfic. New ones will be added accordingly.

So, enjoy! (or not)

Series of Oneshots

passing the limits of your senses. germany nt. supernatural au.

tastes like sunshine. steno. marc-andré thirsts for bernd’s blood.

promises you whisper between your teeth. philipp lahm/per mertesacker. what happened behind closed doors.

just plain vanilla. neuller. manuel’s blood is tasteless but thomas loves it anyway.

when being normal is underrated. schweinski. bastian wishes to have a superpower and lukas wishes to be normal.

the grand sorcerer and the apprentice. miroslav klose & manuel neuer. manuel can’t deceive miro to save his life.

firsts. germany nt (gen), minor steno, hömmels and götzeus. the players tell the stories about the first time they manifested their powers.

red lights. arsenal fc. supernatural au.

the distance between you and me. onesided!bernd leno/lucas torreira, minor steno. lucas falls in love with a tall, blonde, glove-wearing german in his new club.

running to neverland. onesided!mikel arteta/robin van persie. mikel and robin talks about the latter’s transfer to man united.

a peculiar introduction. lucas torreira & shkodran mustafi. lucas learns how musti utilizes his power.

the dark side of defeat. bernd leno, héctor bellerín, pierre-emerick aubameyang, and mikel arteta. the aftermath of man city vs arsenal game.

into your bloody trap. gabriel martinelli/bukayo saka. bukayo figured out about gabi's ability.

not as easy as magic. lucas torreira & héctor bellerín. the tale behind lucas’ insta-story.

war and peace. mesut ozil/arsenal, minor samisut. mesut might not be allowed to play, but that doesn't mean he couldn't help his team in his own way.

not just a phase. héctor bellerín & kieran tierney. kieran calls héctor in the middle of the night.

the wolf of colney street. héctor bellerín/dani ceballos, onesided!héctor bellerín/kieran tierney. kieran finds a wolf in arsenal’s dressing room.

divine intervention. arsenal fc/gen. lucas' obsession with magic gets a little too much and bernd stages an intervention.

rebel just for you. robcal. an unfair decision from the ref and rob's rage kinda throw calum off-balance.

(im)probable coincidence. arsenal fc/gen, bernd leno-centered. there are disadvantages of being a super.

chasing starlights. fc bayern münchen. supernatural au.

end of a day. manuel neuer-centered. a background story behind bayern's win against psg in the ucl final.

we found love right where we are. arsenal fc. valentine's day fluff. what the couples in arsenal do during valentine's day.

Multi-chapter/Multi-part fics

the sweetest temptation. hömmels. supernatural au. mats is a seducer and benni is somewhere between misunderstanding and denial.

even if my body goes up in flames (i’ll save you anyway). bravertz. supernatural au. kai havertz can see the details of someone’s death.

in weakness and in strength. steno. supernatural au. three things bernd learns after he starts dating a vampire.

in this white frozen world. steno. future au. bernd leno goes on loan to real madrid.

spellbound. neuller. supernatural au. throughout all the frenzies that are football, transfers, blood and magic spells, they fall in love.

countless reasons. steno. supernatural au, future au. marc transfers to chelsea and moves in with bernd.

One-shot

two points. héctor bellerín & bernd leno, minor steno. supernatural au. héctor reflects about being a wizard, supernatural life, and bernd leno.

cold as ice. jerome boateng/robert lewandowski. supernatural au. jerome takes too long in the bathroom so robert pranks/punishes him.

you're my fortress, shield, savior, armor. alexander nübel/niklas süle. supernatural au. niklas defends on and off the pitch, and alex enjoys it.

love at second sight. hector bellerin/multiple. supernatural au. five times hector got into some "complications" and one time he found his true choice.

love scenario. kieran tierney/martin odegaard. supernatural au. kieran wishes to stay away from love. his plans fall apart when he meets martin.

And oh, if you guys are interested in reading my old fics in livejournal and asianfanfics, feel free to do so I guess, though I have to warn you they’re shitty af.

Happy reading! :)

#fanfiction #fanfic #football fic #football fanfiction #fic masterlist #steno #germany nt #arsenal fc #schweinski #neuller #bravertz #hömmels #arsenal #bayern munich #fc bayern #my works

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tdanetwork · 7 years

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Valentine’s Day

a oneshot to celebrate our pretty fairy boys

time did not so much as exist in the land of the faerie; the Fair Folk viewed time as more of an inconvenience than anything else. time was for the mortals they abhorred so vehemently and it would always necessitate an end to something gleeful and mischievous: one could not stop dancing if they had no way to measure when they started

as such the logical progression of time to which Mark Blackthorn was accustomed became a thing of the past as soon as the shackles closed around his wrists and he was carted away from his family to the Hunt. many things became forgotten things, forbidden things, forsaken things, but barely anything plagued Mark’s mind as much as time did. how could he begin to fathom the immensity of the punishment he had been condemned to? his days stretched out in front of him, innumerable and infinite. there was no time in the Hunt, only duty.

Kieran’s arrival was a turning point; if he were to look back on his time in the Hunt, now, Mark would think of it as ante and post, before and after Kieran. before was dark and ruthless and mind-numbingly painful. after was still dark and ruthless, but there was something at least. not a hope, exactly, but a reason. a purpose. eventually, a love.

for some reason, Kieran could navigate the perilous Faerie perceptions of time with more ease than Mark. not for lack of trying, though—often they would lie in the grass after some unnecessary decimation and in trying to forget the horror their hands had caused, Kieran would try to teach Mark how to read the stars or the passage of the sun to gauge time in human measures. it was largely futile—Mark didn’t much like to look at the stars. all he saw were his siblings, every constellation bore their names and the phantom smiles of the childhood they’d shared.

some days were worse than others. on the particularly bad ones, there was no room for words in the spaces their labored breathing occupied; the only way to keep sanity in such physically taxing situations was to physically tax their bodies even more. these days were for sex. and while Mark enjoyed Kieran’s body and Kieran his, sex did not equate with intimacy the way it did in the human world. intimacy came on the gentle days, the days where the Hunt traveled to hinterlands with rivers of sweet mulberry wine flowing naturally across the countryside or when the ripe intoxication of low-hanging fruit was not a mirage or a trick but real comfort. these days were for intimacy, for intertwining their limbs and breathing in each other’s shadows in the sunlit patch of some forgotten meadow while the others danced in revels and caused all sorts of mischief. on these days, Mark could almost forget the abyss his heart had become; these days made the sluggish thud of blood in his veins quicken so he felt almost human again.

once upon a time, it had neared the end of a gentle day when Kieran had turned to Mark, brushing the wisps of his hair out of his eyes. Kieran’s hair was a light, incandescent blue, so pale it was almost white; it caught the light in so many puzzling and astonishing ways that made Mark forget he had bones in his body. “it would be Valentine’s day in your world, my love,” Kieran had whispered, and it had felt like such a sweet treachery, knowing someone else who knew the passage of time in his world. Mark reached behind his head to grasp at the daisy-looking flowers he knew grew in these parts; flowers like this were made for chains and crowns and other whimsical things, but he settled for picking one and placed it in Kieran’s hair. it made the prince look younger, softened the harsh planes of his face even more so he looked like someone who Mark could get away with calling cupcake.

“Be my Valentine?” Mark had enquired. It was meant half in jest, but he still remembered the way hearts were supposed to flutter when one gazed upon someone beautiful and asked them to be their own. Kieran never actually responded to his question but plucked a daisy himself, placing it into the crook between Mark’s left ear and temple.

You are mine as I am yours, the gesture said. Tis, after all, the season of love.

#kieran #mark blackthorn #tda #kierark #by: abbie

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