#kotlc x reader

[blessedbyahuntress]

Just the Eldest Foster

Chapter One: Excuse My Sister, She's a Telepath. Now, What Were You Saying?

Warnings: Some swearing. Fitz

Word Count: 1.3k

“Miss Foster!” 

You sucked in a breath, going to yank your sister’s earbuds out by the cords before your teacher, Mr. Sweeney, could. 

It didn’t stop Mr. Sweeney from berating Sophie, though. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?”

You winced when you heard your sister’s mumbled response. “No, Mr. Sweeney.”

You were a year older than Sophie, but were often mistaken for the younger sibling, being a few centimeters shorter than her. Yet you made up for it in spirit- or, in many people’s opinion, annoyingness. You tried to stand out- hence the pastel clothes- and you often stood up for your sister when she got picked on. 

“Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?” Mr. Sweeney asked.

You put your hands on your hips, jutting out your chin. “Then perhaps you can explain why you’re bugging her about music instead of teaching? Though I highly doubt anyone here would like to continue listening to your awful lesson, so by all means, keep going.”

A chorus of ooo’s echoed throughout the high school seniors. Mr. Sweeney’s nostrils flared. 

“Well then, Miss Y/N Foster, if my lesson is that boring, why don’t you explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied?” His voice was dripping with ice. 

You smirked. “Gladly,” you said, fixing your teacher with your oddly colored eyes- one brown, the other blue with silver flecks. 

You remembered every fact you had seen on the information card in front of the display, and you recited everything you could think of. You didn’t have photographic memory like Sophie, but you did have eidetic memory- you could recall an image from memory with high precision, for at least a brief amount of time.

Mr. Sweeney scowled, and Sophie grabbed your forearm to get you to stop talking. Satisfied that you would stop shut up now, your teacher stalked away.

“You need to stop-” Sophie started.

“Nice job, superfreaks,” Garwin Chang sneered as tried to push you out of his way, only to frown when you didn’t budge. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you two. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’” 

You shoved him with one hand, smirking when he stumbled back a step. “It’s Lambeosaurus. See, this is why you didn’t get into Yale.”

You kept smirking as he grabbed the collar of your shirt, lifting you off the ground. “You little-”

And then Garwin released his grip, causing you to fall on your bottom. You looked up in confusion, only to see him holding his hand to his eye. 

Nearly all of your attention was focused on the boy standing next to you. He was tall with dark hair, one fist clenched, the other gripping yesterday’s newspaper- the one with you and Sophie’s photo on the front. 

“Hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to assault a woman?” The boy shot you a glance, but you completely missed it, a smile flitting across your face as you watched Garwin’s reaction.

Garwin huffed and turned on his heels. “This isn’t over, odd eyes.”

As he stalked away, your rescuer turned toward you fully. His eyes met yours for the first time, and his widened. “You really do have odd eyes.”

You scowled and looked at Sophie, but your sister was just standing there, unhelpfully making heart eyes at the boy. 

The boy shook his head, as if clearing unwanted thoughts from his mind. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” you lied. “I’m used to it.” 

The boy gave you a sympathetic look, offering you a hand. You finally realized you’d still been sitting on the ground. The boy gently pulled you to your feet, and you dusted off your jeans.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

“No problem,” he replied, looking between you and Sophie. He pointed to the newspaper. “Is this you?”

You raised your eyebrows at Sophie as she nodded. She looked so starstruck, you nearly snickered. 

“Yep,” you said simply.

“I thought so.” This time he addressed Sophie. “I didn’t realize your eyes were brown.”

“Uh… yeah. Why?” Your sister looked rather puzzled.

He shrugged. “No reason,” he said.

You had the feeling that you knew what Sophie was about to say, and you made a move to put a hand over her mouth, but not before she blurted, “are you in this class?”

You gave an exasperated sigh. Of course he wasn’t in your class!

But he only smiled. “No.” You really wanted to place his accent, but you just couldn’t. 

He pointed to an Albertosaurus. “Tell me something. Do you really think that’s what they looked like? It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Sophie said at the same time as you said, “definitely.”

Your sister turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. “Why? What do you think they looked like?” She asked.

Before you could think of a response- to be frank, you couldn’t think of a reason, it just didn’t seem right to picture a creature as ugly as that existed- the boy cut in with a laugh. “Never mind. I’ll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you Sophie, Y/N.”

He turned to leave, but two classes of small children barged into the fossil exhibit. You watched a look of pain cross both of Sophie’s and the strange boy’s face. Rushing over and rubbing your sister’s back with comforting circles, you watched the boy’s reaction. 

“Did you just… hear that?” He asked in a soft voice. 

You knew what he was talking about- Sophie had told you about the voices, about hearing the thoughts of everyone except you. 

Sophie paled. 

“Who are you?” You demanded. “I thought only my sister could hear the thoughts of others.”

You reached out and gave Sophie’s hand a squeeze. 

“So you did.” He leaned in closer. “Are you a Telepath?” 

“Don’t react, don’t react, don’t react,” you repeated under your breath, clutching Sophie’s hand tighter as if you could will her not to flinch.

She did.

“You are!” The boy whispered. “I can’t believe it!” 

Still holding your sister’s hand, you started dragging her toward the exit. Sophie didn’t protest; she seemed frozen with shock. 

“Wait!” The boy said. “It’s okay! You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too.”

He glanced at you for a split second, and his eyes conveyed his confliction. 

“My… name’s… Fitz.” He couldn’t seem to speak without hesitating under your sharp multicolored glare. 

“Well, Fitz.” Your voice was almost as piercing as your eyes. “We’ll be leaving now.”

That seemed to snap all of said hesitation away. He took a few steps toward you and grabbed your forearm. You looked down at his hand in both uncomfortability and slight anger. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for thirteen years.”

You felt your eyes widen and your mouth open to ask one of the questions swirling around your mind. 

But then it was Sophie’s turn to drag you through the doors. 

“Sophie, Y/N! Come back!” Fitz shouted. The footsteps that sounded behind you indicated that the boy was following you. 

You had always been the more athletic sibling, and soon it was you pulling Sophie along. 

Yet you could hear Fitz gaining on you, so you poured on the speed. 

You felt Sophie freeze as you were halfway across a crosswalk, making you whip your head toward the sound of screeching tires. Shit.

You were surely going to die.

[spaceagebachelormann]

hiii !! would you write a keefe x fem!reader ? fluff !! the fic can be the reader manifesting as a mesmer and is panicking and keefe has comfort and console her ? tysm for considering !!!

☆ — us against the world | keefe sencen

✧ masterlist — navigation

✧ carmillas notes — god i missed writing for this fandom so much. i heart kotlc so bad. kotlc requests are ALWAYSSS open guys. also it isn’t directly stated if it’s romantic or platonic so read it as you will

✧ warnings — somewhat panic attack, i hate writing y/n and it’s also my first fic in ages so lowkey it’s bad, keefe doesn’t know how to comfort people 💀

✧ word count — 1.3k

✧ summary — when y/n manifests as a mesmer mid school day and begins to panic, keefe is quick in getting her somewhere calmer to console her.

Keefe could tell something was off with y/n the second she walked through the door to meet everyone for lunch. If it wasn’t clear from the distress evident on her face, it was from the way she carried herself. Slow, paranoid, panicked. His intuition of something being wrong was confirmed when she got close enough for his ability to begin working.

The feeling of dread he felt from her was much more than he’d ever felt from anyone in awhile. Everything was cold with sweat, his head hurt, and the world was spinning like y/n would have fallen over at any minute.

At first, he decided against bringing it up with everyone else present and waited for a few moments to decide how to deal with the obviously forming panic attack.

He had dealt with panic attacks before. He was friends with sophie, of course, and had also had to comfort himself many times.

His focus wasn’t even on whatever the ridiculous conversation everyone was having anymore, he was far more concerned with whatever was happening with y/n.

When she reached the table, he wanted to wince from pain that wasn’t even his.

Messy hair, a look of pure horror, and shaking hands were what got to him after awhile. He wasn’t sure exactly how to approach the situation, but he’d just have to work through it. His head was increasingly feeling worse and he figured that y/n wasn’t feeling much better than he was.

After just a few minutes of this routine of deciding what to do and what not to do, he was able to work out a simple way of getting y/n away from the group without seeming like there was much wrong.

He called a second later, “y/n?” It was impossible to miss that the regular smug tone from his voice was gone, and now replaced with a certain gentleness and slight worry.

He felt ten times worse when she looked up, seeming mortified with the realization he probably knew what was wrong.

Of course, he didn’t comment on that. Instead, he cocked his head off to the side towards the doors leading into the hallways and asked simply, “Wanna go for a walk?”

Nobody else questioned Keefe’s sudden request to walk, as they’d also figured purely from the way y/n looked that something was wrong.

Keefe was immensely glad that she had said yes and began standing up. and wasted no time in leading her out a moment later.

He was quick with his walking but was very good with making sure she was still following. He’d taken her hand right as they left and was gently rubbing little shapes on the knuckles and occasionally squeezing, as he knew that could be comforting for her because it comforted himself.

“We’re almost there, just.. hang on.” He whispered a second later, although it was barely audible over the other people in the hallway.

He could tell that she just wanted to curl up in a ball and die, but was impressed and slightly thankful from her lack of freaking out and the fact she stayed calm (calm as she could be, he could still feel the obvious panic) and kept following him.

It had taken several minutes due to idiots in the hallway, but eventually he’d gotten her somewhere confined from the rest of the school.

Around a corner close to the healing center, was a little room with a big window view and various items placed around. Keefe was sure he was the only person who knew of this place, as he usually skipped whatever classes he didn’t feel like taking here.

He watched her slump into the ground with a look of sympathy and kneeled in front of her a second later, gently taking her hands in his.

Even his voice was gentle as he whispered, “What’s wrong?”

Although she took a moment to respond, he was able to register what was happening.

“Mesmer—” Seemed to be the only word she could get out in a quick breath. He had figured she’d manifested, as he knew it would likely happen sometime soon, but he was still worried and understood why she’d be panicked manifesting as a Mesmer.

He switched from kneeling to sitting down beside her a moment later. His arm gently slung around her shoulder and she was pulled into him. While that hand worked on tracing random things into her back, he used the other hand to push her hair back so it wasn’t in her face.

He wasn’t actually fully sure what to say. Most of the comfort he was good at giving was physically. Through a soft, somewhat hushed voice, he said, “It’s okay… you’re okay.”

Keefe made sure to stay absolutely still, since he was sure that because she hadn’t said anything or shown to be uncomfortable he was doing a good job— or so he hoped. He made sure to say something every now and then, something comforting or just that he thought would be nice to hear, so they weren’t in complete silence.

He felt horrible for her. Deep in his heart, he hated how deeply she was worrying over being a Mesmer. Shaking, mortified, and hyperventilating was never something he wanted to see his friends doing, but he didn’t mind being the one to stay with her. He wasn’t the greatest person to be comforted by, but he’d never leave anyone alone when they shouldn’t be.

Meticulous was a good way to explain his thinking at that moment. He didn’t try to speak about the situation first as that wasn’t his place, he didn’t try to leave, and he didn’t try to solve the problem. He sat there, he waited, and he would listen when she was ready.

When she was in a stable enough state to speak, it was too close to class to actually have a conversation and y/n looked even more conflicted at the realization she’d have to go to class.

Keefe picked up on this instantly and shook his head in an uncaring manner. He sighed after a moment, “Don’t bother. You shouldn’t have to go to class after that.”

While he didn’t actually want her to stay if she didn’t want to, he was still glad when she nodded and looked a bit more relaxed at the fact he didn’t seem to mind if she stayed.

It was silent for a few moments after. Too silent. Keefe was the first one to speak up after the deafening quietness got to him.

“Sooo..” He began, slowly, “a Mesmer.. How do you feel?”

He wanted to hit himself instantly. Obviously she wasn’t feeling good about it, considering the fact she just wept about being a Mesmer.

Luckily, y/n understood he was trying to help, and said, “Well, not great.. I don’t want to spend my life under supervision from the council. And I don’t want everyone to think I’m going to make them do something ridiculous every few moments.”

Keefe nodded, not saying anything for a few seconds. He knew it was probably better if he thought before speaking for once.

“Yeah.. that’s gotta be annoying. But, hey, you can always come find me. I’ll drag you to Atlantis or.. I don’t know yet, but we’ll get away somehow.” He offered. He wasn’t even trying to come off as humorous at the moment.. it was kind of just how he was sometimes.

y/n, however, smiled a little. Thankfully. He was going to go home and cry if he had accidentally made it worse somehow.

“And.. even if you’ll be under this constant watch and everybody will.. well, you know, not be the nicest about your mesmerizing.. at least you have one of the most rarest abilities in the lost cities. I mean— that’s cool! Barely anyone else has that ability, that’s amazing.” Keefe added.

y/n hummed softly, and a moment later she agreed, “Hm.. I guess you’re right. It’ll suck, but I suppose it makes me kind of special.”

“See? That’s my girl. Now.. I don’t think you really have a reason to go to class..” Keefe began, “So, let’s go on a walk or something.”

“Keefe, we’re bound to get caught.”

“So? Us against the world.” He stood up a moment later, and offered a pale hand. “Come on, we have things to do. Not in class.”

[in-every-reality]

Antics After Dark

~You and Tam are at Foxfire for late-night shadowflux training with Lady Zillah, back to your usual hall-roaming shenanigans. Though, you can’t help but notice Tam seems to feel a bit differently.

{Reader is: relatively neutral; a Shade; shorter than Tam; implied to be from Forbidden Cities. {Timeline: when Sophie and Fitz are in the Healing Center after Umber’s attack

{Tropes: friends to lovers, mutual pining, confession, training tension {Warnings: kissing, some swearing, mentions of violence (from the Neverseen), mentions of Reader having a scar from a previous fight, slightest bit of angst

{Word Count: 2195

“[Y/N], I’m serious!” Tam’s face betrayed his words, whitened teeth breaking out into a smile, a shine of mischief and maybe something else in his silvery eyes—a look that you could’ve sworn added another thousand years to your indefinite Elvin life. “Lady Zillah might actually get upset this time.”

“Come on, Tam,” you pleaded, tugging his sleeve gently. “We’re technically not doing anything wrong. As long as we find some shadowflux before we come back, we’re fulfilling our training —this is just a little… detour.”

The two of you have once again been sent out to seek the most potent patches of shadow in Foxfire’s halls, needing to further familiarize yourselves with using the unruly element of shadowflux. As a cure for the boredom and tiredness of late nights on campus, you two have gotten into a routine of wandering a little on your own — occasionally finding your way into the teacher’s lounge and accidentally snatching a few snacks.

“Little? We took well over twenty minutes last time.” The boy shoved his hands into his pockets, squaring his jaw in resistance to the smile tugging at his lips.

“Okay, well, we won’t get lost this time,” you said, though you knew it was basically guaranteed with the sheer size of the school.

Tam raised an eyebrow. “You say that every time.” He closed his eyes, letting out a short sigh. “With everything happening, we need to focus more than ever. We’re the only people in the group who might have a damn chance against the Neverseen’s Shade, I just don’t feel like we should be messing around.” The boy’s eyes met yours again, and you could see the sincerity in his gaze—something rare for him. However, there was something else there too.

You sucked in a breath. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

“I- nothing’s wrong, I just thing we need to start taking this seriously.” Tam ran his hand through his black hair, his bangs falling back into his eyes.

“Are you hearing yourself?” You crossed your arms. “In the almost two years I’ve known you, you’ve barely ever cared about taking shit seriously. Something else is going on with you.”

He broke eye contact, glancing to the side. “I don’t know, I guess I’m just sick of watching everybody get hurt,” he conceded, his voice lowered to a softer tone. He didn’t meet your eyes, his stare locked on the ground. A few seconds of a tense silence passed. “And anyway, the less time we waste here, the faster we can both leap home and get some rest, yeah?”

“I don’t rest anymore, Tam. I’ve been perpetually exhausted for weeks. I hardly ever sleep these days, and I know you don’t either.” Your voice was strained, and your nails dug into the fabric of you cape. Before he could respond, you kept going. “You think I’m not taking this seriously? I’ve been taking this seriously for over two years, since I got into this in the first place. The Neverseen is screwing us all over, and fifteen minutes running around instead of looking for an element that hardly listens to us anyway isn’t going to change that.” You took a few shaky breaths, heat rushing to your face in realization of what you’d just said, how immature it must have sounded. “Forget it. You’re probably right. We need to focus now more than ever, I don’t know what I was thinking. We’ve found enough shadowflux, we should head back—”

“Don’t,” Tam cut you off, stepping forward. His silver-blue eyes scanned your face, landing on the dim bags beneath your own. “Lady Zillah can wait like every other night. Come on, you need this.”

You hesitated, resting your own hand atop the one holding your arm. “Tam, you don’t have to do this, I know you really want to stay on track.”

The boy turned to face you, loosening his grasp ever so slightly. “I want to do this. You’re right, we deserve a little fun.” Leaving you no time to protest, he grabbed your wrist gently and nodded down the hall. “I’m pretty sure there were some extra Mooncakes in the Mentors’ Lounge.”

He knew the pastry was irresistible to you, one of your favorite elvin foods. With a sigh, you agreed.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “We’ll be back on task in fifteen, promise.”

Tam grinned as he practically dragged you forward, your stumbling footsteps and soft giggles echoing down the maze of halls.

~

“Damn, that was so worth it.” Tam closed his eyes, swallowing his last bite. “I don’t know why I thought of skipping this.”

You covered your mouth as you laughed, walking alongside him in the dim hallway. “I’m sorry I was kind of selfish back there. I guess I was just tired of… well, everything that’s been going on, really. Just wanted to get away from it all for a little, ya’ know?”

“It’s not selfish to need a break every once in a while. You’ve risked life and death for everybody on this team, you deserve a breather. And maybe a snack.” He glanced down at you, nudging your side gently. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked a bit closer. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Your body went tense as he brought his hand to your face, quickly brushing a crumb off of your lip with a swipe of his thumb. He paused, your eyes meeting for a few heartbeats. “Uh… thanks,” you mumbled, releasing a breath at the absence of his touch.

“Mhm,” he hummed. Though the lighting made it hard to tell, you swore you could see a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

The two of you walked slower in a comfortable silence, content to just be in each other’s presence for a little while. It was another few minutes before Tam spoke up again. “And I’m sorry I’ve seemed so tense lately. I’m just sick of everybody getting hurt. ‘m sick of watching you guilt yourself for being ruthless in training, then going off and nearly sacrificing yourself at every chance you get when the Neverseen show up…” The boy trailed off as his gaze made its way to your shoulder.

It was hidden by your tunic, but you knew he was looking at the scar left when you hit the ground during the Neverseen’s last run-in. You couldn’t help but grimace at the reminder, the bruised spot on your arm still slightly aching. The mark might never fade. “Is that what this is about? Tam, I’m fine. Stop worrying about me.”

“You know I can’t do that,” Tam whispered, so softly it’s a wonder you caught it. “You know I can’t stop worrying about you, because I can’t stop thinking about you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth like a bullet train, his face going scarlet as he seemed to realize what he’d just said. Both of you slowed to a halt in your steps. “I-I’m sorry, that just came out… I—”

“Tam.” You turned to look up at him. “I know,” you whispered.

Tam swallowed, nodding hesitantly. He pivoted to face you. “Then, can I…?” His voice lowered to a near-whisper, his tone laced with… vulnerability. “I’ve wanted to tell you, like, forever, but there was just never a good time, and…” His eyes met yours, and for a moment, all his words faded away.

You nodded, wringing your hands. “You can tell me now. I’m listening.”

The boy took a cautious step forward, as if he was testing whether you’d move away. When you didn’t, he stepped closer, taking both your hands in his. “Okay. Then… I’m just gonna leave everything here. 

“I’d run around these halls every night with you to see you happy for a few minutes; I volunteer to spar with you all the time just for how damn proud you look when you improve, when you pin me like it’s nothing; I could listen to you go on about your favorite human thing for days.”

Your eyes locked with his, and your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his silver-blue stare.

“I’m praying on all I have that I’m not misreading this, but I swear there’s something in the way you look at me, too.”

He wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t help it. No matter how attractive elves were as a whole, you’d never get used to just how pretty this boy was.

“I know it’s stupid, I know we have bigger problems — but I don’t care. I look at you, and you’re all that’s happening. I really like you, [Y/N]; and I’m sorry if that makes our friendship awkward, but I don’t want to just be friends.” Tam’s voice had a slight rasp to it, a crack in the crystal, showing he was far more scared about this than he wanted you to believe.

You looked down at where his hands held yours. Heat ran down your neck, and you attempted to will away the anxious sweat. “I… like you, too.” Your voice came out shakier than you would’ve liked.

He let out a breath, his eyes seeming almost dazed. “Okay… okay. That’s good. That’s…okay, yeah.” He laughed softly, a nervous sound. “I honestly didn’t plan to get this far.”

A smile pushed its way through your teeth as you listened to his hesitant words. You ran your thumbs gently over the back of his hands.

“Can I try something? I mean, you can say no, I just–”

“Of course,” you cut him off, your voice soft, but more sure of yourself.

He blinked — once, twice — as if processing your consent. “Oh. ‘Kay, great. Um…” Screw it. He finally decided to desert any attempt for words, letting impulse take the lead as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

It was gentle, soft; but you could feel the wall of emotion behind each careful movement. His hands let go of yours, coming to rest at your waist. You grazed his cheek with your knuckles, part of you almost scared to make any drastic movements, scared this would all shatter if you held on too tightly. It was a short kiss — over too quickly. You gasped as he pulled away, cold air meeting your lips and snapping you back to reality.

“Was that okay?” Tam whispered, his tone growing in confidence. His eyes sparkled, his chest rising and falling with each slow intake of air. A smirk tugged at the side of his mouth as he scanned over your face.

“Yes, yeah, that was… amazing.” Your face was still warm from the contact, heart pounding in your chest with the thrill. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Fuck, yes.” His face reddened as the words fell from his lips, dripping with desperation. “I mean… sure, if- if you want…” He glanced away, silver bangs falling just over his eyes.

The eagerness caught you a little off guard coming from him, but you happily took the invitation. You placed your thumb on his jaw, turning his head back to look at you. Arms coming up to wrap around his neck, you pulled him down into another kiss.

His arms snaked further around your waist, tugging you closer with a sort of urgency he’d never shown before. Before you could register the movement, you felt the chill of smooth metal through your tunic; your back was to the lockers, one of Tam’s forearms beside your head, caging you in. The other remained just above your hip, fingertips trailing lazily along your back.

You pulled away for a moment of air — 

“Tam! [Y/N]!” Linh’s voice echoed down the hall. “You guys done yet? Lady Zillah said it’s been more than enough time to work with whatever you’ve found,” she called. Her voice sounded relatively far away, but if she was shouting distance, you didn’t have much time.

“Right,” Tam muttered, stepping back with a shuddering breath. “Almost forgot what we were here for.”

You took a few deep breaths to catch yourself, but you could still feel heat rise to your face when you looked at him again. “So… what now?” you whispered, smoothing out your top and hair.

“Can I be yours?” he said abruptly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Your boyfriend, your partner, whatever you want to call me, just yours. It won’t interfere with beating the Neverseen. We won’t get sidetracked, and we don’t have to worry about the Neverseen using us against each other, ‘cause they’re after us already either way. Besides, neither of us have ever cared about the stupid Match anyway.”

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate in your answer, a laugh of disbelief shaking your shoulders as you took in the boy before you. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Tam smiled, and in that moment, it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Without another word, he leaned forward, giving you a soft peck on the nose. “Well, that’s settled. Come on,” he beckoned, “before Lady Z yells at us again.”

Your fingers linked with his, your heart synced to your echoing steps as you strode back down the hall.

For the first time in weeks, you slept through the night.

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Thanks for reading <3

[queefsencen]

you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

[telugu-girl-13]

Keepblr, planning for next year: Oh, look! I've found a free spot from November 28th to November 30th on the calendar! Perfect time for me to host my Vociferator ability recognition week! Get your pencils out, we're gonna need some Noland!

[pastelrotdoll]

GUYS GIVE ME REQUESTS. ANY X READER REQUESTS OML 😭😭 EDIT: YALL POOKIE CAKES WAIT MY INBOX IS FULL-

Main Blog and rules are here

[anonymous-kotlc-thoughts]

can someone drop a fitz Vacker X reader fic PLEASE I'LL SELL MY SOUL

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[m1-ya]

Reconnection. Keefe Sencen x Reader!

(This has been in my drafts for like almost a year n im too lazy to finish it, so take what i have to give fellow keefe simps <3)

Everyone stood huddled around the table, all staring begrudgingly at an unrolled scroll. Complete silence as they all attempted to read whatever the stupid thing said. The scroll had been one of many that Tam and Sophie had stolen from the warehouse before they burned it. Neither Grady or Edline had been able to decipher what it said and gave it back to Sophie. Thinking perhaps one of her friends would decode it. So far no one has been able to understand anything besides a few symbols here and there. Keefe grew tireless of the silence and was the first to break the noiseless atmosphere, “I think we’ve spent enough time looking at these Flareadon scratches on paper Foster.” Keefe said, “maybe we should take a break.”

“No, I think I’m finally understanding some of this,” Sophie said while leaning closer into the scroll, she and the rest of the group had been staring at it since everyone had gotten to Heaven Field, “I just need a few more minutes.” 

“Sophie, we've been here for 10 minutes already,” Dex informed her, “I’m pretty sure I saw Fitz go cross-eyed twice.”

“Maybe my eyes have gone crossed but you gave up after the first 5 minutes,” Fitz countered. 

Tensions between everyone in the group had begun after Fitz and Sophie broke up. It got significantly worse after Keefe had run from the lost cities and Sophie burned down the Neverseen’s warehouse. But now Keefe was back and they were trying to focus on the more important things. Like staring at paper. 

“Yeah, because we clearly haven't gotten anywhere,” Dex stated while moving away from the scroll and towards Fitz, “We all saw you looking at Sophie and then turning away to feel sorry for yourself.”

“Proving my point aren’t you?” Fitz spat, “ Why were you wasting time staring at me instead of-”

“OKAY OKAY THATS ENOUGH,” Sophie shouted. A headache had formed after having to stare at lines and marks on a scroll for what was almost 2 hours. She was already sitting at the table sifting through a huge pile of scrolls with Grady and Edaline before Wyile and Linh showed up to help. 

They had told the rest to meet at Haven Field to help after Wylie realized they were not getting anywhere with only 3 tired teens. Sophie sighed, “Dex is right, we really aren’t getting anywhere just sitting here and starting screaming matches. Let’s all just take a break and clear our minds.” 

“Perfect! I'm gonna go outside and play with Glitter Butt,” Keefe said while making his way towards the door, “if you need me send a message!” 

“No, you are not!” Ro grinned while picking Keefe up, “after that stunt you pulled, I will be SEVERELY restricting your freedom pretty boy.”

“Awh please?” Keefe pleaded to Ro, “It’s not like Glitter Butt will listen to me if I ask her to teleport away with me.”

“Nope! You're staying right here with me.”

“Fine..”

Keefe slumped down on his seat and pouted. Sophie was actually somewhat relieved that Ro hadn’t let him go. A huge part of her was terrified that he’d just up and leave again. 

Everyone had returned to being silent. Sophie wished that they could all go back to how close they used to be. Back when everything was simpler, and her only worry was having to dance in a stupid school show.

But she couldn’t waste her time reminiscing on stuff like that. There were more urgent things at hand, like figuring out what that stupid scroll meant. She was really hoping she was right about it meaning something important. If she was wrong, they would’ve already wasted 3+ hours on a dead end. 

“Biana,” Fitz started, breaking the silence “do you remember Y/n? The girl we hung out with a lot when we were younger?”

“Oh yeah!” Biana beamed, “the one with the gorgeous hair right?”

“Uh sure, do you think she’d understand what some of the scroll says?” 

Sophie raised an eyebrow. There was no way anyone would be able to make sense of that scroll. Just as Keefe had pointed out, it looked exactly like Flareadon scratches. Sophie was sure she could recreate it if she took a blade and went rouge on a piece of paper. Biana placed a finger on her bottom lip. “Mmm, maybe. She did have that phase where she was obsessed with those hieroglyphics from the Forbidden Cities."

"Ohh yeah Y/n!" Keefe chimed, "I remember her. She forced all of us to learn those stupid symbols that summer, I hated it."

Biana sent a glare towards Keefe, "Are you serious?" She scoffed, "you were totally in love with her during the entirety of our childhood! Right Fitz?"

“Right, you did absolutely anything to spend time with her” Fitz agreed, “including, learning ancient hieroglyphics. You’d stare at her for hours while she read and drew them in her notebook.”

“Woahh! Whats this? An unrequited love?” Ro teased, “perhaps we should write a ballad about it, call it ‘The balled of Y/n and Keefe’ yeah?” 

Keefe scowled at his bodyguard, "shut up” he said while rolling his eyes. 

“Anyway, as I was saying” Biana continued, turning to face Sophie. “She had this phase with ciphers and hieroglyphics one summer and she got really good at reading them, she could definitely lend us a hand with…well all of these.” Biana said motioning towards the huge pile of scrolls sprawled out on the table. 

"But the problem is," Fitz sighed while running a hand through his hair, “We haven't spoken with her in almost 5 years,” he explained, “and don't you think it'd be a bit rude to suddenly show up to her home asking for help to read some very suspicious scrolls?”

“True,” Dex agreed, “I’d be pretty freaked out if a group of people showed up in my house after not talking to me for like 5 years just to go ‘Hey! Wanna help me understand what all these lines and squiggles mean! You know, just for old times' sake? Also, I can't at all explain to you why we need to know what these scrolls say or where they came from. Sorry!” 

The group of teens all unanimously heaved out a sigh, another possible solution slipping away.

“Alright...well what if we send just one of you three over?” Sophie suggested, “She’s more likely to help one of you rather than a 7 of us strangers right?”

“Oh perfect! I’ll light leap home to get changed and then come back to pick up the scrolls, it shouldnt take more than 15 minutes.” Biana said while standing up.

“Don't you think we should send Keefe?” Ro asked, “that way if she says no, he and her can just have a smooch fest to make up for the lost time?” Ro said while wrapping her arms around herself and making kissing sounds at Keefe. Him shoving her face away from his with a firm push.

“No way, Y/n is too mature to deal with either Keefe or Biana's childish behavior. In all honesty, I'm our best bet at getting her to help us.” Fitz said confidently, trying to hide his smug look.

Biana gasped, "What?! Me and Y/n were like best friends, she's more likely to trust me than either of you shady boys. Also-"

"Key word," Fitz interrupted, "were like best friends."

[i-need-to-get-a-life3]

finally

Okay everyone I am happy to announce that I am now a fan fiction author! Woo-hoo! I love books and I simp for the characters so I'm finally decided to share my obsessions.

I will wrote for:

Pjo characters

Hoo characters

Lotr characters

Kotlc characters

Aruh shah characters

Hp characters

Rodrick heffley

Big hero size characters

Atla but specifically zuko bcs I haven't watched in ages and only remember that cutie

And if u ask I may or may not have others that I just forget about .

O will write lgbtq and gender neutral but if a character is gay or sm I will respect their sexuality and only write for x that gender. I will do headcannons and fluff, and angst but absolutely no smut. I will write persons of color and overweight underweight short reader tall reader, anything bcs the struggle is real. O also do mood boards and other stuff. I will cuss in My writing but if u don't like that, put that in the request and I will ofc respect that.

Pls request stuff bcs I have zero motivation 😔.

[wolfhard13]

Get to know me :)

Hi, I'm just a girl who likes to read and write. I joined Tumblr recently and say I quite like it. I have many hobbies and want to write more on this app. I take requests. I really need a suggestion from somebody to write a story so just put one in my inbox and I'll write it as quick as I can. Thanks :)

What I write for ;

♡ Keeper Of The Lost Cities (Kotlc)

♡ Harry Potter

♡ Percy Jackson

♡ Cobra Kai

♡ Hunger Games

♡ Stranger Things

♡ Julie and the Phantoms

♡ How to train your dragon (httyd)

♡ Maze Runner (tmr)

♡ Jurassic Park

♡ Brooklyn Nine-Nine

♡Haikyuu

♡Death Note

♡Jujustu Kaisen (jjk)

♡Spy×family

♡sonic

What I write about ;

♡ Fluff

♡ Angst

♡ Smut

♡ Romance

♡ Yandere

♡ Jealousy

:)

[blessedbyahuntress]

Y'all know what would be crazy? Sending me pjo, kotlc, and EPIC: the musical requests.

[spaceagebachelormann]

hii !!

i was wondering if you could do a keefe sencen x fem!reader who has curly hair and keefe is just like playing with y/ns hair every single second? thank you !! xx

-anon 🦕

curls

✧ warnings: none! other than like one swear word

✧ additional info: ugh this is badly written i’m sorry :( i’m like just starting to get into writing blurbs again cause i’m more used to writing headcanons and i’m not even that good at that

✧ word count: 485

✧ m.list — nav.

“i love your hair.”

the same thing he’s been saying for days as his hands make their way to your curls for the millionth time as you attempt to focus on the work you had been assigned that morning.

not that it bothers you, of course. you’d have keefes hands tangled in your strands all day if you could.

his fingers were always soft and warm, your curls gently brushing against them as they moved throughout your hair.

he seemed to always have a hand on your head, either just patting it as he walked by for no real reason or attempting to do some ridiculous hairstyle biana told him about.

and he’s so gentle too, so careful not to accidentally pull a strand, unless he’s teasing you, and even then he doesn’t even pull it that hard. and he’s always so quick to apologize if he does, muttering a quick “shit— i’m sorry.” right before going back to whatever he was doing.

as much as you loved it, your soft spoken boyfriend was distracting you from your work.

“keefe, i’m busy right now.” you say with an attempted stern voice, although you have to turn your face away so he can’t see the smile making its way across your cheeks.

he lets out a tiny laugh, a noise you’ve gotten so used to by now, as he’s kneeling down to look you in the eyes, his hand moving from your scalp to the nape of your neck. he gently moves your head to look at him.

with his signature smirk, he debates, “and yet you’re smiling.”

he leans in gently kisses your cheek before you can respond, before he stands behind you and starts playing with your hair again.

“do you know why i like your hair so much?” he asks suddenly, beginning to braid your hair.

“it’s because it’s comforting to me, for some reason.” he hums, before you actually get a chance to respond.

he goes on, ranting a little.

“i don’t know why, but the texture of your hair is just so.. nice to me and i don’t know why. and your hair is always so soft and nice which makes it so much better, and that’s coming from me, so you better take it as a compliment. a huge compliment.”

that makes you laugh, which makes him smile at the melodic noise.

“maybe my work can wait an hour or two, don’t you think?” you inquire, turning around to face him. “why don’t we go do something fun, like you’ve been wanting all week.”

the way his face immediately lights up just melts your heart. he grins and gently takes your hand, pulling you out of the chair.

“how could i refuse?” he teases, already dragging you off somewhere to do who knows what.

[in-every-reality]

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just in case people don't know my account :)

my Tam fics all end up over there as well.

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[nobodysdaydreams]

Explaining fandoms I’m not in, but I have seen on my dash from the mutuals (to the best of my knowledge based on their posts):

Why? Because I thought it would be fun and entertaining and I hope I’m not wrong.

The Magnus Archives (TMA)- a group of people document creepy and supernatural events while they slowly one by one discover either that they are the monsters/possessed by them, or that they are being taken in by the monsters, or that their coworkers are the monsters, or that they themselves are possibly friends with or dating the monsters, or that they have been working for the monsters (or bad guys) the entire time. Many of the villains seem to be demented or possessed life sized toys and clowns or eyeballs. This podcast has so many episodes, and I see so many posts about it, but these seem to be the common themes.

Miraculous Ladybug- actually haven’t seen this one on my dash in a long time, but when I first did, despite appearing like a straightforward kids fandom, the shipping discourse confused the heck out of me. But if I have this right, based on the posts from my younger followers, two teenagers are animal themed superheroes who are dating each other and also have crushes on each other, but they don’t know they are dating each other, because they don’t know each others secret identities, because… okay, I still honestly have no idea why. There are ~5K posts about this apparently very central and specific plot line, but not one explains why they don’t just tell each other who they are??? Anything for the plot, I guess. Apparently this has been going on for a long time to the point where even the show’s target audience of children is confused as to how these teenagers and grown adults haven’t put the pieces together as to who everyone’s secret identity is.

Keeper of the Lost Cities (KOTLC)- there’s a girl named Sophie. She is an elf in a love triangle with Keefe and some other guy (I think his name is Fritz). Keefe’s parents are terrible, especially his mom. Sophie has horse DNA (I don’t know if that post was a joke or not sorry if that’s wrong). There’s an elf with fire powers. Elves read minds. There’s a group called the black swan who are the good guys, I think. Also I think the elves and humans are at war. I know Keefe’s parents are trash, does Sophie have parents? From what I can tell, she grows up believing she’s a human but then surprise! She’s an elf and the chosen one, and elves are possibly immortal? Wait, maybe Sophie’s a half elf. Is that a thing?

Spy x Family - two people are fake dating each other for spy reasons but eventually fall in love for real. The twist is, they each think the other is a normal civilian who doesn’t know about the fake relationship (which is kinda messed up to make someone fall in love with you for a fake cover but if they’re also doing the same to you that’s karma I guess) but I think it might end up ok, because they fall in love for real (Aw) but possibly also not okay, because I also think it might be revealed that they’ve been working for enemy sides this whole time (drama). Also the adopted daughter is a mind reader who knows everything but chooses to keep what she knows secret for the plot. Respect. And I recently saw something about the family having a super powered dog? Is he real?

The Murderbot Diaries - a bunch of robots are created for one purpose: murder. But when their murder programming goes haywire, they discover that they might have more in common with the humans they’ve been assigned to kill than they originally thought. Or that they have more humanity inside themselves than they thought… or maybe that the people who created them have more evil intentions than… well in hindsight, “the people who build the murder robots are evil!” seems like an obvious plot twist, but maybe they’re more morally complex or had decent intentions and just never intended for it to go this far… or maybe the robots get hacked or decide maybe they don’t want to be murder bots anymore which brings us back to free will. Interesting philosophical questions, but I think the robots might be getting into some wacky shenanigans as well. Also they apparently have diaries. I get that a diary is just like… a log of what they’re doing, but that won’t stop me from imaging a big scary robot with a little pink glitter pen writing “Dear Diary, I killed three people today. I still see their faces when I try to power off at night. When I go into sleep mode, I dream of their faces. I begin to wonder things, like whether they had families, dreams, or ambitions. I also wonder what they felt in their final moments. I fear this means I am developing a conscience and desire to turn against my programming and the creators. But probably nothing a little update and restart can’t fix. I’ll keep you updated, dairy. XOXO, Murderbot 💕” So. How did I do? Scale of 1-10, with 10 being “you nailed it!” and 1 being “None of this is remotely close. What posts have you been looking at?”

[icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember]

Currently reader kotlc (on book 7) IM SO HAPPY SOMEONE ELSE SHIPS SOPHIE X BIANA

YESS MY FAV YURI SHIP!! SOPHIANA FOR LIFE <33