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pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou · 9 months ago

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SKELIES MASTERLIST

Hey there traveler! Heard you like some... Certain skeletons huh? Well if yes, this is your lucky day!

(Rules to request are on the bottom btw.)

Female Angel reader x sans hcs

Sans talking about reader, and then reader appears right behind him

Sans realizing he has feelings for reader hcs

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Sans taking care of sick reader hcs

Sans and Cash think reader cheated because she's pregnant, a year later they find her with a babybones.

Mal and Mutt think reader cheated because she's pregnant, a year later they find her w a babybones.

Sans husband hcs

Cross, Fresh, Ink and Sans w reader booping them and running away

Red x male reader

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Swap bros x vampire reader

Honey trying to quit smoking and failing

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Younger brother group catching reader dancing and singing while cleaning

SWAPFELL SANS AND FELLSWAP SANS X READER HEADCANNONS (Separate

Rus meeting reader

Fellswap Gold bros x kind reader headcannos

Fellswap Gold bros x blind reader

Cross, Epic, Fresh and Wine w reader asking for a kiss

The cool trio romantic headcannos

Cross x reader smut

Poly relationship headcannons (Killer, Dust and Ted x reader)

Dust with best friend reader headcannons

Murder time trio with Hemophobic reader poly headcannos

Murder time trio + Nightmare with Goth reader

Nightmare x reader headcannons

Too late (Dream and Nighmare x reader).

Cross, Dream and Nightmare x singer reader

Poly relationship headcannons (Killer, Dust and Ted x reader)

Killer x insecure reader

Ink platonic headcannos

Star sanses x Godzilla reader

The cool trio romantic headcannos

Fresh w introvert reader

Epic with reader who's serious w everyone except him

Reader comforting Epic after a nightmare

Cross and Epic x tsundere reader

Epic w Jessica rabbit reader

Younger brother group w reader having a fatphobic family

Star sanses accidentally kissing reader on first meeting

US, UF and FSG bros x shy reader.

Bad sanses + Dream x Regina George Reader

US and FSG bros finding out reader has a chronic illness

Ink w affectionate reader

Murder time Trio w reader who stalked them way before they met

Sans w reader who loves echo flowers

Some Lucky NSFW writing

Nightmare x fallen angel reader

Would mafia boys tell reader about their job?

Killer w reader who has body dysmorphia

Fresh platonic hcs

Fresh kissing reader randomly

Yandere Cross x Werewolf reader

Cool trio + killer w artist reader

Murder time trio w singer reader

HALLOWEEN Specials:

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Cash x reader

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Dust x reader

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Error x reader

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Solaris x reader

CHRISTMAS Specials:

Nightmare x Christmas Elf reader ❄️

Sky, Red, Mutt and Coffee being under the mistletoe with reader ❄️

Younger brother group when reader makes ugly matching Christmas sweaters for them ❄️

(NSFW) Nightmare, Killer, Ted and Dust w reader wanting to wrap them like a gift for Christmas ❄️

(NSFW) Bad sanses w reader wearing a provocative Mrs Claus costume❄️

Nightmare w peré fouettard reader❄️

Bad sanses + Dream w reader who loves Christmas❄️

Younger brother group (minus Coffee and Mutt) under the mistletoe ❄️

Cross w reindeer hybrid reader

Series:

Once in a Nightmare |part 1|

Lamias:

Lamia Cross in mating season w owner reader ( a bit NSFW)

Lamia Dust in mating season w male owner reader (NSFW)

Hypersexual reader:

Killer w hypersexual reader

Fresh, Epic and Reaper w hypersexual reader

Honey w hypersexual reader

Explanations:

Who's Ted and Axe?

Skelies available for requests:

Undertale(Sans,Papyrus)

Underfell (Red, Edge)

Underswap (Sky, Honey)

Swapfell (Berry, Cash)

Fellswap (Mal, Mutt)

Fellswap Red (Rasp, Rus)

Fellswap Gold (Wine, Coffee)

HorrorTale (Axe, Willow)

HorrorFell (Hound, Noir)

HorrorSwap (Rot, Butcher)

OuterTale (Comet, Cosmo)

OuterFell (Venus, Mars)

OuterSwap (Star, Meteor)

MafiaTale (Smoke, Spade)

MafiaFell (Butch, Boss)

MafiaSwap (Lucky, Bee)

EpicTale (Epic)

Bad sanses (Nightmare,Killer, Dust, Ted, Error, Cross)

Star sanses (Blue, Ink, Dream)

Multiverse sanses (Geno, Reaper, Cino, Fresh)

Now what you need to know to request!!

I'll write almost everything except for:

Ped0philia

R@pe

Incest

Extreme Gore

When you request, please specify these things:

The Skelies you want me to write

Platonic or romantic relationship

Reader's gender (I'll just write for gender neutral if there's no specific gender)

Specific skelie Groups for you to request :

The main skelies (Sans, Papyrus, Red, Edge, Sky, Honey, Berry, Cash, Rasp, Rus, Mal, Mutt, Wine and Coffee)

The original trio (Sans, Red and Sky)

The lazy six (Sans, Red, Honey, Cash, Mutt and Rus)

The energetic six (Papyrus,Edge, Sky, Berry, Mal and Rasp)

The swaped group (Sky, Honey, Berry, Cash, Mal, Mutt, Rasp, Rus, Wine and Coffee)

The Older Brother group (Sans, Red, Sky, Berry, Rasp, Mal and Wine)

The Younger Brother group (Papyrus, Edge, Honey, Cash, Rus, Mutt and Coffee)

Horror gang (Axe, Willow, Hound, Noir, Rot and Butch)

Space gang (Comet, Cosmo, Star, Meteor, Venus and Mars)

Mafia gang (Smoke, Spade, Hit, Boss, Lucky and Bee)

The Bad Sanses (Killer, Dust, Ted, Nightmare, Cross and Error)

Murder time trio (Killer, Dust and Ted)

The star Sanses (Dream, Ink and Blue)

The cool Sanses (Fresh, Epic and Cross)

The God Trio (Nightmare, Reaper and Error)

The omega timeline trio (Cino, Geno and Fresh)

Yes you can request a mix of skeletons who aren't in a specific group and yes you can request nsfw.

When requesting, keep in mind that if the group is big (6 or more) you can only request that group, if the group is small (3 or 4) you can request two groups. Now if you want to request a mix of random skeletons, the max for them is 8.

Yet I'm not writing any NSFW of the characters that I consider asexual (Willow, Spade).

If you'd like you can be a type of anon/traveler, by example 💀anon or 🔥anon!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's it! I hope you stay and request something traveler!!

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Please do not repost any content from my blog.

#sans undertale #sans x reader #sans au #undertale #papyrus x reader #papyrus undertale #papyrus #undertale au #sans #papyrus au #masterlist

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eratosmusings · 1 year ago

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Stolen Destiny (IV)

summary: a proposal

warnings: adults only, all characters are over 18, past suicide, misogyny, allusions to murder, dark themes, canon typical violence, smut in future chapters

word count: 2k

previous chapter / dividers / masterlist

“The spitting image of your mother,” you hear more than once. Anger radiates from your father every time, yet he says nothing. He cannot in front of so many. How could he explain that the ghost of your mother fills him with such rage?

It’s a day spent in a stadium watching physical feats. It’s not all that entertaining in itself, but the guests are plied with drinks and food enough to not care. They place bets amongst themselves and you’re sure a few of them will end their visit here without a solari to their name. You want nothing more than to steal Irulan for the day, but duty kept her bound to the subjects who desired her attention.

You weave through the crowd and let yourself be distracted by conversation with the lower houses. He watches. You can feel the weight of his gaze every time you smile or laugh or speak or breathe.

“Looks like you’ve got someone’s attention,” one of the daughters giggles loudly. Others turn their heads. You brush it off and continue the conversation you’d been having about the next day's entertainment—an ancient play written before the Jihad.

The whispers of his attention follow you like his eyes. When it becomes overbearing you avoid it all and focus on the events in the arena. Men striking the ground with long poles to launch themselves over raised bars to see how far they land. The tightness in your shoulders eases when Feyd-Rautha finally breaks from the shadows. His looming figure shields you from the rays of the setting sun and the sight of intruding eyes as he stands beside you. “What uses would such a skill have?” he ponders.

“Perhaps none,” you say. “But the strength they must build is noteworthy. These men train with swords and spears just as much as their poles.”

He hums in response as one of the men clears the bar. He lands the furthest you’ve seen, but his footing is poor. He doesn’t shout, though from his limp as walks away it’s evident the attempt injured him. “Perhaps they should train more on how they land.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes, perhaps.”

Together you watch in silence as the event rolls into the next.

“I must admit my surprise at your appearance today, my lady. I had thought you preferred a more subdued look.”

A man runs with a spear in hand. Inches from a line they’d drawn in the grass he throws it. “That is my father’s preference.” The tip embeds itself in the ground yards away. “Is it yours as well?”

He does not answer. He cannot. Paul invades the space between you. “Giedi Prime is a desolate place, my lady. Color and beauty do not survive under their black sun.” He is wrong. Beauty raised under that sun stands beside him. “You would be at place in Caladan. The sunset would envy your beauty.” That has nothing to do with what you had asked.

“I had not realized you were a poet,” Feyd-Rautha taunts and a smile nearly bends your lips.

“How could one not be in the presence of such a divine creature?”

“You are too kind.” You step away from him, wishing he’d have kept his distance. Had his stares not been enough? Would he not get the opportunity to humiliate you once again in a few hours? “If you’ll excuse me.” That’s all you leave them with. You can bear him no longer.

Fandral keeps a better eye on you. You’re barely down a flight of stairs before he is at your side. It’s a silent return to the castle. He has something to say, you see it in the way his mouth twitches every so often as he sits across from you in the vehicle, but he lets you enjoy the peace for a bit longer.

You have no choice in your evening attire. A dress that’s a sister to the ones the other women will wear. Makeup that will be seen from afar. It’s the only thing you don’t mind for the performance.

Despite your early departure, you’re late to the small room off the Great Hall. Fandral doesn’t question the delay. You suspect he knows the reason well enough now. Disapproval colors his cheeks.

Your tardiness is unnecessary. Paul has not arrived yet. Still, the swordmaster reprimands you for it. You tune it out until you’re free. It’s a small comfort to see the woman with your swords again. She offers encouragement with them before retreating with the others. Enviously you watch. How you wish Irulan were here with you.

Paul arrives only minutes before your set to perform. He doesn’t receive the same scolding you had. He only has time to don his own swords while you and the others begin to file out. A small blessing.

You let your eyes unfocus as you step into the crowded hall. It’s better to not see the faces. Or his. Each pluck of a string and swirl of a skirt brings you closer to the end. As the clang echos when your swords meet for the first time, you think of how easy it would be to stab at his skin. The blade is dull, but with enough speed and force it wouldn’t be of much consequence. He didn’t have his shield.

The thought ends as the sword once more slips out of your hand. His hand locks around yours and pulls. His chest presses against your back in a mockery of an embrace. Your eyes burn as they come back in focus. Or perhaps it’s the green fire in his as they bore into you from above.

The music wans and the applause rises. You try to escape his arms, but he holds firm. It’s a quick dip of his gaze that signals his intent. Your face moves an inch in time for his lips to brush against your cheek. Whistles echo in the deafening noise.

Feyd-Rautha watches from his seat at the head table. He’s too far to make out his face, but he’s impossible to not recognize. The degradation weighs heavy in your throat. A day ago he’d seen you as a worthy opponent. How must he see you now?

You’re freed from the cage of his arms. You bow with the others but do not stay. You cannot soak in the humiliation a moment longer.

Paul calls for you. You do not stop. Your name bounces off the walls of the corridor as you hope he’ll end his pursuit. But he does not allow such a reprieve. A hand grips your upper arm.

“Let me go,” you hiss, trying to pull free. He does not.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” He rounds on you, confusion written in the lines of his face. “I was caught up in the moment. I’m sorry.” He means it. You do not care. “Return with me, please. It’s your celebration.”

“I cannot. I must return to my room.”

“Please. Irulan wishes to see you.”

Disgust sours your tongue. How poorly his father had raised him. “I am sure the princess would prefer you to return to her alone. She has had enough humiliation tonight, I think.”

His hand falls away. “Humiliation?”

You scoff. “I understand it may be hard for you to understand, but no woman wants to see her future husband kiss another. Especially not in front of so many people.”

The bastard laughs. When he sees the unimpressed look on your face, he asks, “Have I not made my intentions obvious?” He smiles. “The dance is an old engagement tradition on Caladan.” He chuckles, shakes his head, and adds, “Well a condensed version. The old one was much longer.”

Time. That is what you tell him you need. And it is. To reverse it. To retract the knowledge of his impending proposal. To revoke the invitation extended to the Atreides. To undo his very conception. Time is all you need.

He misunderstands your shock for one of pleasure and allows you to return to your room unaccompanied. Fandral waits by the closed door. "Did you know?"

"The young lord mentioned his desire for a marriage yesterday. He asked I not tell you."

"And since when did you serve House Atreides?"

"It is a good match, my lady. You would be safe under his protection."

You push the door open. "You may return to your normal post, Fandral. I require a personal guard no longer."

Sleep comes only briefly. The wake in the dark, the image of an achromatic silhouette contrasted against the warm hues of sunrise embedded in your vision. You dress quickly and slip through the corridors. The sounds of the party still linger. It's too easy to go unnoticed and begin the hour-long hike. Every step springs forward a new emotion. Frustration. Despair. Disgust. Terror. Fury.

Solace as you hear a rock skitter across the path behind you. You continue on without looking back or calling to him. He knows you know. Nothing more needs to be said yet. You reach the same spot you'd picniced days before in that blissful silence. Only when the sky begins to color does he finally speak. "The sunrise on Geidi Prime is not so colorful."

"Like its people."

He grins that wide, black grin. "Yes, like its people."

The sun begins to crest over the horizon when you guide him to the canoe still tied to the end of the dock. He does not question as the oars break through the still surface. Even as the overgrown and greying marble pavilion comes into view. He eases the canoe onto the shore and gives his hand to help you disembark. How wonderful it is to touch him again. How dreadful to let it go again.

“My father had this built for my mother when they married.” You take the steps up the once grand gift. “He was so infatuated with her in the beginning. At least that’s what she told me.” You rest your hands against the railings and stare over the water. The marble is cool and coated with a layer of damp. “And then she gave birth to me.”

His warmth soaks into your back, hands resting on the rails beside yours. “He’d been promised a son.”

“One who would marry the emperor’s first born daughter and one day ascend the throne.”

His breath fans across your ear. “Your father was displeased.”

“He drove my mother to try again and again. But nothing. It drove her into madness. Tied rocks to her feet and walked into the water.” She hadn’t tied them well. They found her floating only a day after she went missing. “All for nothing. My father is the one incapable. All he has and will ever have is me.”

“More than he deserves.”

You turn in the small space he’s left between him and the railing. There is no more than an inch that separates your chests. The warmth of the sun makes you sweat. Or perhaps that is from his closeness. It would be a simple thing. A small tilt of your head, a gentle push forward. Lips pressing together. Your heart skips at the thought. The wind rustles through the leaves of the trees and breaks the trance.

"Paul Atriedes is going to ask for my hand."

"And it displeases you."

"Has he not taken enough? And now he wants to tie me to him for the remainder of my days? To submit to him and birth his own heir? How could that not displease me?"

"Deny him."

"My father will not allow that."

"Perhaps we needn’t worry what your father thinks. He enjoys his drink, yes? It is rather miraculous he has not had an accident yet."

Your smile, bright and wide, reflects on his face. How easy he is to manipulate. You hadn’t needed to suggest anything, the violence embedded in his blood coming to the conclusion on its own. “He does indeed. I fear his luck may not last much longer.”

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msriri030 · 3 months ago

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Family Picnic

a light Unum x reader but with everyone lol

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"Baba, what are you doing?"

Noor, perched on the edge of the counter to your right, leaned forward eagerly, trying to peek at what you were preparing for the twins. Their wide, curious eyes flicked between the neatly arranged bowls of freshly cut fruit and the delicate ingredients Unam had purified before leaving for a meeting with Septem.

On your left, Shams nuzzled against your leg, his small hands clinging to the fabric of your clothes as he sought comfort. He was still drowsy from his afternoon nap, his dark lashes fluttering sleepily as he instinctively reached for Noor’s hand. The warmth of his little fingers wrapped around yours made your heart swell.

With a practiced hand, you finished slicing the last of the apples, mangoes, and strawberries, their juices glistening under the soft kitchen light. You glanced down at the twins with a fond smile.

"I'm making something sweet that we can enjoy in the Garden. What do you guys think?" you asked, reaching for a] small bottle of creamy, sweet condensed milk. "It’s something my parents used to make for me when I was little."

Noor’s eyes widened with excitement. "A recipe from when you were a kid?" They bounced slightly on their toes, trying to get a better view. "Does that mean it’s super special?"

Shams, still half-asleep, murmured in agreement, his small body pressing against your side.

You chuckled, pouring the milk over the fruit, watching as it pooled around the vibrant pieces. "Of course. It was for an outing like a picnic. "

The twins gazed in awe as the colorful mixture came together. The scent of ripe mangoes mingled with the subtle fragrance of strawberries and the thick, comforting aroma of the condensed milk. You could see the anticipation on their faces as you picked up a small spoon and stirred gently.

"Now," you said, scooping up a perfect bite-sized portion, "who wants the first taste?"

Noor wasted no time, their mouth already open expectantly, while Shams, still clinging to you, hesitated before letting go just enough to reach for the spoon.

You laughed softly, feeding each of them in turn. Noor let out a dramatic sigh of delight, hopping around excitedly. "Baba, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!"

Shams blinked slowly, savoring the sweetness before a soft, sleepy smile spread across his face. "It’s… really good," he murmured, rubbing his eyes.

Noor, practically vibrating with excitement, grabbed a small bowl. "Can we take extra for Father and mothers? They should have some too!"

You wiped a stray drop of milk from Shams’ cheek and nodded. "Well maybe just for mothers… We’ll prepare a little more, and just in case, why don’t you ask your other moms to join us in the garden?"

The children cheered, already portioning out servings with the precision of a determined chef, before Shams tugged gently at your sleeve.

"Baba?"

"Yes, Honey?" you answered, ruffling his hair.

Shams yawned, his tiny hand tightening around yours. "Can we eat while you tell us stories? About when you were little?"

Your heart melted at the request. Leaning down, you kissed the top of his head, letting your fingers brush through his soft hair.

"Always, my love."

As the three of you continued preparing the dish, laughter and warmth filled the kitchen, mingling with the gentle clinking of bowls and the comforting aroma of fruit and milk. In that moment, as your children’s joy radiated around you, the past and present intertwined, creating yet another memory to be cherished.

After a while, you walked alongside your sister wife, Aeliana, who carried the picnic basket filled with the sweet treat and other small delicacies. Her golden hair shimmered in the afternoon light, and she glanced at you with a soft smile, her hands steady as she adjusted the cloth covering the food.

Ahead, your other sister wives, Ignis and Solaris, were already keeping a watchful eye on the children as they raced toward the grand, ancient tree at the heart of the Garden. Its thick, twisting branches stretched wide, offering shade and a perfect spot for a family picnic. The golden leaves rustled gently in the breeze, casting dappled sunlight onto the soft grass below.

Noor and Shams ran with wild excitement, their laughter ringing through the air as they tried to outrun each other. Their tiny feet barely made a sound against the lush ground, and every now and then, Noor would glance back, calling out, "Baba, hurry up!"

Ignis, ever the playful one, suddenly scooped up Noor effortlessly, spinning them around before setting them back down. "You have to be faster than that, little starlight" she teased, ruffling their white hair. Noor giggled, trying to escape her grasp, while Shams clung to Solaris, his sleepiness still lingering despite the fresh air.

Aeliana chuckled beside you. "They have so much energy."

"They get it from you know who" you teased back, shifting the weight of the small blanket draped over your arm.

She nudged you playfully. "And yet, you’re the one they always cling to when they get tired."

You smiled at that, feeling warmth spread through your chest. It was true—no matter how much the children adored all of their parents, they always found their way back to you when they needed comfort.

By the time you reached the tree, Ignis had already spread out a large, embroidered blanket, which she made to pass time in the temple, beneath its shade. Solaris knelt beside her, helping to set up the plates while the children bounced around excitedly, eager to dig in.

As you lowered yourself onto the blanket, Noor plopped down beside you, eyes shining. "Baba, tell us a story while we eat!"

Shams curled up against your side, already snuggling into your warmth. You exchanged glances with your wives, who nodded curiously.

You chuckled, lifting a spoonful of the sweet fruit and milk dessert to your lips before setting the bowl down. "Alright," you said, your voice soft but full of fondness. "Let me tell you a tale of when I was young—of warm summer days, of sweet treats just like this, and of a time when I would run without a care in the world…"

As the children leaned in, eyes wide with anticipation, and your wives settled comfortably around you, the moment felt perfect—a fragment of time bathed in golden light, woven together with love, laughter, and the promise of countless memories yet to come.

Meanwhile, Unam strode through the temple halls, his steps quickening with purpose. He had just finished his meeting with Septem, eager to spend time with his family before the children's bedtime—even if, for him, the afternoon still felt far too early to be winding down.

A small pout tugged at his lips as he glanced around, his brow furrowing. Where has everyone gone?

The moment he stepped into the garden, his silent grumbling was met with the unmistakable sound of laughter. It was light, free, and utterly infectious. He followed the sound until his gaze landed on you—your head tilted back in laughter, eyes crinkled with joy as the twins dashed after Solaris in a lively game of what appeared to be… Duck Duck Goose?

Unam's brows lifted slightly. Ah. That human game. You had explained it to him once before, though he had never fully grasped why tapping someone’s head and running in circles was so amusing. But watching his children play—watching you light up with joy—it suddenly made perfect sense.

Aeliana sat nearby, her arms resting on her folded legs as she watched the game unfold with a warm smile. Ignis leaned back on her palms, smirking as she occasionally called out playful teases.

Unam crossed his arms, observing for a moment longer before clearing his throat dramatically. "And here I thought I’d been forgotten," he mused, feigning offense.

At the sound of his voice, Shams gasped and turned, his sleepy demeanor vanishing as he squealed, “Baba, Father!”

Noor perked up immediately, abandoning the game entirely as they raced toward him, arms outstretched. Unam barely had time to prepare before both children crashed into him, hugging him tightly.

He chuckled, ruffling their hair before glancing at you with an affectionate smirk. "I see you’ve been keeping them entertained."

You grinned, shifting slightly to make space for him. "Of course. But you’re just in time for the real fun—storytime."

Unam’s eyes softened as he settled beside you, one arm draping over your shoulders while the twins snuggled into his sides. "Then I suppose I should stay. After all, I wouldn't want to miss another one of your stories."

The golden afternoon stretched on, filled with warmth, playfulness, and the steady hum of family—a moment that felt infinite, etched into the very fabric of your hearts.

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roanofarcc · 1 month ago

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LITTLE TOY SOLDIERS CHAPTER ONE. SOLARIS

bob reynolds x oc x platonic thunderbolts :: in which valentina drops a collections of broken toy soldiers on the new avengers doorstep.

chapter summary. eleanor attends a gala no one bothers to mention was put on for her.

warnings. marvel-typical violence, violence against children, abuse, manipulation, grooming, and human experimentation. hurt/comfort & found family.

word count. 3k :: masterlist

a/n. new series!! also I love using lottie matthews icons w this fic bc she looks so cute but little do you know she actively about to eat someone in that scene…anywayyyy enjoy!! <3

A table of champagne and pastries captured Eleanor’s full attention. The flutes of alcohol glittered in the ballroom that was decorated with elegant people and ambient lighting, and the desserts were all bite-sized; it was delightful and certainly the nicest place she had ever stepped foot inside.

She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be doing exactly. The man tasked to ‘not leave her alone’ by Valentina had left to shmooze some men in ties and women with diamond necklaces.

The Gala felt like a dream to Eleanor, a pretty, golden-glazed dream that smelled like expensive cologne and was a whirlwind of conversations that flew over her head. No one was talking to her, so she supposed it didn’t matter if she understood or not. That, and she was told not to say anything to anyone unless either Valentina or Kline was accompanying her. Valentina had explained that she needed to ‘leave the people wanting to know more.’ Kline had opted not to explain it softly to her, not cushioning his words with a fakeness that Valentina carried. He simply told her to stay put and stay quiet. So, she busied herself with champagne and pastries.

If she were being honest, Eleanor wouldn’t have minded doing that all night, lingering to the side and watching the Gala like it was a television show.

Valentina didn’t encourage her to leave the safe house often. In fact, she did the opposite, dropping words of worry about all of the bad things that could occur if Eleanor were to venture outside and on her own. It was never an explicit order to stay inside, but the world hadn’t been too kind to her anyway. She wasn’t super inclined to push her luck anymore. Staying safe by staying put seemed to work to avoid the cruelty of some and the indifference of others in the world.

However, if more of the world provided sparkling glasses and chocolate-covered desserts, maybe she’d leave the safe house more often.

“Nell!” a familiar voice called out, startling Eleanor as she reached for another pastry. A young woman in a little black dress bounded up to her with a friendly smile. “Thank goodness you’re here! I was afraid Valentina was going to try to hide you away forever.”

Mel, one of Valentina’s assistants, was the only other person aside from Valentina and Kline who took an interest in Eleanor. But her interest seemed different, friendlier. Mel was nice and even called Eleanor by a nickname she coined, ‘Nell’, which Eleanor liked.

“I’m not sure why she changed her mind,” Eleanor said.

That morning, Valentina had shown up at the safe house with a dried-cleaned dress and a golden invitation to that night’s Gala. Between the new dress and light persuasion, Valentina convinced Eleanor to attend, but she didn’t explain the reason why, only that it would be good for her and her alone, not the other company in the safe house.

Mel rolled her eyes. “Valentina always has a secret agenda for everything she does,” she said before glancing around at who was nearby. Eleanor wasn’t sure if she was looking for someone or the lack of someone. But after a moment, she leaned in a bit closer and whispered, “But so do I,” with a mischievous smile gracing her glossed lips.

Blinking, confused, Eleanor just nodded, and Mel didn’t elaborate. Instead, she said, “Do me a favor, yeah? Have fun tonight. You’re kind of off Valentina’s leash for a couple of hours while she’s busy talking to congressmen who loathe her, enjoy it! Mingle, drink, and all that good stuff, okay?”

Eleanor shifted in a pair of heels that dug into her feet uncomfortably. “I was told not to talk to anyone.”

“Well, forget that,” Mel said quickly. “A little bit of talking won’t kill anyone. Besides, Valentina’s too busy to notice, and Kline will spend the night trying to take some woman out of his league back home, only to fail and hopefully cry himself to sleep.” Eleanor furrowed. “What I’m trying to say is, forget them for a little while. Do whatever you want.”

The device in Mel’s hand dinged, and she sighed before telling Eleanor she’d catch her later. That left the brown-eyed girl alone once more. She chewed on Mel’s words, along with another handheld dessert. Washing it down with some more champagne, she went back and forth on whether ‘mingling’ was really a good idea, aside from the obvious instructions for her not to.

The Gala was full of rich politics and New York City elite, yet, in comparison to Eleanor, they were terribly normal. And the word normal was far from what she or anyone who knew her would use to describe her.

That, and not following instructions, rarely ended well for Eleanor.

Using her hand that wasn’t occupied by a glass, she brushed her fingers against the golden-fashioned necklace that was snugly fitted against her skin. The metal was cool, but the skin underneath was hot with remembrance of what often occurred when she neglected to do as told.

Instead of trudging forward into the sea of people, she sank back beside the table toward the far wall, eyes fixed on a world she opted to watch from the sidelines.

“Oh,” someone said right beside Eleanor before her shoulder bumped something soft instead of the wall. She spun around, startled as she stepped back from the man she had bumped. He seemed to have a similar idea to her, plastered up against the wall, watching. Eleanor took another step back and managed to knock her hip against the champagne and dessert table.

“Sorry!” she rushed out, offering the man a quick and sheepish smile.

He shook his head. “No, uh, oh…” She followed his gaze, which fell from her face and onto her new dress. In the short exchange, she hadn’t noticed one glass that had fallen over when she bumped the table, the champagne spilling onto the tablecloth before it dripped onto the skirt of her dress.

Heat flooded Eleanor’s face, and a sinking feeling settled in her stomach. The dress was new, a gift from Valentina. The shoes were new too, and they too took on the spilled drink. She’d be lucky if the woman decided to ever gift her something again, and she could practically hear Kline’s sharp voice scolding her for not being able to follow the simple instructions of staying put and staying quiet.

Panic unwillingly pushed its way up her throat, sickeningly as she tried to swallow it.

“Here,” the man said, standing directly in front of her with a handful of napkins. Eleanor stared at him for a moment, which prompted him to hesitantly re-extend his hand with the napkins.

She accepted them and tried to blot the liquid from the skirt. It worked somewhat, but there was still a wet spot. She tried to focus on getting rid of it before Valentina or Kline spotted her, but half of her attention was taken up by the man who stayed put in front of her with a slight crease between his brows and downturned lips.

After a moment, he spoke. “I’m really sorry about that,” he said, voice as hesitant as his movements.

She shook her head; it was her own fault, really. “No,” she replied with a small, humorless smile as she started to run the napkins a bit more aggressively over the wet spot. “I’m not even supposed to be here.”

Eleanor didn’t know why she admitted that; the words simply fell from her lips before she could think about them. It was the truth, but she didn’t mean to tell a stranger that. Yet, it wouldn’t have surprised her if most people at the Gala had clocked that she didn’t belong there by that point in the night.

The man breathed out in a way that almost sounded like a laugh, but Eleanor wasn’t certain. He ran a hand over his slicked-back hair and said, “Yeah, me either.”

She stopped, meeting his gaze that seemed to flicker between her and around the ballroom like he couldn’t keep his attention from bouncing around. His hands hadn’t stopped moving since he handed her the napkins either.

“I-I mean, everyone’s got to go to their first Gala to get the hang of it, I guess. But…” he trailed off, holding Eleanor’s eye for a steady moment before he shook his head. “Sorry.”

Stay quiet and stay put, Eleanor knew she should have left before that moment, but she hung on the man’s words in an odd, relieving sort of way. She wasn’t the only person attending their first Gala; that thought was nice. Though, assumed his reasoning was vastly different from her own. Still, his words brought a soft smile to her face.

Eleanor wanted him to say more; she wanted to say more too. Words replaced the swell of panic in her throat, but before she could get them out, fingers circled around her exposed bicep, cold and strong, and they dug into her skin.

“What did I tell you?” Kline’s voice always struck like a harsh gust of wind, causing Eleanor to wince just slightly. His gaze flickered onto the man for a moment, his fingers tightening before he said, “Valentina is looking for you.”

He started to pull her away just as the man whom Eleanor didn’t even learn the name of, rushed out, “W-Wait. You know Valentina-” There may have been more to his question, but Kline had pulled Eleanor out into the sea of people, their voices drowning out the man’s.

Kline walked fast and swiftly through the crowd, giving Eleanor no choice but to keep up. She tried not to trip on the heels she wasn’t used to wearing and not bump into the people who held themselves with a certain grace she lacked.

They managed to cross the entire ballroom, ending up on the other side in a more secluded area where Valentina waited. She was on Eleanor instantly, fixing her hair as she said, “Okay, the next step is a-go.” Once the fly-aways were smoothed down, Valentina gave Eleanor a once-over, her eyes landing on the wet spot on the side of the dress skirt.

The woman sighed. “I thought we left the children at home tonight,” she muttered, fanning the drink stain with her hand as embarrassment painted Eleanor’s face with heat.

“I didn’t mean to-” Eleanor started to say, but Valentia shook her head.

“No one should pay much attention to your dress anyway,” she said. “Not with that pretty face of yours paired with my announcement.” Valentina smoothed down the skirt of her own dress before checking over her appearance in a compact mirror she pulled from her purse.

A beat passed before Valentina threw a glance at both Eleanor and Kline, rolling her shoulder back with a clear purpose poised on her face. “Let’s go.”

“Go do what?” Eleanor asked, confused as to what Valentia was talking about.

The woman didn’t answer. She started to walk away just as Kline’s hand pressed against Eleanor’s lower back, pushing her forward to follow Valentina. Sweat gathered in her palms as she walked into the unknown and back into the sea of people.

They didn’t stop until they reached a grand staircase. Valentina paused a couple of steps up from the bottom floor, which offered a clear view of the ballroom. It took Eleanor a moment to realize that the people she stared at were staring right back at her.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming out tonight,” Valentina began, her voice amplified with a sugary edge.

Eleanor squeezed her hands into fists as they started to shake. The urge to run rang like alarm bells in her ears, but her feet turned to stone in the sudden spotlight.

She was disobeying everything she’d been told as a child, to never draw attention to herself. Eleanor was supposed to be another blurred face in the crowd, never someone anyone remembered enough to care or draw interest in; interest was dangerous and she had learned that the hard way.

Valentina droned with political jargon, her commitment to the city, and the good she had done with her newly assembled team of superheroes. Eleanor didn’t know much about Valentina’s team; she only knew what little information Valentina dropped and what Mel said here and there.

There was a moment in which Eleanor thought Valentina would conclude her speech with just that, and she’d get to leave. But that thought was quickly squished underneath Valentina’s high heels as the woman snaked an arm around Eleanor’s shoulders and pulled her closer, forcing her into center stage.

“Now, for the reason I invited you all here tonight,” she said, wearing a smile that only caused dread in Eleanor’s body. “I want to formally introduce you all to the newest and brightest member of the New Avengers, Solaris!”

⇄

“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me,” Yelena Belova muttered as she squeezed her wine glass that her father had so conveniently filled with apple juice tighter in her grasp.

Mingled among the crowd of Gala-goers, the New Avengers watched as Valentina sprang the announcement of their newest team member on them by surprise.

The Gala hadn’t even been one that any of them wanted to attend, but Valentina insisted, and she was awfully annoying until she got her way. That, and Bucky had pointed out that no one from the public was going to trust or even like them if they hid away in the renovated Avengers Tower until the next threat appeared. They needed to save face, rub elbows with assholes in stupid suits, and take photo with their children in hope that everyone would forget that they were slightly reformed criminals.

But they hadn’t expected Valentina to pull a stunt like that, even though they probably should have.

“Can she even do that?” asked Walker.

A resigned sigh sounded from Bucky as he shrugged his suit-clad shoulders. “She does whatever she wants, clearly.”

His words were followed by a scoff from Ava. “What happened to us owning her?”

“What is big deal?” asked Alexei. “The more hands, the merrier!”

It was a shitty move; that was silently agreed upon. The team was hardly even that. None of them were particularly well-versed in working as a team, especially for ‘good.’ But they were getting the hang of it. Valentina tagging in someone new wasn’t what they needed. What they needed was to strangle her, but that was frowned upon heroes doing.

“Uh, guys,” Bob spoke up, his hands fidgeting more furiously than normal. His gaze was fixed on the stairs, on the woman beside Valentina. “I know we didn’t know this was happening, but look.” The group followed his subtle point to the woman. “I don’t think she did either.”

The woman, whom Valentina had introduced as Solaris, stood deathly still and sickly pale with eyes blown wide. Nothing about her gave off the idea that she wanted to be up there; it looked quite the opposite, actually. Not the near-frantic flickering of her gaze between Valentina and the man who stood brooding off to the side, nor her clenched fists at her sides.

“I think Bob’s right,” Bucky said, his gaze narrowing.

Ava shook her head. “So we’re just going to let her add whoever she wants to our team?”

The group wasn’t exactly a bunch of warm and welcoming open arms, and they certainly didn’t tell Valentina she had the go-ahead to pluck people off the street and stick them on the team. Maybe that was something the old Avengers had done, but they weren’t the old Avengers. They weren’t gods or even good people, but they were trying to be the latter. Above all, they were just trying not to drown in the hope people had placed in them since Valentina threw them into their new position.

Huddled together in the middle of the ballroom, they tried to figure out exactly what they were supposed to do now, but they caused them to miss Valentina’s conclusion and quick approach toward them with their newest supposed teammate in tow.

“Look alive, my superheroes!” she greeted, all too upbeat. The urge to throttle her right then and there was strong amongst the bunch, but their very public settling squished the idea.

Valentina was supposed to be in their pocket, but she still had tricks up her sleeve that pissed them off indefinitely, and the New Avengers had a very shaky image they needed to maintain.

“What is this, Valentina?” Yelena said, eyes fixed in a glare she often saved just for the woman.

“Come on, you guys,” she laughed. “You’ve had to of seen this coming sooner or later. There are tons of freaks out there like yourselves.” Valentina shot a look at the woman beside her, almost condescendingly patting her shoulder. “And I mean that in the best way, of course.”

The woman shifted in her shoes, face pinched in something between pain and confusion. Yelena stepped forward, causing Valentina to flinch back from the ex-widow, but Yelena wasn’t interested in her. Instead, she eyed the woman with a bit of softness. “Did you sign up for this?”

Instead of answering Yelena, the woman looked at Valentina, who answered instead. “Of course she did. What do you take me for?”

“A bitch,” Ava answered, not missing a beat.

Valentina pursed her lips, ready to say more, but was cut off by a voice that shouted, “Eleanor!”

Valentina’s assistant appeared in the tense circle of individuals. Mel ignored everyone, though, except the woman at Valentina’s side. “Eleanor, I-”

“Oh, good. Mel, can you take Eleanor home? It’s been a long and exciting day for everyone,” Valentina said quickly, cutting off whatever the younger woman was going to say to the woman, Eleanor.

There was an odd hesitation in Mel’s movements before she looped her arm with Eleanor’s and nodded at her boss. The two hurried off, disappearing into the crowd before anyone could utter another word.

The only person who didn’t seem utterly pissed or indifferent was Bucky. He rubbed his eyes with a growing annoyance and tiredness. “What exactly is this?” he asked.

Valentina rolled her shoulders back, regaining the posture of a politician who knew something the rest of them didn’t. The group hated that. “A step in the right direction,” she answered simply. “I’m thinking of the future, our future. Something the Avengers failed to do, and I won’t make that same mistake. I’m thinking ahead to when one of you dies,” she looked pointedly between Yelena, Ava, and Walker. “Or gets too old to do your job,” she said, looking between Alexei and Bucky.

Walker raised his brows. “Yeah, and who’s stupid enough to sign up for this job?” Without being tricked into it.

“You’ll see,” she said all too simply before turning on her heel and walking away.

“That cannot be good,” Ava groaned, earning all their nods in agreement.

Alexei looked at Bucky with a disappointed frown on his lips. “You should have just let me kill her.”

Bucky sighed once more. “Yeah, I should have.”

#bob reynolds x oc #bob reynolds x original character #bob reynolds #robert reynolds #thunderbolts*#thunderbolts #new avengers #bucky barnes #valentina allegra de fontaine #yelena belova #ava starr #john walker #alexei shostakov #mel thunderbolts #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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the-crystal-femmes · 1 year ago

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Boundaries ► Filter Tag Lists ► BYI / DNI ► Pronouns.CC

Hello hello! Welcome to our blog! We're the Bat King Collective. (Our URL was previously mx-werebat!)

Disclaimer: our DNI section is for those who intend on following us, not for likes/reblogs/etc.

Despite having syscourse dni, we have no tolerance for anti-endos and will block on sight. We do not wish for your energy here, especially when some of you are very harassment happy.

Please ask us if you'd want to be mutuals! This is due to past experiences and comfort preferences.

// pt: Please ask us if you'd want to be mutuals! This is due to past experiences and comfort preferences. //

Here's a post about the host! (Link)

We are a median collective (questioning Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder), more info can be found on our pronouns.cc!

Please shoot us an ask if any important information is unavailable to you due to inaccessiblity! We would also prefer being told how to make it more accessible. The host is more than happy to help make things more accessible upon request if spoons allow for it :>

Our discord is located at the end of our BYI page. Please look at that if you're wondering about it!

Quick little headmate list so you know who's here n' stuff:

Host (it/her/him) (Namefluid, current name should be in the "post about the host" post)

Ula / Garnet (she/him)

Pearl / Malice / Blue Diamond (she/zem) (link leads to how to use Pearl's neos!) [Prefers to be called Pearl!]

Steven (he/him)

Frankie / Ruby (she/they)

Peridot (she/her)

Ames / Ame (she/her)

Yellow Diamond / YD (she/her)

Solaris (she/her) (Yellow Pearl fictive)

Lazuli (she/her/it/its)

Spins (she/her) (Spinel fictive)

Jasper (she/her)

Here is a link to our masterlist of headmate forms!

Tag masterlist (mutuals, please filter these out if needed!)

#beach city crew - mutuals! (Typically asks)

#communication hub - askbox!

#gem sorrows - vent posts

#rb - reblogs

#save - posts we save because we have memory issues

#laura's info tag - informational posts we've made! (Mostly me, Laura, though)

#[name] tag - Things regarding our fictives respectively, does not include fandom works

#fursona tag - our fursonas!

Credits for things used on this blog

// pt: credits for things used on this blog //

If there are pfp credits due, they're usually under the blog title!

Dividers used on this blog are by @/anitalenia, @/saradika, and @/cafekitsune

#txt #intro #updated intro #tw scopophobia #<- for the music

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cursedfallingmoon · 9 months ago

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OC MASTERLIST!

(ALL THE LINKS ARE FIXED!!)

🏢.Modern day OCs!

💖. Jesse || Cute boy best friend: PT. 1 | PT. 2

🦴. Bone || Delinquent: PT. 1

🧸. Lylah || Friend's little sister: WIP

💵. Malakai || Toxic rich boy: PT. 1

🌊. Ranee || Confused Merman: PT. 1 ⇒ Asks: Where's my Human?

🔪.Takehiko || Yakuza sugar daddy: PT. 1

⭐. Ryland || Scummy celebrity: PT. 1

Hacker

Scumbag

Surfer

��꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

👾. Cyberpunk OCs!

Netrunner

Mercenary

Corpo

Diner owner

Ripperdoc

City Grown

Badlands Grown

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

👑. Switched Disney OCs!

!!Moved here!!

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

💍. Husbands through the decades!

Modern Day-☕. Julian || Too perfect Husband: : PT. 1

2010 Husband

2000 Husband

1990 Husband

1980 Husband

1970 Husband

1960 Husband

1950 Husband

1940 Husband

1930 Husband

1920 Husband

1910 Husband

1900 Husband

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

💻.Futuristic OCs!

Alien

Robot Society

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

💪. Hero Society OCs!

WIP

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

🪄.Mythical OCs!

🪶.Helys || Shy Harpy Hare: PT. 1

Tiny Fairy

Fairy Hive

Vampire

Emperor

King

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

🪶.Hybrid Bird OCs!

Harpy Hybrid

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

🦋.Hybrid Bug OCs!

Butterfly Hybrid

Moth Hybrid

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

🐾. Hybrid Forest OCs

Buck Hybrid

Deerling Hybrid

Moose Hybrid

Wolf Hybrid

Hare Hybrid

Bunny Hybrid

Fox Hybrid

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🧺. Fairy Tale Picnic

WIP

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📖.Cealieor Realm!

The Gods

God of Life

God of Death

God of Seas

Goddess of Earth

God of the Skies

God of Sun

God of the Moon

Goddess of the stars

God of Love

God of War

Goddess of Knowledge

Goddess of Dragons

Goddess of Elves

Goddess of Fairies

Goddess of Humanity

God of Winter

Goddess of Fall

God of Summer

Goddess of Spring

The 7 Princes

Prince of the North

Prince of the South

Prince of the West

Prince of the East

Prince of the Central

Prince of the Sea

Prince of the Sky

Dragon Realm:

🔥. Solaris || Yan Fire Dragon: PT. 1

💨. Yandere Wind Dragon: WIP

Earth Dragon

Rock Dragon

Lava Dragon

Water Dragon

Ice Dragon

Thunder Dragon

Fairy Realm:

Ice Fairy

Water Fairy

Fire Fairy

Nature Fairy

Dark Fairy

Light Fairy

Wind Fairy

Earth Fairy

Elf Realm

Normal Elf

Ice Elf

Water Elf

Fire Elf

Nature Elf

Earth Elf

Dragon Elf

MORE TO COME!!

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aylacavebear · 1 year ago

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The Traveler Masterlist

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Each Chapter will have its warnings. Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader & Sam Winchester x OC Reader.

A/N: If you'd like to get in on the Dimensional Traveling, go to this link and leave me with a comment, or several, with as much or as little detail about the dimension you'd like the Traveler to end up in. If you'd like to have something specific happen, share that too. I'll make sure that you get credit for the idea you shared in the chapter in which your dimension is featured. I'd love to have as many readers involved as possible. I think this could be a lot of fun.

As always, if you'd like to be tagged, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list.

A/N: 3/31/24 - have to edit the tags a bit, as this one is writing itself in a way I hadn't seen, nor meant for it to go.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 1 Chapter 3 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 2 Chapter 4 - Twilight Veil Chapter 5 - Crystalis Canopy Chapter 6 - The Shadowed Abyss Chapter 7 - Earth, 2013 Pt. 1 Chapter 8 - Earth, 2013 Pt. 2 Chapter 9 - Aqualumina Chapter 10 - Levithar Labyrinth Chapter 11 - Earth, 1999 pt 1 Chapter 12 - Earth, 1999 pt 2 Chapter 13 - Earth, 1999 pt 3 Chapter 14 - Wonderland pt. 1 Chapter 15 - Wonderland pt. 2 Chapter 16 - Wonderland pt. 3 Chapter 17 - Wonderland pt. 4 Chapter 18 - Mechoria pt. 1 Chapter 19 - Mechoria pt. 2 Chapter 20 - Mechoria pt. 3 Chapter 21 - Mechoria pt. 4 Chapter 22 - Earth, 1999 & Mechoria Chapter 23 - A World Between Worlds Chapter 24 - Earth, End of January 2002

(There will be more, and I'll be posting these again as soon as I'm done with Wonderland, which has been a joy to write.)

Tag List: @littlemadamred @mxltifxnd0m @foxyjwls007 @supernaturalfreakout @roseblue373

@flamencodiva @reignsboy19 @stillhere197 @hobby27 @megs-gadom

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pineconepie · 4 months ago

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Introductions!

🤎 My main blog is @montammil, which I write on for whump content, which contains also disturbing content!

🤎 My biggest fandoms right now are Cookie: Run Kingdom, Honkai: Star Rail, and even though I know nothing about Genshin Impact past Sumeru, I'd still be up for writing it!

🤎 Even though I can write for fandoms and plan to, they are going to be a little more rare compared to original characters. So preferably send in a concept you have (ie "werewolf parental yandere", certain time period, a type of scenario/plot) and I will try to fill in the dots my own way.

🤎 My specialty will be writing parental yanderes, as my title suggests! This will include subjects of age regression (sometimes forced), infantilization, and typical yandere themes. Once again, everything is platonic and nothing romantic and/or sexual.

🤎 I have chronic migraines so my writing schedule will be very inconsistent and a little hectic. Asks usually take anywhere from a day to a month, so be patient with me! Chances are I'm not ignoring your ask, its just taking me a while.

🤎 I have no limits or squicks other than things must be platonic, so have no fear of being judged!

Other socials:

AO3

Bluesky

Ko-fi (commissions open)

ANONS: 🐦‍⬛ 🪸 🐛 🍋 🥀 🪼 🏚 🦊 🍒 🦈 🐞 ⚖️ 🎀 ☀️ 🦌 🐏 🌺 t3ddydoll 🎸 🐥 📸

MASTERLIST <-

Fanart:

Octavian | Octavian

Vincent | Vincent

Cecil

Commissioned work:

Vincent

Ellis

Cecil

Winter

Other links for future reference on my OCs (I update them when I make new OCs):

Songs that remind me of them

All my OCs birthdays

OC's MBTI

My OC's Heights

Rough ages of my OCs

OCs' body types

OC's sexualities/gender identities

Voice claims

Their scents

Frequently asked questions:

Q: "I gave an ask/request and haven't had it answered. Are you ignoring it or did Tumblr eat my ask?"

A: Tumblr might've eaten your ask, or I may have ignored it, just since I have so many asks. If an ask really interests me, I will prioritize it. At the moment of writing this, I have almost 300 asks in my inbox. Feel free to always ask again, but don't take it personally if it goes unanswered.

Q: "Do you have a schedule for uploading?"

A: Not really. I post writings on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (CDT), but there's no guarantee I will post then. My upload schedule is very inconsistent.

Q: "Do you write for characters outside of your own OCs?"

A: I want to, but so far I haven't. Its simply because its hard for me to write for characters I don't enjoy, so it has to be specific ones. Feel free to request, but it'll most likely go unanswered. My main fandoms are Homicipher, Honkai: Star Rail, and Cookie Run: Kingdom.

Q: "Do you write for darker topics?"

A: I don't mind at all! The only time I cross the line is when the yanparent is being portrayed as anything other than platonic. So feel free to ask away.

Q: "What is the difference between a general ask and request?"

A: A general ask is asking how an OC or a certain set of OCs would react to a scenario, not expecting a long or detailed response; a request is asking for a full writing.

Series 1 Yanderes: Octavian, Vincent, Indigo, Magnus, Seradiel, Warren

Series 2 Yanderes: Blair, Solaris, Cullen & August, Castor, Ellis, Hugo

Series 3 Yanderes: Dante, Anevra, Cecil, Lux, Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Sianet

Series 4 Yanderes: Coming soon...

Here's a fun little quiz I did! Don't take the answers too seriously, I just love making quizzes haha ^^

#yandere #parental yandere #platonic yandere #yandere age regression #yandere x reader #forced agere #forced age regression #familial yandere

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minxmut-cafe · 7 months ago

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9. Whispers and Shadows

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: Fantasy Au.

Authors note: HERE is the 9th chapter! I've also opened a KOFI page so if you're interested in my writing your support would be appreciated.

General Warning: (eventual) Smut, crude language, angst, fluffy, gorey themes, lil bit of torture,

Summary: In the kingdom of Solaria, Prince Jimin is caught in a web of secrets, darkness, and ancient power. When a mysterious maid enters his life, he's drawn into an intricate tale of betrayal, loss, and a curse that binds a forgotten princess to the depths of the ocean. As tensions rise between the five powerful tribes, Jimin discovers a hidden connection between the princess, a siren, and his own fate-one that could unravel the balance of the entire world.

With the Abyss calling, and the truth slipping just beyond his reach, Jimin must navigate treacherous waters, confront his past, and uncover the secrets that tie him to the ocean's depths. But the more he learns, the deeper the darkness becomes, threatening to pull him under.

Will Jimin uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will the ocean's power drown them all

MASTERLIST

The Festival of Unity transformed Solaria into a vibrant mosaic of colors and sounds. Tribes from all corners of the realm mingled, their banners rippling in the breeze, their traditions blending in a delicate dance of harmony. Yet, beneath the laughter and the feasting, tensions simmered. Ignis Solari and Nerithal stood at the heart of it, their leaders exchanging pleasantries that barely masked the cracks in their fragile alliance.

Jimin moved through the bustling courtyard, helping the citizens set up decorations and carry supplies. The simple work gave him a fleeting sense of normalcy, a chance to forget the secrets he carried. He even managed a faint smile as children ran past him, their excitement infectious. For the first time in what felt like ages, he felt princely—like someone his people could rely on.

But the sensation didn’t last long.

As he helped a group of elders arrange a ceremonial garland, he felt the weight of a gaze. He turned his head, his heart sinking as his eyes locked with Queen Althea’s.

She sat among the visiting kings, her regal posture impeccable, her expression cold. Her gaze wasn’t casual or indifferent; it was sharp, probing, as though she could see straight through him.

Jimin swallowed hard, quickly averting his eyes. She didn’t know the full truth—she couldn’t—but her suspicion was palpable. She knew there was something, some connection between him and the princess.

He needed to leave.

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Jimin slipped away from the courtyard, weaving through the palace halls until he reached the kitchens. The warm air and comforting aroma of baked goods did little to ease his nerves. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on her.

The maid was moving quietly among the chaos, arranging platters and garnishing dishes with an efficiency that bordered on grace. But Jimin knew better. The maid was no ordinary servant. She was the shadow of the princess, tethered to her in ways he still didn’t fully understand.

Without hesitation, he crossed the room. “Come with me,” he said in a low voice, careful not to draw attention.

She looked up, her expression neutral, but something flickered in her eyes—amusement, perhaps? She said nothing, simply nodding and following him out of the kitchen.

They walked quickly, Jimin taking the lead as they navigated the palace halls. He moved with purpose, glancing over his shoulder every so often to ensure they weren’t being followed. When they reached his chambers, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, ushering her in before locking the door behind them.

He turned to face her, ready to speak—but the air in the room shifted.

The temperature dropped, and a faint chill seeped into his skin. It was subtle, but unmistakable. The same cold he had felt in the bathing chambers.

Jimin’s breath hitched as he looked at the maid standing before him. Or rather, the princess.

Her disguise was flawless, her uniform and demeanor identical to that of the shadow he had come to recognize. But there was no mistaking the presence she carried now, an aura that felt deeper, more alive.

“You’re not the maid,” he said, his voice soft but steady.

The princess’s lips curved into a playful smile. “Took you long enough to notice,” she teased.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. “One of you is supposed to stay submerged while the other roams. If you’re here, then—”

“She’s probably drowning somewhere in the ocean,” the princess interrupted, her tone nonchalant. She tilted her head, as if to study his reaction. “But don’t worry too much. She doesn’t mind.”

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?” he said, his voice rising slightly. “Your mother is here, along with the leaders of every tribe. If anyone recognizes you—”

“Oh, come now,” the princess interrupted, pouting playfully. “Is it so wrong of me to want to visit my dearest?” She stepped closer, her tone turning teasing. “Besides, don’t you like it when I visit?”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. As a fae, he couldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean he had to admit the truth outright. Instead, he clicked his tongue, looking away.

Her laughter was soft and melodic, filling the space between them. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Jimin glanced back at her, his frustration warring with something he couldn’t quite name. She was infuriating, reckless—but he couldn’t deny the strange comfort her presence brought him.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered.

The princess smiled, a touch of mischief in her eyes. “And yet, here we are.”

She moved closer still, her gaze softening as she studied him. “You look different today,” she said, her voice quieter now. “More... alive.”

Jimin blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in her tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The princess shrugged, her playful demeanor slipping away to reveal something more earnest. “You’ve been so weighed down lately. It’s nice to see you like this. Helping your people. Being a part of something.”

Jimin’s chest tightened. Her words shouldn’t have affected him the way they did, but they struck a chord deep within him.

Before he could respond, she reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. The gesture was brief, almost casual, but it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Thank you for letting me stay,” she said softly.

Before he could respond, she suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him toward her with surprising strength.

"Hey!" Jimin exclaimed, caught off guard. His balance faltered as she yanked him closer. In one fluid motion, she flung him onto his bed, her laughter ringing in the air.

Jimin landed with a soft thud, his breath knocked out of him for a moment. He blinked up at her, incredulous, but she was already sitting next to him, her playful grin never leaving her face.

"Well, now that we're comfy..." she said, settling herself beside him, "tell me, Jimin, how does it feel to be the keeper of such a little secret?"

Jimin, still processing how he’d been so easily overpowered, tried to sit up, but she leaned over, pressing him back down onto the bed.

“Are you having fun?” she asked, her voice light but with an edge of teasing. “Keeping your connection to me a secret? I know it must be so thrilling. A little forbidden rendezvous between the two of us.”

Jimin’s chest tightened, a mixture of confusion and frustration swirling inside him. His mind was racing—why was she so carefree, so full of teasing energy, when the world around them was in turmoil?

“You’re impossible,” Jimin muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control.

The princess’s eyes sparkled as she leaned closer, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Impossible?” she repeated, as if savoring the word. “I’m just having a little fun. But, tell me, Jimin... Do you like it? Do you like keeping secrets?”

She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes searching his face as if she were reading a book. She was close enough now that Jimin could feel her breath on his skin, and the air between them was charged.

Jimin swallowed, trying to steady his breathing. “You’re making this a lot harder than it has to be,” he said, though his voice faltered slightly.

She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Harder, hmm? I’m just keeping you company. Besides... We both know you're enjoying this more than you'd care to admit.”

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, his hands running through his hair again, but his words faltered. He couldn't lie—not as a fae—and it was becoming clear to him that part of him didn't want to.

The princess’s playful expression softened for a brief moment, and her tone took on something more sincere. “Don’t worry, Jimin. I’m not going to force you into anything.”

She leaned back slightly, gazing at him with an almost tender look, but then, in the next breath, she added with a wicked grin, “Of course, I wouldn’t mind fulfilling some of your... fantasies.”

Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and she gave him a look that was both suggestive and teasing.

Jimin’s face immediately flushed a deep crimson. His heart raced, and he scrambled to sit up, flustered. “C-Cut it out!” he stammered, hands pushing at her, though she was already leaning back, clearly enjoying his reaction.

His mind was in a whirl, and he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “You—you can’t just—what are you—”

She laughed at his reaction, her expression full of amusement and a hint of something more mischievous. “Oh? I thought fae were known for being bold and unashamed. How cute. I didn’t lrealize you were so shy.”

Jimin tried to push himself further away, his face still burning. “I-I’m not shy! I just... you can’t say stuff like that!”

She just watched him, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back, hands behind her head. “Well, I think you secretly do like it, Jimin.”

Jimin shot her a glare, but it only made her smile wider. He couldn’t deny the embarrassment that was still making his cheeks flush with heat. "You're impossible," he muttered under his breath.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, her voice light and teasing.

Jimin still couldn’t shake the warmth in his cheeks as he shifted away, trying to compose himself. The princess watched him for a moment, her eyes glinting with amusement, before she finally spoke again, her voice softer but with an edge of curiosity.

“So, tell me, Prince Jimin,” she began, propping herself up on her elbows, her gaze now more direct. “What’s this festival I keep hearing about? The one where all the tribes come together, united for a day?”

Jimin let out a breath, trying to regain his composure as he leaned back against the bed, still not entirely used to the way her presence affected him. He thought about the festival for a moment. It was supposed to be a celebration of unity—an opportunity for peace between the tribes, a day when everyone could set aside their differences. But Jimin wasn’t blind to the tensions that simmered beneath the surface.

“It’s a tradition,” he started, his voice a little more even now. “A celebration of unity. Every year, the tribes gather to commemorate the moment the first king brought us all together.” He paused, eyes drifting to the window where the sunlight was beginning to fade. “But it’s not as peaceful as it sounds.”

The princess raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She shifted, moving closer to him again with the same silent grace, her every movement like water flowing over rocks. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.

Jimin sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "The tensions between the tribes are high. The Ignis Solari King, my father, and the others—they don’t trust each other. Not anymore. The festival is supposed to be a moment for peace, but... well, it’s just as much about posturing as it is about celebration."

The princess didn’t seem surprised, but her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “People and their pride. You’d think centuries of history would teach them something, wouldn’t you?”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “You’d think.”

There was a long pause as the two of them sat in the quiet of his chamber, the tension from their earlier exchange still lingering in the air. The princess’s gaze softened, and she studied him for a moment, her dark eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression.

"You seem… different, Jimin. Tired, maybe, but also something else." She tilted her head slightly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Worried?"

Jimin shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to answer.

“The festival… it feels like it’s building to something. Everyone’s on edge. I have to keep up appearances, but I can feel it in the air. Something’s coming. I don’t know if it’s the festival itself, or something else…”

She looked at him with an intensity that made him feel exposed, almost as if she could see into his very thoughts. “You’re afraid, aren’t you? Afraid of what might happen, afraid of the future you can’t control.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He’d never spoken about his fears to anyone, let alone someone like her. His thoughts about the festival, his role as a prince, and his own personal worries collided in a wave of uncertainty.

But before he could answer, the princess’s voice cut through the silence again, light and teasing. “Well, if you’re so worried, maybe I could help you with that.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, slightly thrown off by her sudden shift in tone. “Help me? How?”

The princess leaned closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. “I’m very good at sensing what people need, Jimin. Especially people like you... trapped between duty and desire, honor and your own truth.”

Jimin's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if it was the festival, the weight of his responsibilities, or something else entirely that was making him feel this way. “You think you can help me?” he asked, voice low, almost a challenge.

The princess smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think I already have."

Before Jimin could respond, a sharp knock echoed on the door, followed by a deep voice. "Your Highness, the King requests your presence immediately."

Jimin hesitated for a moment, the weight of his thoughts pulling at him as he turned toward the door. The princess—no, the maid—was still close, lingering in the shadows as if watching him closely. She gave him a teasing smile, almost as if she knew what his next move would be.

"I suppose duty calls," Jimin muttered under his breath, trying to mask the frustration he felt at having to leave this conversation unresolved.

With one last lingering glance at her, he stepped toward the door, where the guard stood waiting. "The King has requested your presence in the council hall, Your Highness," the guard stated formally.

Jimin gave a small nod, acknowledging the command. He didn’t need to be told twice, not with the weight of his father’s authority hanging over him. But as he stepped past the doorframe, he paused and looked back at the princess. She was standing there still, her gaze fixed on him, though her expression was playful.

"You’ll be fine," she said, her voice light. "I’ll be around." The way she said it—soft, but with an undercurrent of something more—made his pulse quicken. There was a mix of confidence and mischief in her smile, and for a brief moment, Jimin wondered just how much she truly knew about the chaos she was stirring.

Turning away from her, he walked toward the council hall, each step heavier than the last. His mind raced, torn between the growing responsibilities of his title and the mystery surrounding the princess. What was she truly after? And how was she connected to everything that was happening?

Jimin made his way through the grand hall, each step echoing on the stone floor as he approached the door to the summoning hall. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, and for a brief second, he felt a pang of unease. The strange events of the past days—his encounters with the princess, the growing tension between the tribes—had left him restless. Now, the king had summoned him, and there was no avoiding it.

He pushed the door open.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension. His father, King Hyukjin, sat at the head of the room, his stern gaze immediately falling on Jimin as he entered. The Queen of Nerithal, the mother of the princess, stood at his side. Her presence, always regal and composed, now held an almost unsettling edge. It wasn’t just her cold beauty, but the quiet, calculating look in her eyes that seemed to pierce through him.

Around them, the seers and tide callers stood in a circle, their presence almost ethereal, as though they were attuned to forces beyond the realm of ordinary mortals. Their eyes were closed, but their senses were heightened, channeling the power of the ocean through their words and movements.

The air was thick with whispers—murmurs of prophecies, of warnings, of ancient magic long buried beneath the tides. The seers had gathered for this, as they had for countless generations. But today, something felt different. There was a sense of urgency in the room, a feeling of something stirring beneath the surface.

"Jimin," his father’s voice cut through the tension, deep and commanding. "You’ve arrived."

Jimin nodded, his eyes briefly meeting his father’s before flicking to the Queen of Nerithal. She studied him with that unnerving gaze, but he didn’t flinch. He’d long grown accustomed to her cold demeanor, even if it unsettled him.

"We have gathered here," King Hyukjin continued, "because the southern waters have grown restless. The tide callers speak of strange activity—an increase in abyssal forces. The creatures of the deep are stirring."

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at his father’s words. Abyssal forces? That could only mean one thing. The princess—the siren who now walked freely among them—was tied to the disturbances. He forced himself to remain calm, to keep his face unreadable. But inside, his mind raced.

The Queen of Nerithal finally spoke, her voice smooth as the ocean’s surface, but with an underlying current of something darker. "The time has come for us to act. We can no longer ignore the changes happening within our waters."

Jimin felt the eyes of the room turn toward him. He stood at the edge of the circle, trying to keep his composure as he met the gaze of each person, feeling their weight pressing down on him. The tide callers, with their mystic robes and sacred symbols, seemed to be waiting for him to speak, their presence silent but heavy.

King Hyukjin’s voice broke the silence. "Jimin, we need you to go to the southern shores. We need to understand what is happening out there. The rise in abyssal activity could be a sign of something far worse. And you, as the heir to the throne, must investigate."

Jimin nodded slowly, his thoughts churning. The southern shores. The very place where the princess had once been sealed away, where the ocean's darkness seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. If the tide callers were sensing something, then it was likely tied to her. But he couldn’t show his hand. Not yet. The less they knew about his connection to the princess, the better.

The Queen of Nerithal's gaze never wavered. "I trust you understand the gravity of this situation," she said softly, her voice filled with hidden meaning.

Jimin bowed his head in deference. "Of course, Your Majesty."

The room fell into silence again as the seers and tide callers chanted softly, their words like an ancient language, their movements graceful but unsettling. Jimin could feel the weight of their power swirling around him, the air thick with magic and tension.

He couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The princess—the siren—was at the heart of this. He had to be careful. Whatever was happening in the southern waters, it was connected to her, and he had a feeling that this mission would uncover more than he was ready for.

King Hyukjin stood, signaling the end of the meeting. "We will send a ship tomorrow at first light. Jimin, prepare yourself. You leave at dawn."

Jimin bowed once more, turning to leave. As he stepped back toward the door, the Queen’s voice stopped him.

"You’ll be careful, won’t you, Prince Jimin?" she asked, her tone sweet but laced with something far more dangerous. It was a warning, though he couldn’t quite place it.

Jimin hesitated, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. "Of course," he replied, his voice steady, though inside, he was anything but.

As the door shut behind him, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The room had been suffocating, the pressure of the council’s expectations pressing down on him. But now that he was alone, his thoughts returned to the princess. To the siren. What was her true role in all of this? What secrets did the southern shores hold?

He had more questions than answers

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