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Masterlist

Updated: 8/14/2019

Last update: 8/14/2019

Published works: 3

Pending: 16

Under construction: 19

Ghost (Band)

Papa Emeritus I

Papa Emeritus II

Papa Emeritus III

Cardinal Copia

Nameless Ghouls

Omega (Ghoul)

Alpha (Ghoul)

Aether (Ghoul)

Air (Ghoul)

Water (Ghoul)

Earth (Ghoul)

Fire (Ghoul)

Ghoulettes

Lore Olympus

Hades

Persephone

Minthe

Artemis

Eros

Hera

Aphrodite

Misc. Bands

Conor Mason (Nothing But Thieves)

Van McCann (Catfish and the Bottlemen)

Johnny Bond (Catfish and the Bottlemen)

Christo Bowman (Bad Suns)

Matty Healy (The 1975)

Martin Garrix

Tim Bergling (Avicii)

Kyrre Gorvell-Dahll

Final Fantasy

Cloud Strife (FFVII)

Zack Fair (FFVII)

Tifa Lockhart (FFVII)

Sephiroth (FFVII)

Genesis Rhapsodos (FFVII)

Angeal Hewley (FFVII)

Reno Sinclair (FFVII)

Squall Leonhart (FFVIII)

Hope Estheim (FFXII)

Vayne Solidor (FFXII)

Lightning Farron (FFXIII)

Aranea Highwind (FFXV)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (FFXV)

Older!Noctis Lucis Caelum (FFXV)

https://themissemeritus.tumblr.com/post/187016427076/throne-noctis-lucis-caelum

Prompto Argentum (FFXV)

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (FFXV)

Ravus Nox Fleuret (FFXV)

Dragon Quest

Hero (DQVIII)

Angelo (DQVIII)

Marcello (DQVIII)

Alistair Albert (DQVIII)

Jessica Albert (DQVIII)

Princess Medea (DQVIII)

Alexandra (DQVIII)

Luceus (DQ Heroes)

Aurora (DQ Heroes)

Kingdom Hearts

Sora

Riku

Axel

Ventus

Vanitas

Zack

Cloud

Roxas

Leon

Demyx

Zexion

Xemnas

Game of Thrones

Jaime Lannister

Cersei Lannister

Joffrey Baratheon

Tommen Baratheon

Jon Snow

Daenerys Targaryen

Missandei

Arya Stark

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Bran Stark

Jojen Reed

Voltron

Lance McClain

Keith Kogane

Takashi Shirogane (Shiro)

Princess Allura

Prince Lotor

Acxa

Marvel

Peter Parker (Spiderman)

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark (Ironman)

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

T’Challa (Black Panther)

Stephen Strange (Dr. Strange)

Gamora

Peter Quill (Starlord)

Friends

Joey Tribbiani

Rachel Green

Chandler Bing

Monica Geller

Phoebe Buffay

Barry Allen (The Flash)

Dick Grayson (Robin/Nightwing)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Artemis Lian Crock

Raven

Starfire

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)

Star Trek

James Tiberius Kirk

Pavel Chekov

Uhura

Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Mazikeen Smith

Chloe Decker

Dan Decker (Detective Douche)

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Throne - Noctis Lucis Caelum

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Language, at the very end

Requests: Open

Song: Throne by Bring Me The Horizon

(A/N) - I try to keep these as gender neutral as possible, but unless it’s specifically requested that reader be gender neutral, female pronouns may be used a few times. Ignore it if you want, or come and request. I take reader insert requests as well as personal requests. :))

Remember the moment you left me alone and Broke every promise you ever made I was an ocean, lost in the open Nothing could take the pain away

Noctis’ heart hand long ago been hardened by the burdens of being royal, as well as the many difficulties he faced on his journey to reclaim his kingdom. The war they were fighting was one not easily won, Noctis figured out pretty early on. The young prince had never really understood the point of the war, not until the death of his father, King Regis. With no Caelum heir sitting on the throne, the kingdom was falling into chaos faster than Prompto was taking pictures. The four boys had been travelling together for the longest time, and never in a million years would any of them think that (Y/N) (L/N), an infamous Lucian assassin, would be joining them.

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

They had crossed paths with (Y/N) on their way to Cindy’s garage, nearly dying in the process. The assassin had been assigned, by a third party gang leader, to take the life of a rival gang leader. Having been informed of her identity prior to the physical meeting, Noctis made sure to put Gladio on watch for any suspicious moves, ulterior motives. With many daemons programmed to take the life of the last remaining Lucis Caelum, it only seemed smart to invite (Y/N) to travel with them. She now sat in the back seat, between Prompto and Noctis, twirling a small blade in her hands.

“Stop swinging that thing around, you’re going to kill one of us!” Prompto complained, scooting closer to the door on his right. (Y/N) only scoffed.

“Please, I’m a professionally trained assassin. I know how to wield a blade and not harm a little bird like yourself.” She said, folding the blade back in on itself and pinching Prompto’s nose. The blonde pouted, turning away slightly. Noctis only chuckled at his friend’s antics.

The sticks and the stones that You used to throw have Built me an empire So don't even try To cry me a river 'Cause I forgive you You are the reason I still fight

Memories of his father replayed in Noctis’ head as they made the long drive to Cindy’s garage, praying that the car wouldn’t break down before then. The king rarely had time for his son, considering all of his kingly duties in which he had to take care of before his own kin; they had servants and nurses for that, right?

When they had finally made it to the garage, Noctis sat by himself to the side as Cindy fixed the car, with Prompto shamelessly flirting with the woman. (Y/N) sat down next to the youthful royal, sighing as she did so.

“How is the future king of Lucis doing today?” She asked, receiving a grunt from Noctis before he decided to have a proper conversation.

“I’m still alive, right?” He chuckled. “That’s what matters, I guess.” He said, looking towards the girl as she blew a (H/C) lock out of her face.

“I suppose if that’s the best you can do,” She jabbed lightly, elbowing his arm softly. “What’s a prince like you doing hanging out with someone like me? Are you guys really that desperate for fighters?” (Y/N) asked, half joking, half serious.

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

“Do you really want to sit through a Lucian history lesson?” Noctis laughed.

“What else do we have to do here, your majesty?” She asked, laughing herself.

“Well, buckle up. It’s quite the venture,” Noctis replied, turning towards the girl. “It all started a few years ago. I was sent away by my father, who told me that the throne was in trouble, and that he didn’t have much time left. He told me I needed to fight until I reclaimed the throne, until I ‘avenged’ him. I didn’t know what he meant, considering that I was thirteen years old, and he was still alive. Ever since then, we’ve been fighting to get back into the castle, and we’ve had almost no success. The amount of daemons and people who want the royal line dead is almost astounding, although I suppose there’s always enemies of the crown, right? Well, it’s been four years and I haven’t been able to reclaim the kingdom yet. You don’t suppose you could help with that, could you?” Noctis chuckled, trying to cover up the devastation and heartbreak with humor.

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

(Y/N) smiled.

“Of course I’ll be here to help. You think I just tagged along for the ride?” She poked fun at the way in which they’d met, with Gladio right under her blade. After a bit of negotiation from Ignis, she ended up in the backseat with a pouting Glagiolus Amicitia in the passenger seat.

“Good to know,” Noctis said, looking over to Prompto and Cindy, still flirting shamelessly while the engine was being fixed. Gladio and Ignis sat together on a nearby bench, scrolling through whatever seemed interesting on their phones. “Want to go take a walk? I don’t think this will be done for awhile.” Noctis said, standing up and reaching his arm out to (Y/N), who gladly accepted it. The trails outside of the garage lead to many places Noctis didn’t necessarily want to see, considering the amount of daemons out this particular evening. Arm in arm, the pair wandered aimlessly around the town.

The young prince couldn’t deny the assassin’s beautiful (S/C) features, stealing glances at her as she gazed around the unfamiliar land. He wondered if he would ever be able to accept a love like this again, after the deaths of both his father and betrothed, Lady Lunafreya. The scars left in his heart and mind seemed as if they would never heal; they only built up his anger and need for vengeance towards the neighboring enemy kingdoms, as well as the daemons and droids sent to attack the prince as his accomplices.

I'll leave you choking On every word you left unspoken Rebuild all that you've broken And now you know I'll leave you choking On every word you left unspoken Rebuild all that you've broken And now you know Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

Noctis stopped the pair abruptly, confusing the young girl beside him. He turned to her with a nervous, yet adventurous, glint in his eyes.

“What’s up?” (Y/N) said, offering him a small smile. Her features were lit up by the setting evening sun, giving her (S/K) edges a golden glow. Noctis sighed, and then took in another deep breath.

“Uhm,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Finally deciding on his decision, even if it meant certain death. “I’m sorry about this.” He said. There was a slight objection from (Y/N), wanting to know what the problem was, until the Lucian heir interrupted her thoughts and words with his lips on hers. A surprising, yet certainly not unwelcome, gift.

For the first time in years, Noctis felt nearly whole again as his mouth moved against (Y/N)’s, his hands pulling her closer by her hips while her hands slid up his body until they found their way into his black hair.

He paid no mind to his past, or the tasks at hand; all that mattered in this moment was that she made him feel, well, good. That was something that the young prince hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever; and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

Holy shit, this was so goddamn bad and I’m so sorry. My first few pieces probably will be shit, I’m not even going to lie. Requests are rarely closed so feel free to hit me up with anything you want to see on this blog. I don’t really have any restrictions besides your basic rule against shit like sexism, homophobia, and racism. Thanks for reading, catch ya later ;))

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Take Me Back To You - Lance McClain, Part 1

Pairing: Lance McClain x Reader (Voltron)

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Requests: Open

(A/N) - This is one of my longer ones so I didn’t bother doing a word count, haha. I know this is probably a bit too long for comfort, but I put a lot of work into this one so try to be understanding :’))

Enjoy!

Lance didn’t mean for it to have gone this far- meaning, when he joined the Garrison, the thought of being launched into space to save the universe was never a thought that crossed his mind. When the opportunity presented itself, Lance’s instincts told him to go. To fight, even if it meant that his life would be compromised.

But then there was you.

The only thing (besides his mother and siblings, of course) that kept him grounded, that kept him sane. You were the reason that he he even joined the Garrison. Despite it being his dream, he knew he couldn’t leave you, and he surely couldn’t leave his family behind. After countless discussions on the topic, Lance finally came to the conclusion that you would all survive a few months without him.

The both of you remembered the day he came home to share the news of his departure like it was yesterday.

Lance had picked you up at your house, driving to his own on the other side of town. The entire way there, his hand held yours like it was his life force. Finally pulling up in the driveway, the boy nearly shed tears upon seeing his younger siblings playing together in the yard while their mother sat on the porch, watching in content. The two of you got out of the car, the McClain children swarming both you and Lance. Mama McClain, sitting with a smile on her lawnchair, announced that dinner was ready and everybody was on their way to the table.

“So, mom,” Lance started, reaching under the table and grabbing your hand for support. “I got some news from the Garrison today.” He finished.

“Oh? All good news, I would hope.” She replied, putting her fork down on the table and hushing the younger kids. You looked to your boyfriend and smiled, however, not knowing the news in which he was about to share. Lance nodded and gave a sad smile. You squeezed his hand to urge him to keep talking.

“Heh, yeah, kind of. You see, I was kind of selected for this mission, and I kind of accepted the position.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, looking back up at his mother, and then back to you.

“Are you going to tell us what the actual mission is?” You pressed, wanting to get a real conversation out of the boy, who had been silent the entire night. Lance pursed his lips once more and looked down at his feet, shuffling them nervously. He sighed heavily before looking up again, this time taking both of your hands in his while looking towards his mom.

“I was selected to go on a mission in space, where I’ll be with four other paladins and two captains,” Lance started, the emotionless expressions on both his mother’s and his love’s face beginning to frighten him. “We’ll be fighting against the Galran Empire, who’s expected to invade in the near future.” He concluded, finally meeting your gaze.

“Kids, go outside or to your rooms. Lance needs to have a talk with (Y/N) and me.” The children were hesitant about leaving their seats, but quickly dispersed as soon as they saw a fire ignite in their mother’s eyes. As soon as the kids were out of the house, that was when you decided to speak up.

“You what?!” Raising your voice, you pulled your hands from Lance’s grip and stood up. The boy almost broke then and there, but knew he had to remain strong, if only for the sake of his mother.

“(Y/N), please, let’s talk this out.” Lance stood up from his chair, once again reaching for your hand. You turned away, fingers threaded through your hair, tears threatening to spill. You pressed your eyes shut in attempts to keep the hot tears at bay. Lance’s mother watched with an anguished expression as her son’s heart broke.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Lance! You already accepted your position, you can’t back out now! What the hell were you thinking when you took this job?! Did you think about your mother and how much she needs you? Did you think about how your siblings won’t have you around to guide them through life? Did you think about me and how devastated I would be if you didn’t come back? Did the thought of your death cross your mind, and what in the lord’s name it would do to us if you were to die?!” By this point, the tears had already started falling down your cheeks. Lance didn’t even know he was crying silent tears until his mother stood up and wiped one from his cheek.

“She’s right, you know,” She said in a soft voice. “But we know how much you’ve dreamed of this and how much it means to you. So we won’t stop you. We won’t fight, we won’t stop loving you. But please, Lance, be careful out there. Don’t be reckless and carefree like you are here at home. We surely want you to come back home, but not in a casket or a body bag.” She tried joking to lighten the mood, eliciting a small chuckle from her son.

“(Y/N), please, listen to me. You’re going to regret not listening when I’m gone, believe me,” Lance grabbed your shoulder gently, trying to turn you around to face him. You swatted his hand away, wiping a stray tear from your face in the process. He sighed. “Please, don’t be like this. You know that I love you more than anything in this world. I took this mission position because I would rather lose my life than watch yours be taken. I can’t let this empire come and take my home from me. You are my home, (Y/N).” You turned around slowly, the sincerity and melancholy look in Lance’s eyes shattering your heart further. You blinked rapidly, attempting to rid yourself of the salty tears in your eyes before you spoke.

“I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to sacrifice your life. I would rather burn with you than hear about your death. I know I’m not going to change your mind, and I don’t intend on trying. I don’t want to be angry with you, but I am. I’m angry, I’m hurt, and it’s absolutely destroying me to have to think about your death and you haven’t even left yet! I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with myself while you’re gone. Let’s be honest, there’s a very slim chance of you coming back to Earth. Considering launch expenses, construction, weaponry, and whatever else you’ll need to defeat a goddamn empire, you could very well be up there forever.” You had a hell of a lot more to say, but Lance figured he didn’t want to waste any more of the precious time he had left with you guys on Earth. He pulled you into a tight hug, and you didn’t bother fighting back this time.

“I know you don’t want me to leave,” Lance whispered in your ear. “If I could take you with me, I would in a heartbeat. But I can’t live with myself knowing that I’m endangering the life of the person who means the most to me.” You cried harder into his shoulder, hanging onto him for dear life. His mother joined in on the hug, her own tears mixing with yours and Lance’s.

Now, two years later, and Lance can’t seem to forgive himself for leaving. Although he knew it was for the greater good, he couldn’t help but feel like something was missing; you, clearly. As he sat by the pool and gazed out of the castle’s window and into the deep void of space, you were the only thing he could think of. Lance saw you in everything. The stars, the people they met along the way, and even in the eyes of his enemies and fellow paladins. He sighed and let his head fall against the wall behind him, eyes still glued to the forbidden world outside. He rocked himself back and forth, like you and his mother would do so often when he was sad or afraid. He snuggled into the wall, desperately pretending, imagining, hoping and begging, that you would somehow magically appear at his side.

“Take me back to you,”

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