#Miranda x Reader

[geekyarmorel]

hi! love your work, could i please request smth where reader gently blows into mother miranda's eye to help her get something out of it? or vice versa, whatever you're comfortable with <3

So like eyes being blown on or wind hitting eyes is kinda a ick for me. But!!! I changed it just a little bit to using eye drops, hopefully you like it. Also writing a frustrated reader and Miranda is kinda fun.

Something in Your Eyes

Mother Miranda x Reader

It had started off like a normal day, work in the lab going steadily. You pulled up a new slide under the telescope, taking notes on what you saw when you noticed something new. "Miranda? I think I've found something."

The woman came over immediately, rubbing one of her eyes before looking in the viewer. Or well tried to look, she pulled back and rubbed her eye again, an annoyed look on her face. She steps towards the side and motions for you to look. "Describe it for me. There's something in my eye." She says while trying to blink it out.

You took a look again and began to do as instructed. "It looks like a new spore, though it acts like an amoeba and will absorb some particles around it."

"Interesting." She stepped back to try looking in again and lowly a curse slipped from her lips. "Take good notes." Miranda grumbled, going back to her own work hand rubbing at her eye still.

You wait just a minute watching her while she seemingly suffered. Deciding it would probably be better to not say anything you go back to work. Though it isn't long when you hear an aggravated sigh followed by mumbled cursing. You couldn't help the small smile that curled your lips as you found it amusing that the local deity and brilliant scientist is being bested by something in her eye. At another curse followed by the slam of something down on her desk you turn to her.

"Perhaps you should try rinsing it out." You offer, watching as she rubbed again. The skin there growing red and puffy with the force she was using. "I think we have eye drops in the bathroom cabinet."

Miranda scoffed, "It's fine. I don't need any eye drops." She rubs at it again, before blinking rapidly again.

"Your eye says a different story." You reply as you watch her scowl at you. "It's red and puffy."

"Just get back to work." She snapped and you held your hands up in mock surrender. You turn and put up with her irritated mumblings for as long as you can before you can't stand it and leave the lab. You go to the bathroom and shuffle things about till you find what you're looking for. With the drops in hand you go back to the lab, setting the drops on her desk.

Miranda looked at the drops then to you, her eye redder than before. "I'm not using those."

"They're just eye drops and they'll help you. I swear I'm going insane from your grumbling." You protest, scooting them a little bit closer to her. Amusement crossing your lips as you watch her scoot away from them. "Miranda?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you scared of eye drops?"

She scoffs loudly and levels you with one of her signature looks. "I am not afraid of eye drops."

"Then-"

"I don't like them." She answered, shuffling some papers around to avoid looking at you. "I......can never keep my eyes open."

"That's understandable." You soothe, watching the older woman. "But I really think they would help." Miranda rubbed at her eye again, trying to level you a look. "How about I help?"

"How are you going to help?"

"I'll do the drops, all you have to do is hold your eye open."

"No."

"Miranda." You sigh her name, knowing what you were going to have to do. "Listen we'll make it a deal. You let me help you with the eye drops and I'll do anything you want me to do in return."

Miranda quirked an eyebrow, "Anything I want?"

"Anything."

"Very well." She said with a nod. Going over to the sink she washes her hands before taking a seat so you can help her better. Carefully she held put her hand to her eye, it took a couple of tries but eventually she managed to hold it open. "Go ahead."

Quickly you squeeze the bottle, a few drops coming out and landing in her eye. She rapidly blinks and slightly shakes her head like that would help rid her of the liquid. You help her wipe away the remnants and look at her questioningly. She sat quietly for a moment before answering with a sigh, "Yes you were right. It helped."

You smile but don't say anything, you knew that her just admitting to you being right was hard enough for her. You go to turn when her hand reaches out to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to her. "Miranda?"

"You said I could have anything I want." She begins, eyes flickering from your own to your lips and back. "I want you."

You feel your cheeks burn red, tongue wetting your lips quickly. "M-me?" Your heart fluttered in your chest as you waited for her response.

"Yes, you." A hand coming to cup your cheek and draw you closer. "I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want to know you inside and out. Let me have you."

"You can have me-" As soon as those words left your lips, hers crash into them. The kiss bruising and fierce like she was desperate for you. You dropped the bottle and your hands grab a hold of her hips, pulling her into you while you submitted to her kisses. You aren't for sure how long you kissed but your lips were kiss swollen and your breathes mingled together as you tried to catch your breath.

As Miranda caught hers she pulled back and grasped one of your hands. She began to lead you up the stairs out of the lab. "Miranda?"

"I have many more kisses to give you, now come along." The smile you smiled was perhaps the brightest yet.

[alder-saan]

Rescue

Miranda x reader

TW: cancer, surgery, recovery from surgery, low self esteem, men

words count: 2.3k

thanks to @tanith-rhea for beta-reading it.

You took a deep breath. It was your first date in several years now. It took you time to accept your body after the surgery. But now you wanted to start a new life. You wanted to date, to find a lover. You had taken hours to be ready, today. Hours to choose THE dress, THE makeup, THE hairstyle. You wanted everything to be perfect. There weren't a lot of people in the café. A group of friends on the terrace, and a blond woman near the window, on the inside. When you walked by her, she gave you a big smile. It warmed your heart. Maybe this date would go well. You hoped so. You sat on a chair, several tables away from the woman who was still looking at you. You blushed and looked away.

“Hi, I’m Miranda, you look stunning,” she said, “Your boyfriend is a lucky boy!”

“I… don’t have a boyfriend… Well not yet. Maybe I will. It’s just our first date today. But thank you.”

“Really? Good luck, then.” She gave you an even bigger smile.

This woman was so kind, it comforted you a little. You waited a few minutes. He was late. Not too much, though. Five minutes, at most. A man entered the café. It wasn’t your date, yours didn’t look like this. But he approached you.

“Y/n?” he asked.

“Er, yes, it's me, who are you?”

“I’m Matt, nice to meet you in real life.”

He wasn’t at all like his profile photo. You started to panic. He lied to you. It wasn’t the same. Your mind was racing. Was he as kind as he was in his messages? 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Matt. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you, your profile picture is different-”

“Yes, I put a picture of someone else, if I don’t do this, no girl wants to talk to me. They all are so superficial.”

You gulped. Okay, You had to keep cool. That maybe was a way of speaking. You wanted this date so badly to go well. You could give him a second chance… He sat in front of you and smiled.

“You look great, maybe a little too much makeup. If we continue to date, you should wear a little less, I don’t want other boys to look at you.”

You nodded. What could you reply to this? You weren’t as confident. And he intimidated you.

“So, what do you want to drink?” he asked as a waiter went to take your order.

“Er, well, a hot chocolate would be good, I think I will take a pastry too.”

“You shouldn’t, I don’t want you to turn fat… I think you should do some more sport, by the way.”

“N… No pastry,” you shyly asked the waiter.

You wanted to cry. Was all this a joke? How could he be like this? He seemed so friendly on the app… Your date ordered a coffee.

“Sport is important.”

“I do some sport.”

“Really? What do you do?”

You breathed out. Finally, he seemed genuinely interested in you doing some sport. Maybe the second… the third chance was worth it.

“I swim a lot.”

“It’s not a girl’s sport, you should run or something like this. I want a girl in my bed, not a man!” he laughed. “I don’t say that to be mean, it’s just not feminine at all.”

You looked at the table. No. Not worth it.

“Yes, I guess I’ll try.”

The waiter arrived with your hot chocolate and his coffee. You watched him drink. He was still smiling, and you were crying inside. It was just a matter of an hour or maybe two. It was over, soon.

“Good. So, why don’t you already have a man?”

“Well, I… I didn’t date anyone for five years.”

“Anyone? You were looking for the good one? I see?”

“No, not really. I… I had breast cancer, it wasn’t a good time for me. And then I had to do a full mastectomy. I needed time to accept my new chest.”

“Well, at least you got new boobs, they look great!” he bursted into a laugh.

You went pale. Your heart was beating in your ears, tears began to appear in your eyes. You gulped. You couldn’t even hear what he was saying right now. Why did he have to be so cruel? Why was that happening to you? You had met nice and kind men all your life, why did you have to meet this one right now? He was the worst person you’ve ever met. How could a human being be so cold-hearted? Maybe it was your fault. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were not worth a love life. Maybe he was all that you could ask for. You wanted to disappear right now. You hated your body. You hated it because it had cancer. You hated your new breasts. It wasn’t even yours.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up. It wasn’t Matt’s voice. All your thoughts disappeared when you saw the blond woman in front of you, in his seat. She was kindly smiling at you.

“I… I’m not.”

“I heard what he said. I’m sorry.”

“It’s my first date since my mastectomy… It couldn’t have been worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Where is Matt?”

“He went to the bathroom. You’re safe now. I’m not letting him talk to you again.”

Your date went out of the bathroom and seemed surprised that the woman took his place. You couldn’t look at him right now, so you just looked at the table, again.

“What the fuck is happening here?” he asked, angry.

“Well, I’m going to ask you to leave her alone, mister. She clearly doesn’t want to talk to you anymore,” she calmly said.

“What was it because of the tiddy thing? It was a joke!”

“A joke is supposed to be fun. If she’s crying, it’s not a joke. Please, go out. She deserves to spend her time with someone who can respect her.”

“Leave the table, woman, or I’ll show you what a man can do.”

You stopped breathing. You didn’t want it to become violent. You watched the woman who simply smiled at you and stood up. Was she going to abandon you? A part of you wanted this, you never meant to lead her in any trouble. But the other part wanted her to stay with you, and you were a bit disappointed. Then you realised why she was simply standing in front of him. She was tall. She was very tall. Taller than him. She was towering over him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, man, show me what you can do, besides making your date cry.”

The man hesitated for a few seconds. He opened his mouth and closed it pathetically.

“Leave,” she demanded.

He left.

You bursted into tears. She sat next to you on the bench seat and pulled you into a hug. You froze. You weren’t used to that, you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to- She seemed to understand how you felt because she let you out of her embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have asked you,” she chuckled in embarrassment. 

“N-No, it’s okay,” you said, “it surprised me, that’s all.”

“I’m going to do things right.”

She opened her arms before you, a soft smile on her face.

“Do you want a hug?”

You threw yourself in her arms, crying more and more as she rubbed your back.

“It’s over, now. You’re safe with me.”

“I wanted this date to be nice! What’s wrong with me?”

“Shhh… Nothing’s wrong with you. It’s his fault and only his.”

“My afternoon is ruined… My day is ruined.”

“Meeep,” she said with a nosy voice.

You raised your chin to look up at her, confused.

“It was the sound of a buzzer. You can argue that a buzzer is supposed to make a sound like “bzz”, but I personally find “meep” more accurate.”

“Why… Why did you buzz?” you said, wiping away a few tears, half laughing.

“Because you’re wrong, again. Your afternoon isn’t ruined. Not at all. What if we spend it together? We could go for a walk, and I’ll buy you a pastry. Or more, if you want more. We’ll find the best spots to swim in the sea, and I know some that are totally unknown. Or we could just stay here over a coffee or something.”

Your eyes widened. Why would a complete stranger do that? Was this a kind of trap?

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I can totally understand. Don’t be afraid to refuse.”

You shook your head.

“No, I- I was just wondering if you were an angel coming to rescue me.”

She blushed and laughed, it was clear, she tried to hide her embarrassment.

“Well, I try to make people feel safe, ya know? It’s not a big deal.”

“I’d love to spend the afternoon with you, Miranda.”

“Great!” she said, a big smile spreading on her face, “so what do you want to do?”

“I want to get out of here…”

She nodded and stood up, helping you to do so. She almost ran to the counter and said she paid for you as well. You frowned. She did not need to do this. But as you walked towards her to tell her you could pay, she shook her head.

“It’s on me.”

Then she took your arm and went out of the café. The fresh air filled your lungs. You felt a lot better. You closed your eyes, appreciating the sun on your skin.

She began to laugh. It was a frantic laugh. You liked it, even though you didn’t understand why she was laughing. You looked at her, a bit confused. Was she laughing at you?

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stop laughing, “it’s just…”

She breathed in and out for a few seconds.

“I was so afraid when I was standing before them. Like, what if they actually hit me? What if he was very strong? What if my height didn’t impress them? I was so scared that it was useless and I was being pathetic by trying this. I was all bluffing! What if he knew or noticed it? I can’t believe it worked. I know I looked like I was confident and all, but on the inside, I was like ‘I don’t know what I’m doing right now, I don’t know what to do next, please lord I want it to work’, because I had no idea what to do if it hadn’t worked.”

While talking, she was staring far away, as if she was replaying the scene in her mind, gesturing with her arms and hands. You smiled a bit and placed a hand on her arm, causing her to come back to earth.

“Thank you again. It was very brave of you.”

Her cheeks were coloured in a pale pink.

“It was nothing, don’t worry about that,” she said, dismissing your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“It was clearly something if you talk about it now.”

“No it-” she sighed, “I didn’t think, ya know? It wasn’t brave if it was an automatism.”

“I understand. Yet, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You walked a bit, silently. She was guiding you near the ocean. It was beautiful. You liked the view of the waves crashing against some rocks which emerged from the water. The white foam flying all around seemed to be kind of shooting stars.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of good dates. Don’t stop searching for someone because of a man like him.”

“Yes, I guess… Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not my area.”

Your face went red. She gave you a smile, you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or a bit mocking. Maybe a bit of both.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

You looked away, a bit flustered. So she was a lesbian, huh? What if… she was interested in you? What if it was the reason why she complimented you earlier? You blushed as you realised this idea seduced you. 

You loved how her blond hair was tucked behind her ears, in the cutest way. You loved how her blue eyes followed everything that crossed her sight. You loved how smiles spread on her pink lips, lighting her face. You loved her little nose, her neck, her height, lord, her height. It made you feel so safe. And she was brave, funny, and kind.

“This is the moment where the straight girl says ‘I’m sorry, I hope you’re not interested in me.’ or something like that,” she said and chuckled.

“I’m not straight.”

“Oh!”

She blushed a bit and remained silent.

“Hoisted by your own petard,” you smirked, “I’m bi. Why? Could you be interested in me?”

She didn’t say anything, and looked at the beach and the people swimming in the waves. She was cute, with that.

“Look, there is a-”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Her face was slightly pink, she avoided your gaze.

“Miranda, I find you beautiful, cute, and kind, and brave. So if you want this to be a date. It can be.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She turned towards you.

“I-”

You gave her a soft smile. 

“Yes, I’d like this to be a date.” she whispered.

You almost didn’t hear. But even if you hadn’t, you would have known.

“Then it’s a date.”

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post credit scene:

Matt walked his way home when someone stopped before him. It was Rhea. She looked at him with nothing but anger and hatred in her eyes, then her fist met his nose and he fell onto the ground. He spat some blood, and a tooth.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you dare talk to her again. And if I learn you treat badly an other woman, I kill you."

Rhea walked away and disappeared into the darkness of the street.

[galentines]

Posting again because of the new episode 👀

Read my filthy fic!!!!!!!!!!!

[mons1erprom]

what would be the main 6’s reactions to a clown s/o? (If u can’t do all 6, can u please do Damien, Scott, Polly, and Miranda?)

Monsters are hardly scared of anything… save for clowns. So who would be brave enough to have you, a clown, as their S/O?

Damien: (can be found with Dahlia here)

Miranda is pretty skeptical of most things she finds unnerving… it took a while for things to get going between you. Things started to turn around where Miranda is in need of a new jester serf. After that, the two of you start spending more time together, and she starts laughing at all your jokes. 

Polly’s a former human, so the idea of dating another human in a clown outfit isn’t lost on her. But this isn’t the weirdest thing she’s seen, so she goes along with it.

Scott: Clowns are funny. Why not? He’s probably the least hesitant to start forming a relationship with you. But since this is Scott we’re talking about, it takes a while for things to progress past platonic.

-Mod Frosty

[gothicwidowsworld]

Gary Preston #1

Imagine...

You and your Husband Gary being invited to Miranda's 'coming out' party as extra support. Knowing her Mother would try to set her up with any avaliable bachelor. She begged you to come to help her avoid anything her mother could have possibly planned.

[mons1erprom]

How about Miranda with an s/o that is an amazing singer and loves to serenade her with songs about her beauty and power.

She loves when you sing for her. Normally she has serfs specifically for praising and showering her with adoration, but they don’t hold a candle to you. She enlists you as her singing serf, and often sets up sessions where she sits back and lets you serenade her, whether it be a love song or a simple little tune.

And it’s hard for her not to sing along, too...

-(Temp)Frosty

[mons1erprom]

Hiya! Could I get some Mirands ns/few hcs with a male s/o who is a sub?

-(Temp)Frosty)

Oh, how Miranda loves to be in control. She’s a princess, after all, and princesses always get what they want. She’s more than happy to be a dom in bed. She often refers to you as a ‘serf’ or a ‘pet’ for this type of thing, and mostly ends up on top more often than not.

However, Miranda’s what you’d call a “sexual novice”. She’s new to this sort of thing, and might need a little bit of direction before things can really get heated.

She’s big on commands and key words. You do what she says when she says it... no questions asked. If you disobey her, you get a little punishment. She’s not actually going to hurt you...

And if she does, she makes up for it in the aftermath, cuddling and snuggling like there’s no tomorrow.

[mons1erprom]

Meeting Miranda’s family

Miranda’s family consists of the following:

Lord Vanderbilt

Miranda’s father.

Wears tons of medals and silver regalia

Has a menacing aura surrounding him when he first meets you.

Actually warms up rather quickly, and welcomes you into his palace since Miranda likes you.

When he gets a moment alone he tells you just how ‘upset’ he’d be if Miranda’s heart was ever broken. Menacing aura returns.

Plays it off as a joke with a hearty laugh, but seriously. He will skewer you if you hurt Miri.

Lady Vanderbilt

Miranda’s Mother

Basically looks like Miri aged 30 years. It’s where she gets her looks from.

Wears so much jewelry her wrists never stop rattling.

Is a very wonderful singer.

Gets super sappy when you and Miranda get romantic nearby.

Tells you all kinds of stories about when she was dating Lord Vanderbilt

The two also have no qualms getting mushy near you and Miranda.

Bellanda

2nd youngest of the Vanderbilt daughters.

She doesn’t like you.

She’s super protective of Miranda, and keeps reminding you that she’s the closest to Miri anyone’s going to get.

Miranda’s the only one stopping her from getting too violent, though.

Amanda

2nd oldest of the sisters

Is a total sweetheart

100% supports your relationship with Miri

Somehow acts like a second mother to Miranda, and often makes tea and cookies.

Cassandra

The oldest of the Vanderbilt daughters

Regal and noble demeanor, always speaks formally.

Doesn’t talk to you often since you’re just a commoner.

Is busy most of the time with official royal duties, since she’s next to inherit the throne.

-(Temp)Frosty

[mons1erprom]

ok so i recently got the ending where miranda dies and it made me wonder how the main 6 would react to losing their s/o? like what would they do? how long it would take them to get over it if they ever do, cuz lets just go with their s/o was the love of their life and they're never gonna find someone like them again and they know it. if you can't do/don't want to do all 6, then how about just the boys for now and I can request the girls for this later. Thanks! :)

-Temp(Frosty)

Buckle up, folks. It’s about to get melancholy up in here.

Miranda - 

Not a single day would go by when she doesn’t think of them. She goes all out on the funeral, and even demands a statue to be built in their honor. She spends plenty of time mourning the loss (and demands her serfs do the same), and tries her best to move on. But seeing things that remind her of her S/O brings back memories. Often she’ll be seen staring off into space with a crestfallen look, and when asked what’s wrong, she’ll say it was nothing.

She’s a terrible liar.

Scott -

Seeing Scott after their S/O passed is just genuinely painful. His optimism and joy just stop for the next couple of weeks.

His friends try to cheer him up with meat or sports… but nothing works. He’ll go back to the places they used to spend together… almost like he’s waiting for them to come back. Always asking, to nobody in particular, “why”?

He’ll be okay with time. But for the time being, things are just not as bright as they used to be.

Liam -

Liam is immortal. But he is no stranger to death, ironically enough. He’s outlived lots of friends, lots of loved ones. And every single time, the pain never dulls. He’s quiet, reserved, more so than usual the following days. The dry tone in his voice tells that this was not his first loss… and possibly, not his last.

He’s done his best to lock up his feelings… get over them as soon as he can… but he’ll never be over it.

Polly - 

After hearing ‘the news’, Polly disappears for a few days. Nobody can tell where she’s gone, but it’s best to just let her be…

Come the funeral, she’s the first to arrive, and the last to leave… even hours after the reception.

She drinks more, but the liquor doesn’t help. There’s nothing that she can snort, smoke, or swallow to help her sleep like she used to. Even after her S/O has been laid to rest, she keep looking around. Looking around for any sign that maybe… just maybe… that they’re still here. Just like her…

Vera -

Vera speaks to no one at the funeral. Not even her sister. She keeps her eyes hidden behind her snakes, so no one can see her tears. Vera becomes bitter… much more spiteful. She’s worked for everything she has… earned it all. And the only thing in the world she valued more than anything was taken from her…

Still… she is broken up. Vera does her best to save face… only to break down in private. There’s only a handful of people who have caught her at her weakest…

Damien -

The fire inside Damien starts smoldering like hot coals. It might not be as bright, but it’s just as hot. He starts to blame himself… what could he have done differently? Could he have stopped this? Why did they have to go out like this?

Once he finishes directing his pain inward, he directs it outward. He lashes out a lot. At people who don’t deserve it, and at people only trying to help. His fury has to go somewhere.

When it comes to the stages of grief, he’s stuck on anger. He’s never cared about anything so much in his life… how could he move past it? How could anyone ever get over something like this?

[mons1erprom]

The main casts reaction to being bitten during sexy time?

-(Temp)Frosty

Miranda - 

“Ouch! Why would you do that?”

Liam - 

“You, biting me? Hmm… how disruptive.”

Scott -

“Ow. Are those your teeth? Should I show you mine? What does this mean? I have a lot of questions.”

Damien -

“You call that a bite? Harder!”

Polly -

(I’m not even sure biting a ghost is possible buuuut)

“Well, aren’t you a freaky little thing? So that’s where the word ‘snacc’ comes from…”

Vera -

“Did you just-?! If anyone does any biting around her, it’s going to be me, capiche?”

[mons1erprom]

Might be a little NSFW, but what dothe love intrests like being called in bed or what makes them go just OUT of control in general?

Bed names, huh?

- (Temp)Frosty 

Miranda - 

“Honey”

“Darling”

“My Queen”

“My Siren”

Scott -

“Good Boy”

“Best Boy”

“Good Boy” again

Just call him a “Good Boy”

Polly -

“Hot Stuff”

“Boo-dacious”

“Doll”

“Sweet Cheeks”

Damien -

“Daddy”

“Devilish Rogue”

“Rougish Devil”

“Fucklord”

Liam - 

“Sensei”

“Sempai”

If you can make something obscure sound sexy, he’ll go nuts.

Vera -

“Mistress”

“Boss” sometimes works.

She also just likes hearing you say her name in bed… repeatedly.

[mons1erprom]

How would the dateable monsters plus the slayer react to their s/o who is usually shy and friendly suddenly turns terrifying when they are hurt? Like their face is shadowed except for their narrowed eyes which are glowing and blue flames are drifting off their body as they growl like a demon. (if you can't fit them all in then can it be the slayer, miranda and polly? Thanks!)

Let’s make this a collaboration!

Miranda (Magic Mod)

Miranda is great fun for you coming to her defense, even though she is quite scared. She contemplates having you as her personal bodyguard…

Damien - (Temp) Member Under15Store

Damien is kind of stunned. He naturally assumes he’s the most violent in any relationship to the fact that you reacted terrifyingly enough to makes him a little scared silently impresses him. From then on he insistently asks you for scary tips but they can’t when they’re their normal friendly and shy self. He never stops trying though.

Scott - (Temp) Member Under15Store

Scott is the same easily confused goof you fell in love with so he assumes you’re like some wacky form of possessed. Nothing he’s actually intimidated by, he just can’t quite grasp the terrifying person and you are the same person.

Liam (Magic Mod)

Liam’s just speechless. You go back to your regular self and try to explain to the best of your ability. He just replies, “Heh… cool.”

Polly - (Temp) Member Under15Store

Polly is actually sort of weird about it. She tells you she’s already dead, so even if she can get hurt, you shouldn’t worry so much. You shouldn’t stress yourself out. You get the sense that you’ve reminded her of something before she died. Kisses.

Vera - (Temp) Member Under15Store

Vera is impressed, but in a way where she immediately compliments you instead of just being stunned. You’re so shy and friendly when you could be using their genuinely terrifying side to get what you want? Embrace your power!

Calculester - Magic Mod

Caluclester wouldn’t act any differently. He just sees you as loving as always.

Zoe - Magic Mod

Zoe’s usually the one protecting you. You gain new respect from her from doing so otherwise… and she gains new fanfic ideas.

Aaravi - (Temp) Member Under15Store

If you’re part of Aaravi’s “quest group”/”teammates” you immediately get a promotion. Like she doesn’t try to set you off, but her respect for the “secret power inside of you” goes way up. You talk more because she realizes there’s a bunch of stuff she doesn’t know about you.

[mons1erprom]

How would Miranda react to her S/O who is an assassin swearing themselves to her as her hidden blade and royal protector?

This is an ask by @darkborn187 (Won’t let me tag for some reason, sorry dude.)

- A royal protector??? Secret knife???

- Sure!!!

- Her love also protecting her like one of her serfs? So romantic and sweet that they murder in her name! +2 charm!

- Everyone for obvious reasons once you stab this one prick in her name, doesn’t fuck with you.

- OR Miranda, more importantly.

- They thought they couldn’t touch her before, but now? Fools.

- So you don’t reaaaally do much of assassinating unless you go undercover to kill someone, but that’s fine.

- That just means more Miranda time!

[mons1erprom]

Miranda dating a knight!reader. Cheesiness optional.

“My knight in shining armor” said Miranda dreamily. You wipe some of the dragon blood off of your armor and pick up your broken sword. “Don’t worry my dear hero,” she said reassuringly, “my sword serf will fix that up at once. “She snapped her fingers and a serf timidly scurried over and took your sword to be repaired. You apologized for breaking the sword in combat, but she said that you were quite beautiful battling hand-to-hand. She walks over to you and kisses your cheek. “This has been the most wonderful date, wouldn’t you say?”You nod and smile taking her by the hand. It’s starting to get hard finding a new castle (let alone one with a dragon in it) every time she wants to go out but hey, seeing her happy is worth it. “Let’s take a look around this wonderful castle my prince. I’m not ready for this date to end quite yet.” She said with a wink. Who are you to refuse? You both walk down corridor after corridor taking in the architecture, art, and style of the old castle. Your beloved complains about potential traitors and how ignorant commoners are. You find it adorable how such a little princess can hold so much anger inside her. Eventually you reach the rooftop, a beautiful landscape of pink, orange, and purple hues blending blissfully into the horizon. Miranda sighs happily and walks towards the edge of the balcony. Resting her head on the ledge, you watch her pink hair glisten in the setting sun light. You walk over to her, putting a hand gently on the small of her back. She looks up, a questioning look on her sweet face. “I love you”She gasps softly, then smiles. “I love you too, my knight in shining armor”