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I just named my wanderer Kazuo <3

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What if I just don't write for any other genshin character but only scaramouche 🤓🤯

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So wholesome

Hey heyy, could you please write Heimdall taking care of reader in her period? Thanks

Hiii! Sorry it's taking so long, but I have exams at the end of the school (in less than 3 months 😬), so I don't always have time to write. But i see requests and try to find time to write them 🥰 It may be a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

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"You're gonna lay like this all day?" He asked you, while you were laying in the bed. You looked up from the pillow and saw him putting on his tunic. Normally, you would get up and annoy him a little, touching his abs or still loose hair, but pain in your lower stomach didn't let you do that.

"Fuck off..." you only muttered in answer and laid your head back on the pillow.

"Oh, someone is not in the mood." Heimdall sat on the bed next to you. "Come on, braid my hair?"

"Let me be." you from your belly to the side, covering yourself more with the duvet.

You were really not in the mood for anything like that. Your periods weren't usually this painful, but now... Now you just wanted to lay there with closed eyes and try to not think about how much it hurts. Yet, when you felt his hand gently caressing your head it was a pretty good feeling...

"My sunshine is in pain..." he said with a typical voice that only annoyed you. You grabbed the pillow next to you and tried to hit him with it, but of course he dodged that, laughing. "Okay, okay, chill." he got up from bed. "Have a nice day!"

"You're really an asshole!" you once again grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, but unfortunately he closed the door just in time.

You didn't know how long you were left with your pain alone, but enough to get some sleep - the only way to not be in pain. It was around the afternoon when you finally got up from bed and went out of the room - taking a quick bath before that. You sat in the meadhall, looking at the dinner you didn't even want to eat. You would rather have something sweet...

"Hi, gorgeous." you heard behind your back, but didn't react. "Better?" Heimdall moved your plate away and placed a tray full of sweets before you. Your favourite cake was between them...

"Heimie..." you said with tears welling in your eyes. But when you looked at him, when he sat next to you... He wasn't so happy to hear you calling him like this.

"I prefer "asshole" over "Heimie", really." he pointed out, also placing some herbal tea before you.

"I don't care." you immediately hugged to him.

Heimdall will never get used to how willing to cuddle you are on your period. Especially because he is not a big fan of it, but for you... Let's say he is ready to push his boundaries.

You were really having a good influence on him, he became way more caring when it comes to you. Something bothering you? Yes, he will make fun of you for a while, but later surely help you deal with your problems. Someone is getting on your nerves or is rude? He will make sure to humiliate him enough, so this person will never again even think of being rude to you. Someone hurt you? Well... Something like this never happened, probably because people know you're a couple. You don't know what he would do if someone hurt you, but that person would not end well...

"So I get it we will have cuddles after dinner till the evening, Heimie?" you asked, smiling at him, as you took a sip of your herbal tea and took a bite of your favourite cake.

"If you call me "Heimie" again, then no."

You rolled your eyes knowing perfectly well that he would never say no to cuddles. Really. He never admitted it, but he loves cuddles. He loves the feeling of you laying in his arms, feeling your warmth and smell of your perfect perfume...

Of course he bought you this perfume (that's a funny story, because he once came to your room and just gave you a bottle of perfume saying: "Those are better." It's not like he didn't like your previous ones, but... Well... These new composed better with his. Yes, that's the truth you got out of him while playing truth or dare.)

You also love cuddling to him, you nowhere feel as safe as in his arms, hearing his calm heartbeat. How his hand is in your hair, gently moving through the strands...

"You'd rather be banished from Asgard than say no to cuddles with me." you said with all certainty, grinning at him, as he rolled his eyes and whispered something, probably cursing at the fate, that it made him love such a woman. "We both know that it's true."

"Na-ah." Heimdall shook his head. "Y/N, really, you think I would throw everything away for you?"

"Yes. Yes I do." your smile became wider, as you took another bite of cake, fulfilling your mouth.

"Gods, you are like a child." he reached for a tissue and wiped the frosting from the corners of your mouth. "Of course I could not leave you, look at yourself, you would not survive without me."

Translating from his language to normal: Yes, without a second thought he would throw away everything for you.

(You knew it since he got up in the middle of the night once, just to bring you food when you were on your period.)

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-> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

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Sweet Beloved

tags: all fluff no foul , short one shot

pairing: Heimdall (gowr) x gn! reader

Just as always you were behind the prince of Asgard's back, sitting criss-crossed on the soft bed you both shared, looping his hair into one another to braid. The only thing you'd hear are your soft breathing and birds that were waking up from the morning. The yellow beam of light from the sun shines on you both, giving you a perfect view of his hair to work on efficiently.

He loves having you do his hair as you work on it so delicately, like as if tugging his hair even a bit hard would kill him. Of course, you had to fill the silence with your thoughts. By saying it out loud.

He didn't even have to look at you and just knew you were about to say something nobody thinks of.

"Is it just me, or do clouds move really fast? You'd think they move slow, but then you don't even realise the cloud you saw a second ago just moved out of our sights!" You gasped like as if you made a new discovery, to which Heimdall just chuckles at.

"Your mortal brain just fascinates me everytime." He laughs, the motion vibrating his head and disrupting your hair braiding. "Well— Hey! You messed up my braid." You grumbled, quickly combing his hair to braid it once again, forgetting about being gentle just as he likes. I gets he stands corrected that you're not always delicate with your handiwork.

"Don't worry, take your time. Not like there's anything to fight on the walls today." He lifts his hands up in defense, as it's usually just a boring hot day.

Finally. You're done. His hair was beautifully done and'll last hours. "Done!" You grinned, moving to place a soft kiss on his cheek, while still sitting behind him. "You'd think the watchman of the Aesir, the most ill-mannered man in Asgard, wouldn't have such a sweet beloved, huh?" You teased, resting your head on his shoulder, tracing your fingers along his back.

"I always wonder how you ever, ever got your way with me." He tsks, looking at you with his bright purple eyes on his shoulder— your faces so close, nose just touching.

"I'm just a miracle worker, am I?" You scrunched up your nose in smiling, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his lips, to which he returns. Maybe the scion of the Aesir can be fixed after all.

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if i do what you tell me, will you love me?

pairing: heimdall x reader author's note: i always thought it would be interesting to write a little something with the concept of childhood sweethearts in terms of heimdall's character, especially since he has a hard time trusting people. but with someone he's known since he was a kid? he's a bit putty in her hands heh.

Your arrival is abrupt and abrasive all at once, involving an irritating combination of the door to his room being thrown open, and you striding in soon after, cheeks flushed, tone impatient. 

"We need to talk."

He remains unfazed, fingers leisurely flipping to the next page of the book he had been in the midst of reading before you barged in, feet still kicked up on his desk, all while you continue to seethe for reasons yet to be made known to him.

"And what seems to be the problem now?" he drawls out.

"Well, you wouldn't know unless you stop reading and look at me," comes your sour response as the door shuts behind you with a loud thud. 

Heimdall sets the book away with a sigh, lowers his feet back down to the ground, violet gaze now trailing after you as you march across the room to plant yourself on his bed with a loud huff. 

He eyes you with a tinge of amusement. "Or you could always just tell me. You can still ... speak, can't you?"

Your gaze flickers to his, tone cutting. "And you can still read minds, can't you? 

His mouth lifts into a smirk. 

"Now that you've kicked up such a fuss, that would be too easy — me poking around in that pretty, little head of yours while you sit there doing absolutely nothing. You know, I think I'd rather hear it from you, dearest. Go on then, form the words."

Heimdall watches as your eyes narrow into slits. 

"I'm not in the mood for whatever this is."

He hums and reaches for his book. 

"Well, neither am I. Come back some other time, then. Goodbye."

A moment creeps by.

Heimdall slides his gaze over to you. 

You remain seated, as he knew you would, arms crossed, lips pursed, still glowering at him. 

The sight of you like this, in so petulant a mood, brings him back lifetimes — to a different room, a narrower bed, and a smaller, sullener version of you sitting on top of it, pouting away, arms crossed, your little feet dangling above the ground. 

In some ways, you are still that same girl, and this is still that same dance.

"Shut the door on your way out, will you?" he mentions tauntingly. "Or, dare I ask, have you actually decided to stay?"

You relent with a roll of your eyes. "You're so difficult sometimes."

"Likewise, sulky."

As soon as the words leave him, he sees your lips curl into a strange, little smile, ire seemingly forgotten. His brows crease, your eyes gleam. By the time he's decided to delve into the depths of your somewhat depraved mind, it's too late.

"You know, I much prefer what you called me earlier," you sigh, tone coy and teasing. "Were you intending on trying something new or did it just ... slip out?" 

You suddenly seem far more exasperating than usual. 

"I have no idea what you're going on about."

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Please stop feeding your delusions."

"Make me." You smirk. "Dearest."

Annoyance seeps into his tone. "Do you actually have a problem you'd like to discuss or are you just here to waste my time?"

"You tell me," you say almost cheerfully, tone light, seemingly back in high spirits. "So, still want me to tell you what's bothering me, or would you rather just read my mind?"

"Or I could just throw you out."

You make a face at this suggestion. 

"I suppose you ... could. For now, at least. But given how we are soon to live together, I suggest you think of more creative ways to be mean to me. Can't exactly throw me out when we share a room, can you?"

You level your gaze at him challengingly. 

"Or is that the best you can do?"

Heimdall feigns a laugh. "You really still believe that?" 

This gives you pause. 

"Believe what?"

"That we are, soon to live together, as you so eloquently put it." He mock frowns. "You do seem rather ... unsure."

You huff. "So, you do know what's bothering me."

He scoffs, voice deadpan as he laments, "Your thoughts have been stuck on the same thing for weeks, haunting me at every waking moment. Only an idiot wouldn't know what's bothering you."

"And it's only just gotten worse," you tell him now, tone insistent. "Look into my eyes, tell me I'm not overreacting."

Heimdall stands, pretends to mull over your request before relenting with a sigh, making his way over to you. 

"Alright then. Now don't look away, hold it right there — let me concentrate — oh, I see — now that's interesting. You're very clearly ... overreacting."

You glare up at him. 

"This isn't funny. They're here, with her, in the All-Father's court. Why else except to try and wed their only daughter to the scion of the Aesir."

The corners of his mouth twitch. "My, my, I wasn't aware you held me in such high regard."

You lift your chin. "It is a mere fact. Nothing more."

"And so, so, eager to make me yours."

A rosy hue descends on your cheeks as you scoff. "That's not the point. Aren't you the least bit worried you might actually have to call her your wife instead?"

"Not in the slightest," he answers breezily with a dismissive wave of his hand. "The All-Father would never let me be bound to someone of such ... standing. I am, after all, his son, and as you so conveniently mentioned, the scion of the Aesir. So, as you can see, sulky, all that worrying of yours is really for naught."

And so are his words, it seems, because the look on your face hasn't changed. Except now — now you turn away, arms crossed, childishly refusing to look at him. 

Heimdall releases an exaggerated sigh, feels the bed dip as he takes a seat next to you.

"But, I suppose if it makes you feel any better, I did only agree to marry you, didn't I?"

The corners of your mouth begin to lift. 

"And?"

His brows crease. "And?"

You smirk. 

"Tell me how much you love me. Tell me you'd rather die than continue to live lifetimes without me. Tell me I'm who you love most."

He snorts. "What?"

You turn, gaze locking with his, eyes glittering deviously. 

"You want to make me feel better, don't you, dearest?" you purr, tone sickly-sweet. "So, read my mind and tell me what I want to hear."

What you want to hear. 

What do you want to hear? 

It isn't always an easy thing, sifting through the recesses of your mind. 

Your thoughts, they often greet him how a lover would — how you would — coyly leading him astray, teasing him, toying with him. Tugging, pulling, bending him towards your will, sometimes even tainting whatever it is in him that claims to be all-seeing, all-knowing. 

He sees you reach for him, feels you reach for him. 

"Won't you do it? For me?" you murmur as you gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes, body pressed close, grip tightening around the fabric of his tunic, effectively creasing it. 

"Won't you tell me you've loved me since forever?"

He feels your breath on his heated skin with every persistent plea, and foolishly allows his senses to give in to you, be overcome by you, thoughts and all, lulling him to do as you please. 

Heimdall hums, fingers tracing your spine. "And if I let you have your way, if I do what you tell me?"

He sees your lips curl into that strange, little smile once more as you lean in to place them at his ear, your voice a hushed whisper, and your words, all that he's yearned to hear. 

In some ways, he is still that same boy who sat across that smaller, sullener version of you, his own little feet dangling above the ground, longing to make you smile.

In some ways, this is still that same dance. 

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Would come back to writing but I'm soooooo behind in the genshin lore and I also have no interests atm (except maybe Arthur Morgan and overwatch but the overwatch fanbase is just sweaty males rotting on their gaming chairs)

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Gonna rebrand my account in March when my exam is finally over and I graduate school 🙏 🥶

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Happy new years all!

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Job Interview

Mike Schmidt x gn!Reader

Warnings: FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS ( not too much)

tags: established relationship, fluffity fluff fluff

Right now, you were helping Mike get ready for his job interview. It was bright and early in the morning, Abby was still sleeping while you two were standing in the middle of the corridor. "You thinking of being a security guard again?" I asked, focused on fixing his tie so that it was fitting and not too tight around his neck.

"Yeah. But I'll take any job at this point." He sighs before he continues, "So.. What do you think?" He opens his arms to show you his full look.

"I think you're absolutely handsome and I'd give you the job on the spot— whatever it is." I laugh, fixing his hair so it was more presentable. "Be serious." He chuckles, now he was pushing your messy bed hair away from your cheeks to behind your ear. It was early in the morning, after all.

"You're perfect, Mike. I think they'd love you. Just don't be too nervous." I encourage him, wrapping my arms around his neck to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He holds onto your waist, pecking you on the lips after as response.

"Alright, alright. Oh. My interview starts in half an hour. You think you can watch over Abby while I'm gone? I won't be long." He says after he checks his watch, picking up his papers of resumes that were so neatly organised and arranged by you. "I hope you won't. It would be farrrr too lonely without you." I fake whined, giggling as he pinches my cheek.

"I'll pick you and Abby up for breakfast, okay?" He promises, taking a quick look at himself in the mirror before heading out the door.

The whole time in the waiting room he was spacing out and couldn't even realise it was his turn for his interview. He just kept thinking about having to take care of Abby. And you.

You have your own job and home too, but he still feels like he should owe you something for being there for him and his little sister. The feeling of your lips still linger on his, and he's already feeling needy for more despite it being only a while since you've seen each other.

See? Despite that, he's only thinking about taking kisses from you than giving back. God, he's so selfish for you.

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Job Interview

Mike Schmidt x gn!Reader

Warnings: FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS ( not too much)

tags: established relationship, fluffity fluff fluff

Right now, you were helping Mike get ready for his job interview. It was bright and early in the morning, Abby was still sleeping while you two were standing in the middle of the corridor. "You thinking of being a security guard again?" I asked, focused on fixing his tie so that it was fitting and not too tight around his neck.

"Yeah. But I'll take any job at this point." He sighs before he continues, "So.. What do you think?" He opens his arms to show you his full look.

"I think you're absolutely handsome and I'd give you the job on the spot— whatever it is." I laugh, fixing his hair so it was more presentable. "Be serious." He chuckles, now he was pushing your messy bed hair away from your cheeks to behind your ear. It was early in the morning, after all.

"You're perfect, Mike. I think they'd love you. Just don't be too nervous." I encourage him, wrapping my arms around his neck to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He holds onto your waist, pecking you on the lips after as response.

"Alright, alright. Oh. My interview starts in half an hour. You think you can watch over Abby while I'm gone? I won't be long." He says after he checks his watch, picking up his papers of resumes that were so neatly organised and arranged by you. "I hope you won't. It would be farrrr too lonely without you." I fake whined, giggling as he pinches my cheek.

"I'll pick you and Abby up for breakfast, okay?" He promises, taking a quick look at himself in the mirror before heading out the door.

The whole time in the waiting room he was spacing out and couldn't even realise it was his turn for his interview. He just kept thinking about having to take care of Abby. And you.

You have your own job and home too, but he still feels like he should owe you something for being there for him and his little sister. The feeling of your lips still linger on his, and he's already feeling needy for more despite it being only a while since you've seen each other.

See? Despite that, he's only thinking about taking kisses from you than giving back. God, he's so selfish for you.

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I NEED MIKE SCHMIDT FANFICTIONS PRONTO, TUMBLR/AO3 PLZ DO URTHINGGGGGG 😭😭 (I'm so close to writing my own one shot)

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A Proper Husband

To Know: wife!reader is shorter than Arthur , fluff and fluff only mwuah

When Arthur came back to the camp from the mayor's party in St Denis, you were all over him. His hair was combed, his suit was tailored nicely, everything you didn't think your mud loving husband could become.

He came back a few hours after dinner and you gasped at the mere sight of him. "Who is this handsome, proper and dressed up fellow?" You gush, walking up to him to adjust his blazer. He chuckles as a response, standing still so you could admire him longer. "Your husband, ma'am." He clears his throat and plays along, ears warm and stomach tingly from the sudden affection.

"Ah! And you combed!" You gush even more, pulling his tall stature down to press kisses all over his face, tickled by his stubble. And he squints everytime you brush your lips near his eyes. You're just not used to seeing him all cleaned up for a party, the last time you did was your wedding and unfortunately, it only lasted for a while!

"Get a room." John sneers as he walks past the two of you. You finally stop kissing him and cup his face gently. You were about to say something again but the setting was just perfect. Javier was singing and playing his guitar, and everyone in camp was either getting ready for bed or dancing with one another.

"I would love to be danced by a suited man once in a while." You grin cheekily, tip toeing your fingers up his shoulder. He laughs as a response, quick to grab your hands on his shoulder to bring you closer to the source of the music.

You both swung with each other, danced left and right, maybe stepped on one another's foot once or twice and tracked dirt all over his expensive dress pants. But at least you had a great time with the love of your life. And it's not often you see your husband in a clean getup!

And so, your night consisted of countless kisses and giggles, dancing and singing. You couldn't have had it any other way.

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It's my birthday tomorrow 😏

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Courted by a… Hero?

synopsis: Diluc has feelings for you, but is under the impression that you do not reciprocate - his courting attempts show as much. But he comes to find out, that you are at ease around his alter ago… 

It won’t hurt to try and court you as the Darknight Hero. Right?

pairing: Diluc x fem!reader

tw: fluff, pining, courting, seemingly unreciprocated feelings, Darknight Hero!Diluc

word count: 3k words

a/n: this was suggested by a lovely anon~

Diluc Ragnvindr is enamored with you.

Diluc Ragnvindr thinks he is not that subtle about his affections. But it seems that he actually is, because otherwise the Master of the Dawn Winery does not understand how you manage to miss all the clues, all the longing gazes, all the small compliments and acts he does for you in attempts to hint that he’d like to court you.

Аpparently the longing in his eyes is lost in his regular stoic and a bit mournful expression, small compliments are so polite that it’s not hard to mistake them for his gentlemanly antics, and his other actions are just a thread away from acts of service and help, which, given his сhivalry nature, do not stand out too.

Diluc doesn’t get many opportunities to see you, since you do not visit the tavern often, but he tries so hard to make the meetings more numerous. An invitation to play cards at the Cat’s Tail here and there, an insistence to walk you home, an offer to accompany you through the market as you go grocery shopping, always coming with an excuse of checking on the goods to tell Elzer later what purchases they should change for the Winery and its workers. Adelinde always smiles at him knowingly whenever some new dishes are added to his menu.

He is trying to show his affections to you, he really does, but he is too dense for that to come out exactly as he pictured it in his head. However, when you smile at him softly, accepting his offers, when you vent a little to him about a stupid coworker, when you stop at the Good Hunter to have supper with him - he thinks that the long process is worth it.

It’s a great surprise, but the first time he gets an opportunity to hold you close is not a part of you dating him. No, your relationship is far from that, and his persona is hidden under the mask and a hooded cape, as he carries you bridal style. He is well aware of you staring up at him, but he can’t make himself lower his gaze and meet with yours. He is just bringing you to a safe place after you twisted your ankle on a late evening run to catch a cat for your neighbor - a sweet old woman, whose pet seems to love escaping on an almost daily basis.

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I'm playing Honkai Star Rail and I'm trying to learn the characters but my knowledge on the lore is so ass... I wanna write fics of it though 😵‍💫

ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Hi guys??!!!#!@ it's me bee ‼️🤗

I decided to make my account, no longer genshin impact based because I'm personally no longer interested in the game and don't care much for the lore. BUT I will however, sometimes write about scaramouche because he's my favourite 🫶

I'm going to write more about other animes like mob psycho, maybe even attack on titan, and others.. And of course I'll write for spider verse 🥺 (my fave peter bEE parker and Miguel BTW AHAHAH)

Anyways MY GENSHIN ERA IS OVER

Thanks for sticking around if you wanna unfollow😔😔

[viharbinger]

ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Hi guys??!!!#!@ it's me bee ‼️🤗

I decided to make my account, no longer genshin impact based because I'm personally no longer interested in the game and don't care much for the lore. BUT I will however, sometimes write about scaramouche because he's my favourite 🫶

I'm going to write more about other animes like mob psycho, maybe even attack on titan, and others.. And of course I'll write for spider verse 🥺 (my fave peter bEE parker and Miguel BTW AHAHAH)

Anyways MY GENSHIN ERA IS OVER

Thanks for sticking around if you wanna unfollow😔😔