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Muggle born introduces tech to the the marauders

AN: Guys nobody panic, I have not deserted my account just yet. Ignore the tech inconsistencies.

DIE PHONE DIE

GN!Reader x Platonic!Marauders

"Put your wand down, Prongs. This is a part of the process." You seized James's wand arm, and yanked it down so his wand no longer pointed at your phone.

You had invited the Marauders over for a weekend, but the abundance of muggle technology around your home had them fascinated. It had been two hours, and you were still in the hallway.

"It was making noise." Sirius added, staring at the phone with risen brows. "And vibrating-"

"Don't make it weird, Pads." Remus huffed, tugging on the cord under the phone. "I've heard about these, from Lily."

"Does Lily have one of these?" James perked up, and you rolled your eyes trying to get to the phone.

"Yes, Prongs. Most of us muggle-born has these."

"So we could use this phone and talk to Lily?"

"I think that's what she's saying." Peter hummed, coming from the kitchen were your mum had given him a plate of biscuits. "You're mum gave us these."

"God bless that sexy lady." Sirius whistled, stealing a biscuit as you groaned.

"Pads please, that's my mother."

"Still sexy."

"Moony."

"Got it." Remus was in hitting range of Sirius, so swiftly smacked him over the head not letting his eyes leave the phone.

"Can we please go outside now, or even into the living room. Please, this hallway is giving me nightmares."

"We can..." You nodded, trying to leave before the phone was thrust into your hand.

"Once you prove it can call people."

"Are you-" The boys all turned to you, and with a grimace you punched the numbers of your close friends house phone in. She would hate you for this, but you'd buy her a butter beer to make up for it.

The phone rang, and you all crowded around it, smacking heads as the five of you tried to make room. Then the ringing stopped, and a familiar voice came through the phone.

"Hello, Evans residence."

"Lily- I am so sorry, they made me do it."

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Bridgerton request please :)

bridgerton child is travelling the world or convincing anthony to travel the world

xoxo your favourite girl

AN: This is only because your'e my best friend, I will not be doing anymore Bridgerton requests istg.

Don't Get Caught

Fem!Reader x Platonic!Bridgerton Family

"I will not hear any more of this nonsense." Anthony hissed, as you had once again asked him for permission to join Colin on his travels.

"You aren't even listening to me." You stressed, gripping at the silk of your dress. "I will never get this chance again. Mama tell him."

Your mother turns away from Daphne with a pitying expression, looking between your pink face and your eldest brothers.

"You know why you cannot my dear. You will soon be ready to find a husband, and you will not find a suitable husband if you are halfway across the world."

"Well, what about Colin and finding a wife!"

"Colin's travels are to enrich his education, it will increase his reputation amongst the women." Anthony answered, and your head snapped back to his with narrowed eyes.

"I was not speaking to you, brother."

"Tone." Your mother reprimanded, and as you looked across the room you saw this was a losing battle. So, holding your head high you dipped your head in farewell and marched our of the living area.

You were not giving up.

As night fell upon the Bridgerton household, you were already poised and waiting by your door. The dim lamps from the hallway, giving you a slither of vision as you watched Benedict, the final one, enter his chambers for the night.

Then you were off, silently closing the door, you made your way to the window and popped it open. The cool breeze hit you in the face, but you were too determined now to be deterred by some bad weather.

So, without looking down you shrugged on your traveling bag, and began scrambling down the side of the house. By the time you reached the bottom your knees were bruised and bloody, and your palms burned from the gritty exterior.

"Uh, should you be down here?" You yelped, clutching the small bag to your chest as a boy came out from the shadows. You didn't recognize him, and he didn't seem to be one of the boys Anthony hung out with.

"Yes, my door was simply in a jam."

"So, the window was the next best thing?" You stared at him, huffing as you marched past. "Miss, Miss!"

"What!" You spun to face him again, "What could you possibly need from me at this hour."

"You dropped this." He held up your velvet pouch of money, and came to stand by you. "I'm Theo."

"Give me that... Please." He shrugged, opening the pouch and taking a few coins as you gasped and snatched what remained back. "So, you bother me because you are a thief."

"Nah, I'm simply taking my wage your brother said you'd pay. Come on, poshie." Theo marched past, and your legs started on their own accord as your mind spun.

"Anthony paid you?"

"Who? No, this one was... Benedict. He said make sure my sister gets to the carriage. Seemed off his head."

"Was that all he said." You ask meekly, finalizing your counting of the final coins as you slotted them back into the pouch to safely put away.

"He also said. I don't know how she'll do it, but tell her she better not get caught."

You let out a breath, nodding to Theo as the carriage Colin would take at first light came into sight.

If Anthony didn't kill you, your mother sure would.

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Prank gone WRONG with the marauders please.

AN: Feels good to be back, and thank you for all the love already within not even 24hrs. Keep showing the love, and I will keep giving it back.

SLYTHER-OUT

GN!Reader x Platonic!Marauders

"We are going to be in so much trouble." Remus panted, as he was shoved to run quicker by James.

"Shut up Moony, we gotta go." You responded through labored breaths, dragging Peter behind you with a firm grip on the wrist. "You told me you made sure nobody was in James!"

"No, Padfoot said that." Sirius turned his head to James in shock, as they slid round another corner causing his hair to whip you in the eyes.

"I did not say that! Moony said that-"

"Don't even test me, Padfoot." Sirius grinned, as the five of you piled into an empty classroom on James's direction.

"Time of the month?" You smacked the back of the boy's head, offering Remus a flabbergasted expression. Peter by this point had collapsed over a table, whilst James was still bouncing around the classroom.

"Be quiet Paddy, those Slytherins were hot on our heels we don't wanna give away where we went." Sirius mimed zipping his lips, before slouching into a chair and kicking up his legs onto the nearby desk. He grumbled when you swiped his legs off, and took a seat on the desk.

"Do you think they knew it was us?" James asked, wiping the condensation from his glasses as you all gawked at him.

"Prongs, you said hello to them when we were caught. The only one of us they didn't see was Wormtail, and that's because he was chewing through one of their socks." You gave a pointed look to Peter, whose face scrunched up.

"You said cause chaos, so I did." Remus gave Peter a gentle pat, before tapping his sparkling prefects badge.

"Good thing we were slyther-out of there, am I right?" James held up a hand for Sirius to connect, whilst the other three of you groaned.

A few minutes passed as you all worked to remove as much of the prank's leftovers from your clothes as possible.

"I could always give them detentions for being out of bed after-hours." You shook your head with a grin, resting back on your forearms and wiping some colorful dust from your robes.

"You Moony, are the worst of us."

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Record Overboard

Fem!Reader x Daisy Jones

“You aren’t about to start blasting those records are you.” Your hand paused on the spindle, as you glanced up at the red-head in front of you.

"That was absolutely what I was about to do." Daisy rolled her eyes, padding over on bare feet and ankles bedazzled with various chains and plaited pieces of wool.

"You want to play-" She wrinkled her nose at your record of choice, some chill Indie record. "That?"

"Look just because your'e some top name in the industry, doesn't mean you can dictate my music." She stared at you for a long moment, and you shuffled slightly under her stare.

"Yes, I can." Daisy in a blink, had your record hostage and with a flick of her wrist it was soaring through the air and plopping into her pool. "My house, my rules."

"You asked me to move in with you!" You shrieked, already moving to grab the record from the pool. Though, the stones were hot on your soles and so you ended up doing a little dance much to the red-heads amusement.

"Love you, baby. But not your shit music taste." Her voice was teasing, and you could picture her butter-melting amused smile as you hopped down the pool steps, sighing at the cool water.

Daisy, herself, cared far less for being graceful. With a loud, carefree laugh, she was charging towards the pool and cannonballing in the space between you and your record.

The water smacked your face, and you couldn't help but splutter out a laugh as she resurfaced and plucked your record up and onto the side of the pool.

"You are terrible to me Daisy Jones. I liked that record."

"Then you will like the front-row tickets I got you for your birthday." You stared at her, mouth slowly widening and clamping shut as she splashed water into it.

When you had finished your coughing fit, Daisy had waded over to the shallow end of the pool. Squeezing out the water from her shaggy hair.

"You didn't."

"Perks of being a rock-star baby."

You waded to her, throwing your arms around her soft frame.

"I'm proud of you rock-star."

"No longer the muse." Daisy whispered, gripping your face suddenly. "I am the someone." You placed your hands over hers, remembering the young woman as the teenage girl you met who sneaked into bars and sung to drunks. But, for being a rock-star, she could be so dim.

"You were always my someone, rock-star or not." She leaned in, but you placed a hand between your faces. "Can you get us backstage."

A wink was your only reply.

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You said crows are closed but I’m willing to change your mind.

Crow is the captain of the ship that takes the crows to the ice court. Giving kaz orders and such.

AN: I am sosososososo excited for season two of Shadow and Bone, so here's to opening up the Crows again. Strayed a little away from the prompt, but I had an OC in my head I was basing this off of. So, please enjoy <3

TIDEMAKER, NOT TIDEMAKER

GN!READER X PLATONIC!CROWS

"And then twist, and pull." You commanded, grinning when Inej formed the perfect Sailors knot. "Perfect, Nej."

"Thank you for teaching me." You helped hoist her up, as her side was still stiff from where the gunshot had been.

"You are an excellent student, who listens to commands." You gave a pointed look to Jesper, who slowly lowered the cannonball he was holding.

"It rolled towards me, fate." He surrendered, whistling as he walked back towards Nina who was leaning against the bannister of your ship talking with Wylan.

Lord forbid you were talked into using your baby for one of Kaz's heists, though a Crow stays with the flock - or whatever it was Jesper said to boost morale after a particularly bad heist.

You may not belong to the Dregs, or the Dime Lions, or any gang. But, the idiots currently roaming around your ship were your closest friends... and you were promised a cut if you put your tide making skills to good use.

"Inej, keep practicing. I need to find Brekker - I haven't seem him in far too long, and last time I caught him eyeing up valuable items on my ship." Inej smiled softly, bidding you farewell with a nod as she went back to undoing the knot.

You two had both once belonged to the Menagerie; and whilst Inej learned to stitch herself up and join the Dregs, you had learnt how to tie knots and fled to the seas to become the infamous Pirate, who was a fond deliverer to Fifth Harbour.

Though the sea wasn't as free as it seemed, your debt to those in higher up places meant you always had to come back to Ketterdam. To interfere with them, would be the end of your sails.

"Kaz I don't think that's a good idea." You shot back into reality, blinking against the harsh sea breeze as you spotted Kaz taking the wheel of the ship.

"Brekker, get your slippery hands off my baby."

"No wonder she doesn't flirt back, she's in love with her ship." Nina teased, but you marched past her and up the short flight of stairs to glare at Brekker.

"You were heading the wrong way." Kaz answers your glare, and before he can even utter another word you have whipped your hands in an arch. The vein in your head throbbing, as you brought the ship to a complete stop. "Could you stop that, we are on a tight schedule."

"This is my ship Brekker, I know how to steer it."

"The map says your wrong." He released the wheel, clunking his cane down heavily. "I was fixing the mistake."

"If Matthias wasn't sleeping, I'd ask him to use all that Fjerdon muscle to haul you overboard."

"You are overreacting."

"Step away from the wheel." Your voice grew harsher, as the ship rocked dangerously. "I don't touch your cane, you don't touch my ship."

Kaz stared. You stared.

Five minutes later you were happily steering the ship, as Kaz sat on a crate beside you with the map across his knees. Kaz Brekker was many things, but he knew one thing.

As Inej had her claws, you had your ship. You two would both go down fighting if that was threatened, and Kaz knew better than to push those buttons.

"Slightly East." He ordered, and you moved the wheel with one hand, using the other to guide the waters behind you so that your travels were shortened.

"Has anyone got a bucket!" You grimaced as Wylan ran out frantically waving his hands, "I think Jesper is going to be sick, and he's threatening to do it over my plans if I don't find a bucket.

You sighed with a grin, letting the ship slow as you nudged a bucket towards Wylan with water from the sea. He stared at it transfixed, before snatching the bucket up and scurrying away causing Nina to let out a loud laugh.

You were the Captain of the ship, taking the Crows to the Ice Court, and not a single one was listening to the orders you had given out earlier.

This heist could only go well...

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Record Overboard

Fem!Reader x Daisy Jones

“You aren’t about to start blasting those records are you.” Your hand paused on the spindle, as you glanced up at the red-head in front of you.

"That was absolutely what I was about to do." Daisy rolled her eyes, padding over on bare feet and ankles bedazzled with various chains and plaited pieces of wool.

"You want to play-" She wrinkled her nose at your record of choice, some chill Indie record. "That?"

"Look just because your'e some top name in the industry, doesn't mean you can dictate my music." She stared at you for a long moment, and you shuffled slightly under her stare.

"Yes, I can." Daisy in a blink, had your record hostage and with a flick of her wrist it was soaring through the air and plopping into her pool. "My house, my rules."

"You asked me to move in with you!" You shrieked, already moving to grab the record from the pool. Though, the stones were hot on your soles and so you ended up doing a little dance much to the red-heads amusement.

"Love you, baby. But not your shit music taste." Her voice was teasing, and you could picture her butter-melting amused smile as you hopped down the pool steps, sighing at the cool water.

Daisy, herself, cared far less for being graceful. With a loud, carefree laugh, she was charging towards the pool and cannonballing in the space between you and your record.

The water smacked your face, and you couldn't help but splutter out a laugh as she resurfaced and plucked your record up and onto the side of the pool.

"You are terrible to me Daisy Jones. I liked that record."

"Then you will like the front-row tickets I got you for your birthday." You stared at her, mouth slowly widening and clamping shut as she splashed water into it.

When you had finished your coughing fit, Daisy had waded over to the shallow end of the pool. Squeezing out the water from her shaggy hair.

"You didn't."

"Perks of being a rock-star baby."

You waded to her, throwing your arms around her soft frame.

"I'm proud of you rock-star."

"No longer the muse." Daisy whispered, gripping your face suddenly. "I am the someone." You placed your hands over hers, remembering the young woman as the teenage girl you met who sneaked into bars and sung to drunks. But, for being a rock-star, she could be so dim.

"You were always my someone, rock-star or not." She leaned in, but you placed a hand between your faces. "Can you get us backstage."

A wink was your only reply.

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Hello

If you’re into the marauders (i know you are), a cat animagus interacting with the marauders without them realising that she’s not a real cat please.

AN: Hello there... It is I... The man the myth the legend... I am two of those things ... my p is large ... enjoy

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KITTY

FEM!READER X PLATONIC!MARAUDERS

Currently, your butt was being scratched... Now, this would be weird if you weren't a cat. Well, you weren't like a cat-cat, but you were an animagus - curtesy of being a part of the infamous Marauders. Though, you were an illegitimate animagus, so only: Sirius, Remus, James and Peter knew that it was in fact you on Lily's lap rather than an actual stray.

"You are such a cute kitty." Lily cooed, scratching your ears with her nails whilst her other hand flipped through the charms homework you were yet to start reading. Oh well, hopefully Remus would do it for you if you promised him chocolate on the annual Hogsmead trip.

"I want to hold it-" You bristled at Alice's use of 'it', and Marlene lent forward to smack her leg.

"She is a she, A."

"Oooh, my bad kitty. You are a lady."

"What are you ladies fawning over." You flopped back onto Lily's legs in defeat, hearing the cocky voice of Sirius wash over you. That boy constantly claimed it was the 'household hierarchy' that dogs trumped cats. But you knew that was in terms of idiocy, as you had caught the grey-eyed boy chasing his tail when he thought none of you were watching.

"Kitty?" James stared at you, and you stared back with big yellow eyes.

"Yes, James. It's a cat." Lily rolled her eyes, and you hissed when Sirius flicked your ear. The problem with being a cat, is ear flicks hurt ten times more.

"Don't do that!" Dorcas cried, scooping you up into her arms and carrying you to safety as you smugly watched Sirius get verbally beaten down by the girls who's group cat you had become since the start of the year. You'd told them all you were practicing quidditch after hours, and nobody questioned it- well the boys didn't have to.

"Let it go now, Dorc. She needs to go now, we've had her long enough." Marlene didn't even crack her eyes open when she took a long drag from her cigarette, before pointing it at the common room door.

"Fine." Dorcas gently lifted your front paw and waved it, you would have flushed at the boys grins if you were human, but alas you could do nothing but wave a floppy paw. Dorcas eventually made it outside the common room and placed you down, giving you a toe curling scratch behind the ear. "See you later, Kitty."

Dorcas gave a little wave, before disappearing back into the common room. By the time someone came back out, you had changed back and were pulling a piece of cat hair from your mouth with a grimace.

"Evening, Kitty." A low voice drawled mockingly from the doorway.

"Don't say a word, Black."

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Guess who’s back

One year has passed, in fact more than a year and I have returned. 

I am here for a good time, not an obsessive post every day time with perfect writing. If you send a request I will get to it in due time, but for now...

I’m fucking back baby. 

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Hey guys,

I’m not doing too good mentally or physically at the moment, so I will be going on a little break until I feel up to scratch! I will return mark my words, so be here when I get back.

Thank you for all the interactions and love <3

Till then all 225 of you :)

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Everyone’s a little bit gay

Prompt: You offer Maddy a smoke and a game to make her ex-boyfriend a jealous mess.

Tone: Funny + Flirty 

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, alcohol

Word count: 0.9k 

A/N: Second euphoria fic, and ofc I had to be a lil bit gay for the girls and theys. I will be taking Euphoria requests, Marauders requests + more so check out my Master list for OPEN fandoms. 

You guys showed up and showed out with the 200 goal, so thank you from my shrivelled sad heart <3 New goal for the Feb spirit will be 300, now since we outdid this goal by 112 I’m feeling pretty good about our team of fictional loving people. Now I mean this, thank you all 212 of you :0. Here’s to a month on Tumblr!

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MADDY PEREZ X FEM!READER

The party was all but two things: Sweaty and loud. You of course had contributed to this, so after dancing your feet raw with Kat you’d decided that a peaceful moment of smoking was required.

“Pass the lighter.” You make a grabby hand toward the boy next to you, he rolls his eyes yet passes it nonetheless. The flame lights up and catches the end of your cigarette, and you toss the lighter back with a nod of gratitude. 

Now that most people vaped, you often forgot your own lighter when going places. However, your poor excuse of a dad had left a pack of the best lying around and who were you to deny such a fate.

You breathed in the bitter fumes, letting them smooth out the kinks in your fatigued muscles. 

The sofa you were sitting on dipped to the side, and you caught a pouting Maddy in the corner of your eye. The two of you had never been close per say, you were more Kat’s and Lexi’s friend than hers or Cassie’s. Though, the two of you did share a simple hello when your paths crossed. 

“Y/n.” She greeted, snapping open a compact mirror to inspect the perfect wing of her eyeliner. 

“Maddy. Tired of dancing?”

“Tired of been watched whilst dancing.” Your brows furrow, and you inhale again trying to scout out who was watching her. On your scout, you spot a very pissed off Nate Jacobs staring right where Maddy had just sat. The dream couple had split about a week ago, three weeks off of the New Year. Ouch, and boy he did not look over it one bit.

“Ah, boyfriend.”

“Bitch.” Her tone offended. “Ex-boyfriend.” 

“For now.” Her head snaps to meet your eyes, and you shrug from where you sat. “Don’t you got a thing of banging and then leaving, and then banging again, then leaving. Repeat, repeat and oh look at that. Repeat.”

“Why are you up in my business?”

“It’s school.” You offer her the cigarette, but she waves it away with a flick of her manicured hand. “Everyone knows your business.” 

“Why does everybody care what I do.”

“Don’t get pissy with the messenger.”

“I’m not pissy.” You smile slightly at her annoyed tone. People like Maddy Perez were all too easy to wind up.

“Sure, Maddy Perez.” 

“I’m not - Stop talking to me.” You don’t say anything and she makes a sound of irritation in her throat. “Your silence is somehow worse.”

“Maybe you just like it when I speak.”

“Why have we never spoken before? You hang with Kat after school” You turn now fully, hoisting both your legs onto the sofa and stubbing out the cigarette on the ash tray near you. You would have stubbed it on the table, though that would not make a lovely impression. 

“Different paths.”

“Spiritual paths?” The laziness of her tone suggests that she’s drunk some, however she is somehow sober enough to maintain that signature bitch attitude. It was quite phenomenal. 

Your smile grows, and you give another chilled shrug eyes dancing to the still booming party. Kat had now started dancing with her boyfriend, and Lexi was nowhere to be seen. 

“Sure.” You shuffle closer so you could hear her over the noise. “So, why is your boyfriend eye stalking you?”

“Because he’s a fucking loser.”

“Wanna mess with him.” She snaps the compact mirror closed, toying with it between her fingers. 

“Mess with him how?” You lean in closer, watching Nate’s reaction carefully. He shuffles, foot moving as if he wants to step forward and adjust your new position.

“In a fun way.”

“Go on.” Maddy doesn’t shy away from you as you lean in even closer, moving your leg so it goes over one of hers. “You gay or some shit?”

“Are you?”

“Everyone’s a little bit gay.”

“Do you mind?” You wouldn’t move until given consent, the games were never fun if two parties weren’t involved happily. 

“Is he looking?” She snaps the compact mirror open again, and this time angles it so you can see Nate Jacobs staring at you as if you had shot his whole weird-ass family. 

“Oh he’s looking all right.”

“Kiss me then.”

“Pardon?’ She’s staring at you with sultry eyes, and you felt a certain need to fulfil her wishes.

“Are you deaf?”

“Such a sparkling attitude.” She rolls her eyes, yet is the one to twist her sharp nails in your hair and pull you forward. You don’t see a reason to pull away, and so use one of your hands to support her upper thigh whilst the other winds around the back of her neck gently.

When she pulls away her face say that she is satisfied with the performance, and you only let out a huff of surprise at the jump to kissing. “Normally when I say mess with someone, it means flirt around.”

“That was me flirting.” You weight up your options, and then realising you have the IT girl willingly kissing you, you take the opportunity with greedy hands.

“Wanna flirt again?” Her dark lips have some of your glitter gloss on, and when she twists your hair tighter you take that as a yes.

“Fuck Nate Jacobs.”

“Fuck him.”

Flirting hadn’t been this sweet before. After all, as Maddy says everyone was a little bit gay. 

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Part 3 pls of dinner tricks where it takes place at the argument before the downfall of casita

DINNER TRICKS FINAL PART

Prompt: Maribel and Abuela fight, leaving you scrabbling to reach the candle and save Mirabel from getting hurt.

Tone: Angst + Sad

Warnings: No warning

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: The final part is finally here to help you in the final bit of the working week, yes I will say final one more time. I hope you enjoyed this three part Encanto story, the reader character was very fun to develop. This is my last Encanto fic, so we are ending on a good note!

I am currently sick at the moment and am waiting on a PCR, so writing this cheered me up a lil bit. Sweet words to everyone else in the same position, or worries about Covid. We are now on 193 followers, which is almost doubt my January goal. Can we get to 200 before Feb? Stay healthy all 193 of you.

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MADRIGAL FAMILY X FAMILY FEM!READER

You were milling around your bedroom, watching as the walls changed from a baby blue to a light yellow as you breathed in deeply. Today you would be calm and collected, and nothing would ever-

“Uh What?” You stand perplexed, spotting an odd shaped succulent stretching in through your window. On closer inspection, you notice that it has small pink flowers on. “Isa.” You breathe, gently touching the irregular plant incase it was only apart of your imagination.

“Woah!” You jump back from the window, as Isabel soars passed on a vine, followed by a shouting Mirabel whose grinning from ear to ear. Before you’ve pulled yourself together and have charged out the door to go and see what’s happening, a large pile of flowers sprout in the middle of the Casita and your cousins fall into it.

“Guys?” You call down, not stopping yourself from smiling at the warmth that heats up your body like heat from the sun. Happiness. This is when your gift felt like a gift.

“Y/n, look what I made.” Isa holds up a cactus, giggling when it pricks her finger. You don’t know what Mirabel did, but you were exhilarated at the fact there wasn’t a drop of negative emotion in the air. Sometimes, even the walls felt sad and lonely.

“What is going on!?” Abuela shouts, storming up to your cousins with such anger you flinch back at the crackling. Mirabel and Isabela are up in a second, your older cousin at once emitting a salty smell that forces your smile into a frown.

“Abuela.” Mirabel begins with a large proud smile, “It’s ok, everything’s ok. We’re going to save the miracle. The magic-“

“What are you talking about?” Abuela interrupts, throwing her hands accusingly around her. Cautiously you start to move for the stairs, ready to help the situation. “Look at our home, look at your sister.”

“Please, Isabela wasn’t happy.” Your older cousin doesn’t speak, instead tries to subtly brush off the vibrant colours that have stained her normally pristine dress.

“Of course she isn’t happy. You ruined her proposal.” Mirabel denies this quickly, looking to Isabel for support. By this time you are halfway down the steps, still not spotted by your Abuela.

“No, no. She needed me to ruin her proposal, and then we did all this and the candle burned brighter and the cracks. That’s why I’m in the vision, I’m saving the miracle.”

“You have to stop, Mirabel!” You grip the bannister, your stomach aching from what felt like a forceful punch. You had to get to one of them, calm the situation down. That was what was needed of you, your gift was made to help others.

Mirabel goes silent at once, and you are happy her back is turned to her as the last of the warmth leaves your body. Louisa had now come out of her room, and stood by Isabel whose arms were crossed across her body in a comforting manner.

“The cracks started with you. Bruno left because of you. Louisa is losing her powers. Isabela is out of control. Because of you.”

“That’s not fair.” You call, wincing as Abuela’s eyes find yours.

“You should have controlled this before it got out of hand.”

“But they were happy.” You defend, “Finally, they were happy.”

“You squander your gift every day. It is not about who is happy, it is about what is best for the Encanto.”

“She’s trying.” Mirabel says, and Abuela turns her attention back to your slightly younger cousin.

“I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift, but it is not an excuse for you to hurt this family.” The room goes silent, the only sound that echoed louder then the silence was the sound of tiles splitting open.

They spilled around the floor, and you groaned as one split right under your foot causing you to fall back onto the stairs. A rush of searing pain ran up your body as you used your hand to soften your fall, and it didn’t stop as you whimpered again trying to move from the floor to get away.

“I will never be good enough for you, will I?” Abuela said nothing, not even when your aunt and uncle appeared behind her. Your auntie looked to your Abuela, perhaps desperate for her to reject what Mirabel was saying. “No matter how hard I try.” Another crack formed, and you gritted your teeth. “No matter how hard any of us try. Luisa will never be strong enough. Isabela won’t be perfect enough. Y/n can never help enough. Bruno left our family because you only saw the worst in him.”

“Bruno didn’t care about this family.”

“He loves this family.” Mirabel defended, and at this point you were beginning to feel light headed. You forced your palm into the floor, letting the pain seize your arm and slow down the cracks in the house as the argument spiralled further. “I love this family, we all love this family. You’re the one that doesn’t care. You’re the one breaking our home.”

“Don’t you ever-“ Abuela shouted, but this time Mirabel was too fired up to let her continue.

“The miracle is dying because of you.” There was a pause as your Abuela gasped, and just as you managed to calm the house down; the largest pain you had ever felt took your body, and in retaliation you brought your plan off the ground. With a deafening crack, a line spread between Mirabel and Abuela.

“No, no, no.” In your weakened state you hadn’t notice your family arrive, and your mama was waving frantically at the candle. Her panic only rising, when she spotted you slumped across the staircase. “Y/n? Dolores, grab her now.”

“The candle.” Your papa called, and with a groan you stood up, watching in horror as the candle rolled onto its side. Mirabel charged for it, commanding Casita to get her up.

“You head her Casita, get me up there.” You copy, holding onto the house as the staircase steps build you a almost vertical staircase to climb just missing Dolores’s hands.

“Y/n, no!” Your mama screams, but you are too set on helping Mirabel to reply. From the corner of your eye you spot your brother also charging for Mirabel, using his gift to weave in and out of the falling debris. Isabela also moves for the candle, but when she tries to swing from one of her veins the house rumbles, and she is left falling to the ground.

“Y/n, get down.” Camilo yells, trying to jump for you but in the mid air he switches back into his original body. You scream as he plummets to the floor, missing one of the steps you are left hanging by your hands, as Casita makes drunken moves to help you regain your footing.

“Mirabel, slow down.” You cry, managing to get back up and follow her. Your gift wouldn’t help you get to her, but that didn’t stop you freezing when a numbness washed over you. You stopped, turning with terrified eyes as you suddenly couldn’t feel anything. Not a drop of happiness, a splash of anger, the sweet smell of love. It was empty.

“Mirabel, Y/n!” You hear screams of your names, but you are too close on Mirabel’s heels to quit now. You couldn’t feel anyone else’s fear, and that meant that for once you could do things by your own emotion. And you would get that candle.

“Leave it, leave the candle. Get out!” You ignore them, getting under Mirabel so she can use your boost to try and reach the candle.

“Come on, Mira. Stretch, we don’t have time.”

“I’m trying!” She calls back, and you grimace as she digs her foot deeper into your hands.

You screech as the house suddenly collapses, leaving you soaring in the air as Casita works desperately to save you. You hear your families screams as they spot you falling, and your eyes widen at the debris about to hit you. You wrap your arms around Mirabel and bring her into your chest, whispering words of comfort as your gift would no longer aid you.

With a breath of air...

The candle went out.

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[wolfofwritingstreet]

I don’t know if anyone has done anything like this before but after going on a Pixar movie binge I started thinking about how would the Madrigal’s react to meeting a sea monster person (from the movie Luca). Like imagine them meeting the reader and at first the Madrigal’s think that they are just a foreigner but later realizing that they aren’t human. However the reader just wants to explore and learn about different human cultures and ends up befriending the Madrigal’s. Hope that makes sense!

From sea to land

Prompt: How they react to finding out you have a gift of your own.

Tone: Cute + easy read

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.7k

A/N: Welcome to the penultimate Encanto request, my first head canon for the characters. I hope this satisfies your request anon, and if you do want to request please check my Master list for what fandoms are open; any closed fandom requests will be deleted!

Ok, I know three requests were meant to come out today but I am a tired gal and so pick the path of two. I'm excited for the future where I venture now into Euphoria, Marauders and more current fandoms. Thank you to all who vote, and sleep well all 182 of you <3

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HEAD CANONS

ENCANTO FAMILY X LUCA MONSTER GN!READER

You have wondered into a place they call Encanto, and on your meeting you befriend each of the Madrigal's. This is how some of them react when you tell them about your own gift, and how you mean no harm...

CAMILO MADRIGAL X READER

Would shape shift too many times to count when he first gets sight of your true form.

When you explain things to him he goes from 100 to 0 very quickly in chillness.

Calls you shifting buddies as you can both transform into different skins, when you try and explain to him the difference he ignores you and plugs his ears.

He will sit and explain everything to you that you want to find out about human culture.

If you take a particular liking to a specific item he will keep buying it and giving them to you.

Likes to shape shift into your original form, and is convinced if he trains his gift he will be able to breathe underwater as well.

Note this does not work and he almost drowns.

Makes one too many fish puns for you to stay sane.

Means well but sometimes you have to go swimming just to escape his constant happiness and energy.

Does not get the message and tries to join you, until you stay underwater for so long he gives up and lies on the banks.

Very accepting all the time.

DOLORES MADRIGAL X READER

No surprise but when you finally admit to her your secret, she doesn’t even seem phased.

When you ask her why she says she’s known for weeks, she overheard you whispering to yourself about it but didn’t want to bring it up before you did.

You hug her when she says this instead of saying something out loud, knowing that Dolores would appreciate the gesture more.

Instead of Dolores showing you things, you decide to show her the true silence which comes from under the water.

When you first take her down, she flinches because of the loudness of the water though you assure her that’s not what you mean.

It takes a minute of persuading but soon she gets into the water with you, trusting that this will be worth it.

Holding her arms and with an encouraging smile she allows you to drag her down under the water.

You’ve never seen her so relaxed, and you create a bubble for her to breathe so she can stay for longer.

You stay under the water in perfect silence until your skin is so wrinkled it hurts to poke.

The two of you roll onto the bank with large smiles.

She thanks you for the peace and quiet, and you thank her for not telling anyone your secret till you were ready.

MIRABEL MADRIGAL X READER

You confide in Mirabel with your secret because you thought she could understand how it felt to be isolated from others, and that she wouldn’t judge you.

You weren’t wrong, and when you told her the two of you stayed up all night sharing secrets and feelings that revolved around your identity’s.

She would encourage you to embrace your own culture whilst sharing hers, and you would encourage her to stop trying to impress her abuela.

When she was feeling low about her lack of a gift you would stay with her and listen, or you would take her into the town so she could teach you about the things she loves.

When you ask her to go with you to the water she gets her mum to make you a picnic, and the two of you would take day trips to the river.

Often uses your name to one up her older sister Isabel, you find it more amusing than anything else.

Never tries to make you feel like the odd one out as she knows what that feels like.

The two of you are good for each other, and learn to communicate without words when one of you feels out of place.

Mirabel likes to draw your original form, and even made a stitched toy of a mini you which she keeps in her room.

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[wolfofwritingstreet]

Hello. Can I request a weird fluff request , with Arcane characters? I hope you don’t mind, and hope this isn’t too long. Let’s call this prompt “Caitlyn and her inventor S/O”

In this scenario, Caitlyn is visiting her GN S/O, who loves making whimsical, yet gimmicky inventions. When she gets to S/O workshop, they invented something special; a machine that makes giant floating bubbles that allows people to travel in, that can only pop with hextech.

Her S/O wants to try it together, and go for a bubble ride. Caitlyn is skeptical at first, but tries it out. They are soon put in a bubble together, and Caitlyn at first has a hard time standing, and falls into her S/O. Eventually, they admire the view from their bubble floating over Piltover.

Eventually, their bubble lands safely, and Caitlyn thanks her S/O

I hope this isn’t too much trouble for you

Popping bubbles

Prompt: All in request <3

Tone: Fluff + Cute

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I am so so so sorry this took so long to come out, it was a really cute idea I've just been in an Arcane slump but I think this is the perfect one to end my Arcane requests on for now !! Thank you for your request, and as always my requests are open to certain fandoms please check; if you send something in for a closed fandom, the request will be deleted so hold your horses.

I've been super caught up with school stuff and as always that does come first as well as what's left of my mental health. Since I do these for pure vibes, enjoyment and for free, please understand that sometimes it may be slow <3 Happy weekend all you 180 fools.

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CAITLYN KIRAMMEN X GN!READER

“Y/n?” A voice called up the narrow staircase, when you don’t respond dark blue hair pops into your vision. “Earth to the inventor.” You finally put the wrench down, and grin seeing your girlfriend.

“Oh, hi Cait!” You pull your goggles up, rubbing the marks away with your grubby fingers as best as you can. You’d been cramped over your newest invention all day, and finally it was done. So you’d summoned your girlfriend from her enforcer duties to come and test it with you, she didn’t need to know she was your first test subject.

“You wanted me?”

“Yes.” You hold up the invention, it looked like a large bubble blower, with a thick metal ring and empty inside that was big enough to fit two people. “Tada.”

“What is that exactly?”

“Come.” You jump up excitedly, taking the invention in one hand and your girlfriend’s in the other.

“Look I know Jayce and Viktor don’t set you work hours, but some of us aren’t so lucky.”

“Please, for me?” She watches you carefully, not saying anything as you pull her higher and higher through the floors of the academy.

“For my health, do not tell me we are going to the roof.”

“Ok.” You say nothing as you push open the door leading to the roof, and smile slightly as Cait’s hand comes to grip your arm tightly - she’d never been a fan of heights but you were here to cure that. “Trust me, I’ve tested it.”

“Is this invention the reason you come to bed with all those bruises.”

“No…” Cait’s eyes moved to the heavens, a soft curse coming out of her mouth as you began to set up the invention. “But now it’s super safe. I mean, if it was the invention that kept… popping.”

“Popping?” Her eyes narrow even more when you pull out a glowing blue orb, and roll it between your fingers while finding the opening slot on the mechanic strapped to your wrist. “You aren’t meant to have that.”

“Sure I am. Viktor said it was cool, as long as I make something good.”

“Your inventions are always good, they are just-“ The invention in discussion hissed as it started whirring into action, a transparent liquid making a film from the outside in until it made a thin floor. “Questionable. They are questionable.”

“Mel likes them.”

“She likes money, and you are a commercial dream.”

“And proud. Now, step here and stay very still.” She gives you a look, going to step before you raise your hands. “Without your shoes obviously. Come on quick.”

“I have a duty to do.” Cait’s heeled shoes are left on the floor, and she crams into the small invention’s middle with you. This was just a prototype, if it went well you’d pitch it to the council as a commercial thing. As Caitlyn said, Mel loved things that made money.

“Shh, watch.” You hold her arm with a massive grin as the flat film starts to expand and grow around you, forming a large bubble.

“What about air?”

“Oxygen can move in and out.”

“And you tested that?”

“I don’t go to bed looking faint if its been a good day.” The bubble sealed at the top, stopping growing when you pressed a button on the mechanic on your wrist. If this went well, the mechanic should be connected to the invention thanks to the power of hex tech.

“It’s a bit small.”

“You are just too tall.” Cait grumbled, tilting her head forwards so she wouldn’t keep hitting it against the top. “Ready?”

“Now wait a minute, is this safe?”

“Go!” You cheered, raising your hand up and to your joy the invention split in two, leaving a thin layer of metal at the base of the bubble which allowed you to move it any direction you want.

“Y/n, I don’t know about this.”

“Relax, totally safe.” You having had practise, bend your knees and enjoy the view of the pink sky and rooftops. Caitlyn is having a bit of a harder time due to her height, and hasn’t worked out she needs to bend her knees in order to keep stability within the bubble.

You push your hand forwards and the bubble surges causing Cait to stumble, “Careful.”

“I’m trying.” Was what was gritted back from your ‘height-loving’ partner, and your grin widens as people catch sight of the flying bubble and begin to point and wave. You wave back, forgetting the mechanic was strapped to your hand. The bubble responds and launches side to side. So much so, you barely manage to keep your footing. Cait on the other hand can’t be saved, and crashes into you causing the bubble to soar higher.

You groan moving her elbow from your face, and when you look up two eyes are staring at you with a mixture of distress and irritation. Cait puffs a strand of hair out of her face, smoothing down the new wrinkles that have marred her normally perfectly pressed uniform.

“Aren’t you meant to be the athletic one?” You tease.

“Bubble flying is not apart of the training process.”

“It will be when I sell this idea.”

“Ok, let’s go back now…” She trails off and your eyes flicker back to her face, this time she is looking down to the floor with parted lips. You follow her view and a breath comes from your own lips at the sight; it is a clash of Zaun and Piltover. The beauty of it captures your heart for a second, how two divided cities both glow the same and yet are isolated by one wall. “Woah.”

“It’s incredible.” You agree, “Maybe I can sell the idea to let the Zaunites have it, or maybe they’d like my idea about the conveyor belts.”

“Conveyer belts?”

“To transport things.”

“It’s beautiful.” Cait whispers, pulling herself up so she can press her nose against the side of the bubble. “I’ve haven’t seen anything like it.”

“So, are you happy you came?”

“I’m not happy you took me away from my duties, my mother is already giving me a hard time about it.”

“Cait…” She brushes her hair back, leaving forwards to give you a light kiss on the lips to apologise.

“I’m very happy you took me with you.” She tries again, smiling slightly.

“Really? That’s good, because I’ve not tried my bubble invention with more than just me. Part of me thought it would pop at the first hurdle, crazy right.” You joked, leaning back against the bubble and lazily moving your hand around so it headed back to the academy.

“You thought what?!”

You now knew to take that comment out of your sales pitch stat.

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[wolfofwritingstreet]

Meeting the local

MISC EUPHORIA

Tone: Cute + Chill

Warnings: Mentions of drugs

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: So, I have latched onto the Euphoria bandwagon and I will hold on for my life this season. Wanted to stray from requests for one but I will venture back now, just needed to get this out of my system.

Requests coming this week: Caitlyn from arcane, Dinner tricks PT3, Another Encanto request.

As always send your requests but PLEASE check what is open, if you send requests after a fandom is closed I will have to delete it so my inbox is for my open fandoms. Please store your ideas, and send them when they are open <3 Thank you! Enjoy all 149 of you.

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FEZCO X FEM!READER

“Rue are you kidding me?” You hissed, trying to stay upright on your bike as you called your dumbass friend.

“Please, one time. My mum’s grounded me.”

“You’re meant to be taking less!” Your bike swerved dangerously as you jerked the handlebars in irritation, the wheels of your bike scraping the nearest curb and leaving a white mark, which only made you curse the girl on the end of the line even more.

“Please, please, please. We’re friends, I’ll owe you. Add it to my debt”

“You always owe me.” You reminded, smiling slightly at her scoff. “Look fine, whatever. But if my little eyes see anything that means trouble, I’m gone.”

“He's cool, you’ll like him.”

“Mhm.”

“You said people don’t intimidate you.”

“They don’t. However, I ain’t getting into trouble for your dumbass. In and out, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Send me the details then.” Your phone buzzed against your ear, “And I ain’t picking up nothing a-list!”

“You’re the best.” A beep let you know the line had been killed, and with a long needed roll of your eyes, you slotted the phone into its trusted stand and followed the directions given.

“The things I do.” You ended up cycling to a store you had gone past many times, normally when you were with Rue. She’d always said she was buying you snacks for keeping her company, and you never complained because free food was free food. Next time you’ll complain.

You pulled the bike up outside the shop and balanced it against the window, slinging your helmet over the handle bars and patting down any residue of helmet hair.

The shop was deserted inside, aside from a young boy, whose eyes were on you as soon as you entered the shop. If this kid was the security, they should install a camera or two.

“Can I help you?”

“Can you?” He retorted, and you huffed in amusement, sliding between the aisles to find yourself a snack to have when you were studying.

“Just here for some snacks, and a special pick up.” The boy appeared from beyond the shelf, and you locked eyes again. Maybe he was perfect for security.

“What kind of special pick up?”

“Well, isn’t this excellent customer service.” His eyes narrowed as you slid off a box of pop-tarts from the shelf with a smile.

“Ash, whose there?” A deeper raspy voice called from the backroom and you perked up, it sounded familiar enough that you could have heard it in passing.

“Some girl.”

“Y/n.” You supplied doubting the boy cared, but he regarded you with a solid nod when you pulled out far too much money for pop-tarts. “Now, you know someone called Rue?”

“What do you want with Rue?” A young man appeared from the backroom, his hair had been shaved down into a buzz cut and his words were sluggish as if still trying to find each other to form a sentence as they left his mouth.

He must be the local Rue was on about.

“More what she wants with me. Something about a pickup?” Neither one of the, who you assumed brothers, moved. With gritted teeth you unlocked your phone and flashed them the messages from Rue as proof. “Look I got money, I’m not causing trouble.”

“Ash.” Ash seemed to understand the command, and disappeared in the direction the young man had come from.

“What’s your name.”

“I already said.” He stared and you stared back, before clearing your throat and lifting the pop-tarts up. “Y/n. Can I buy these… Please?” His lips quirked slightly, and you felt your skin prick with embarrassment. Why did you phrase that as a question? Were all dealers this hot? No, no, these thoughts did not revolve around the plan.

Get Rue drugs she shouldn’t have, eat pop-tarts whilst consumed in the guilt you gave Rue drugs she shouldn’t have, do homework.

That was the plan.

“Never seen you before.” He moved passed you, and you couldn’t help but tilt your chin up to let him know his height didn’t intimidate you.

“Never been around here.”

“Yeh, you don’t got that type.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, sliding the pop-tarts across the counter so he could check the price.

“You don’t do drugs.” You blinked not expecting such a blunt answer, and felt yourself shrugging.

“Doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Drugs appeal to all kids here.”

“I’ve seen what it does.” You mumbled, and when his motions stopped you glanced up not expecting the softness of his eyes.

“I’m sorry about Rue.”

“Yeh, no. She’s fine, she’s just getting back out there. She’s controlled now.” You doubted each word that came out of your mouth, and cleared your throat again as you reached for the pop-tarts and slid across the right amount of bills having bought them from other shops multiple times before.

“You believe her.”

“Fuck no.” You slapped a hand over your mouth, releasing it when he looked amused. “You cannot tell her I said that.”

“Won’t.”

“Pinky swear it?” You held out your pinky, and for a minute you thought he’d leave you hanging. Yet he locked his larger pinky with yours, totally serious about the matter which caused you to restrain a smile.

“Pinky swear.” As you were closer you could see his eyes better. They were sleepy and round, the kind of eyes that had been softened from drugs and a good heart. Or, that could have been what you wanted to believe he head, you wanted to believe that anyone could have a good heart no matter what their occupation was.

“Sorry, what was your name?”

“Fezco.”

“Fezco, and I always thought you were Rue’s study partner.”

“Her study partner?”

“Long story, bad joke.”

“Got it.” Fezco’s brother had come back with a wrapped parcel and you took it with delicate hands, leaving a neat roll of bills on the counter. Both the boys looked surprised, and you just shrugged sheepishly. “Most efficient way to stack, I earn money through waitressing. Which reminds me, could you tell Rue that if she comes by she owes me money. Can you cut her off if she hasn’t paid me by that time.”

“Come round and let me know when it’s paid off then.” Fezco said, and you stacked the boxes on top of each other, faltering slightly at the wording.

“Yeh, yeh ok.” You smiled, composing yourself. “It’s always nice to befriend the locals.” You moved for the door giving a thank you to Ash who nodded in reply, perhaps he was a selective mute who opposed to school; since school is where he should be, right now.

“Y/n.” You craned your neck with one foot out the door, wanting to see what the local dealer wanted.

“Yes?”

“See you around.” Your smile strained the muscles in your cheeks as you ducked out the shop before he could see, and as you cycled home you willed for one thing…

That Rue paid off her debts to you as quick as possible.

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[wolfofwritingstreet]

now I have to ask, does silco actually care for lucky or is she just useful to him or is it typical silco complexity where there's a little of both?

FROM LUCKY SECOND SERIES: PART ONE + PART TWO

Hmmm, complex question.

I personally do not believe that Silco is a good person, nor do I think he is an excellent dad. I think he sees lucky as a symbol to use as a means to bring people in, and to balance out Jinx's chaos. In my eyes his care for Jinx exceeds that of Lucky, but as he is clever he knows that Lucky is needed in his plans. But, she is also more resistant to his manipulation, and that is why he enforces the feelings of being alone constantly until he can get her to the state that Jinx is in.

So, yes. Typical Silco complexity. I am a fan of the complexity surrounding his character, but not of him. Sorry Silco simps.

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[wolfofwritingstreet]

Hello can I request headcanons for Ekko x reader where Ekko wakes up from a nightmare then reaches across the bed for his s/o only to find that they’re not there and starts getting worried thinking they left him or something bad happened to them but reader actually left to get some water? Thank you! (I had to resend this request because I think Tumblr glitched when I tried to send it the first time, so sorry if you ended up receiving the same request from me twice!)

Echo in the night

Prompt: All in request, go anon.

Tone: Light angst + Cute

Warnings: None

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: Do not fear anon it only came through once! I hope you enjoy these short little head canon story thingy, it was cool/sad to delve into the fact that Ekko probably has a lot of nightmares about the people he lost. So, I hope this is up to your taste. Thank you for the request!

I don't have much to say today, which is shocking I know. All I feel now is dread for school. My requests are open if you check out my open fandoms on my master list, so feel free to send a lil something something. I will be with you in spirit for this school/work week depending on you are, good luck all 128 of you. <3

When Ekko woke up he was sweating and breathing heavily.

He’d had another nightmare about a firefly.

Another fallen friend that he wasn’t able to save.

When he feels to the side for your comfort he is left clutching at empty sheets.

The emptiness sets off every nerve in his body and he bolts upright searching the room.

When he finds the room empty as well he is out the door as quick as a bolt of lightning.

Could your argument the two of you had in the morning be the breaking point of your relationship?

You’d been worried about him and he’d obnoxiously brushed you off, leaving you to storm out the room cursing his whole being to the ground.

Was it possible you hadn’t heard his apologie when he slid back into bed beside you?

Now he was frantically checking all the rooms to make sure you were safe, each one that was empty made his stomach curl even tighter.

He decided to call for you, again and again, trying to keep his voice quiet so he didn’t disrupt anyone outside and cause havoc.

You hearing your name being called from somewhere in the house, leave the kitchen to go and see what was wrong.

The glass in your hand is half full of water, having been the reason you had woken up in the first place.

You always got parched in the sticky summer nights.

When Ekko spots you standing in the corridor with a questioning face, he practically runs to you before holding you tightly.

You say nothing as he whispers things to you.

How he’s sorry, that he thought you left or got hurt, how he thought he wasn’t able to save you like the others.

You hold his head with your free hand, cradling it until he finally relaxes out of his adrenaline filled state.

When he gives you time to speak you hold up your glass of water with a small smile, and he gives a sheepish grin at the obvious reason you weren’t with him when he woke up.

Of course you’d heard his apology when he came into bed.

It was what you had stayed up to hear, and you would have turned around to say it back but the boy had fallen asleep straight away.

You offer him the last of your water and he gulps it down, leaving the glass on a random cabinet.

He wraps his arms back around you and rests his chin on your head, forcing the two of you to commit to a slow shuffle back to the bedroom.

When you finally get back in bed he holds you in a tighter grip, apologising again.

This time he stays awake long enough for you to kiss his nose and say it back to him.

Now the two of you fall asleep in content, knowing the other could sleep in as much peace as one could find during these times.

Ekko’s nightmare didn’t come again.

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[wolfofwritingstreet]

hi, if you wouldn't mind could you write a jinx x gn reader who has heterochromia, it can be whatever you feel more comfortable writing (like short story or head canons etc.) thanks -🪨

MAKES ME PURPLE

Prompt: Jinx has always been fascinated with your eyes.

Tone: Cute + Gentle

Warnings: None

Word count: 0.2k

A/N: Cheeky post on Saturday to make the gals go wild. This is my first ever posted head canon so that was very exciting, and refreshing on my brain. I hope you enjoy these head canons, and as always thank you for my request anon rock.

I've been working on my original book, so hopefully we get to a place in the future where I can take you guys along with me for that journey. However, for now I will keep posting your requests as long as you guys keep validating me. Keep marching on all 123 of you <3

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JINX X GN!READER

HEAD CANONS

The first time Jinx saw your eyes she couldn’t get over that you had been born with them.

She constantly tried to catch you out that they were fake, until you fished out a childhood picture to prove they were real.

When she finally does believe you she gets very excited and grabs your face to inspect them. With no respect for your boundaries what so ever.

Makes you wear an eyepatch to prank other people in the Last Drop.

Kisses you extra hard when the prank goes well and you leave someone feeling very confused.

Has a habit of giving you gifts consisting of two different colours.

Stars incorporating purple into her drawings.

When she’s on top of you she likes to hide one of your eyes with her palm, and then alternate between the two.

Constantly brags about your rare heterochromia to strangers.

Can’t say heterochromia for her life.

Says that your pink eye reminds her of someone she was close to.

Stares into your eyes when she is panicking and says they help her calm down.

Says that if you were a colour you’d be purple.

Threatens anyone that stares too long or looks too shock when they first see your eyes.

Says nobody’s eyes are as cool as yours and never will be.

Loves everything about you to the moon and back.

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