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radiantdanvers · 3 months

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X Reader / OC Fanfic Ideas

These are my fanfic ideas for x reader / OC that I made up cuz I can't write for shit. It would be nice to see if anyone is willing to use these ideas but don't worry no pressure. I will be updating these and Also, I am not sure If you can understand some of them so please don't mind my English. :)

MARVEL

Mutant OC / Reader: So I recently watched X-Men 97 and I LOVED IT. It was really good and I highly recommend the show. So You know when I watch something and if I happen to really like it, then my mind immediately into daydreaming about how to insert myself or create a new OC for the story. In this case, I thought of a character with similar abilities to Atom Eve a.k.a Samantha Eve Wilkins, from Invincible. If you didn't know she can manipulate Atoms. I thought it was interesting and It could be for the movies or the shows. Or even the Avengers / MCU.

Mutant Detective OC / Reader: I think they could be a detective and during one incident their mutant powers awaken. It could be related to being a detective like how they use their powers to help them investigate certain cases and ALSO, I was thinking of having supernatural themes added to the mix. Reader / OC works on those types of cases since they could be relevant depending on the Marvel universe...I'dk if you understood but yeah...

Red Widow OC / Reader: I made a moodboard for this and to give you some context; the red widow is a trained assassin from the red room and if I am not mistaken she used to idolize Natasha and all that. She's pretty vigilant in combat skills, great in fencing, and a trained acrobat. I was thinking of an OC / Reader based off of her in the MCU. They could be Natasha's Siblings alongside Yelena. It could also be the middle child, which would be a nice dynamic to see.

Gwenpool reader! Gwenpool reader!!!! The character who shifted from our universe to the mcu,, that would be so cool to see.

The Vampire Diaries

Elven OC / Reader. I remember reading a Kai Parker fanfic with a fae reader and I know there are differences between the two (I think...?). I did some research on elves and I think those types of characters would be a unique twist to the story. The OC / Reader could have any type of unique background to their character, for example: they could have a different realm for themselves keeping out humans, vampires, and some others alike. (Yes I've been doing a lot of thinking.)

Harshly Blunt Reader / OC. So we know there a certain people who need someone to talk some sense into their heads due to their actions. Like, let's say for example: Damon, Stefan, and even Elena. And a 'rude' character would just be perfect for that. They could even make the Mikaelsons get nervous after knowing them. They would hold this visible scowl or the 'resting bitch face' all the time. And also like to think that they could have a soft spot Bonnie because that girl deserves EVERYTHING.

From the Past Reader / OC. This character is from the past, similar to the Mikealsons, somehow they were put to sleep maybe by a witch or some other reason and they wake up alone in the current timeline by someone or something. And they also could be someone important. I am also thinking of their personality being all 'graceful and elegant', silently scoffing at how things change, could be a character development in itself for them. But that's up to the writer.

Isekai Reader / OC. The character is transported to the tvdu universe from the modern times.

Teen Wolf

Elven Reader / OC. Yep, the same thing because I think it would be unique and at the same time it would fit the tone too. (Also for more info on elves, I've read that they possess superior senses, immortality, magic, healing, close with nature, and also very vigilant in combat.) Could be a simple background like keeping the character and their family being all secretive about their nature and everything.

Silent Airhead Reader / OC...?: It would be funny to see this like shit would be happening around them and they're all like '🧍'. This could be because of various reasons like they don't know what's going on with werewolves and stuff and they're nervous/scared to ask someone over and over again about a certain situation and it's just a mess for them so they just have to endure all of that silently and go with the flow.

Riverdale

Ok so this one, I can explain. So Out of curiosity, I watched the show after hearing about issues like how the show's genre keeps shifting to another one and all the cringy stuff that happens. I couldn't finish the whole show but I thought of something: It's the Classic Isekai Trope with OC / Reader where they could be watching the show and they somehow woke up in Riverdale. It could be hilarious how the OC / Reader would have no choice but to witness the ongoing events around them. They could be trying their utmost best to avoid dramas and certain interactions but SOMEHOW they get roped into it. The thought of OC / Reader having a book on the list of things they need to avoid from the time they learned how to write is just funny to me. I'm not sure if there are similar fanfics yet but if there are it would be nice to know. And I'm so so so sorry if I offended any Riverdale Fandom!!!

Jujutsu Kaisen

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The Maze Runner

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The Boys

Black Widow Reader / OC. The character with the same abilities as the mcu's Black Widow, they could be a famous supe or a secret assassin that allies with the the boys themselves. I don't think I've seen this anywhere but this would be cool to see since I love Nat so much and anything related to her.

Captain Marvel Reader / OC. Similar to the previous one and also because I love Carol So much. This could be taken from any interesting takes. Like, they could be in hiding and were found by someone, maybe by Billy. They could surprise the seven and some interesting dynamics could emerge like; rivalry with Homelander since he isn't the only one who is the 'all-powerful' anymore.

MCU reader / OC. Ok so the plot I am thinking is like this; Due to some multiverse misshape, the reader / OC gets transported from the MCU to this one. And till their friends from her home timeline figure out the mess, they had to deal with being in this world and I think it would be interesting and fun to see.

Haikyuu!!

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Game Of Thrones / House of the Dragon

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The Umbrella Academy

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selmasemlan · 3 months

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The Bond That Isn't Broken

Summary: How is it that Klaus knows and respects Luna. You're about to find out.

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Luna Salvatore (platonic), Stefan Salvatore x Luna (platonic), Stiles Stilinski x Luna (platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna (platonic)

Author note: I just can´t stop with this fic, I have way too many already written parts to this. Let me know if you have any requests. There will also be parts that explain the relationship between Stiles, Luna and Isaac.

Warning: some angst, soft sibling love, mention of manipulation, stiles is a good actor.

Word count: 2893

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The Bond That Isn't Broken

Luna, Stiles, and Isaac stepped out of the car, the familiar silhouette of the Salvatore Boarding House looming before them. The air was thick with anticipation as they walked to the door. Luna took a deep breath and knocked. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Damon.

“Luna! What a surprise,” Damon exclaimed, his usual smirk faltering when he noticed the somber expressions on their faces. His eyes softened as he took in his sister’s weary appearance. “Stiles, Isaac. Welcome to Mystic Falls.”

Luna managed a tired smile. “We needed a break,” she said, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “There’s a lot going on in Beacon Hills.”

Damon’s eyes flickered with concern. He stepped forward and pulled Luna into a tight hug, his frustration momentarily giving way to brotherly affection. “I missed you, kid,” he murmured, his tone a mixture of frustration and tenderness.

Luna held onto him tightly, finding comfort in the familiar embrace. “I missed you too, Damon.”

After a moment, Damon released her and stepped back, his demeanor shifting back to the usual mix of sarcasm and seriousness. “You’ve come at a... complicated time,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Stefan’s got his humanity off, and he’s stolen the Mikaelson family from Klaus.”

Luna’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? Why?”

Damon sighed deeply, the weight of the situation evident in his expression. “Long story,” he replied, a hint of frustration in his voice. “But now Klaus is looking for them, and things are about to get messy.”

Stiles and Isaac exchanged worried glances, sensing the gravity of the situation. Damon noticed and added, “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Luna nodded, determination replacing some of her fatigue. “We’re here to help. We’ll get through this together.”

Damon gave her a small, appreciative smile, his frustration momentarily eased by the presence of his sister and her friends. “Alright then, let’s get to work.”

The door burst open, and Klaus Mikaelson strode in, fury radiating off him. “Where are they?” he demanded, his voice echoing through the house.

Damon stepped forward, trying to maintain his composure despite the palpable tension. “I don’t know.”

Klaus’s face contorted with rage as he grabbed Damon by the throat and lifted him off the ground. “You don’t know?” he snarled, his voice dripping with menace. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve stolen my family, and now you claim ignorance?”

Damon struggled to speak, his voice strained. “Klaus, listen—”

But Klaus was beyond listening. “Your incompetence will cost you dearly, Damon,” he growled, his grip tightening.

Luna quickly intervened, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let him go!”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to her. “And who might you be?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

Luna stepped forward, her chin held high. “I’m the one who’s going to get your family back to you, but you have to work with me.”

Klaus’s expression was skeptical, doubt flickering in his eyes. “Work with you? Why should I trust you?”

Luna could see his hesitation. She took another step forward, with Stiles and Isaac standing resolutely behind her. She locked eyes with Klaus and said firmly, “You have my word.”

Klaus stared at her, his grip still tight on Damon’s throat. For a tense moment, it seemed as though he might snap Damon’s neck then and there. But slowly, he released Damon, who fell to the ground, gasping for air.

“You have one hour,” Klaus said finally, his voice low and dangerous. “And then I take what’s mine by force.”

Luna nodded, her determination unwavering. “We won’t let you down.”

Klaus’s gaze flicked to Stiles and Isaac, then back to Luna. “This better be worth it,” he warned.

Luna met his gaze, unflinching. “It will be.”

Klaus took a step back, his fury barely contained. “If you fail,” he said, his voice cold, “there will be no place on this earth where you can hide from me.”

Damon, still recovering, managed to get to his feet. He looked at Luna, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and concern. “Be careful,” he muttered.

Luna gave him a reassuring nod before turning her attention back to Klaus. “We’ll get your family back,” she promised.

Klaus gave a curt nod, his eyes never leaving Luna’s. “One hour,” he repeated, and then he was gone, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

Luna turned to Stiles and Isaac, her resolve stronger than ever. “Let’s get to work.”

Luna, Damon, Stiles, and Isaac huddled together in the dimly lit living room, the weight of the situation pressing down on them. A map of Mystic Falls lay spread out on the coffee table, surrounded by various notes and plans, their edges curling from repeated handling.

“We need to convince Stefan to turn his humanity back on,” Luna said, her voice resolute and filled with determination. “It’s the only way to save everyone.”

Isaac looked down, his voice barely above a whisper as he voiced the doubt hanging in the air. “And if we can’t?”

“We will,” Luna replied firmly, meeting his eyes with unwavering confidence. “We have to.”

Damon leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, frustration etched into his features. “We’ve tried everything, Luna. Compulsion, memories, even Elena’s pleas. Maybe Stefan is lost for good.”

Stiles, who had been deep in thought, suddenly looked up, his eyes bright with an idea. “What about Luna?”

Everyone but Luna turned to Stiles, puzzled by his sudden outburst. Luna’s eyes widened slightly as she caught on. “That could work,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Damon and Isaac exchanged glances, still in the dark. Damon raised an eyebrow, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Please do tell the class. Not everyone has telepathic abilities.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Stefan doesn’t know Luna is here.”

Luna nodded, understanding his line of thinking. “He still thinks I’m in Beacon Hills. Before he left with Klaus for the summer, he knew things were getting dangerous there.”

Isaac’s face lit up as the pieces fell into place. “So he wouldn't know about the current situation and how dangerous it is.”

Stiles nodded eagerly, sensing that they were finally understanding his plan. “Exactly.”

Damon still looked doubtful, his skepticism clear. Stiles pressed on, “Damon, what was the last thing Stefan told you?”

Damon's expression shifted as he recalled Stefan's words, his eyes lighting up with sudden realization. “Take care of Luna,” he repeated, understanding finally dawning on him.

Luna looked around at her friends, her determination renewed. “If Stefan sees me in danger, really sees me, it might be enough to break through. He’s always been protective of me, no matter what.”

Damon, still skeptical but willing to try anything, nodded. “Alright, let’s do it. But we need to be careful. Stefan with his humanity off is unpredictable.”

Stiles grinned, confidence returning. “We’ll handle it. Together.”

Isaac nodded in agreement, his faith in their plan bolstered. “Let’s bring Stefan back.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, the group set to work, preparing for their last-ditch effort to save Stefan and restore peace in Mystic Falls. They reviewed the plan repeatedly, fine-tuning every detail and anticipating every possible reaction from Stefan. Luna practiced the scenario in her mind, knowing that she had to reach him on an emotional level.

As they worked, the tension in the room slowly transformed into a shared sense of hope and determination. Each member of the group understood the stakes, but they also believed in the strength of their bond and the possibility of success.

The old warehouse was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and decay. The tension was palpable as Damon stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the Mikaelsons lying dormant, their powerful presence even in slumber adding to the gravity of the moment. In the center of it all stood Stefan, his eyes devoid of emotion, his posture rigid and unyielding.

“Stefan,” Damon called out, his voice firm yet pleading. “You don’t have to do this. We can fix this. Just come back to us.”

Stefan’s cold gaze flicked over to Damon, showing no sign of recognition or remorse. “Why should I? There’s nothing left for me,” he replied, his voice void of emotion.

Just then, Damon’s phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing Stiles’ name flash on the screen. “Give me a second,” he said, stepping back slightly and answering the call. “Stiles, what is it? We’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

On the other end, Stiles was hysterical, his voice breaking with sobs. “Damon, it’s Luna! She... she’s gone.”

Damon’s blood ran cold. “Stiles, calm down. What happened?” he demanded, trying to make sense of the situation.

“I’m telling you!” Stiles cried, his voice filled with anguish. “We tried everything, but it was too late. She... she didn’t make it.”

Damon’s hand tightened around the phone, his face draining of color. “Stiles, What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice shaking.

Stiles began rambling, his voice filled with grief and confusion. “The Alpha Pack... they were too strong. We couldn’t protect her. It’s all falling apart...”

Stiles sobbed. “She’s gone, Damon. Luna’s gone.”

Damon lowered the phone, his eyes wide with shock and pain. He looked back at Stefan, who had heard every word. For a moment, Stefan’s cold façade seemed to waver.

“Stefan,” Damon said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Luna’s dead.”

Stefan’s eyes flickered, a hint of pain breaking through his hardened exterior. “No,” he said, his voice cracking. “That’s not possible.”

The words hit Stefan like a sledgehammer, breaking down the walls he had built around his heart. His eyes filled with tears as the reality of Damon’s words sank in. “Luna…” he whispered, his voice filled with anguish. “No, please…”

Stefan, hearing the name, seemed to retreat back into his shell. His expression hardened again, his eyes turning cold. “Then I have nothing left to live for,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion once more.

Just as Damon was about to respond, the warehouse door creaked open. Damon and Stefan turned to see Luna standing there, bruised but very much alive. “Stefan,” she called out, her voice trembling but strong. “I’m right here.”

Stefan’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. “Luna?” he whispered, disbelief and hope warring on his face.

Luna stepped forward, her eyes locked on Stefan’s. “Yes, it’s me. I’m here. Come back to us, Stefan. We need you.”

The sight of Luna, alive and determined, broke through the last of Stefan’s defenses. Tears welled up in his eyes as the weight of his actions crashed down on him. With a final, shuddering breath, he let his humanity flood back in, overwhelming him with guilt and sorrow. He collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

Luna rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “It’s okay,” she murmured, tears streaming down her own face. “We’re here for you. We’ll get through this together.”

Damon, his eyes filled with relief and gratitude, joined them, placing a reassuring hand on Stefan’s shoulder. “We’ve got you, brother,” he said softly. “You’re not alone.”

From the shadows, Stiles and Isaac stepped forward, their expressions a mix of relief and determination. They had succeeded in their mission, but they knew the road ahead would still be difficult. Together, they would face whatever came next, united by their shared bond and their unwavering commitment to one another.

The large, ornate doors of the Mikaelson mansion creaked open as Luna, Stiles, and Isaac stepped inside. Behind them, a group of Klaus’s hybrids carefully pushed the heavy coffins, each one containing a daggered Mikaelson, into the grand foyer. The air was thick with anticipation and tension.

Klaus stood at the top of the grand staircase, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and relief as he saw his family being returned to him. He descended slowly, his gaze never leaving the coffins.

“You did it,” Klaus said, his voice grudgingly respectful.

“Yes,” Luna replied, her tone calm and composed. “Now, let’s put this behind us.”

Klaus nodded, his demeanor softening slightly, though his eyes remained wary. “Perhaps we can.”

Luna took a step forward, a small smile playing on her lips. “We wanted to add something extra, just to make amends.”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed in curiosity as Isaac and Stiles moved aside, revealing Rebekah’s coffin. “Rebekah,” he murmured, his tone softer and filled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. He turned his piercing gaze back to Luna, genuinely impressed. “How did you manage this?”

Luna’s smile widened, but she kept her secrets close. “You don’t need to know all the details.”

Klaus hummed thoughtfully, clearly curious but respecting her discretion. “Very well.”

The hybrids carefully positioned the coffins, ensuring they were secure before stepping back respectfully. Luna approached Klaus, her expression turning serious. “I’d like to make one thing clear, though. We’re even now, but I need your word that you’ll never hurt my brothers again.”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed slightly, considering her request. “And in exchange?”

“In exchange,” Luna said confidently, “you have a powerful witch on speed dial, no matter when or where.”

Klaus studied her for a moment, weighing his options. Finally, a slow, calculating smile spread across his face. “Agreed,” he said, extending his hand.

Luna shook his hand firmly, sealing their pact. “Thank you, Klaus.”

Klaus nodded, a hint of genuine respect in his eyes. “Thank you, Luna. You’ve proven yourself quite resourceful.”

Isaac and Stiles stood nearby, watching the exchange with relief and admiration. As the hybrids began to move the coffins deeper into the mansion, Luna turned to leave, her friends following closely.

Just as they reached the door, Klaus’s voice stopped them. “Luna,” he called out. She turned to face him, her brow raised in question. “Should you ever need my assistance, do not hesitate to ask.”

Luna nodded, a small but genuine smile on her face. “I appreciate that, Klaus.”

With their agreement in place and a newfound respect between them, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac walked out of the mansion. The tension that had hung over them for so long began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and renewed strength. As they stepped into the night, the path ahead seemed a little brighter, their bond stronger than ever.

Luna sat on the porch steps of the Salvatore Boarding House, gazing out into the tranquil night. The sky was dotted with stars, and the gentle chirping of crickets provided a soothing backdrop. The cool night air felt refreshing after the intense events of the day.

Stiles and Isaac soon joined her, each carrying a soda. Stiles plopped down on her left, while Isaac took a seat on her right. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the peace.

“We did good today,” Stiles finally said, his voice breaking the quiet. He cracked open his soda, taking a long sip before adding, “And by ‘we,’ I mean mostly you, Luna. You were amazing.”

Luna chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, we did.” She took a sip of her own soda, savoring the rare moment of calm.

Isaac stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his elbows. “Do you think things will calm down back in Beacon Hills?” he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

Luna shrugged, her smile turning wistful. “For a little while, maybe. But knowing our luck, probably not for long.” She glanced at Stiles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I mean, you’re still going to be there, Stiles. Trouble follows you like a lost puppy.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “Hey, I prefer to think of it as adventure. Besides, where’s the fun in a completely calm life?”

Isaac grinned, nudging Luna playfully. “He’s got a point. We’d probably get bored without a bit of chaos.”

Luna leaned into Isaac’s playful nudge, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. “True. But a few days of peace wouldn’t hurt either.”

They sat in silence again, but this time it was filled with contentment rather than the weight of their recent experiences. The stars above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, and the night felt full of possibilities.

Stiles took another sip of his soda, then looked at Luna and Isaac. “You know, no matter what happens, we’ve got each other. And that’s pretty awesome.”

Luna nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Yeah, it is. No matter what comes next, we’ll face it together.”

Isaac wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug. “Here’s to more adventures and a little less drama,” he said, raising his soda can in a mock toast.

Stiles followed suit, lifting his can. “To us, and whatever crazy things come our way.”

Luna clinked her can against theirs, her smile wide and genuine. “To us.”

They sat there on the porch, enjoying each other’s company and the calm of the night, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. For now, this moment of peace was enough.

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aloneatpeace · 1 year

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 11

You were walking home when you felt the shift in the atmosphere, there is something different in the air. Something or someone is watching you, it doesn’t feel malicious nor benevolent. You quicken your steps but the second you take another step. Your shifted to the road Infront of you changes, there is no houses or street but it’s like you’re in hallway of some crumbling temple, you can feel the cold air coming from the behind of you but you cannot see a thing, darkness covered was all you could see.

The fire torch was doing poor job in helping you see anything. You felt like you’re dreaming yet felt like this is the reality and everything else was an illusion. You hesitantly take step forward; you rather take a warmth that the torch provides than go back to the darkness. The torch next to the lit up as you walk and one by one everything lit up.

Chest beating out your ribs, sweat accumulating on the forehead from fear, you look around. The place is made of stones and the walls carved with symbols that seems to be ancient the whole place gives the aura of centuries if not more than couple of centuries of history.

There is circle shaped table that made of stone had carvings of symbols stand the middle. But that is not what captured you, it’s the giant statue of a goddess or entity that carved in the wall was captivating behind the stone table. A representation of sheer power and confidence oozed from the figure, head held high, tall and proud, the crown on the head, the details of the dress everything seems to be perfect and you felt a pull towards it.

Then all of sudden a bright yellow orange shined making you close your eyes at the brightness, hands covering half of your face your try to look at the source of the light, the wind picked up with a low difficulty you finally see what made that glow on the center of the table floating in the midair was a stone of bright yellow.

Your eyes glazed and you didn’t hear a small stone beside you falls to the grounds as the giants come back to life, eyes glowing red. You didn’t acknowledge them, they both kneel the side of the table as you walk towards the stone, four stone hands placed as striae to help you on top of the table.

Stone shines bright as if its waiting for your arrival for eternity and now that you are near the glow seems to spike and the energy around the stone was buzzing with an uncontrollable power and magic. Now the glow lit up the place everything was visible.

What you did not see the thousands of bodies of women of your ages and lay lifeless. Some of the already become bones and some frozen and crushed under. This was no temple nor its was a tomb but it is the throne of the scarlet witch.

The lord of chaos magic Chthon made the throne for the scarlet witch a nexus being. one of the very rare entities that can influence the universe in a way that changes probability and alters time flow.

You slowly lift your hands to touch but hesitate for moment the stone move towards you as if it’s encouraging you to touch it, you touch then without a millisecond delay the stone is dissolve and the bright yellow light turns red blow harshly, Infront of you the statue seems to come to life as a shadow a woman floating the air with the same crown and attire.

She gives of the aura of power and strength, the way she held her head high insinuate the certainty she has, her posture was straight and defined it. The benevolent and malevolent energy thick in the air and it is hard to confirm which was dominant.

She has that light feminine energy; a source of spiritual power and healing connect with inner. wisdom and intuitive. Embodies sensuality, gentle, emotional and expressive a empathic graceful goddess

She has the dark feminine energy; a force of raw emotions, untamed desires and primal power. A sacred rage, sensuality and assertiveness. Represents the fiery transformational side of femininity that fuels the death and rebirth.

Suddenly the figure bust into a red bright glow and it enter inside your body, you could feel the power flowing inside you, your senses being highlighted, the magic inside you strengthen ten folds.

Then everything seems to fade away as you pass out, as you fall the reality change into previous. the red veins fade away from your skin into the deepest of your body.

The leaves crunch under the weight of the wolf, as it slowly stalks towards you with calculating steps. The night is silent as dead, the porch lights of the houses are all dim and no one was on the street. The wolf had seen it all happened, out of nowhere you disappear and come back knocked out cold. He sniffs around of you checking, your heart beating now steady and clam but seems like you’re not going to wake up any soon.

The wolf looks at your face before nudging your face with his cold nose still no response he glances around for a minute before running away.

The wolf shift into his human form and his red eyes shine bright contrast of the darkness, peter change into his clothes. He come back to you “what are you?’’ he asks pushing your hair away from your face he lifts you off ground and carry towards a car, Jennifer waits for him.

“Is she dead?”

“I do not kill everyone I come across Jennifer” peter said before pausing for minute “it depends on who you are and my feeling of the day” placing on you the back seat, a buzzing reached his ears and lands on your pocket.

He takes it without a thought and roll his eyes at the texts and calls before putting back in your pocket.

He turns to Jennifer “you know where to take her”. She node at him before driving away

Far away in the exosphere the phoenix force let out a cry of anguish at the entity for taking you as host before the force could. Orange bright wings with a little mixture of yellow and red shines now the both have to wait and see how you overcome and then the force will decide if you should be able to be its host or not.

Sheila waits in the porch for you to get home, this isn’t the first time you come late but this feels different. You never been this late and she know that you know she will be waiting for you and doesn’t want to worry her and the murders has been going on you usually come earlier and you didn’t even answer her texts or calls.

She gets got bonnie bed, the day had been hard on her learning that she was witch and her grams words are true took a toll on her.

She hesitates thumb hover over the contact she dials.

Drools fall on the pillow as stiles slept peacefully murmuring something about unicorns and supernatural. The obnoxious ringtone of his phone wake him from his slumber, startled he sit up whining he pick up the phone without look at the id

“You better have something fucking important to say”

The other side pause he was about the throw the phone away and continue his precious sleep your grams voice says his name. Stiles eyes wide realizing he just cursed at your grams.

“Stiles?”

“Oh…… God… I was talking to myself……. I would never curse at you…….it just sleep talking”

“It’s alright stiles…. I was calling to see if y/n is with you?” stiles now fully awake scott told him that you were gone home after talking with derek and that’s been hours ago.

“She is not home?” he asks tensely

“No… is she with you or Scott’s home. She didn’t even answer my calls or texts?” her worry was evident on her voice

“of course, she isn’t home…. Because she is sleeping right here…… we just having sleepover?” stiles pat the pillow next to him and slowly get up, balancing his phone by his shoulder he gets wear his pants and take a shirt from the floor.

“Really didn’t you have one recently? Stiles, tell me the truth is she with you?” her tone made stiles pause. A part of him want to cover for you, but other part of doesn’t want to lie to your grams. He takes his keys and starts to make his way to hallway of his home.

“don’t worry she is alright…...she is sleeping”

A sigh of relief can be heard “well when she wakes up come see me first thing in the morning”

“Yep…got it”

After he hung up, he quietly as he can get out the house. Getting inside his jeep he makes way to scotts home. All the texts and calls unanswered made him nauseous, he doesn’t know what happened why you don’t respond to him and grams. Scott texted him that’s you gone home after talking with derek and that’s was like hours ago you should be home by now sleeping. His thought all the possibility but nothing defined your absence other than something really happened.

He curses your name “you better be fucking alright. I swear to God I can never sleep peacefully.”

He throws a little rock at scott’s window he is in no mood of climbing his legs already feels jelly. He so closes to screaming his name from top of his lungs.

“Fucking finally”

“What the hell are you doing stiles in the middle of the night” scotts unclear voice asked looking down at stiles.

“Mowing your lawn, what do you think?” stiles hiss

Scott sigh at him not having the energy to entertain “stiles, its middle of the night. quit it.”

“I’m sorry alright, grams just called me saying y/n isn’t home and she is not answering any of my call or texts”

Scott stands straight “what do you mean, she gone home right after our talk. She should be home sleeping by now”

“Yeah, expect the fact she is not and I just lied grams that we’re having sleeping over”

Stiles throws his hands in air “I was nervous okey, I didn’t want worry her. Now I’m stressing the fuck out here. What if she became late night desert for a vampire or turned to shudder cheese”

Scott’s mouth open and close like fish in water “stiles…...that’s……”

“Horrible I know…….im sorry I don’t know what to do…”

Scott thing for a moment before leaving the window making stiles frown suddenly scott jump out the window swiftly landing Infront of stiles, he stumbles at hands clenching his heart eyes comically wide.

“DUDE, WARNING A WARNING”

“Shh…. Come on mom is sleeping”

Scott and stiles sit in his jeep, seeing scott type away stiles sigh “it’s a waste of time”

“Where could’ve she go?”

A unknow caller id pop on stiles phone he declines it one hand still on the wheels as the drive around the neighborhood. It rings again he decline after continuous ringing Scott take it from him accepting the call.

His face pales when he hears what the caller said he turns to Stiles “to the hospital”

“What? Why? who is that?” stiles questions

“it’s a nurse. She said y/n is in the hospital. She might put your number in the emergency number” scott answer.

Stiles drives to the route to the hospital “what happened? Is she okey?”

“She is unconscious didn’t explain much”

Stiles gulps “I swear to god I’m going to whoop her ass when she opens her eyes”

Stiles and scott walk into the room that you’re in after getting the number from the nurse at the front desk. “Is she alright?” scott ask the nurse as stiles move towards you.

The nurse sigh “the thing is we don’t know what’s wrong with her?”

Scott frown at that “what do you mean?”

“Someone left her like this at the front of the building the guard saw a car leaving, when we checked her heart was accelerating so fast, we thought she might have tachycardia but she clams down. We tried to wake her up but as you can see, we couldn’t. we run some test for any substance that caused this state but found none. So far, we didn’t find anything that might cause this.”

“So, she is in some kind of deep asleep” stiles look down at you sleeping away without a worry while he and scott almost had heart attack.

Once the nurse is gone scott take off his jacket and let it rest on the chair that was there walking towards your bed.

“Should we tell her grams?” he asks

Stiles looks at him with an uncertain face “I don’t know, we will just wait for to wake up”

Scott leans in and check your neck and stiles watches carefully “she isn’t bit right?”

“No there is no bite marks or even a scratch” scott expression change into puzzled while stiles sigh in relief.

Scott leans towards your face sniffing he does it few times and stiles face twist uncomfortably “dude you’re being weird”

His eyes wide mouth hung open “I smell a werewolf on her” stiles mirror his expression; they both look at you with concern.

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scarltzwitch · 1 month

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Remember the requesets are still open. 💜

— XOXO, LILY.

#hugh jackman #marvel x reader #logan howlett #house of the dragon #logan howlett x reader #the vampire diaries #bridgerton #the vampire diares imagine #bridgerton imagine #teen wolf x reader #top gun x reader #maverick x reader #rooster x reader #hangman x reader #and more

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fairyyobrien · 5 months

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I’ve gained some followers over the past few days so I just wanted to let y’all know who I’ll be writing for.

So I’ll probably be mainly writing for stiles bc I honestly feel like there’s not enough stiles fics on here and I just can’t resist. Ugh where can I find a stiles at 😩

I’ll also be writing regular Dylan fics too. Now I’m not caught up on all his movies yet but as soon as I do I will be writing fics for those as well.

I also have an obsession over TVD so I am thinking of writing some TVD fics too ;)

If y’all read this I appreciate it!! Much love xxx

#stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf stiles #void stiles #void stiles imagine #teen wolf #the vampire diaries #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine

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marie-swriting · 2 years

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EN Masterlist

❤️Romantic/💜Friendship/💙Siblings/💚Parents

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Teen Wolf

❤️I Wanted It To Mean Something - Kira Yukimura

❤️My Little Girl - Stiles Stilinski

❤️Trust You - Stiles Stilinski

The Vampire Diaries

❤️Never Again - Stefan Salvatore

❤️The Shoulder You Cry On - Katherine Pierce

❤️Lose This With You - Katherine Pierce

❤️Falling - Katherine Pierce

Supernatural

💚Yeah, I Understand - Dean Winchester

💙A Part Of The Family - Dean Winchester

💚I'll Never Leave You - Dean Winchester

Bridgerton

❤️I Still Miss You - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️The Only One For You - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️Choice - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️I Really Care About You - Anthony Bridgerton

Criminal Minds

❤️New Milestone - Emily Prentiss

❤️After All These Years - Emily Prentiss

❤️Baking Therapy - Emily Prentiss

❤️Everything Will Be Okay - Emily Prentiss [1/2]

❤️Everything Will Be Okay | Let's Go Home - Emily Prentiss [2/2]

❤️For The Very First Time - Emily Prentiss

❤️Beautiful - Derek Morgan (⚠️Please check the trigger warnings before reading!)

The Maze Runner

💜We're Gonna Get Outta Here - Thomas

The Internship

❤️Last Time - Stuart Twombly

Celebrities

❤️More Than A Friendship - Shawn Mendes

❤️The Memories Of Our Relationship - Shawn Mendes

❤️Close To Me - Dove Cameron

❤️And It Lasted - Dylan O'Brien

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obviousflirtations · 8 months

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I’m opening up requests! I’m in a bit of a writing slump and this usually helps me!

I wrote for various fandoms:

- Teen Wolf

- Vampire Diaries

- Victorious

- Voltron

If you want it as a song imagine/one shot let me know! If you have a specific song for it send it too!

#one shot request #one shots open #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagine #vampire diaries #damon salvatore x oc #damon x reader #requests are open #voltron drabble #beck oliver

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howmanyrs · 2 years

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requests open!!!!

hi first post <3

opening up this account for writing and would love some requests to get it going !!!!

literally request anything from any fandom and i'll see what i can do but teen wolf is what i'm most used to :)

thank u !!!!

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solitaryearthperson · 2 years

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I will now start writing more imagines with the usage of they/them pronouns.

#imagines #fanfiction #fandoms #marvel #the vampire diaries #the originals #predator #teen wolf #supernatural #x reader #they/them pronouns

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selmasemlan · 3 months

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Exes

Summary: In a cozy evening setting, Luna playfully prompts Marcel to share about his past relationships, leading to a heartfelt conversation where they both open up about their exes and reflect on the importance of trust and respect in their budding romance. Amidst candlelight and shared vulnerabilities, they deepen their bond and solidify their commitment to each other, finding solace and strength in their mutual honesty and connection.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: Y´all asked for cute, here is cute

Warning: Marcel and Luna being cutie patootie

Word count: 1005

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The soft glow of candles flickered around Marcel's loft, casting warm shadows on the walls as Luna and Marcel lounged comfortably on the plush couch. They had just finished a delicious dinner, and now the conversation meandered into more personal territory.

"So, tell me about your exes," Luna teased playfully, nudging Marcel gently with her elbow. "Any deep, dark secrets I should know?"

Marcel chuckled softly, but his expression turned thoughtful as he considered her question. He took a moment, swirling the last sip of wine in his glass before setting it down on the coffee table. "You know, I've had my share," he began, his tone turning more serious. "But there's one in particular... Rebekah."

Luna shifted slightly, sensing the shift in Marcel's demeanor. "Rebekah Mikaelson?" she asked softly, her curiosity piqued.

"Yeah," Marcel nodded, his gaze fixed on a distant point. "We had a... complicated history. Passionate, intense, but also tumultuous."

Luna leaned in closer, her hand finding his on the couch. "What do you mean?" she prompted gently.

"I loved her, no doubt," Marcel admitted quietly. "But looking back, I realize it wasn't always healthy. We pushed each other's buttons, hurt each other in ways that weren't easy to forgive."

Luna squeezed his hand reassuringly. "It sounds like it was intense," she observed, her voice gentle and understanding.

"Yeah," Marcel nodded again, a weight lifting off his shoulders as he spoke. "But with you, Luna... It's different. I don't want that kind of drama. I want something solid, something built on trust and respect."

Luna smiled softly, her thumb tracing comforting circles on his hand. "I understand," she murmured. "And I appreciate you sharing this with me. It means a lot."

Marcel met her gaze, gratitude shining in his eyes. "I want us to be open with each other, Luna," he continued earnestly. "No secrets, no hidden agendas. Just us, figuring it out together."

Luna nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing on her lips. "You know, there was this one crush I had back in Beacon Hills," she began, her voice slightly hesitant. "Boyd. He was... sweet. But it was one of those meaningless crushes, you know?"

Marcel raised an eyebrow, curious. "Boyd?" he echoed.

Luna nodded. "Yeah. We were friends, but I always had this silly crush on him," she admitted with a chuckle. "Until one day, he made it clear that being friends with me wasn't enough for him. He wanted something more, something that would boost his social status. That's when the crush died."

Marcel frowned slightly, his protective instincts stirring within him. "He didn't see your worth," he remarked softly, squeezing Luna's hand gently.

Luna shrugged lightly, her expression thoughtful. "It's okay. It taught me that relationships should be about more than just status or appearances," she said sincerely, meeting Marcel's gaze with warmth. "I'm glad we can talk about these things, Marcel. It makes me feel closer to you."

Marcel smiled warmly, a sense of admiration for Luna growing stronger. "I'm glad too, Luna," he replied sincerely. "I want us to build something real, something meaningful."

They sat together in quiet understanding, the warmth of their connection deepening as they shared their vulnerabilities. In that moment, Luna and Marcel found solace in each other's honesty, setting the foundation for a relationship grounded in mutual respect and a shared commitment to growth.

As they lingered in the soft glow of candlelight, Marcel couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards Luna. He thought about all the challenges they might face together—the dangers of the supernatural world, the complexities of their pasts—and a fierce determination to shield Luna from any harm welled up within him. He wanted to be her protector, her safe harbor in the stormy seas of life.

"Luna," Marcel began, his voice steady and earnest. "I want you to know that I'm here for you. Always. I'll protect you from anything that tries to harm you."

Luna looked at him, touched by his sincerity. "Marcel," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "That means so much to me. I've never had someone who wants to protect me like you do."

Marcel gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, his touch tender. "You're worth protecting, Luna," he murmured, his voice filled with conviction. "You're strong, resilient, but you shouldn't have to face everything alone."

A soft smile curved Luna's lips as she leaned into his touch. "Thank you," she said softly. "I feel safer knowing you're by my side."

Marcel's heart swelled with warmth at her words, reaffirming his commitment to be there for her no matter what. In that intimate moment, amidst the flickering candlelight and the quiet of the loft, Luna and Marcel found reassurance in each other's embrace, their bond deepening with every heartbeat.

Suddenly, Luna's expression turned mischievous, and she raised an eyebrow playfully. "Is it going to be weird, though?" she asked with a teasing grin. "Considering Rebekah is kind of my future sister-in-law, dating my brother Stefan?"

Marcel laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with affection as he looked at Luna. "There's no other girl for me but you, Luna," he replied with a warm smile. "I've never felt this way before. You're my present and my future."

Luna chuckled softly, her heart warming at his words. "Well, in that case," she said playfully, "maybe I should remind you of my number. Just in case you need to protect me from any supernatural drama."

Marcel grinned, his love for her evident in his eyes. "I'll gladly take that responsibility," he replied warmly. "And I promise, having your number is one of my most cherished assets."

They shared a knowing smile, their laughter echoing softly in the loft as they drew closer together. In the gentle glow of candlelight, their bond deepened, weaving a tapestry of promises and affection. It was a moment of new beginnings, where Luna and Marcel embraced the joy of their connection, their hearts intertwining in a love that felt destined and true.

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