#Main: ~Trickster's Kisses~

[petals-of-a-heart-moasic]

“I AM BACK! WHAT DID I MISS DURING MY TRAINING ARC!?!”

[mintyys-blog]

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

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MAIN MARK GRAYSON:

RAGE — fluff

you become possessed by the red lantern ring— all of your rage, anger and emotions transformed you into something else. However, mark never gave up on you. (Red Lantern! Reader)

SOFT SPOT — fluff

Mark Grayson falls for a strong, chakra-powered hero. After battle, they share a tender moment where love softens her strength. (Sakara! Reader)

BLISS — fluff

you discover your boyfriend is invincible.

SAFE WORD — fluff

when you and mark attempt to get intimate, something inside you twists and you have to use the safe word. he comforts your doubts, and honouring your choice.

MY BOO — fluff

In which mark has an s/o similar to danny phantom (danny phantom! reader)

SUPER LOVE — fluff

in which mark falls in love with shy! super girl! reader.

LOVE POTION — fluff

When Mark is hit with a love potion during a mission, he turns all his attention (and affection) toward you—for the next twenty-four hours. You’re the only one who can reverse the spell… but he keeps asking for just one kiss. (Dr. Strange! Reader)

MOMENTS WITH Y/N — fluff

in which Y/N, a alien from another world must navigate Earth with the help of her two friends, Eve and Mark (starfire! reader)

TRUST — fluff/angst

you have been through hell, but you try to recover from the old scars— however one night it becomes too much. (Lapis! Reader)

ANOMALY — angst

after finding out you weren’t from his universe, mark doesn’t care— he loves you and he will do anything to keep you.

BAD LUCK CHARM — fluff/angst with happy ending

you’re just a jinx, just bad luck. It was your whole identity— but now with Mark you’re not so sure. (Jinx! Reader)

I DIDNT KNOW — smut/ angst

when sinister mark impersonates your boyfriend— you are none the wiser. However when the real mark shows up, you’ve realized your mistake.

PRETTY PLEASE — smut

your boyfriend mark is horny, and you are more then willing to satisfy him. (Soft Dom! Reader)

MINE TO TAKE — smut

You’ve been with Mark for a while, but lately, your friendship with a certain guy has been getting under his skin. When jealousy finally tips him over the edge, Mark shows you exactly who you belong to.

BETTER DIE HAPPY — smut

In which mark realizes that his girlfriend is a complete sexual freak.

NOT YOURS — romance

when an invincible variant tries to kidnap you because he lost his version of you— you show him how different you are. (kryptonian! reader) 

TRICKSTER — romance

multiple scenarios of milk shadow cookie! reader with the variants. (shadow milk cookie! reader)

THUNDERSTRUCK — fluff

Y/N, with the power to control the weather, meets Mark Grayson (Invincible) during a battle. As they grow closer, their bond deepens into a trusting relationship. With Mark’s support, Y/N learns to overcome her fears, and together, they face the challenges of both love and battle. (Storm! Reader)

FROSTBITE — forbidden romance / smut

He knew she was off-limits. That only made her colder touch burn hotter. (Emma Frost! Reader)

BEND THE RULES — romance

you didn’t mean to meet mark, you never did. But you become attached to the young man. (Doctor Strange! Reader)

LOCK & LOAD LOVER BOY — romance

In the Invincible War, a devil-powered reader wipes out Mark variants and reunites with her injured Mark, fighting beside him as an unstoppable duo. (Dante! Reader)

MORE THEN JUST BUSINESS — romance

Y/N, an aspiring real estate agent, learns from Debbie Grayson while growing closer to her son, Mark. As she pursues her dream, she discovers unexpected connections along the way. (Main! Mark Grayson)

GROUNDED — fluff

after she loses her memory, Mark does his best to help her in any way he can. Then, the invincible war starts. (Terra! Reader)

CALM BEFORE THE STORM — romance

PART TWO

you notice marks stress, and being an empath— you wish to help him. Eve worries that her boyfriend is cheating on her, but you invite her to the meditation sessions. She visits often to the point she sees Y/N as a friend, only she didn’t realize how wrong she was. (Raven! Reader)

COMFORT — fluff

you are spending time on the roof of some building when mark joins you, you two talk and the world feels lighter. (Raven! Reader)

MASK — romance?

you and invincible have been going at it for years— being on opposite sides of the battle field. (Bane! Reader)

GET JINXED — angst

Mark’s childhood friend Y/N was taken by the GDA after a lab accident. A year later, she escaped as Jinx, believing she brings ruin to everyone she loves. (Jinx! Reader)

UNDRESSED — angst

PART TWO. PART THREE. PART FOUR. PART FIVE.

PART SIX (FINAL)

after mark breaks up with you, you go on a downward spiral. (main! Mark Grayson)

MOHAWK! MARK

BETTER — romance.

A sadistic Mark variant from another world claims you were his—and he’s here to make it true. (Mohawk! Mark Grayson)

JUST LIKE OLD TIMES — romance

After their encounter, Mark tenderly cares for the reader, but the underlying tension reveals a twisted dynamic (Mohawk! Mark Grayson)

BENT FOR A KING — smut

you and your boyfriend decide to have some fun on a roof top. (Mohawk! Mark Grayson)

SINISTER! MARK

LOVE SICK — smut / dark romance

when mark leaves, you beg him to stay— but he doesn’t listen. The promise of more power overcoming her voice of reason. When you finally see him again— he reminds you how much he missed you.

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR — dark romance / smut

you’ve always had a crush on Mark Grayson, but he was dating your best friend— plus he had no interest in you. One night you make a wish, to have Mark all to yourself. (Sinister! Mark Grayson)

ZATANNA! READER — dark romance

with the powers of zatanna from DC you take on a alternate version of your boyfriend— however it doesn’t end well. (zatanna! reader)

ANYWHERE TO SEE YOU — dark romance / smut

PART TWO PART THREE.

SPIN OFF

your husband died, your daughter died— so what do you decide to do? Travel to a different dimension and hope to rebuild your old life. However— you went to the wrong one. (Sinister! Mark Grayson)

TASTE — smut

your period just started, you don’t even get the chance to tell your boyfriend before he pounced on you, saying how delicious you smell, he must have a taste. (Sinister! Mark)

SOAP — smut

you are his, not his girlfriend and far from being his wife— just his. A toy for him, a wet hole let his frustrations out on. You try to change that but it doesn’t end well. (Sinister! Mark)

BALD! MARK / HEAD CAP INVINCIBLE

NOT MY WORLD — dark romance / smut

after touching something you weren’t supposed to, you were accidentally teleported to a different dimension. One where Mark is far from being a super hero. (Bald! Mark Grayson/ Head Cap invincible)

VILTRUM! MARK

CLAIMED BY A VILTRUMITE — dark romance/ smut

PART TWO PART THREE HEADCANNON

after being taken by mark, you are forced to become his. (Viltrum! Mark Grayson)

NOTHING MORE — smut

after having a tense argument with your husband, he finally proves how much he loves you.

EVERY UNIVERSE — dark romance

PART TWO SPIN OFF

after his wife dies in child birth, mark falls into a depression, doing his best to raise his son— but he missed his wife. so when Angstrom presented the idea of him having her back, he took it in a heart beat. Even if the world must be destroyed to let it happen. (Viltrum! Mark Grayson)

UTTER CHAOS — dark romance

PART TWO PART THREE.

you help mark during the invincible war, but one variant has his sights on you— and wishes to take you back with him. However you aren’t going down without a fight (scarlet witch! reader)

SCARLET WITCH — angst

when a alternate version of your husband breaks into your home, your first instinct is to kill him, however as soon as his eyes set on your children— sadness fills his eyes. (scarlet witch! reader)

LOVE YOU FOREVER — romance

hundreds of years have passed since his wife had died, missing her he decided to visit earth. however he sets his eyes on a woman— who happens to be his wife reincarnated. (Viltrumite! Mark Grayson) 

A VILTRUMITES OBSESSION — dark romance

you are the leader of the rebels, those againist the viltrum empire, however, the prince of the empire mark grayson has his sights on you— and won’t stop until your his. (rebel! Reader)

REBEL — romance

Mark takes a powerful human back to Viltrum, expecting obedience. Instead, they rebel through art, music, and emotion—confusing the Viltrumites and awakening something unexpected in Mark.

FAILED — angst

PART TWO

after the Viltrumites take over earth, you are forced to fight him— however it does not end well for you.

SHEISTY! MARK

INTERVIEW — dark romance

being a writer who is struggling in your career, you make a big breakthrough when you get the opportunity to interview invincible! only you learn soon after he isn’t the invincible you know. (Sheisty! Mark Grayson)

FULL MASK! MARK

WITH ME — dark romance

he lost his version of you and his mother, and he now has the opportunity to bring you both back. (Full Mask! Mark Grayson)

RAVEN! READER — dark romance

with the powers of raven from DC you take on a alternate version of your boyfriend— however it doesn’t end well. (raven! reader)

SCARLET WITCH — angst

when a alternate version of your husband breaks into your home, your first instinct is to kill him, however as soon as his eyes set on your children— sadness fills his eyes. (scarlet witch! reader)

OMNI MARK

JUST ASK — romance

when omni marks wife, Y/N, starts having baby fever she is embarrassed to tell her husband— but he gives her what she wants, another child. (Wife! Reader)

SCARLET WITCH — angst

when a alternate version of your husband breaks into your home, your first instinct is to kill him, however as soon as his eyes set on your children— sadness fills his eyes. (scarlet witch! reader)

PRISONER MARK

DIFFERENT — smut

it’s been over a year since your boyfriend was taken away, a lot has changed— such as the rule of the viltrumites. But when your boyfriend returns.. he is different

FORBIDDEN — romance

you work at the viltrumite prison, and make the mistake of falling in love with an inmate. (Viltrumite! Reader)

BABY — smut

you’re pregnant with his child, the world has been conquered by the viltrumite empire. Mark escaped from viltrumite prison— so you both need to be careful not to be caught. (Pregnant! Reader)

MAIN VARIANTS:

HEADCANON — when you spare someone

HEADCANON — how they give aftercare

HEADCANON — how they react to you reading smut

HEADCANON — they react to you being unhinged

HEADCANON — when you are a sex freak

HEADCANONS — S/O who is like st. trina

HEADCANONS — baytonetta! reader

HEADCANONS — crona! reader

HEADCANONS — all might! reader

HEADCANONS — ladynoire! reader

HEADCANON — miss fortune! reader (from skull girls)

HEADCANON — star sapphire! reader

HEADCANON — mami tomoe! reader

HEADCANON — makima! reader

HEADCANON — arlecchino! reader

HEADCANON — mark variants and how they deal with a sex ban

HEADCANON — mark variants with s/o who is mystic flour cookie

HEADCANON — lady nagant! reader

HEADCANON — sindel! reader

HEADCANON — half ghoul! reader

HEADCANON — focalor! reader

HEADCANON — vampire! reader

HEADCANON — dr. strange! reader

HEADCANON — danny phantom! reader

HEADCANON — hinata! reader

SERIES LIST

SCREAM FOR ME — mark variants x reader

[winxanity-ii]

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Sorry, not an update, but I'll try to keep this short...

I just wanted to take a second to speak directly and honestly with y'all after posting that last chapter (CHAPTER 42.5: WRATH WEARS MANY FACES). I've been seeing a few responses that, while valid in feeling, have also reminded me why I normally don't look at comments after publishing something heavy.

Let me be clear: I know this chapter was a lot. It was violent. It was cruel. It was painful. That was intentional.

This isn't fluff. This isn't comfort every chapter. This is a mythos-based story, rooted in ancient violence, power imbalance, and divine wrath.

I'm not here writing gore for fun or romanticizing harm—but I am writing a story where gods and mortals alike are capable of monstrous things, especially when they feel justified.

Chapter 42.5 was especially meant to remind you who Apollo, Hermes, and Telemachus really are—how close they sit to the divine cruelty of Olympus. I love them, yes. They're soft to MC, yes. But they are not soft to the world and those they deem unimportant/useless. That contrast is what makes their tenderness meaningful.

And I've hidden Hermes' darker side behind jokes long enough. Some of y'all forgot he's a god, and a trickster, and someone with centuries of blood under his belt. There's nothing squeaky clean about him.

If the chapter bothered you—I understand. It's not meant to sit easy. And for those of you who felt empathy for Melanion, or said this felt too much... I respect your reactions. Seriously. You're allowed to feel conflicted. That's what good storytelling should do.

But what isn't okay is the passive-aggressive commentary about my choices as a writer. I've been transparent from the beginning: this fic isn't some wholesome, "MC gets babied 24/7" kind of tale. It's a dark, myth-heavy journey with stakes and consequences. You don't get a kiss in Chapter 2 here. You had to wait because the world I'm building doesn't hand out softness that easily.

And I can't help but find it a bit hypocritical how some folks cheer for Andreia to die, but pity the man who murdered MC in cold blood. Y'all got mad at her for emotional cruelty, but want grace for someone who left them bleeding in an alley? We must not have grown up reading the same myths lol.

I'm not saying you can't critique or feel strongly. You're welcome to disagree. To feel things deeply. That's human. But don't twist the space/story I've created into something it was never meant to be. This isn't an Epic Musical fluff AU (hence the note of not needing to actually know about it). This is Olympus. This is blood-soaked marble. This is war, consequence, and love wrapped in power dynamics. I've made that plenty clear with me writing out the suitors carnage in chapter 6 instead of summarizing it.

And I say this with love but also honesty: if my content, tone, or direction rubs you the wrong way, it's okay to step away. Truly. I'll never beg anyone to read something outside their comfort zone.

Also—and this might be petty but I'm adding it here anyway—I'm even more annoyed because I had to spoil a big MC-related moment to my own sister. 😭

We promised to treat each other as authors, only editing each other's chapters once we’d both read them fully. That was the deal. But she noticed I was acting off and pushed me about it—kept asking what was wrong and finally told me to just rant before it ate me alive. So I did.

And man, I'm a damn blabbermouth because once I started venting, it all spilled out. Do you know how hard it was keeping a main plot twist from her? Only to have to reveal it because sister issues come first?? 😭💀

But yeah, back to being serious, this is my second serious fic, one where I'm trying to do something I can look back on and be like 'Xani, you ate that up fr.' And if that means I have to block people who threaten the joy or safety of my creative space?

Then so be it—rejection sensitivity or not.

That being said, I'm taking a real break from updating. I know I said I was taking a break after the last chapter, but the truth is, I was just trying to pace myself and stay ahead without losing momentum...but now I mean it—for real. I think I need an actual one to cool off and not spiral.

And yeah... maybe this rant feels a little intense or childish to some of y'all, but I needed to say it or I was just gonna end up doing something impulsive that I'd end up regretting later.

To those of you who do get it, who read carefully and trust the process—thank you. Deeply.

I'll see y'all soon 🖤

—Xani

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[perseidlion]

So there's this character in Dead Boy Detectives.

He's:

Attractive

Flirts shamelessly with Edwin

Makes physical advances toward Edwin

Makes Charles jealous and "gets in the way of the main ship"

Is of indeterminate age but is possibly decades or centuries old

Can transform into an animal.

And it's this guy:

AND YET I have never seen any discourse calling Monty a creep and a predator.

Unlike The Cat King, he even kissed Edwin suddenly and without explicit consent. He also lied, manipulated and betrayed all of them and nearly got them killed. Yes, he said he didn't know Esther was planning on destroying them. But c'mon, it's Esther.

Somehow though, the fandom vilifies The Cat King more than Monty. I think the reason why is worth a long, hard look in the mirror.

The biggest difference between the two is TCK's sexual nature and his in-your-face queerness. Those are two things that have been historically vilified and othered about gay/queer men.

Even these days, through the whole "no kink at pride" discourse, this argument continues through respectability politics.

Simply put, a short little twink with a crush is a non-threatening gay man, while TCK with his overt sensuality and gender non-conforming clothing represents a threat. Monty's advances are seen as cute, while TCK's are predatory, even though Monty propositioned Edwin with a kiss as surely as TCK overtly propositioned him.

If TCK's sexually-charged flirting bothered you in a way that Monty's advances didn't (despite the fact the audience knew that at least at first, Monty's advances were a big old lie) ask yourself why that is. The reason is probably that you were taught to fear and vilify overt displays of queer sexuality . Even queer people need to unlearn this particular bias.

And just to cover all the bases, I will shout again that The Cat King is a fae/trickster and that Edwin's punishment was proportionate in that context. Edwin used magic and confined a creature he knew to be as intelligent as a human and was punished for it with a very long leash and a (totally doable) task. It was a task designed to make Edwin see the cats as individuals instead of tools to help him close a case. The sort of fiction that DBD has its roots in (and the source material) is full of these sort of eye-for-an-eye type of punishments with magical creatures.

Just to be clear, I don't think we should be vilifying Monty, either. You can't 1:1 fictional scenarios onto real life and apply our standards of morality to them, especially not in a setting with man-eating mushrooms, ghosts, and transforming animals. All the conflict these two characters brought to the plot was necessary. If everyone acted with perfect morality all the time, fiction would be incredibly boring.

And IF you did apply RL standards to fiction, you would have to acknowledge that Edwin's crime of binding and forcing a fully sentient being to give him information violated just as much consent as TCK putting that bracelet on Edwin. And that Monty was just as "predatory" as The Cat King, if not more so. The Cat King, at least, never lied to Edwin, while everything about Monty was a lie from the start.

[zxmbiie-luv]

100% down to see the smutty version!!! loved what u wrote btw :)

-🛩️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hermes (Hades game II) smutty headcanons ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n — welcome back pooks!! Tysm!! I litrly finished that in a train ride after manga comic con lol Also u r doing serious damage to me requesting one of my mains who I would dick down anyday /silly

— switch,,, maybe sub-leaning? It doesn't really bother him when someone tries to pick on him with the fact, but if you're handling him, he gets a little coy.

— he has a big sex drive and stamina. It's not to a degree when he needs you every hour, but at least a day maybe. He can wait when you're not in the mood, though.

— y'know his soft, long hair? Yeah, pull it. Whenever you wanna kiss him from behind or tilt his head back so you can paint his neck with purples and reds, he'll love it.

— if you push him enough to cry, be it from overstimulation or edging, he gets really whiny. Blabbering nonsense and his breathing hitching at a certain movement or change. You could always shove your fingers down his mouth to shut him up.

— seeing as he's a trickster, he sometimes is a brat. Giving you extra sass, teasing you then denying you, telling you he doesn't feel anything- he lives for talking shit until your patience comes to an end.

— this is self-indulgent, feel free to ignore this, but I have something for his thighs. He lets out a mix of a groan and moan if you bite down on them, gets red once he sees the marks on his thighs after your fuck sessions.

— gets on his knees, whenever he's sucking you off or eating you out. You forget that's a literal god on you, but his tongue sure is godly.

— since he is a switch, and we talked about him subbing, let's talk about him domming.

— hungry, hungry little freak. Needs his hands and mouth on you at all times while he fucks you senseless.

— can go both soft and rough, depending on how he feels. He'll kiss you gently and softly, then go and thrust into you so harshly, you'd think he wants to bruise your insides.

— it's a rare occurrence you give him head, since he focuses on you the most, but always ends up loving it. Hand on your head as he tries not to grip your hair in excitement, but the way he's slightly pushing you back and forth, it almost feels like he's fucking your face.

— can be mean if you choose to be a brat or when he feels like it. Edge you, degrade you, he knows how to get you pouting.

"Aw, bunny, really getting off to this? And I thought you were so capable of taking care of yourself.. Shameful, really. Don't worry, I don't mind, you look sweet for the taking."

— calls you "bunny", for seemingly no reason. It's like chasing a rabbit that is you, finally catching you by the ears.

This also applies when he subs, and it's ironic, when he's the one getting fucked like one.

this is rightfully my work, @zxmbiie-luv

Do not steal, translate, repost ect

Reblogs and likes welcome!!

(I also forgot to add the nickname to the previous headcanons,,, woopsie)

[beah388love]

You get Lost…

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Daddy!Loki x Little!Reader

Summary: you get lost…

Warnings: crying,lost,swearing,bad language,dark room,age regression!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was walking around the palace until you saw an entrance way you had never noticed before..

You walked through curiously and automatically got lost as you looked back and there was four other entrances.

You panicked and walked in a random direction hoping for the best.

You saw a door that looked familiar and pulled it open walking in, but when you saw it was an empty dark room you panicked and tried to leave but the door locked.

You panicked and began pulling down in the door repeatedly as you cried.

“No! Daddy?!” You screamed through a sob when you looked back at the pitch dark room.

You cornered yourself in the corner of the door and sobbed.

Trying to keep your eyes focused on the dark abyss but your tears kept blurring your vision.

“Daddy…” you choked through cries and held your heart when you began panting. You felt like you was about to have a panic attack.

You absolutely hated the dark it was one of your biggest fears.

You always slept with a nightlight or Loki would magic a soft light portray of sheep on the ceiling, as they were being counted to help you fall asleep.

So this was your worst nightmare.

———

“Where is my angel?” Loki asked one of the servants and he shook his head “I don’t know sir”

“I last saw her in the main hall” he said as he thought.

Loki nodded as he walked to the hall and looked around for you but you was nowhere to be found, he was starting to get worried.

Usually he would hear giggling or your little feet tapping on the ground but he heard nothing.

He looked around the whole palace and found nothing.

He was swearing to himself as he quickly walked through the same hall again and bumped into Thor.

“Loki..are you okay?” Thor asked when he saw lokis panicked face.

“I can’t find y/n! I’ve checked the whole palace!” Loki panicked as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’ll help you” Thor said and they both looked around together until, Loki saw the storage room entrance and his eyes widened.

You had never been in there before…maybe you didn’t go in there?

He shook his head and walked in there anyway just in case.

And that’s when he heard it.

Your sobs.

“Fuck! Angel I’m coming!” Loki said loudly as he ran towards the door he could hear you from.

He tried to open the door but swore to himself when it didn’t open.

“Shit!” He swore as he let go of the handle

He used his magic to quickly form a key and unlocked the door, you sobbed as you looked up at him.

“Daddy!” You cried and he sighed in relief as he instantly wrapped his arms around you.

“Shh,shh…daddy’s here” he whispered into your ear softly as he stroked his hand up and down your back.

He took you out of the pitch black room and shut the door again.

“is dark-“ you cried into his neck and he kissed you on the head stroking your hair.

“It’s okay…it’s okay angel..it’s not dark anymore” Loki reassured you but you still cried, trying to catch your breath properly.

“I’m so sorry angel…” Loki said into your hair softly.

“It’s okay now…”

“No more dark” you said and he nodded

“No more dark” he repeated as your cries died down.

You hesitantly looked up from his shoulder at the light room.

You looked at him through your wet eyelashes.

Loki felt so bad when he saw your face fully.

Your cheeks and eyes were puffy from crying, eyelashes wet, eyes red and you had tear streaks down your face.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead “I’m so sorry angel..I’m so sorry” he whispered and you nodded

“I-is scary” you stammered and he nodded

“I know…you’re so brave..I’m sorry” he said and you nodded nuzzling your face back into his neck.

“Why was you down here angel?” Loki asked you and you pouted.

��Curious” you mumbled but he heard and he laughed.

“You’re my little trickster aren’t you?” He chuckled making you giggle with a nod.

“Loki? Did you find her?” Thor asked as he walked into the hall to see you in his arms on the floor.

“Is she okay?” He asked and Loki nodded.

Loki stood up with you, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll tell you later…let’s go have some food” Loki said to Thor when he felt your stomach rumble.

[avocado-writing]

Would you do hcs for the main companions + tiefling boys with a changeling tav? Like tav shifts their appearance all the time and they learn how to recognize them in any form and how they would react to seeing tav in their true changeling form 😢

hello lovely! I wrote something not too dissimilar to this about a Tav who finally shows their face to their SO here - a bit of a different premise but I’m not sure what I could write for this that wouldn’t just be a copy of what I did there?

However I will add how the ladies react!

Shadowheart understands the need to hide your true self, being a cleric of the trickster domain. She doesn’t say much when she sees your visage, maybe a soft little reassurance that she thinks you’re quite beautiful, a squeeze of your hand in hers. When you share a bedroll that night, she kisses every inch of your face.

Karlach can’t stop staring, wide eyed and opened mouth. You ask her why she’s doing that, and she’s all, “THAT’S what you really look like? You’re so much better than I imagined!” and you feel your cheeks go hot because, well, she’s imagined you? She takes your face in her hands and looks you over, smitten, commenting on every feature. You feel like a work of art under her.

Lae’zel can tell that this is a heavy moment, but can’t quite find the words to let you know that she appreciates you sharing it with her. Instead she sits heavily by your side and tells you, “your face is… nice.” It’s a stumbling compliment but sincere and you smile, thanking her. She blushes.

Minthara studies you at length before muttering “remarkable” under her breath, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. She doesn’t speak much more on the matter but you can tell from the way she glances when you think she isn’t looking that she’s smitten.

[simplydannie]

Strobe Rageons || Goyle Rageons || Under Rageous || Montegue- Under Rageous

In continued collaboration with @fairytypingg and @kais-va! Also taking some context and reference from Greek Mythology of the actual Gorgon:

From our joyous little noodle haired Rageons, comes the “danger noodle” haired Gorgen.

With a simple letter change to the name, we have Gorgen Rageons, the things of legend in the world of Under Rageous. If they have a version of the Victorian Era in Mount Rageous, why not have Mythology tales within the under-city? They say their ancestors were “kissed by the gorgons”, them trying to explain their unnatural appearance and mutation. Gorgens are cunning by nature, alluring too with the beautiful patterns they develop in their hair (similar to how snakes have patterns on their scales).

Their hair is completely controlled by their feelings and emotions, often times responding to a Gorgens intrusive thoughts. Though, often times it appears each serpent within their head has its own individual personality. They are able to stretch and extend their hair a number of feet, allowing them to grasp anything in reach.

While Strobes are the hierarchy of Under Rageous, Goyles are the bronze, Gorgens are the tricksters, ironically, the negotiators. Their ability to petrify terrified many, so why argue with a Gorgen? You also want to get on a Gorgens good side because their blood is known to heal friends but harm their enemies. Which is why many mafia gangs within the under-city tend to keep a Gorgen ally…. All except Succubi Rageons of course.

It is rumored that a Gorgen was at the house of Vaughn Montegue the day his wife was murdered. It was discovered that her cause of death was the poisoning of Gorgen blood through an open wound.…

Though they have a fear of Strobes since they have an hypnotic effect over Rageons… their main fear is Succubi Rageons since their ability to petrify does NOT affect Succubi at all.

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“Hello Rook! I've noticed something off in my nights at Ramshackle. Past a certain hour it seems like there are eyes on back tracking my movements. My intuition rarely falters but I need a second opinion. What would you do in the event you heard the rustling of a curtain or the snap of a branch while you were in bed. As a hunter I'd imagine your perception is out of this world. Tell me do you think this is some predator?” With [Rook Hunt]

tw: hints at stalking, manipulation

Rook turns his head towards you with a cheeky grin, no longer so fascinated with the mushrooms that a certain eel grew in the botanical gardens.

The hunter simply chuckles as if your statement was but a simple joke. “You’re way more observant than I give you credit for trickster, truly magnificent! My, it’s only becoming for someone such as yourself.” He takes your hand on his own, placing a kiss on top of it. “The gesture of kissing one’s hand has been affiliated mainly with respect since olden times. fufu… But just as words hold different meanings, gestures can convey several messages,” He then starts gently caressing your hand, careful as if he’d break you if he applied too much force. “-politenesses, courtesy, devotion, admiration…” He pauses for a moment before he suddenly gasps as he lets go of your hand, still being gentle. “My sincerest apologies mon Trickster, but I have run out of time.” He frowns before dramatically placing a hand where his heart was. “I must return to the dorm as I have matters to deal with..” Within a matter of seconds, he’s completely out of your sight. He doesn’t bother to assist you, unlike his usual self who would come running across dorms to help you with a minor task. It makes you suspicious of him, but you dare not question someone’s morals, especially if that someone has been of plenty help to you.

Although it may have been better for you to remain suspicious of him. Maybe then you would have noticed the unique magic of his, that was caste on you.

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Could you do inexperienced Aemond with an experienced partner

Teaching A Dragon New Tricks

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.2k+

About: You and Prince Aemond have been giving each other eyes for some time now, and he finally makes the first move. After that, you feel comfortable showing him a few things. His drive for knowledge extends beyond books.

Includes: Aemond being a cute noobie (nerd), having an awakening to the magic of women, and explicit sexual content! Featuring male masturbation, vaginal fingering, and fem receiving oral.

Note: Hello lovely reader! My first ever request ahhhhh! This was seriously so much fun to think about and write. It's my first time writing this dynamic. I hope I did your request justice! As always, please enjoy! ♥

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The first time Aemond kissed you he almost missed your lips. That’s not how any prince in the storybooks acted – they always knew how to make pretty maidens swoon. 

Surely Aemond’s misaim was a jest? Although… you’d never known, or witnessed, him being the jesting type. 

You looked up at him wide-eyed and surprised. You held your breath high in your throat, and Aemond must have too, judging by how his nostrils flared. Blood bloomed beneath his alabaster cheeks. His single eye desperately searched yours.

Had he misunderstood all of your shared experiences? Brief and in passing as some of them might have been? Had Aegon told him to “kiss her, brother. Why haven’t you yet? When you do, make sure to hold her throat like this and move your tongue through her mo–” he’d stopped listening at that point, blinking puzzlingly at the mental image of choking you for a kiss. He couldn’t imagine how that’d be enjoyable.

Yet, now he wondered if he should have done exactly what Aegon said.

“I– I’m sor–,” he started, taking half a step back. Embarrassment burned his pride.

You blinked, then, eyes sparkling with some sort of secret amusement. “Aemond Targaryen… dragon prince and rider of Vhagar…,” you said slyly. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”

If he blushed before, he damn near combusted with the absolute ease in which you read him. “Am I that obvious?”

A giggle answered his nervous question. Light, and airy, the sound full of magic like spring-pink flowers twirling in the wind. Were it anyone else you might have turned away with no intention of seeking a second. But, with Aemond? Since becoming a lady-in-waiting for Helaena you’d been smitten by him. You stepped forward, toe to toe with the tall, lithe, sheepish prince, and placed your hands on his chiseled face. “Let’s try that again, silly prince…,” you said before standing on your tippy toes to press your lips to his in a much more well-aimed kiss.

It was that day, in the soft sunbeams of Helaena’s empty bedchamber, that you showed Aemond the art of kissing until both of your lips were swollen. He learned wickedly fast.

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After breaking fast it was a ritual for Helaena and her children to spend time in the gardens – rain or shine. Luckily it’d been sunny for a few days and last week’s downpour finally dried from the top soil. During these hours there never seemed to be a dull moment. You were sent off by the kids with nothing but a linen bag and a mission of finding bugs. They were putting together an insectarium and needed any and everything that crawled. It was a fun break. Fresh air and sunshine brought out the natural colors of your hair as it slowly loosened from its careful bun. 

Before you knew it you were away from the main crowds and pathways. Insects buzzed in the air; quiet and secluded. 

Just as you crouched down, a familiar voice called your name right when a jumping spider inspected your palm. “Shouldn’t you be training, my prince?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder to regard Aemond with your little bug friend.

If he cared about the spider he showed no sign of it. He crouched beside you and gently pushed you onto your back, grinning down at you like the trickster you were learning him to be. Sunlight hit his face and softened his otherwise sharp features. “Not with the sword. I’d rather train other things,” he said in a voice much too huskily. His mouth was on yours. With any luck the spider successfully jumped away and not into yours or his hair. “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you since the last time I did.”

For someone who literally just learned how to do that he was really good at it. A soft moan vibrated your lips against his. Your hands trailed up the front of his chest and neck, pushing away a stray bit of hair that tickled your collarbone. “Greedy prince…,” you giggled against his mouth, daring to nip his bottom lip.

“Perhaps you should have thought twice before showing me such things,” he replied. His free hand lifted to carefully lay over your throat; putting to first use the trick he learned from Aegon. Your reaction – arching beneath him – had his pupil swelling. "You like that?"

You nodded with a breathless smile. "Yeah. Not too hard though. It feels good just there," you purred, thighs pressing together as warmth built and collected in your core. The heavy kissing and exploring nibbles felt as if you were making up for lost time; Aemond One-Eye starved of affection. Muscles in your belly tightened and it took all you had to pull away from him, eyes dreamy and half-lidded. "Aemond… I want you to touch me. Please," your voice rasped. Wanton.

He looked at you curiously. "I am touching you," he answered, dipping to rub the tip of his nose against yours.

You fought another giggle. "No, my prince, I mean really touch me." You bent an elbow to lean up on it and carefully grabbed his hand with your other. In a guided trail, you swept his palm from your neck to your thigh and watched his expression all the while. "Have you ever pleasured a woman before?"

Color rose in his face, and even in the midmorning sun his pupil swelled. The strained tightness in the front of his trousers throbbed against where he leaned against you. "No," he half croaked. "Will… will you teach me like you did the other day with your kiss?" He squeezed your thigh with his question, marveling at the softness.

"Yes," you answered with an inward hiss. Gripping his wrist you added, "not here. Anyone could be around. And I am to be with princess Helaena all day. Tonight?"

"Not tonight. Now," he said. 

“I cannot just leave her and her children behind!”

Some might not believe it, but Prince Aemond had tiny dimples when he smirked. Dimples. He leaned into the crook of your neck and kissed, then bit, and kissed again. Goosebumps tickled his lips when he said, “good thing the princess is my sister and I’m not obliged to her law.” Without giving you a chance to protest he stood and pulled you to your feet. He guided you back to the main path and paid little mind to bystanders.

“Brother, where are you taking her?” Helaena asked once she saw the two of you – his arm wrapped around your back as if for support.

“I found her off the path. She’s fainted. I’m taking her to her room,” he replied swiftly; the dirt on your back making his lie appear genuine.

Once inside the Red Keep, instead of taking you in the direction of your sleeping quarters, he took you to his. You two were able to sneak inside and latch the door without anyone seeing. You'd been in here before, but never under these circumstances. Excitement fluttered in your core and when his mouth found yours again you buzzed with anticipation. "Someone is eager…," you muttered playfully against his lips.

"Says the maiden who's given into the carnal desires of flesh outside of wedlock," he scolded against the side of your neck, nipping. "You unholy creature."

You gasped at the sensation of his teeth. "You might be surprised to know things aren't as strict among the smallfolk as it is with you nobles," you whizzed in response. "I'm quite glad to be born where I was. You royals are so uptight." 

Through the banter Aemond led you towards his bed until the backs of your legs bumped against the edge of it. When you fell backwards with him above you, his silky pale hair like a curtain around your face, you wanted nothing else than to stay there for countless hours. "Are you going to keep babbling or show me how to make you feel good?" His smirk had an edge of darkness and you wondered if he was being entirely honest with you in regard to his experience.

Aemond wasn't lying. Truthfully, he hadn't any experience. That didn't mean he hadn't "accidentally" read about things here and there in sordid library books. And having Aegon as a brother meant he was victim to unsolicited advice and peer pressure often. The books were out of curiosity, whereas Aegon’s taunts were simply annoying. 

He had an idea of how things worked. Though, he never had the opportunity to act upon such things.

"Aemond… if you don't start doing something I think you'll drive me positively insane."

Following the passive command, his hand began slowly trailing up your leg. He pushed your skirts up as he did so, allowing the fabric to bunch up until it barely covered your smallclothes. His gaze shifted from between his hand and your face – eager to see your reaction. "Something like this, right?"

Against your will, you arched beneath him and grinned breathlessly. "Yeah," you replied. The scratch of his skin on yours had your core flexing with a need beyond your control. "A little higher still…," you said, smiling.

Shifting his weight, he laid on his side, now, able to look from your face to the space between your thighs that was becoming more and more exposed. The backs of his fingers brushed along your covered mound and you jolted, narrowly missing crashing your forehead to his chin. "Are you okay?"

Blushing, you squeaked, "yes." 

"Are you sure? You nearly headbutted me."

"Shh.. shut up!" You laughed, embarrassed. "Gods. Keep doing that, there, feels so good," you said as you pulled your skirts higher up your front. Intentional or not, his teasing made you, somehow, want him even more. "Actually… these are just in the way," you added, tugging your own underwear off.

He watched you with surprise in his eye. He'd never seen this side of you – or any woman, in that fact – and with each passing moment the prince felt an undiscovered part of himself roar to life. He liked it. Pulse drummed in his chest and behind his ears, and he had to steady his hand as he lowered it to cup your bare mound. Breath quickly hitched in his throat. "You're so warm," he whispered, shuddering. The pads of his fingers pressed curiously along the outside of your folds and he bit down on his own lower lip to stifle a sound he’d never quite made before. “And slick.”

You allowed the sound he bit back to flow freely from your throat. “Surely you know how it works…,” you teased, thighs opening more than they already were. “Women get wet where men get hard.” His touch was curious and inexperienced, yet something about it was endearing and made your belly tighten. When he grazed your clit you whimpered, melting into the mattress. “Right there,” you whispered thickly. “Is my pearl. It’s very sensitive and the center of a woman’s pleasure,” you added, voice and cheeks sultry alike.

The front of Aemond’s pants had never been tighter. He turned quickly off the bed to kneel at the end of it, pulling your legs until you were right where he wanted. His attention flickered between your face and that needy space between your thighs; glistening and pink with desire. One hand held you open while the thumb of the other grazed all over your parted slit, exploring. Soft wet sounds accentuated your panting. The pressure of his thumb shifted from firm to light, and he tested different types of strokes, tearing his focus from your cunt only to watch your face for your reaction. “Here?” He questioned, sliding over your swollen bud.

Your hands tightened in his bedding. A moan came from your slackened jaw and you nodded down at him, watching him observe you. “Yes.”

He circled it, slid across it, and stroked along it. The sounds you made shot right to his cock and made his head heavy as if he’d drank too much wine. In tandem with some of his motions he saw the way your little opening clenched and relaxed around nothing; arousal seeping out of you lewdly, pleadingly, driving him to the brink of madness. He throbbed in his pants. Without entirely realizing it, he opened the front of them to let his cock free. He sighed at the freeing sensation. He groaned something in High Valyrian, cuntdrunk at the sight of you spread open so prettily.

"Push a finger in. I want to feel you," you said down at him breathlessly, one of your hands moving to gently cup the side of his head. If you thought him roguishly dashing before, seeing him here and now, knelt and learning the ways of your body, made him tenfold. It was all too much. Aemond Targaryen, despite his virginity, might very well bring you to the height of pleasure. 

He did as instructed: thumb slipped easily into you and you both gasped at the same time. He'd never felt anything quite like the sensation of you. Warm – no, hot – slippery, and spongy.

"Oh fuck…," you moaned softly. The hand at the side of his head squeezed into his hair, practically tugging at his ear. "More, my prince, please. Try a different finger and move it around inside me." It was a surprise you could speak so clearly as lust blazed through your entire form.

Aemond slipped his thumb out and replaced it with his index. The moan that elicited from you sent him crazy. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered reading something from somewhere: using one's mouth to get a woman ready for coupling. He hadn't a clue where, or how, or what, but before he could talk himself out of it his mouth was on you. If his touch felt good on your pearl, then surely his tongue might too. 

"Oh my Gods..! No.. you don't have to do that," you blushed, fingernails clawing into his scalp as you stared down at him dumbfounded. In your experience men rarely did this to women, and less enjoyed the act of it.

"Does it feel good?" He asked with sincerity, not wanting to hurt you with his inexperience. 

"Yes!"

He smirked and went back to it. Tongue and lips were tentative and unsure, as was his finger still pressed into you, but it hardly stopped you from finding both amusement and bliss in it. He licked all over your folds with the flat of his tongue; tang and salt and a hint of sweetness overtaking his senses. He hadn't a clue how he'd gone so long without experiencing this. Remembering what you said about moving his finger, he did just that. He swirled it around between your slick velvety walls and reveled in how you felt wrapped around his digit.

"Mmf…!" You panted, gripping tighter into his hair. "Keep doing that. With your tongue on my pearl, too," you simpered, the low muscles in your belly flipping and tightening.

The young prince was eager to listen and learn. He followed your instruction. He even dared to add his middle finger too, slowly moving and curling them around. You were so wet, and warm, and tight around him. If you felt like this around his fingers he could only imagine what you'd feel like around his cock. He moaned at the thought, lapping your clit with more confidence and enthusiasm.

You were trying so hard to keep your legs open and relaxed for him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. For someone who claimed to never have done this before it still felt wonderful. Any time his mouth would begin to stray away from where you wanted him, you pushed him back where he needed to be. The combination of your gently rolling pelvis, pleasured sounds, and hold in his hair, kept him on track. Shifting your legs around a bit, you slung one over his shoulder. The slight change had him finding a spot along your walls that had you seeing stars. "Right there!" You preened, thighs squeezing to lock him in place. 

"Is it too much?" He asked, a little taken back with your sudden reaction to whatever it was he'd been doing. 

When you looked down at him you nearly lost it. Your arousal glossed his mouth and he looked, somehow, innocent and wild alike. "Yes! But no… keep going. Please don't stop," you whined, desperate, using your hand still tangled in his hair to guide him back down to you.

Even with his jaw aching for a break, he obeyed. He kept his fingers right there where you seemed to really like it, curling and massaging along a section that felt a little different than the rest of the area. He stayed on your bundle of nerves, too, flicking and lapping and relishing every single noise his attention pulled from you. His free hand pumped along his cock; aching and rigid and feeling like it could burst at any second. He moaned into you. He wasn't going to last. 

Pleasure peaked and your thighs squeezed around his head again. "Aemond!" You mewled at the top of your climax, the entirety of your womanhood pulsing and shuddering with release. 

He couldn't hold back his own release. Never before had he heard his name said like that or called out like that – never experienced the excitement of a spasming cunt. He spent himself as he groaned into you. The last spills of his seed dribbled down his fist while the earlier, more powerful, ropes already began to soak into his bedding.

Your thighs finally relaxed around him and you gently pushed his head away, too sensitive for more. A sheen of sweat collected on your forehead and you felt heat high in your cheeks. Blushed, panting, and satisfied, you looked down at Aemond with bright sparkling eyes. "I don't believe you. You had to have done all of that before."

Slick coated his mouth and chin. His single eye was black with more emotions than you could read and he looked damn near wicked. "More," be said greedily as he squeezed your thighs; already a man addicted.

What had you awoken in the dragon prince? Your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, eyes communicating more than your mouth was currently capable of.

Just then, a knock on his door broke both of you out of the post-orgasm stupor.

He cleared his throat and said, "what is it?" in only a slightly trembling voice.

"Prince Aemond, you are being summoned to the small council meeting."

Annoyance washed over him and he swallowed it with a sigh. "I will be there shortly."

When no other sound came from the door, he tucked himself away and stood from where he'd been kneeling. "You're lucky, my lady, to be off the hook." He grinned cheekily and self-satisfied. He offered his clean hand to help you up before going to wash the other along with his face.

"There's more I can show you another time, if you'd like," you said as you straightened your garb to return to regular duties – as if Aemond hadn't just given you one of the best, if a bit clumsy, orgasms. "You're a very fast learner."

"We can continue to put that to the test," he said with a dark glimmer behind his eye. His angular features were sly in a way you'd never seen before, and you wondered what sort of things simmered in his mind.

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CONTENT WARNING: SEX, BREEDING, POLYGAMY, MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY

Lion! Bakugo SFW+NSFW

Lions, kings of the jungle: known for their manes and imponent roar, basking in a reputation a bit too big for them. Lion! Bakugo boasts about his skill and power, even more than normally, that is. Adding a Lion to this blond only accentuates his egocentric behavior, but there are some new traits to discover with this hybrid.

Lion! Bakugo is all roar and no bite. He yells and curses, and pretends to be the leader, but lions (specially male ones) take care and try to provide for their prides (in this case, his clique).

Lion! Bakugo can't bear the thought of having other guys close to you. You're his partner, not some pesky pray for others to take! He keeps a close eye on who your friends are and who you are with, defending his territory. This hybrid is also very possessive; if you had a previous partner, he'll make sure to get rid of any trace of them.

Talking about territory, lions get extremely defensive with their stuff: he doesn't share. Once Lion! Bakugo starts feeling comfortable in a determined space (like an specific lunch table, library spot or your/his bedroom) he'll make sure others know that area is his as soon as he steps into the room. Oh, you wanna sit in his spot? How dare you?!

Did I mention lions are polygamous? Both sexes are. Bakugo doesn't really practice it because you're more than enough to breed and form a family, but sometimes (just sometimes) certain redhead is added to the mix. He doesn't allow you to have more partners though, female lions can only have one or two males to mate.

Mating season is intense, to say the least, Lion! Bakugo tries to breed you multiple times a day. Alone at the library? He may be bashful but he'll sit you in his lap. After training? Don't worry, he doesn't mind a bit of sweat. Are you doing homework? You could work on his cock too, right? Prone bone is his go-to position, right where he can bury his girth deep inside you while also having access to your body.

He wants to knock you up so bad.

Lion! Bakugo is also strangely affectionate towards you outside of his rut, planting chaste kisses on your face and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He is very calm and easy-going with you when you compare his behavior with others, you can even say he relaxes with you.

Going back to how this species accentuate his self centered traits, however, Lion! Bakugo is even more hated by others than normal. There's not a second where he is not talking big game about him and his strength.

He roars (unironically).

Also, one of the main predators lions have are hyenas... remember who is a hyena hybrid? Shiggy. Suits him right considering how he was kidnapped by the league.

Lion! Bakugo also has an even messier hair, a lion tail, and matching ears. His body is a bit more sturdy and even has a bit of a tummy because, well, cat pouches. He's still such a pretty thing to look at!

"Bend your legs a little more-" Bakugo growls, tightening the grip on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. You lost the count of how many times he's had his way with you that day alone, his thrusts making your legs weak.

You pant, looking at him over your shoulder. "Fuck, you're gonna give me a cub soon, I promise..." He grunts, hissing as he digs his nails onto your plush skin, painting your insides white once more.

You have to change your sheets.

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Your body shakes uncontrollably as the voices escalate, their demands piercing through the fragile peace.

❝Please, let me tell my family that I love them!❞

❝My husband deserves to know what his sister did to me!❞

❝Help us... Help us... HELP US!!❞

❝I can't. I can't. I can't,❞ you trembled as you covered your ears in hopes of drowning them out, but it was no use.

Just as you're about to succumb to the overwhelming despair, a sudden grip on your shoulders jolts you, and you brace for the familiar mockery of a spirit's deception. Instead, a voice cuts through the chaos, clear and unmistakably real. ❝Hey, ____. Calm down. Please, calm down. I'm here.❞

Cautiously, you open your eyes, meeting two pools of green filled with worry.

Your heart wants to believe it's truly him, but your mind rebels, scarred by too many deceptions; too many times than you could count, you found yourself in a similar predicament, yet when you allowed yourself to relax, you found that instead of really being someone you cared for, it was just a spirit playing jokes.

Flinching back, you shook your head, ❝No. No. No. You aren't real. You aren't real. You aren't real,❞ you chant, body curling in on yourself as you expected a spirit's mocking laughter to follow.

Yet, the laughter never comes. Instead, you feel two hands cover the ones you held over your ears.

They were...warm...a sensation both unfamiliar and comforting.

Spirits have never possessed warmth; their touch has always been a cold reminder of their otherness.

Slowly, your breathing steadies under his touch, and you dare to lift your gaze, allowing yourself to truly see him. 

Golden-brown skin that speaks of sun-kissed days.

A wild mane of curls that defied gravity, seemingly untamable, no matter how much it was brushed.

Two gorgeous green eyes that made you feel as if you were lost in a forest of evergreen trees.

And freckles—so many freckles to count—scattered across his nose and cheeks  like stars against the dusk of his skin.

Noticing your attention, Camilo offers a gentle smile. ❝There she is,❞ he whispered, his hands moving from your ears to cradle your face.

❝Y-You're real,❞ you manage, the statement half question, half revelation.

Camilo's smile widens, and he hums in affirmation, his gaze softening as he looks at you. ❝Yeah, ____,❞ he gently caressed the side of your face. ❝I'm real.❞

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You were blessed with the gift of seeing the undead.

Though seen as evil and devilish by many, the Madrigals showed you the beauty that comes with it and that your gift doesn't define you.

Now, turning 17, you find that your gift continues to grow—from being able to just see the dead, to being able to allow them to communicate with the living through you.

You find yourself drowning under the pressure from both the living and the undead, yet before you can completely hit rock bottom, a certain curly-haired trickster vows to be the one to save you.

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ㅡ   This book takes place 2 years after the main plot in Encanto, so just think of it as a canon-divergent, since all that happened in the movie stays true.

ㅡ   Also, no smut since Camilo is underage. IDC if he got aged up, it still wouldn't make it any better; 17 is a minor. Now, Uncle Bruno tho 👀 jkjk. Unless??

ㅡ A few headcanons will be immersed into the story, just to make it a bit towards my liking (you'll know when you see them) and I would like to just paste the link of a few of what I liked; I may or may not include them, who know?

http://hourlyencantohcs.tumblr.com

**Most of these won't be from the reader herself, but fromㅡAAHHH! I want to say it, but I don't want to give away any plots 😭. Just know it won't be the overall theme of the book, just a few scenes. So don't worry, and if it'll make anyone feel better, I'll put a warning in a chapter that has these.

[fenharel]

some of my thoughts after finishing veilguard a couple days ago before i start my second playthrough :)

ok i think its important to note first that the things i was most looking forward too was 1. solas, 2. solavellan, 3. lore. im self aware enough to know that this will have had some influence towards what i expected from the game and what i enjoyed/cared about or not 👍

good

solas: im honestly so happy. my man is finally happy and reunited with his wife!!!!!! my heart feels so full 😭 this game was a solas fans wet dream. absolutely loved everything we got. hunting down regrets and watching old memories. talking to him in the fade. the entire crossroads!!!!!! him shit talking elgar'nan. watching him go trickster mode and imprison rook. fighting the archdemon as the dread wolf!!!!!! i could go on forever. CHEFS KISS TO IT ALL<3333333333333 if anything i wish there would have been MORE im greedy what can i say

solavellan: screaming crying throwing up. i still cant believe it oh my fucking god

lore reveals: i found all the reveals about all our old theories so fun. i didnt like all of them (old gods are just dragons? c'mon.) but overall it felt so rewarding to have picked up on it all. or be totally surprised by something (mythal and solas the reason for the titans and the blight? wow.)

the executors, forgotten and forbidden ones: the next big bads of the next game huh!!!! loved what we got for the most part, the mysterious circle codexes where probably the most interesting in the game. anaris actually showing up shocked me. i wish bellaras brother didnt say "for plot reasons i must die" and actually told us something about him but oh well. im cautiously optimistic about the secret ending for now. what it implied could go either way for now...

main quest: not all of them, but a lot of them were awesome. dare i say some quests were up there with the best main quests in da??? weisshaupt was epic. or the blood of arlathan. every time we get to talk to solas (thehe<3). the final bits. the strong points were so strong that the low points got highlighted a bit too much imo

act 3: by far my favourite act. this was soooo good. the romance finally (?!) kicking it. suicide mission 2.0 stressed me tf out. the varric reveal? send me to the asylum. solas tricking rook? king behaviour i was cheering for him while crying about varric. the dread wolf transformation. the conversation between solas/mythal/lavellan at the end. i basically was in tears throughout half of the thing. couldnt read the credits at all. act 3 was amazing

minrathous vs treviso: i loved this especially with the angst of playing a shadow dragon who failed minrathous. and then the consequences and quest changes this causes throughout the game was really cool. i wish there were more bigger choices like this since it felt a bit flat choice wise besides of this one, but it was amazing.

villains: ghilan'nain and elgar'nan were great. they really felt like the tyrannical gods they were supposed to be. im so glad there was mostly no corypheus-esque cringe. (tho especially ghil had some video gamey lines but sdjkfhjksdf i still love her)

neutral

rook: i dont really care much about rook.. 🙈. mind you rook was certainly not the reason why i wanted to play this game so im sure a second playthrough will make me warm up to them more, now that my head is more free, but it just didnt insta click. rook didnt feel like a real person to me, almost nobody had any (to my taste) realistic reactions towards them. the stakes just were too high for them to get treated this way (nobody is pissed off that they freed the gods? everyone just believes them when they say gods are walking around? everyone just agrees to work with them? nobody cares how rook is doing? or who rook even is? idk.) i didnt like the introduction much either. the shepard treatment didnt work for me here, just believing that rook is fit for the job because varric says so wasn't enough for me. rook also has barely anything going on for them either besides of being the relentless "good guy". we never see them doubt themselves or be fearful or be mean. all the dialogue options are the same as well. its.... boring. anyway i dont wanna bash on rook, i know i'll end up liking them more later. the headcanons will be headcanoning<3

companions: i... don't have strong feelings about most of them? all of them got to me sooner or later, made me cry. but afterwards im still 🤷‍♀️ about most. i didnt feel like we get to know them as deeply as we get to know companions in the previous games. i really really missed sitting in the lighthouse for hours and talk to them, ask them about their profession or what they are about outside of cutscenes like in the previous ones. i think that would have helped me click with them faster. i didnt find all companion quests very strong either. the "high stakes" of the main story made some conflicts feel a bit like we can just fix that after the story lol. i did not like the mass effect 2 treatment of them much... (but me2 is overrated anyway sshh dont kill me<3) some companion quests i did find interesting lore wise (bellara, harding) even if i wish that some of them would have went a bit deeper there. anyway i know i'll probably end up loving them all after a couple of playthroughs, this almost always happens to me, dai is the best example.

combat: don't care. this isn't my type of combat, i don't play a lot of super actiony combo dodge dodge block combat games. still hate the limited abilities. at least it didn't feel too clunky on mouse and keyboard and it was "fun enough" to me so thats good

puzzles: i could put them into the bad category but at least they weren't too terrible so i don't want to be too harsh. but i don't enjoy doing them. i dont want to search for a crystal in a bush. i mean i did them all but at what cost. this felt like filler i thought they wanted to avoid by not adding fetch quests???

bad

pacing: this games hardest battle imo. the pacing of the game is... strange. act 1 is way too fast. it feels like we're running and have absolutely no time for anything. (makes sense! didnt work well though). act 2 then drags a bit with all the companion quests, and the mix really drags the progression of the romances as well to a ridiculous degree. at least with lucanis, idk how it is with the others. i love him and i can headcanon to fill in the blanks so i liked his romance, but it does make it seem like nothing is happening for 50 hours for everyone who doesnt like to headcanon around. anyway, the pacing/storytelling felt often not fitting. it was trying to be mass effect in a story that is too complex and the lore too rich to run through it. this felt like the main reason why we just never went very deep into the lore of the factions or new npcs, or learn or see certain things, the complex nature of the crows, or tevinter magisters and their slaves, we are just running all the damn time? we never get to explore certain things that would feel unnatural to come up in a conversation or in some other way because we are limited by the things the story "has time for". or what the devs had time for.

wishy washy writing: not everywhere but in some places and im not used to that in a da game so its a bit baffling. "the blight is different now so thats the reason for x trust me bro" ok....? "the first of my people do not die so easily" = mythal is shattered and lives on, makes sense. but the other evanuris are all dead, even the ones that were "dead" already? why? idk........ i shall stay delusional for now and hope i've missed something in my completionist run that i now in my next run will find somewhere lol. besides of that, the tone and language used by rook and companions is strangely unfitting as well. coloquial words like "it's cool" are frequently used, among other things. it stands in contrast to the writing of the previous games and is often immersion breaking.

limited worldstate: i had hoped they at least commit to it when i heard about this. but then adding little references that could have just been made personal by switching one line just made the reference a bit jarring sometimes instead of exciting. or making morrigan eat mythals memories for the regret quest....really? this could have been the well of sorrows choice, why could they not have just made the inquisitor show up in the crossroads if they were the one that drank from it. this whole choice thing + some other problems ended up feeling like something they didnt really want to do but ended up doing because the game was in development for so long they just had to finally fucking finish it. and it sucks for us.

the veil: why... is it still there? they left breadcrumps of clues throughout the entire series about all the positives it would do if it was gone, even add a damn prophecy, and then just dont do it.... ever perhaps? must the blight really be cured for this? demons forever feared? listen im just glad solas is ok at the end of the day but he could still have had his redemption/healing/forgiving himself moment after destroying it imo.

i wish the inquisitor was more involved in everything :((( the moments we did get made me SO happy but. yeah.

no quicksave and the skip button that ruined my screenshots deserve their own bullet point what the hell

anyway enough yapping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! overall i loved the game because the stuff i cared about the most was the best aspects of the game sdkjhsdjkf im not ashamed to admit that this is my new solas 2.0 game. ..... <3

[villainhore]

i really wanna continue my solavellan datv AU fic w ancient arlathan time travel shenanigans but it needs to marinate... in the meanwhile i'd like to do prompts...

lavellan's POV: from pre-DAI, solas planning, snooping on lavellan & co, to DAI canon/noncanon compliant exploration: flirtation, denial, angst, hurt, comfort, secret affair, smut... to Trespasser specific alt endings: he asks her to go with him, she forces herself after him, they cant deny the desperation of touch in that final moment... and then DATV canon/noncanon compliant: lavellan as the main character, exploring/reliving his memories, relearning what it meant to love him after a decade/time apart, masks off/solas AND fen'harel before her and learning how true he had been with her despite hiding who he is, anger/hurt at being left behind, assuming the 'rook' persona/changing face and interacting with him as another (an attempt at tricking the trickster), getting to relive the memories with him there, having him watch her flirt with a younger solas, fist fight with mythal, literally any god hungry for her while solas watches from the shadows, have him lose his marbles when shes hurt, tearing out of the prison to save her himself....finally kissing him again in the real world...or anything of your choosing... limiting to solavellan (lavellan is generic) atm, but may consider more down the road <3

requests open <3 heres a sample

[phoenixmuses]

For Valentines ask:

Confession, flowers, be my valantine, smooshes, love letter, and diner for loki please

♡ Valentine's Inbox Memes

The God had been planning this out for weeks now. While he typically didn't partake in the Midgardian celebration of Valentine's Day, he knew that a particular mortal he had been growing fond of had been looking forward to the date. Taking the opportunity to delve further into the traditions and customs of the holiday, he found himself a tad inspired, head swimming in the plethora of cards, candies, decorations, and romantic gestures. He had always been a little... theatrical, even perhaps a bit eccentric, and Steve didn't seem to mind — to which he used that to his advantage.

When the opportunity arose, he slipped away to Midgard, leaving an invitation upon Rogers' bed, requesting to meet at a private location when Valentine's Day arrived, with the words, "I would very much like you to be my Valentine, if you'll have me." Loki had spent time pouring over a love letter to give him, re-reading and re-writing it countless times until he was satisfied with its contents. He conjured up a bouquet of lillies, speckled and shimmering, something unique to Asgard — symbolically, a piece of himself to give to Steve — and placed them in a vase nearby the table they were to dine at. Once he had set up the decor, the God focused on their meal.

When the blond arrived, the table had been set with their main course, the finest Midgardian red wine, grapes, strawberries, and a small heart shaped cake to split for dessert. There were taper and vanilla-scented candles, wine glasses, a small teddy bear with a heart, and a few floral pieces for decoration. Soft music played, a mix of love songs from the past few decades offering a calm and sweet ambiance. The letter he had written for him was propped against the bouquet he had placed off to the side.

The trickster wore an ebony suit, tailor made and befitting of the atmosphere he had painted. Part of him felt a bit nervous, as though he might reject the affectionate display. However, the evening went off without a hitch and the two of them found themselves sharing stories, laughter, and a good meal. Once dessert had been finished, Loki knew it was now or never.

Moving a bit closer, his hand found its way to his lower back in a tender gesture, drawing Steve's attention to him. A small smile formed on his face, a subtle glimmer of hope dancing in Loki's demeanor as he observed the mortal before him. Leaning forward so that they were mere inches apart, he hesitated, giving the blond a moment to pull away if he so wished to. But, when he stayed still, the God gradually closed the distance and captured his lips in a tentative but decided kiss, his other hand lifting to cup his cheek.

His heart swelled with affection for the man beneath his touch, a rare warmth stirring in his chest. After a long moment, they broke away from one another. "I've been thinking lately," he began a bit softer than usual, his voice low and charming. "There are a lot of Midgardians, although none quite like yourself. I find myself enjoying our time together, and..." Loki paused, his eyes flickering over the soldier's expression before he continued, "I think that there may be something more here than mere cordial company."