#unlucky!reader

[aventurineswife]

Okay, so, apologies if you've already written something similar to this, but have you ever seen this short film "Jinxy Jenkins and Lucky Lou?" (If not, it's on YouTube) So anyway, I was thinking, what about Aventurine x S/O that is extremely unlucky and prone to accidents (kind of like Bennet from Genshin) but when they and Aventurine are around each other their energies sort of... Idk how to word this, but negate each other? Like the reader doesn't have bad luck when they are around Aventurine and maybe Aven isn't as lucky as he is when he isn't with them (I feel like he wouldn't mind this and find it interesting).

Between Luck and Chaos

Summary: Aventurine notices an unusual phenomenon: your bad luck seems to disappear whenever you're with him, while his usually impeccable luck evens out. Intrigued, he views this as an exciting balance of fate.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Established Relationship, Opposites Attract, Fluff with Light Angst, Unlucky!Reader, Playful Banter, Introspection.

Warnings: Minor mentions of bad luck accidents, Light introspection on Aventurine’s trauma and survivor’s guilt, Playful manipulation and teasing dynamics.

A/N: I never watched it but thanks for recommending! There was a c.ai with Aventurine and the same prompt lol

Aventurine leaned back in his plush chair, fingers twirling a gold ring around his index finger as his sharp eyes followed the movements of his companion. His usual smile was absent, replaced with a faint glimmer of intrigue as he watched you attempt to pour yourself a drink.

Normally, this was the moment when everything would go wrong. In your life, bad luck was a constant companion—whether it was spilling coffee on your favorite shirt or tripping over the simplest things, you always seemed to find yourself caught in the chaos of misfortune. But today, as you carefully lifted the glass, there was no spill. No accident. No catastrophe.

You caught his gaze and smiled, a little sheepish but mostly grateful. "Guess I’m on a streak of good luck today," you said, half-laughing at how unusual the situation was.

Aventurine raised an eyebrow. "You?" His voice was amused, almost teasing. "With your... track record?"

"Hey," you protested, "I'm telling you, I never manage to go a day without something going wrong."

But there you were—standing confidently, holding a drink in your hand without it toppling over, with no sign of impending doom in sight. Even the way you moved seemed smoother, your every step measured and sure, as if fate itself had decided to take a break.

"You must be mistaken." Aventurine chuckled softly, though his eyes were still calculating, that ever-present glint of strategy flickering in the depths. "I’ve seen the way you navigate the world. Yet here you are, seemingly untouched by misfortune. Are you sure you’re not... up to something?"

You turned the glass in your hands, eyeing it warily before taking a sip. "It’s weird, I know. It’s like whenever I’m with you, things just... stop happening. Like I’m in a bubble of good luck."

His lips curled into a slow smile, his magenta and cyan eyes twinkling with amusement. "Interesting," he mused, leaning forward. "Perhaps you’ve stumbled upon a hidden advantage. A balance, perhaps." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "It could be... that our fates somehow negate each other."

You blinked, surprised by his conclusion. "Negate each other?"

Aventurine’s expression turned more contemplative, his hand now resting lightly on the armrest. "I’ve always thrived on risk, on the game of chance. But you..." He tilted his head slightly, a glint of curiosity behind his mask of confidence. "You seem to attract bad luck as naturally as I attract fortune. But when we’re together... perhaps our energies cancel out."

A silence fell between you as you mulled over his words. You had always been the person to attract the worst kinds of accidents, but with Aventurine, it was as though you were in some sort of bubble of safety. You had no idea how or why it worked, but it did.

"Do you... like it?" you asked, your voice tinged with both wonder and hesitation. "I mean, you thrive on luck, right? And if I’m around you, you don’t get the same kind of fortune you’re used to."

Aventurine’s smile widened, his usual playful arrogance tempered by something softer, something almost affectionate. "Why wouldn't I like it?" he said with a wink. "After all, the greatest thrill lies in finding the unexpected. Perhaps your unlucky streak is exactly what I need."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to be flattered or suspicious. "Are you saying you need bad luck?"

"Not exactly," he replied smoothly, standing and walking toward you. His presence was magnetic, as always, his movements graceful but deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. "But it’s... an interesting experiment, don’t you think? To see how far we can push this balance. To test fate itself."

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even though you were a bit nervous. "I think you're starting to enjoy this more than I am."

"Of course I am," Aventurine laughed, his voice light and teasing. "Because, my dear, life is a gamble—and I'm always up for a challenge."

His hand slid over yours, gently guiding your fingers with his own. For a brief moment, the world outside seemed to blur away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the undeniable connection between you both. The sense of balance between misfortune and fortune, between his calculated risks and your chaotic energy, had created something unexpected: an equilibrium neither of you fully understood, but both cherished.

As you looked into his eyes, you realized something profound: no matter what the odds were, whether it was fate or chance, the gamble was always worth it—especially when it meant being with him.

[fishyvamp]

Thinking about an Unlucky!reader in the Fae!AU like they've been cursed unlucky!reader. Of course they don't see themselves as unlucky. They think it's their fault everything goes wrong all the time. Your toast is always burnt or not toasted enough? You clearly haven't figured your toaster out yet. You trip on the sidewalk almost breaking your nose? You should've tied your shoes better. You find yourself abandoned by friends and surrounded by creepy men who keep whispering about taking you home? You should've just stayed home and read.

You try to leave tell them to get lost even try to get the bartender to help you out and he does, they have you hide in the back. Though it's frustrating that all the lines to call a taxi are busy and your phone is dead. Should've charged it before you left. That's when the bartender decides fuck it, has one of his coworkers cover him and he walks you home. A strange feeling latching onto your chest as he escorts you. The man is tall and gangly, but handsome. He doesn't seem interested in you like that but it's surprisingly the most peaceful walk you've ever had it almost makes you nervous. Especially since nothing has gone wrong for once. You come to your front door preparing to say goodbye when turn around and he's gone the only sound in the night was the ring of a wailing bell. Growing up here you had enough stories to know that whatever rang that bell was a threat and it was time to go inside. You just wish you had thanked that nice bartender.

[allimili]

Oh my gosh I love this au based on homcipher x crk!! Mr Vanilla is so angelic and adorable, I love him so much AAAA-!!!! But I wonder, how the first encounter with Mr Eyes? (Shadow milk cookie in this au) I hope it's not terrifying...

This is your first encounter with Mr. Eyes ! You're hiding from him !

but if you meant by face to face...

I really suggest you stick close to Mr. Vanilla..

[pricegouge]

okay but.. how much can fairy pussy take? like the tip of their pinky or..

there’s an artists on twitter and bluesky who goes by spitroses and they drew some microphilia stuff with a pixie character and a human (it’s also incest so if y’all go looking view at your own risk!)

size difference is yummy asf tho

i guess it mostly depends on how small you picture her. i know i said the other day that she'd fit in barbie clothes but that was more for ease of convenience than anything tbh. i actually picture her shorter (maybe like 5" tall) and a good bit chubbier, personally, because it's my wish fulfillment fantasy, damnit, and i think a chubby little fairy would be the cutest thing ever.

which is to say i think pinkies are right out. however, there are cathedrals everywhere for those with eyes to see, and goddamn do my beloved mutuals have their third eyes wide open.

so first off, shout out to @/quarterlifekitty who has been trying to fucking kill me for days, filling my dm's with ideas of bullets (or freshly fired casings if we wanna do temp play 😵‍💫) and her riding price and/or nik's piercings. or my personal fav, pussy inspections with lock picking tools 🫠 (seriously, imagine price just like 🫴🏼🧐 with fucking jeweler's spectacles prodding at her with blunt tip picks just to see what makes her squirm the most. i'm gonna BLOW UP!!)

my sources (@/3amfanfiction) tell me there are anatomically correct mini dolls which is driving me insane because i love the idea of them getting her what is essentially a sex doll just to watch her ride something properly. they're visual men. have always loved watching their partners ride them, after all. beloved three also floated the idea of them using something edible on her if this is still within the unlucky foot universe and her cum is some addictive sweet 😵‍💫 (for this one we're gonna say she has some magical aversion to yeast infections just cause we can lmao)

building off three's doll idea, @/sojubaby reminded me that a lot of higher end collectible action figures have specific hand attachments. they also found theeeeee perfect unicorn horn attachment which i think is my favorite for like. a genuine-ish dildo. for our purposes we're gonna pretend that's made of a softer silicone

this isn't super relevant to your question but i've also accepted that I will never be able to write price without a breeding kink so i've also had the image of him using a pippette to give her his cum stuck in my head for days. three says it would be super easy to get some cum inflation going on and she's RIGHT 😵‍💫 meanwhile @/stellewriites brought up the possibility of sounding with a tiny fairy but I got disteacted thinking about a kinder version of john than the one in unlucky foot taking it upon himself to test everything he fucks her with on his slit first because if it hurts him then it simply won't do for her!

god sorry i've rambled a lot but i've been dodging assassination attempts in the form of fairy fucking ideas for days so i'm chock full of ideas (and have more in the tank, even [thanks stelle and woolie 🙄]) but one last thing before i sign off on the official what can fairy pussy manage post™️:

if i had a fairy gf I would buy one of those mini squishies from hodgepodgeentourage (sorry, can't link, on work wifi) and keep it on display somewhere she's always see it and tell her we're gonna work her up to it one day even though she'd never have a chance at taking it just cause i'm mean

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ His Fault

Drift x Reader Disclaimer: Self-harm, blood, heavy angst, loss of will to live 1/2

You paced back and forth atop the table, nerves frying themselves as boredom, restlessness, and fear consumed you. You so desperately wanted to go home, to find yourself back in your cosy, familiar living room, back to the times when you could take a ride whenever you wanted because then you could blast music and feel free.

Now you were trapped by a Cybertronian who swore he didn’t wish for things to be like this, that he didn’t want to take away your freedom, but that he couldn’t risk your safety by allowing you to roam; to be let go.

You’d rather be dead than be stuck here for any longer.

You’re trapped.

You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped.  You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You can’t get out. You’re trapped and you can’t get out. You can’t go home. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped. You’re trapped.

You scream.

You’re screaming. Your lungs burn and you scream, and you claw at your head and there are shouts and thundering footsteps coming closer faster and faster and you just keep screaming as your knees hit the metallic table beneath you as trickles of blood tickle your face and burn your eyes as you scream until you’re too exhausted to go on.

Your hands fall and hit the ground, and you stare at your knees, watching the droplets of blood stain your trousers and go ‘plop’ as they trickle onto the surface beneath you.

Your throat is raw, and it hurts but you don’t feel anything, not really. It’s empty. The void in your chest grows, and the door to the room slides open like thunder as someone comes crashing inside, stopping briefly before running up to you.

A voice, frantic, speaks (yells?) In the background, but you can’t make out the words. It sounds familiar but you’re unsure about it as your vision grows hazy. Everything looks far away yet too close at the same time, too detailed whilst seeming unreal.

Shadows surround you, distant warmth closing in but seeming afraid to touch. The floor trembles as more footsteps enter, some heavier than others.

More voices, talking over and around each other. You cannot move but you don’t wish to, your body feeling numb and far too heavy.

More blood trickles into your eyes, making your vision turn red, and you close your eyelids as the world twirls and someone shouts in alarm as that warmth now surrounds you, cradling you as your mind begins to slip.

You’re turned over, your scalp feels sore and wet, and something bright and glowing is looking down at you; several. You see orange, white, blue, grey, and red, all of them quickly turning shapeless and their voices are fast and worried, and you’re suddenly being moved.

The servos that hold you are warm. Your face remains emotionless, there is an ache in your throat, your scalp, and your fingertips feel wet and sticky, but you barely register it. You’ve started to see flashes appear before your eyes, scenes that materialise, daydreams. It’s pleasant and it’s safe and familiar and comforting.

You try to fall into them.

“Little one, please!”

The voice finally forces its way through the fog, and you blink. Where are you again? You’re unsure but your eyes meet with pretty blue, and you see white, and those horn-looking things on his helm that vaguely remind you of backwards-facing bunny ears. Drift.

“Oh, Primus, little one,” his voice comes through clearer again, and you see what you think is Ratchet passing by in a near sprint. “Everything will be okay. Ratchet will treat you. You’ll be okay. It’s okay,” he said, sounding more and more as if he was speaking to himself. There was a clear tremor to his servos, you just noticed, your senses coming in little by little.

You didn’t want to be brought back to your senses. You wanted to disappear.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” said Drift, calling you back to him. You didn’t want to come back but your eyes met with him again before they could grow unfocused and distant. “Don’t be afraid, little one. Whatever it was that harmed you can’t touch you now. You’re safe,” he said, and he tried to smile but he looked too worried and afraid, and you knew he was lying. You knew he knew you’d done this to yourself.

He knew your mind was breaking, and it frightened him to see it happening right in front of him and how you appeared to just let it happen. It broke him to see you so willing to fall into despair just for a chance to escape your situation, and it broke him further to know that it was his fault.

He’d been the one to take you.

He’d been the one to deny you your freedom.

He’d been the one who’d ignored the worrying signs that something was terribly wrong with you because he’d grown attached and he didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to lose you, but here he was, actively losing you to yourself because you’d been so miserable.

You’d given up, and it was his fault.

Part 2

[noirsdoll]

curly would ask to hit it raw as a birthday present. “i’ll pull out i promise!” and the next month you’re telling him you missed your period…

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

[lvrrgirlll]

“Here’s a cigarette”

He offers in his outstretched hand

I remind him

“I don’t smoke these”

He says, “I knew that”

[fishyvamp]

Thinking about Unlucky!Reader's boss, the florist shop owner, a single father recently divorced, grew up here but moved away thinking he was in love. You weren't, the relationship was built on shoddy ground you'd say. Too young and too stupid to realize people grow and change, and you both grew in ways too different for eachother and learned too many things about yourself that you just couldn't unlearn. You wanted to say the feeling was mutual, but there's a reason you got the kid and your ex has fallen off the map. They'll turn up, they always did.

He finds himself outside in the alley squatting on the ball of his feet having a smoke. Jinx hasn't turned up in sometime and you're worried, no text or calls. Which was unusual to say the least. You figure it has something to do with the tree like Fae, Bell hung on his hip, you've heard enough about him to know that he's other intentions then a quick snack if he's hanging around someone. Fae!Ghostface has filled you in on plenty and speak of the devil, you watch him pad up to you boots heavy on the ground airy tendrils flowing all around him. The mask is real enough, strong enough too to almost hide him. "What do you want?" You snap making note of the blood stains painting his body.

Fae!Ghostface cocks his head to the side, arms folded across his chest. You can almost hear the chittering behind his mask. He was a cockroach is what he is. "You asked about the cursed one," His voice causing your skin to crawl as he talks with too many voices, "they live." He's bad at pretending to be human or perhaps he knows he doesn't have to for you. He likes you or at least you think he does, he at least has kept your kid out of enough danger for you to justify letting him stick around. He looks down at the chain around your neck noting the rings on your fingers. Iron likely though he will not test, "Have I not gained your trust human?" He asks stepping closer.

You rise up flat on your feet mirroring his movements, "I know what you are." You growl, knowing better. You've read enough stories and heard enough tails to start making guesses. It helps when he not forthcoming about his own habits. Fae!Ghostface makes a noise that might be mock shock, but with all the layers over it you can't be sure. You shake your head snuffing out the cigarette on the brick before flicking it into the ashtray above the trash. "As long as Jinx is alive I'm not worried..." You pause for a moment, thinking carefully, "The favor you owe, keep an eye on jinx." You hear a chuckle from behind feeling the string that once tied to you unknot. Flowing back to you.

You'll need to get more hooks in him, just to keep him in line, fuck if you didn't just sound like your no good father...

[mirrorcatcreditcard]

Scrolling "characters that aren't popular" tags is tiring because 90% of the content is either about a different character with the same name, tagged with them because they're mentioned once/were in the image/due to associate, or has three posts and you're in most of the posts 😭

Heavens forbid they're mischaracterized or sexualized to hell and back.

[vodika-vibes]

The Joys of Dating a Chosen One

Summary: Your sweet Captain comes to a sudden realization, and it makes him love you all the more.

Pairing: Captain Keeli x Reader

Word Count: 1195

Warnings: Suggestive at the End

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I love FFXIV, I've beaten the main story...uh...three times now? Almost four times, so anyway. I was playing that and having thoughts about Keeli (I love him, I blame @the-bad-batch-baroness) and they sort of merged together into this AU.

Divider by Saradika

“On the day when the sun and the moon-”

“Babe!” Keeli lowers his datapad and shoots you a frustrated look, “Babe, I love you, but if you make another prophecy and drag us into another life or death, divine calling, fiasco, I’m breaking up with you.”

You turn so that you’re sitting on your knees on the chair, and you sling your arms over the back, “No, you won’t.” You say smugly.

Keeli sighs and drops his head back against the couch, “No.” He agrees, “I won’t, but I will bitch about it. I was not trained to kill god. Either capital G or lower case G.”

“But you did such a good job last time!” You say with a laugh.

“Babe.”

You laugh outright, and hop out of your chair and drop on the couch next to him. You tuck your head under his chin, and he sighs and wraps his arms around you, his fingers immediately moving to the scars that line your body. Scars he knows as well as his own. You smile up at him adoringly, “I love you.”

He brushes his thumb across your lower lip, and then he ducks his head and kisses you quickly, “I love you too. But I do wish you had told me that you were the galaxy’s punching bag before we started dating.”

“Oh, but then you might have said no.” You tease as you shift so that you’re straddling his lap.

“Nah, I would have still said yes. But I would have thought about it for, like, 30 seconds.” Keeli replies with a grin as he sets his datapad to the side and grips your hips to tug you so you’re flush against him.

“Really?” You ask, disbelievingly.

“I don’t think you quite understand how insanely attractive you are.” Keeli replies with a wide grin.

You press your hands against his cheeks, “The day before I asked you out, I literally killed a Death God who was trying to destroy a planet. Asking you out was much scarier.”

“Hm…Captain Keeli, more intimidating than a Death God.” He muses thoughtfully.

You laugh and kiss him, “Not like that. People skills aren’t exactly my strong suit, lover boy.”

“I have no complaints about any of your skills, cyar’ika.” He purrs.

“You’re a pervert.”

He shrugs one shoulder with a wide grin crossing his handsome face, “Only for you.” He says as his hands slide a little lower to rest on your thighs. 

You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose, and aren’t the least bit surprised when he tilts his head back to catch your lips with his own.

Keeli kisses like he does everything else in his life. Carefully, methodically. His kisses steal the breath from your very lungs and replace it with himself. He kisses you like he needs you like air, and you love it about him. 

He breaks the kiss, and you’re breathless and hazy eyed, and he grins at you. “My sweet cyar’ika,” Keeli coos, “You always react so nicely when I kiss you like that.”

You flash a dreamy smile, “You kiss me like you need me.”

“Fair, because I do need you.” Keeli murmurs, “All of the time, at every moment.” He slides one of his hands up your spine and he presses his hand against your cheek. “I wouldn’t be here, if not for you.”

You blink at him, surprised. “Keeli, you’re an excellent soldier-”

“Shh…let me talk.” Keeli murmurs.

You sigh and lean in to press your forehead against his, your eyes closing as his thumb starts rubbing soothing circles on your cheek.

“I was on Ryloth. And me and my men, as well as our general, decided to stay back, to protect the civilians from being gunned down.” His voice was low, gentle, as if he’s not talking about an event that should have killed him, “It was only a matter of time before we were run over-”

He moves and presses a light kiss against your lips, and then drags his lips across to your cheek, and down to your jaw.

“I should have died there. I was supposed to die there. And yet I didn’t.”

You hands have a distinct waver to them as you press them against his shoulders, “You got lucky…or your jedi-”

“You were there, weren’t you?”

You duck your head, “There’s no proof-”

“Cyare,” His voice is so gentle that you aren’t even able to finish the sentence.

“I was on Ryloth for something else, something that I had to do.” You admit, your voice very quiet. “I wasn’t supposed to get involved. The war…it’s not my problem. Or, it wasn’t.” You slide one hand down to rest over his heart, “But I was there, and I saw what was about to happen, and I couldn’t just walk away…so I got involved. I…removed…a portion of the opposing army, not all of them, but enough that you and your brothers would live.”

“And I appreciate it,” Keeli murmurs, “I just don’t understand why.”

You’re quiet for a long moment, trying to gather your thoughts, “When this whole thing began, I was just a wanderer.” You admit slowly, “I wanted to help people, all people. But then my adventures started getting bigger and bigger, and before I knew it I was fighting gods and demons and coming out the other side hurt, but alive. And I just…I just couldn’t leave you all to die. Not when I could do something about it.”

“Thank you,” Keeli whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You reply with a small smile, “but, um, I didn’t know that you were one of the men I’d saved until…well…just now, actually.”

He grins and bumps his nose against yours, “So, us being together is just fate then.”

“Fuck Fate.” You whisper, “I make my own choices.” You kiss him deeply, and he groans into the kiss, his hand sliding up under the hem of your shirt to allow his fingers to dance against the scarred skin of your stomach.

“Have I ever mentioned,” Keeli mumbles against your lips, “how incredibly, insanely, attractive I find you? And that I love you more than anything in this galaxy?”

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” You reply.

“Not nearly enough.” He stands suddenly, and you fling your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself, “I’ll just have to show you, won’t I?”

Your face burns with sudden embarrassment when you notice the way he’s looking at you.

And he laughs as he turns to carry you into your bedroom, “And then, my perfect, wonderful cyare, you can tell me all about this next god we have to kill.”

You release a breathless laugh, “I thought you weren’t interested?”

“I changed my mind.” Keeli replies as he drops you on the bed, and then peels his shirt off, “After all, watching you kill a god is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

You blink at him, “Hotter than-?”

“Yes.”

“Even when I-?”

“Even then.”

“...huh.”

He grins at you, “Any more questions?”

“Nope.” You reach out your arms to him, “I love you.”

Keeli’s grin widens, “I love you too.”

[quiet-crows]

The feeling of loving a book so much that you are looking at the pages left in grief while reading because you don't want to reach the end, you don't want it to be gone.

[quiet-art-kid]

new fic just dropped

[kuroartsdotcom]

[pricegouge]

GOUGE YOU'RE EXPLODING MY BRAIN WITH FAIRY READER

sat down to study and instead all I could think of was price using fairy as a cocksleeve. except the sleeve is her entire body. being told to "hug it tighter baby" and she's covered in spit and precum.

"hug it tighter baby" im 🫠🫠

he'd be so mean about it, too. just laughing at her and reminding her how much weaker she is than him.

also. [something something hand wavey magic stuff] what if he finds out that he gets that same magical zing when she rubs her little cunt against his cock slit?

[kyodoesstuff]

Binged haikyuu with my dad, currently writing a prologue for a fic, probably will have to do research on self affirming surgery laws on japan because i decided to make the protag trans.

Anyways how are you doing tonight folks