#Tristan Thorn oneshot

[websterss]

THE LOVE THAT WAS ALL ALONG (1) — TRISTAN THORN

SUMMARY: What Tristan expected to be a normal nightly visit to your bedroom, turns into one of questions and a burning desire to find out what you're keeping from him. There's just one problem, you won't tell him what's wrong.

WARNING(S): angst, some fluff

WORD COUNT: 3,827

PAIRING: Tristan Thorn x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you like it! Feedback is appreciated and always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

Not a day passed without that of a pebble thumping against your bedroom window. All the while you tried to retain your focus back on your book. A second tap would soon follow after and you’d be forced to put your placemark within the center of the pages you failed to finish yet again for another night.

You release an annoyed huff as you go over to your windowsill and push the door of it open wide. You then look down and find the culprit responsible for disrupting your nightly reading.

His charming chagrin plastered on his face was making it difficult for you to stay angry. You can’t fight your very own smile as you shake your head at your best friend. “Most people would knock you know.” You tease.

“Where would the fun be in you opening a door?” Tristan quipped.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the response. Tristan always was the one to take extra measures, not needed at times too. “And what if I had simply decided to ignore you for the rest of the evening?” You ask. You raised a brow down at him.

“Then I would tell you that I’ve got about five more pebbles at hand and am only using a quarter of my strength.” He grinned.

You huff a laugh, knowing true and well in your gut he would do exactly that. Tristan was stubborn in the sense that he was determined to get his desired wishes no matter the cost. It was both a lovely and annoying trait of his. “You’re insufferable.” You say though your tone held no true malice, it was as if you simply stated a fact of life. “You wouldn’t dare break my window.” You pout.

It was only then that Tristan taunted you with a raise of his arm, twisting his body at his waist to ready his aim. A faint smirk slowly appeared on his face.

You gasp and quickly stick your hand out to stop him. “Okay! Okay! I yield!” You surrender, not needing to waste any energy playing out this silly game. You have had nights in the past where this very act had gone on for as long as two and a half hours. You were not looking to waste time. “Now will you get up here, you nuisance?” You ask with a soft laugh.

“No need to fuss I’m coming up to you.” Tristan breathed a laugh at your sudden withdrawal. Pride flooded within him as the same taunt worked on you once more. Last time, Tristan threatened to yell at the top of his lungs if you hadn’t let him up. Perhaps he should consider reusing it again.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as he chuckled. Always so cocky, that Tristan. You watch as he starts to climb the side of your home like a spider, his movements are fluid and natural without a single falter. His hands grilled the edges to haul himself up and into your room. And suddenly your mind takes a wander to what else his hands could do. Clearing your throat you shake that thought away quickly as he easily swings inside. You take a second to look at him this time, the candles lit on your dresser allowing you to fully view his attire.

“You look nice?” You eyed him from head to toe.

Tristan looked down at himself then looked back up at you with uncertainty. “Are you asking me or telling him?” He emits a soft laugh. “Do I not look okay?”

You give a small laugh yourself, your eyes still roaming his figure up and down. “No, no. The complete opposite of not okay. Just a bit different than how you usually dress.” You state. Normally Tristan isn’t all about formalities, but he also can’t let a single piece of his untucked shirt be shown to any poor soul, not without his vest that is. This time around, he looked…presentable, and handsome with his nice dress shirt and coat, even the bowler hat he wore was a surprise to see. Though that was not a bad thing, it was quite lovely to see him less casual than normal. But the ‘why’ for such a change tonight had you questioning whether he was going somewhere, or worse yet to someone. The latter you didn’t want your thoughts to linger on much longer.

“Do you think the hat is a bit much?”

“You do look like quite the gentleman with it, I will say.” You muse, giving the brim of his hat a little flick with your finger. It was a nice hat, a fine black color, not too tall, not too short. “It's suitable for a young man. If I didn’t know any better I would assume you were off to see a Victoria?” You tease. Only when he didn’t mirror your grin or faint laughter, did your heart begin to sink. Your smile fades into a thin line.

“I am…” He says with certainty.

Your breath hitches and for an aching moment, you forget how to breathe. Your chest becomes constricting with each second of silence passing between you two. You swallow hard trying to regain your senses quickly. Your throat feels painfully dry and the words stuck in it refuse to escape. “Y-you’re going to see Victoria?” You croak. It sounded weak, and a pang of self-disappointment hit you with how pathetic you sounded. Quickly you clear your throat to try sounding more nonchalant and failing quite horribly. “Tristan, you can’t be serious? She treats you poorly!” You mock with a laugh.

“I am quite serious. I’ve told you of my feelings for her. They remain intact and I am to tell her that I love her tonight.”

“You’ve told her that about a dozen times before already! And each time she has tossed you aside like a crumpled piece of paper. She never takes you seriously.” You sigh, shaking your head. Your face twisted with sadness and frustration. It broke your heart every time to see your best friend rejected in such a horrid and cruel way. And for a woman, one who didn’t truly care about him, who was only in love with the idea of gaining another man's infatuation. You knew there was no changing his mind, his persistence didn’t allow for opinions to falter his plans. That damn determination of his. “And each time you go running back to her.” You murmur under your breath.

“She just doesn’t know it yet, but we are meant to be!” He exclaims. Reaching forward to hold you on your upper arms. “I’ll get her to see me as I am, as the man who can show her how loved she is. I’m going to prove my love and devotion to her. I’ll do a grand gesture. Something big will surely convince her.”

Your heart feels a pang at the way he speaks about her. He is so utterly convinced, so foolishly hopeful for someone who will not reciprocate his love. Part of you can’t help being envious of Victoria with how much he truly cares for her. You wish only he could see that you’re right here in front of him and that you could be the one to make him truly happy. To give him the love he wishes for Victoria to reciprocate. But he’s stubborn, much like you. “That isn’t love though, Tristan…Love shouldn’t come from only one half.” You ask. You raise a hand to touch his cheek, his big brown eyes watching you with turmoil and confusion. Perhaps he thinks you don’t understand, and maybe you don’t. Who would understand why someone would continue to pursue a woman who showed nothing but unrequited love? “Why does it only need to be you making grand gestures? What has Victoria done to show you she is just as much interested in you and your time as you are about her?”

“She doesn’t need to—“

Your head snaps up at his response. “Doesn’t need to?!” You exclaim. The bitterness in your tone surprised you as much as it startled him. “That is the entire point of any relationship! It is effort and commitment from both ends!” Your eyebrows are furrowed and you find yourself clenching your fists at your side, fighting the urge to grab his collar and shake him. You have never been so utterly annoyed, so frustrated with him. Your stupid little hopeless in love, Tristan.

“I have a plan. It will all work out, believe in me, Y/n.” He pleads.

Your shoulders sag and a heavy exhale leaves your lips. Of course, your rationalism would not get through to him. You don’t even know why you thought for a moment that it could make him realize the flaws in his logic. “I always do,” You say at last. “But it never gets easier to see you like this, Tristan.” Your tone had softened at the end. You place a hand gently on his chest, right over his heart. “I always carry your best interest at heart with me. You know this of me. I simply prefer not to see you get hurt, especially by Victoria.”

“I know you do. Where would I be if it weren’t for you and your beautiful heart?” He attempts to make light of this heartbreaking conversation.

Your lips twitch at his poor attempt to lighten the mood, yet you can’t help but be touched by the thought. You would always be there for him no matter what. “You know exactly where you’d be, right in some sort of trouble that you’d get yourself caught in, and wouldn’t be able to get yourself out of.” You tease. Your thumb gently rubs his chest against the fabric of his shirt. “I’d have preferred it, you getting into trouble, anyone else would have sufficed though, just not Victoria, anybody else but her.” You admit.

“Why do you dislike her so much?”

Your hand slowly drops from his chest as your frustration comes back. “You need to ask that? She treats you horribly, Tristan. She takes your heart for granted!” You exclaim. Your arms are crossed over your chest now. “How many times has she laughed in your face when you’ve tried to win her affection? How many times has she brushed something you’ve gifted to her as though it was meaningless?” You raise a hand, your fingers slowly raising as you continue listing how Victoria has treated him poorly. “How many other men's hands has she accepted in front of you? She is completely unaware of how truly special you are.” How special you are to me, you wanted to say.

You were taken back when he leaned forward and pecked your temple sweetly. Your heart hammering against your chest as you met his soft gaze. “Tristan…”

He grins softly at your reaction. That one of surprise and embarrassment. You’ve always been such a sweet soul and he knew he could always get you flustered when he was touchy with you. He loved the way the warmth of your hands would travel up to your cheeks, and your gaze, how it would turn away timidly, but he found it endearing. No matter what he did to surprise you it always made your heart flutter. if only he knew just how much it affected you.

“Shhh.” He murmured, his hands coming around to wrap you up in a tight hug.

He stays close to you, his nose tucked into your locks. His hand raised to rest gently on your cheek, his calloused thumb rubbing gently over your soft skin. “Have I ever told you that you are the kindest, most compassionate person I’ve ever met?” He murmurs. His breath was warm on your skin as his breath lightly brushed against your neck. “Anyone would be the luckiest person in the world to have you, I’m lucky to have you in my life.” He breathes a smile. “You’re my best friend in the entire world, and I’m lucky to have met you.”

You wondered if he could hear your heart tearing in two.

“I’m your only friend Tristan. Remember I’ll always- love you as much as I hold your best interest.” You hesitate to admit it.

Your stuttering and wavering words are caught by him, and you hate how the very sound of your voice falters. You didn’t want to come off as fragile, but no matter what you could never hold together your feelings for Tristan.

His nose is still buried deep in your locks, his large hand now cups your cheek gently. He tilts your head to meet his eyes, a small smile on his face. “You alright?” He murmurs. You despised how well he could read you. Unlike the pages of your unfinished novel, your next moves were predictable. One little change of notation in your tone and he’d be bugging you until you caved into telling him.

“Never better…” You look away from his lingering concern. You don’t miss the furrow of his brows as he palms your cheeks, then your forehead with his calloused hands.

Tristan’s worried eyes roam your face, searching for a sign of distress but is unable to find any. With a frown he continues to keep his palms on your cheeks, he didn’t release you just yet. He was sure there was something not quite right with you. But what could be troubling you? He tilts your head up again, his deep eyes locked on yours now. He knew you weren’t telling the truth yet something prevented you from doing so. Even as much as he hated to admit it, he hated it, that you were being closed off.

“You look feverish…” He mumbles.

His hands then find your arms, pulling them away from where they are folded across your chest. He gently holds your hand in his, turning it so your palm faces the ceiling. He looks over the back of your hand, then the front, then back again. He then gently holds your chin with his index finger, tilting your head so you are forced to look at him again. “You’re all flushed.” He comments, worry etched upon his brow. "Y/n are you sure you're alright?"

"Tristan I am well, honestly." You grabbed hold of his wrist and held them in place. "Please don't fuss over me, it will only add stress to your visit with Victoria. Which you should be getting along to." You gasp as you look around your room.

Tristan frowns, clearly not believing your word. He wants to tell you no, that he doesn’t want to go and see Victoria anymore, at least not till he is certain you are well. He knew you well enough that you would be stubborn too, that you wouldn’t let him win this one no matter what he did, you never did when it came to your feelings.

He huffs. “You’re as stubborn as a mule.” He says. But he listens to you anyway. “You’ll be alright until I get back, will you? You promise?”

"With my entire heart." You muse then remember what you were in search of. "Oh yes, here." You walk over to the vase on your nightstand and remove the bouquet from where they sat all pretty. "You'll need these." You smile as if you hadn't just taken out your own flowers for his benefit.

Tristan raises a brow once you pull out the bouquet, tilting his head to the side. He recognized those as the flowers you had been arranging just last week. He raises his other hand up, placing it gently on top of yours. “Y/n, why would you give me your flowers? No, you went on a rant about how long it took you to find them. No.” He protests, his brown eyes wide with bewilderment. He tried to take the bouquet from your grasp, to put them back, but you held them tight, not allowing him to snatch them from you.

Tristan is taken back momentarily by your actions. You seemed to be determined for him to leave, but he couldn’t help but be grateful for your thoughtfulness. You were truly an angel sent to him and yet he could see it. He felt guilt for that as well.

Taking the bundle of flowers from your hand, he couldn’t help but admire them while you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. The flowers were gorgeous, and the petals were a mixture of white and a soft yellow. Daisy's. He took a quick sniff of them, the sweet scent of their fragrance filling his senses.

"They'll grow back…" You mutter as you fidget with a loose thread on your blanket.

Tristan looks up upon hearing your mutter, a hint of sadness in your voice. He watched you as you continued to tug at the loose threads on your bed uncoiling it from its knitted form. He wasn’t certain what had gotten into you, you weren’t acting like yourself. “Spring won't come for another two months, Y/n. You waited for them to be in bloom.” He says softly. “You put in a lot of time and hard work into the arrangement, it doesn't feel right. I don't want you to give them up for me." Tristan glances down at the bundle in his hand. "I can always get Victoria another."

"Right…yes of course." You huff with a faint smile tugged on your lips.

Tristan's eyes softened at your smile, no matter how much he wished for it, it didn’t reach your eyes. Something was off about you, yet you were keeping silent about it. He took a hesitant step forward, almost as if he were afraid to even touch you now. His eyes remained locked onto your form on the bed, his expression tight and thoughtful. “You’re acting strange.” He murmurs.

"I've just been more tired than usual, Tristan. Nothing to worry your pretty head about." You try to make light of the tension.

Tristan is not having it. He would not brush off your strange behavior. Not when his gut was telling him something was wrong. You were not being honest with him and he knew it. His jaw clenches at your attempt to make light of his worries.

He moves over to kneel in front of you. He gently places the flowers down beside you on the bed before taking your hands into his own. His fingers gently rub over the back of your hands, his touch is tender and soft, just like he is. His eyes remained locked on yours, the worry in his gaze is evident.

"Tristan-"

Tristan softly shushes you, his fingers still gently caressing and massaging your skin. You’ve always known him as a stubborn and determined soul and you knew it as he began to cut you off. He wouldn’t let this go, he refused to believe you were ‘just tired’. Something was troubling you and he was not going to let it slide. “You’re not just tired, Y/n. You expect me to believe that?” He says softly, his eyes searching your face. "Something has upset you and I intend to get to the bottom of it until I know."

"Well, you can't, not right now at least, you have a Victoria to win over."

Tristan’s head shakes. He wanted to laugh at your stubbornness but he knew that would be a terrible move. You were both equally hard-headed that was for sure. He sighs, you were doing your damndest to avoid talking about what was bothering you. His gaze softened, and his hold on your hands tightened ever so slightly.

“Y/n. Please.” He implores. “Just talk to me. You’re upset about something. Tell me what is bothering you."

"Tomorrow."

Tristan's shoulders slumped, it was clear he was defeated. But only for now. He knows you weren’t one to back down and knew there was no use in trying to get it out of you now. However, that wouldn’t stop him from trying again tomorrow.

He looks down at where his hands are holding yours. “Promise me that tomorrow, you’ll tell me. No more excuses or brushing it aside. I want to know what’s bothering you as soon as the day breaks even.” He quietly requests for the simple favor.

"I promise…Now- leave or you're opportunity of reaching a lifetime of happiness will surely close." You muster a laugh and begin shoving him off your bed towards the open window.

Tristan stands to his feet once you push him away from the bed. He doesn’t miss the way you’re trying to shove him out the window and away from you. He frowns at your persistence, he hates the idea of leaving you here, upset about something you won't tell him, yet he can’t fight your insistence to leave.

“Fine, fine.” He mutters. He begins to climb out of the window, turning his head once more to glance back at you. His smile reached the corners of his eyes. “Tomorrow. I'll find you.”

You go to grab one of your pillows, aiming it ready to throw it at his face. Your throw a failed miscalculation as it lands before his feet. Tristan does his best to maintain his chuckle. "That…is very upsetting. It is nowhere near my head let alone near myself."

"Out!"

Tristan rolls his eyes at your command. “Yes, yes.” He mutters, and with slight reluctance, he turns to finish his descent out of your window. He glances up for a moment, locking eyes with you, the soft smile is still on his face. "You better rest up. You won't get rid of me so easily tomorrow. I'll be even more of a nuisance. Keep the flowers, I'll find more." He teases with a crooked grin, then is out of your view.

"Oh, joy..." You finally let your shoulders fall as you slump back against your pillows, the muscle ache and tiredness you felt throughout your body becoming more prominent. You forgot how easily you forgot about your state, especially when Tristan was able to distract you from the pain.

Tristan’s concern only grows as he takes notice of the way you blow out the candles almost immediately as he hits the ground. His brows furrow at your hurried state to have him leave, to go to Victoria, and to dismiss any chance he had to talk with you through what you are currently struggling with. It was eating him alive and it was making him second-guess treading down the streets to Victoria's house. He grips his hat, sparing your window one last glance before placing it on top of his head. Pocketing his hands for the walk away from your bedroom window and towards the girl he loves. Yet he can't help but let the nagging feeling of guilt eat at him as he puts one foot in front of the other.

[munsonownsmyass]

Requests are always open. So far I'm writing for Matt Murdock and Tristan Thorn, but I'm not opposed to expand to other Charlie characters 🩷

○ SERIES

Pain shared is pain lessened

In a world where you share the injuries with your soulmate, it's not easy being you. With a reckless soulmate that seems to have no regard for his own safety, you have more bruises and scars than you can count. (More will come + masterlist)

Mark upon your skin

Finally working at the place of your dreams, you get the hardest client of your career.

○ ONESHOTS

The sweetest praise 🔞

Well... I guess the title says it all

Get a little dirty 🔞

Matt wants to get a little dirty in the shower... it doesn't go quite as planned.

Hate to love you 🔞

You hate Matt and he hates you... One day you collide and everything changes

Sick day

Matt takes care of you when you're sick.

Keep me warm

You can't fall asleep. It's a good thing Matt is there to keep you company.

Forgive us our sins 🔞

You never thought you'd fall for a man of faith. But that is what happens when you lay eyes on Matthew Murdock. He's off limits, a priest. But you find it hard to stay away

All I want for Christmas

Spending the day with Matt, getting into the Christmas spirit.

Never let you go

Matt can't imagine living without you. But after a mission goes wrong, he's starting to gear he might have to.

In vino veritas

Sometimes alcohol makes us do stupid things and say things we never meant to say.

MASTERLIST

○ SERIES

○ ONESHOTS

Where the sky meets the sea

Having to move back home to help your grandfather as his health declines, your life changes forever when you meet a mysterious stranger.

○ SERIES

Someone new

[arcaneglitch]

How did you decide on naming your OCs?

ooh fun question!

so in terms of my Destiny OCs, I came up with names of my first 7 all at the same time (I knew I would eventually make them into a fireteam/clan in the series)

as for the individual names, it varies from character to character (this might get long so apologies in advance)

Main Destiny OCs

Harley, Fyr, Jade, Bazzle, Kaedro, Rogue, Rae, Kyler, Sarren -> I just liked the sound of the names and none of them were inspired by anything in particular

Liv -> named after Olivia Moore from iZombie

Kai -> Ninjago lol

Tristan -> named after Tristan Thorn from Stardust

Jesse -> Minecraft Story Mode reference

Seven -> hasn't actually appeared in anything outside of a oneshot but he was named that bc it was funny (Seven-11)

Ghosts

Prism (Harley's Ghost), Delta (Jade's Ghost), Felix (Kai's Ghost), Cable (Rogue's Ghost) -> just liked the name :)

Spark (Fyr's Ghost) -> it's a play on Fyr's name being similar to Fire (fire and spark lol)

Sway (Bazzle's Ghost) and Shard (Rae's Ghost) -> obscure reference to a Minecraft series where two friends would review adventure maps (the names come from a bow (named sway) and a sword (named shard) in one of the maps)

Jyn (Kaedro's Ghost) -> named after Jyn Erso from Rogue-1

Rhys (Liv's Ghost) -> named after Rhys Strongfork from Tales from the Borderlands (not BL3, didn't play that)

Trillian (Tristan's Ghost) -> named after Tricia McMillan from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Root (Jesse's Ghost) -> named after Root from Person of Interest

Bellerophon (Seven's Ghost) -> named after the Ancient Greek hero

BG3 OCs

Nico (High Elf Sorcerer) -> my first BG3 character and named after the name I'm thinking of going by as a sort of test-drive

Malryn Yril'Lysaen (Lolth-sworn Drow Cleric) -> product of research into Drow lore while looking for a good name

Aristaeus (Human Bard) -> named after a son of Apollo

tysm for the ask!!

[hart269]

A Timorous Task

(Oneshot)

Pairing : Tristan thorn x fem!reader

Summary : Asking someone on a date can be very nerve-wracking.

A/N : Please do not repost or translate my fics in any platform without my permission. Thank you for reading this. Your feedback is highly appreciated. Support me buying me a Ko-fi.

Masterlist

Y/N was very concentrated on arranging the cakes on the shelf before arranging the muffins on the counter in display. She worked at the local bakery where she was the cashier and sometimes baked goods.

She was deep in thought when suddenly she heard a low voice near her, "Hello, Y/N?"

She jumped a little and looked up staring at warm brown eyes which connected to a very flustered and adorable face. She hadn't heard the doorbell so she was quiet in shock.

Her wildly beating heart skipped a beat staring at the familiar face of no one other than Tristan Thorn. He visited quite often to buy bread and they talked a little everytime.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he apologized.

"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention. The usual?" she questioned smiling a bit.

"Yes" Tristan was quite a bit flustered staring at her, he always tried to find an excuse to visit the bakery when it was her shift.

They had talked a few times and he wanted to ask her on a date but chickened out every time, but he decided he was gonna do it now.

"Y/n"

"Yes" she looked directly at him smiling a sweet smile.

"Would you" his nerves were skyrocketing now.

"Yes" she encouraged him to complete the sentence.

"Would you mind ..giving me a muffin too?" he said pointing at the muffin"

"Sure" she replied. And he couldn't do it, saying his goodbyes to her he went out kicking himself for not asking her out.

It happened again, Y/N wasn't at the shift that time, Tristan was dejected not seeing her, a frown blooming on his face, which her co-workwer noticed, she knew about both of their silly crush which resulted in lots of teasing.

"She is in the back taking out some stuff" she smirked at him looking at his wandering eyes.

"I just wanted my order" he tried to act normal.

"Sure, i'll call her" she said anyway, which made him let out a sigh of relief.

While her co-worker just went inside and yelled, "Y/N, loverboy is here, I'm doing the inside job, deal with him"

Hearing that Y/N quickly went outside greeting him, "Tristan, you called for me"

"Yes, I did because you.. you know my order perfectly" he stammered.

"But you could have just said that to her" she said pointing behind her.

"Yes, but I wanted you...because you are a lot nicer than her"

"Oh, Thanks" she quietly said before packing his order.

Taking it, he looked at her before asking, "Y/N"

"Yes"

"Bye" he awkwardly waved at her.

"Bye, take care" she waved back.

"Will do" he sighed, another chance gone, maybe the next time.

This went on for a few days, Y/N also very much liked Tristan and was trying to figure out whether he liked her or not considering he sometimes acted weird around her.

One day she had gone out to get some fruits for the bakery when she bumped into Tristan.

"Hi Tristan"

"Y/N" he breathed.

"Where are you going in a hurry" she asked.

"Oh, nowhere, where are you going"

"Oh we had a order for fruit cake so i had to go shopping" she said looking at the basket.

Tristan's eyes shifted to the basket, "That looks heavy I can carry them for you"

"No, it's fine" she declined him.

"I insist" he said, she handed the basket to him honestly relieved from carrying the basket all the way back.

They kept walking the rest of the way laughing and talking about everything.

There were about to reach, and this was the perfect time.

"Would you go out with me" she suddenly said.

"What no" Tristan exclaimed

"Oh, that's fine" she said with a sad smile.

Realizing what he said he backtracked, "No, no, what I mean is Yes, I said no because I wanted to ask that and then you did so I panicked" he rambled.

"Yes, I would love to go out with you" he said that in a much calmer voice now.

"That's great" she sighed relieved she wasn't rejected.

"Your basket" he said handing over the basket.

"Thanks, see you later" she farewelled.

"No problem, later" he said kissing her cheek, which made her stumble back in shock making him chuckle.

Y/N was flustered as she returned getting to work which her co-worker noticed and teased her. Brushing her off she went back to work while staring at the window seeing Tristan sprint away.

Tristan went back running considering he had work he postponed to spend time with her, he was definitely gonna be in trouble but it was going to worth it.

[random-imagines-blog]

Curses, Boats and Stars {Tristan Thorn One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Word Count: 2810 Synopsis: A human and a star save you from a curse and reunite you with your father, but you gain so much more than that.

Once upon a time, in a fantasy world located beyond a wall from a quaint village, a witch had come across a youth who was browsing through the market alone, trying to find a piece of silk to give to her papa. Thinking that it was strange for a father to want a piece of silk, the witch grew suspicious of the girl and lured her to her caravan where someone she had once imprisoned was sitting still in a bird cage, able to do nothing but sing her bird song. The youth was taken with the bird, and with all things that flew, and claimed that she could fly too, and did so with her father all of the time. The witch scoffed, and put a curse on the youth. Instead of chaining her and forcing her to do her bidding, like the young Princess that she had, the youth turned old and aged, forced to keep telling her ‘lies’ to strangers for money. The same story over and over about how she could fly through the skies without wings of her own, and would be forced to stay this way until a kind soul would come along and give her the piece of silk that she had so desired.

Ditchwater Sal was the witch’s name and every night that you held your hand out and told your story to people heading for the marketplace, you cursed her name under her breath. You couldn’t be the bigger person here because you were caught up in this trap for many a year. You had almost lost count. Not a single person had a bit of silk on them that they would give to a poor, ugly, old begger who slept beneath the trees and lived off of bread and milk that was sometimes thrown to her in a whittled flask from Ditchwater Sal. You drank up each drop out of necessity, no matter how many times you got a sliver of wood stuck in your lips.

You hadn’t anticipated that it would take this long to get someone to give you a piece of silk, but twelve years had gone by. You only knew because you marked it off under the tree you slept under, using a pointed rock that you had found in the forests. It was your birthday, in fact. You made a line on the tree then hobbled your way to the road to try to attract anyone who was going to the town of Wall, or perhaps leaving it. Those who had passed by you before waved you away, not wanting to hear your fanciful tale of flying without wings, and looking for silk for your papa. With the age you looked - they doubted your parents were anything more than dust in the ground.

The road was well traveled today, many people coming to and fro, and you had told your story so many times that your throat had gone dry but there was no other story to tell. The sun was beating down on your back and so you sat down under the shade of a tree and drank the milk from the wooden flask. Your teeth caught the pieces of wood, every single one, due to experience.

Although your eyes had become weakened with the curse, they did rest on someone that you did not remember approaching before. You called out, “Boy, I have a story for you, and if you could give me some silk in return, any little bit will do.”

The young man came to a pause and looked forward as if he was in a hurry but curiosity over took him and he sat down on the cool grass for a moment, letting his feet rest. “I’d like to hear your story.” He told you.

And so you told him about how you had a father that flew through the sky, and you were often with him, and that no wings were required. Through snow and through rain you flew, no matter how soaked you became. And now you needed a piece of silk to return to your father so that he would be happy and you two could fly off again.

A strange feeling went through your fingers. Soft, smooth and slightly cold, it felt weightless in your palm. You jumped up in excitement, the arthritic knees cracking from being unused for so long. But they did not stay that way - as you cheered and danced in a circle to the surprise of the young man, your wrinkles disappeared, the glazed look over your eyes went away to reveal the true color, your hair went from grey to the original shade that it had been when you had met the witch and your body stopped the sagging to reveal fresh, young skin again. “Oh thank you!” You said, holding the silk to your face to feel it. “I’ve been trapped in that body, cursed to repeat the same story over and over until someone believed in me and would spare me this bit of fabric.”

You finally had a chance to look at who had saved you, and saw that it was a woman who had given you the bit of a silk. A beautiful woman with shining blonde hair and a blue gown with a bit ripped from the front. The fabric between your fingers was of the same material. Beside her was a man in distinguished dress and shaggy dark hair, along with a goofy smile. “Thank you, thank you.” You bowed your head.

“Who did this to you?” The blonde asked you kindly while the man seemed to be in awe of the magic that he had just seen. You caught his eye and then blushed, looking back to the beautiful woman.

“Ditchwater Sal, in the village. She thought that I was lying but my story is true. My father is-” You started but you were interrupted by the man.

“Captain Shakespeare?” He asked, which made you smile and nod.

“Do you know my father?” You asked. “Is he okay? It’s been so many years...”

“We just saw him!” The man said, enthusiastically. “Sorry - I’m Tristan, Tristan Thorn.”

“And I’m Yvaine,” The woman said kindly. You introduced yourself in return before imploring for more news about your father.

“He collects lightning, and is the captain of his ship.” Tristan said. “He seems to be in good health. Though he never mentioned a daughter.”

“He wouldn’t. He has many enemies, my father.” You said, breathing out. That little bit of news was reassuring - at the very least, he had never changed. “Is there anything I can do to thank you further for breaking my curse and for giving me this information? Now that I know he’s alive, I can find him again.”

Yvaine and Tristan looked at each other and then at me and then both of them broke out in grins. “I think I know where we can find him,” Tristan told me. “We were on our way back through to the forest to bring Yvaine home but after-”

“I’ll come with you.” Yvaine said, quickly. “It’ll be closer to home anyhow.”

“You’ll take me to him? Oh - that’s too much to ask for,” You started but then Yvaine shook her head.

“Everyone deserves to go home.” She said. As she smiled, her beauty was bewildering. She seemed to have a glow about her that you hadn’t seen in anyone in a long time. Unsure if it was just your eyesight getting back to normal after being cursed for so long or not, you agreed to let them take you to your father so that you may see for yourself that he is well, and bring him the piece of silk that had once belonged to him, according to Yvaine.

It took over two weeks for you to find your father. He had departed not long after Tristan and Yvaine were dropped off on Earth. Of course, none of you knew that he had been questioned by the Prince, but regardless - he had gone. You told your new friends that it was alright if they wanted to leave, you would get a room at the local inn until he would come back and sell his wares but Tristan insisted on staying with you.

“I’m not in a hurry to get anywhere.” He told you, a smile on his face. Truth be told, the two of you have been getting closer as of late. During the day, when Yvaine would sleep through the mornings, the two of you would talk for hours. You learned all about the woman that he had once cared about Victoria, and that he felt his feelings were dwindling. He told you about his father, about never knowing his mother, about the town that he wasn’t sure if he missed because this world was so wonderful! You talked about how your father had adopted you as a baby, how you grew up learning how to man the ship, how the lightning delighted you rather than scared you, and then how you ended up being cursed and what you had done all of your time as an old begger.

Yvaine had also told you her story but your favorite thing was listening to Tristan, who thought his life was boring but you thought it was fascinating. You, who had no time to be a normal child or a teenager at all. One moment you were young, the next you were old, then years later you were an adult. Nothing could bring back the time that you had lost but you liked to imagine that your life may have been a bit like Tristan’s.

Soon enough, you saw the boat descend upon the nearby waters and sail into port. You watched from the window and your heart sung with glee. You quickly awakened Tristan and Yvaine and then in your very modest grey dress which was all that you could get with what little money you  had, you ran towards Ferdy’s place of business, darting between people with the excitement of seeing your father again, your hand raised in the air with the piece of silk as if it were a beacon.

Tristan followed behind you, apologizing and pushing people out of the way to try and catch up to you, Yvaine on his heels. With the three of you running, it took no time at all for you to reach the ship and scramble on board to the surprise of the crew.

“Back already?” One of them, a swarmy looking man said, eyeing both Tristan and Yvaine.

“Hi!” You said, approaching him and shook his hand, which made him step back confused. “I’m looking for Captain Shakespeare? I’ve been waiting years to see him again. If you could tell him that I’m here please, my name is -” You said your name and a hush went across the ship. You looked around, startled by the quiet. “Am I on the wrong ship?” You asked, Tristan.

“You are not, dear girl.” A familiar, gruff voice said. Loud footsteps made their way across a plank onto the deck and there your father stood, looking proud and a little worse for wear but still as handsome as you remembered.

“Father!” You exclaimed, and ran into his arms. You blurted out everything, your entire story, and handed him the silk which you had not let leave your hands throughout the journey here. “I finally brought it home, thanks to Tristan and Yvaine,” You smiled at your friends.

Your father had happily embraced you back into his life, and was going to train you how to take care of the ship and be it’s Captain when he would either die or retire. The crew took to you well, giving you little head bows and was being very respectful to you. Your father introduced you to his closet full of beautiful gowns and you could wear whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. It was like a dream come true.

But you knew it could not last.

Yvaine and Tristan had come along, at least for a little while. But it was time for Yvaine to go home. They had gone to the town of Wall to find a special candle that would take her back home. She thanked Tristan with a lingering kiss on the cheek that made your stomach churn, though at the time you figured it was just because she had been a good friend to you. The two of you hugged, and then she went to the bow of the boat. You and Tristan sat down against the cabin, huddled together for warmth in the chilly night, the two of you sitting extremely close. At first you had felt cold but your blood felt warm as it traveled quickly through your veins. Tristan was having a strong effect on you.

Yvaine lit the candle and looked up towards the sky. That was the last you saw of her, unless you went star-gazing and tried to determine which star was her. It was something that you would do a lot, and when you would lie in your bed, you would look out that window and speak a little and hope that she would hear you. She had meant a lot to you, and a lot to Tristan, you could tell. It gave you that same weird feeling when you thought about them together before you had entered the picture.

When the boat docked again a few weeks later, you felt that you weren’t ready to say goodbye to Tristan. You didn’t want to. You were to stay on the ship with your family and continue your training and you were sure that he was going to go back across the Wall and go to his dearest Victoria, who he still talked about on the odd occasion.

The two of you met on the deck and you instantly gave his once thin and spindly frame a hug. “When you see Victoria again, you tell her - you tell her that she wasn’t worthy of a star in the first place,” You laughed, letting Tristan out of your embrace, but you kept your hands softly on his arms. “If she didn’t see you as being a star in yourself, she wouldn’t know any other star if it was right in front of her face.”

“I don’t think I’m going to go back,” Tristan said. He had returned the hug and now his hand was on your waist. He hadn’t seemed to notice - he normally got sheepish when the two of you were close together. It was nice ... you relished the feeling.

“After all of that talk about Victoria, you’re not even going to go and say goodbye?” You asked, furrowing your brow.

Tristan shrugged and looked back at the water, the wind blowing the hair out of his face. He looked like a prince in a fairytale at that moment. “I like it here. I can send messages to my dad through the wall guard, or he can come visit.”

“So you’re going to stay here... with me?” You questioned, not sure if he meant the world beyond the wall or on the boat.

“Aye aye, captain.” He teased, looking back at you.

“Good to know I already have a first mate,” You laughed and hugged him again. But this time, you didn’t let go right away. Your arms were around his neck and his were around your waist and you felt so very comfortable, moving didn’t seem like a good option. “I’m happy you decided that...” You whispered into his ear. “Saying goodbye would be impossible.”

“I don’t ever want to say goodbye to you.” Tristan whispered back. Over his shoulder, you could see the crew trying to get in close to hear what you were saying to one another and you giggled at how they were eavesdropping. Tristan was the one who broke away and looked over at them and laughed. “You mind keeping me on your crew?”

The guys all cheered, having enjoyed Tristan’s presence while he was on the boat, though he had spent the most time with you. You leaned in towards him, and rested your head on his shoulder, and lightly kissed his jaw. He held you close and kissed the top of your head.

There was no way that this wasn’t going to work out. There had been a curse, a damsel in distress, a handsome hero and even approval of the stars. It was the makings of a fairytale, and it was all yours.

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CHARLIE COX CHARACTERS | COLLECTION

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TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST

Characters Listed A - Z

Here you'll find all of my fics of the characters portrayed by Charlie Cox <3

🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content

MATT MURDOCK.

ONESHOTS.

Limerence - Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🩸🤧☔️🔮

“He could hear things happening a mile away, smell the hint of gunpowder before any shot was taken, you couldn’t run from him. Not as long as you lived in Hell’s Kitchen.”

If by chance - Matt murdock x fem!reader 🔮☔️

“you’ve been listening to him for months and one day, you finally meet him in person.”

Two Birds - Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🧁

“when you see a blind man head into an alleyway, you chase after him, assuming he’s lost. How were you supposed to know he would begin to climb up the building like a freaking goat?”

According to you- Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🔮☔️🤧

When you’re distraught by the things your boyfriend keeps on telling you, Matt, sensing your mood shift, offers you a shoulder to lean on and invites you over. When you finally open up to him and tell him what’s been happening, he’s furious. So he takes it upon himself to convince you that everything your “boyfriend” says is utter bullshit.

DRABBLES.

Untitled - Matt Murdock x fem!reader ☔️🔮

❝did i say you could speed up?  fuck me slowly like a good [chosen term] or i’ll make you stop completely.❞

Untitled 2 - Matt Murdock x fem!reader ☔️

❝ sit still at my feet and be a good [chosen term] until i’m finished working. if you make a noise without permission or move before i say so, i will add more time. do you understand? ❞

Midnight Love - Matt Murdock x gn!reader 🤧

❝  i don’t think i’m the best person for you,  i don’t.  but i do know i’m the one that can keep you safe  ❞

No Romeo - Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🤧

matt leaves you for electra.

MICHAEL KINSELLA.

DRABBLES.

Untitled - Michael Kinsella x fem!reader ☔️🔮

❝ come here. sit in my lap and tell me what you want,  [chosen term for sub]❞

Ends of the Earth - Michael Kinsella x gn!reader 🧁

You know what’s happening but you can't stop it. 

The world begins to shift around you, the walls of your shared apartment with Michael swirling, something is squeezing your heart as it painfully beats in your chest and your chest heaves. You stagger forward as you try to reach the couch but you can’t feel your legs nor your arms.

Moments - Michael Kinsella x fem!reader 🧁

michael kinsella taking reader out on a dinner date

OWEN SLEATER.

DRABBLES.

Painkillers - Owen Sleater x fem!reader ☔️🔮

"Owen has you laying on your stomach, your ass raised and his hand pressing down against the small of your back. It hurts, it hurts but it feels so good."

Pleaser - Owen Sleater x gn!reader 🧁

"Owen’s fingers graze upon the frame of your body. A subtle shiver runs up your spine as his lips find the crook of your neck, decorating your skin with soft, open mouthed kisses. You love this. Just laying with him, feeling each other’s presence, away from the chaos that lurks outside. He feels the goosebumps on your skin, humming as his hands travel down to your stomach. "

Fashion Drunk - Owen Sleater x fem!reader 🧁

"You flinch at first but the sense of relief immediately washes over you when you realize who the sultry voice belongs to; Owen Sleater."

EAT LOCALS HENRY.

DRABBLES.

Cherry - Henry x fem!reader ☔️🧁

The thick ropes dig into your skin as you look up from where you were seated. Henry, sits you down on a dusty, gross looking couch. He stands right across from you, gobbling you up with his mere gaze as he lights a cigarette that lays between his lips. Your pulse quickens, a sheer sweat coating your skin while you press your thighs together. Quickly averting your eyes, you swallow, breath stuttering as you try not to think about how his gaze burns you. 

TRISTAN THORN.

DRABBLES.

Paper Crown - Tristan thorn x fem!reader 🧁

"Due to your excitement you forgot one very important thing to bring to your date. 

A coat. "

[bermudas]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖟

back to the main masterlist.

lee sangyeon.

façade 

drabble | gender neutral reader, angst, fantasy, royalty au, arranged marriage

‘‘i don’t feel… whatever it is i’m supposed to feel for you, so let it go.”

kim younghoon. 

break your rules

oneshot | gender neutral reader, fluff, minimal angst, best friends to lovers, fake dating, high school au

fake dating your best friend is never ideal, falling in love with him even less so, but sometimes, it all works out for the best.

crimson clover

drabble | gender neutral reader, fluff, angst, fantasy au, royalty au, knight x royal, secret relationship, forbidden love, insp. “the great war” & tristan and iseult

an act of service is an act of love—in which younghoon has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, even before he became your knight 

lee juyeon.

crown of thorns; teaser

series | female reader, fantasy, suggestive, faerie au, royalty au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, insp. the cruel prince

faerieland is no place for mortals. having lived there your whole life, you should know this better than anyone. yet, despite your mortality, despite the cruel dispositions of the fae, you’re determined to win a place in the high court. and no one, not even a stubborn prince, is going to stand in your way.

kevin moon.

bitter/sweet

drabble | gender neutral reader, fluff, angst, royalty au, secret relationship, insp. the irregulars

“you know, i was thinking of kissing you, but now i’m not gonna.”

“well, i suppose i have to kiss you, then.”

choi chanhee.

under all this

drabble | gender neutral reader, fluff, minimal angst, best friends to lovers

“i’m not worthy of anybody’s love.” 

“that’s not true, you’re worthy of mine.”

kim sunwoo.

vanilla salt

oneshot | gender neutral reader, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, matchmaker au, high school au

the entire school thinks you’re in love with kim sunwoo, but only you and sunwoo seem to know that’s not the case. 

upcoming works.

[kelekiahshadya]

Valentine Fandom Meme

I’m eternally late to the game since Valentine’s Day was a week and a half ago, but I saw this ask meme, and I couldn’t help myself. Since I never get asks, I’ve decided that I’m going to treat it like a meme on its own. Taken from courierhawk’s reblog; original questions from thevirdirthara. Also, apologies in advance. I use a mix of dub/sub names.

Yu-Gi-Oh

Your favorite non-canon ship?

Considering there’s only one, maybe two ACTUAL canon ships, just about any of my ships are valid, though there are slightly more canon ships if you look at the anime instead of the manga. That being said, Polar (MaiXJoey) is probably my favorite non-canon ship. I know, I know, age difference and it’s not present in the manga and blah blah blah, but I don’t care. I love Polar to death.

Is there a ship you didn’t like at first but ultimately started shipping?

Thorn (AnzuXYamiMarik) is a ship I never would’ve considered ever because I don’t ship Yami Marik with anyone, but one fic on fanfiction.net caught my attention, and my secret love for Thorn was born. Honestly, though, it has to be extremely specific circumstances for me to ship this—pretty much only if Yami Marik is human.

What is the rarest rare pair (that you ship)?

Probably Timid (SerenityXYugi). I’m not certain I’ve ever seen content for this ship anywhere. I’m surprised I even know its name. But if I think about it too long, it becomes super cute. A close tie might be Soft (SerenityXRyou) because it is also quite cute. I like cute things.

Name a popular ship you don’t get the appeal of.

Death (YamiMarikXRyou) and Puppy (SetoXJoey). As I said before, I can’t pair Yami Marik with anyone (except Anzu under special human circumstances), and even if I did, Ryou would be one of the last people I’d choose. Under certain circumstances, like years later when they’re both adults, I can maybe see Seto and Joey EVENTUALLY getting along, but as far as I’m concerned, Puppy is not a ship that would ever work. Just, no.

What is your most fluffy + happy ship?

With the power of fanfic, I can make any ship fluffy and happy. As far as pure canon is concerned, I don’t think one exists. So, with the power of my fanfic abilities, I declare that the fluffiest and happiest ship I have is Sibling (SerenityXMokuba). There might be a little angst in this relationship just because their brothers don’t get along, BUT! These two are precious fluffy babies.

What is your most angsty ship?

With the power of fanfic, I can make any ship angsty XD AUs are a particular specialty of mine in this case. Combining both canon with possible AUs, I’d have to say Manipula (AnzuXMarik) just because, canonically, there’s a lot of potential bad blood between them because of what Marik did to her and Joey and Yugi, and Marik’s not exactly a goody-two-shoes either.

A non-canon ship that should be canon?

Sibling because I consider Peach (AnzuXYugi) almost canon, and Sibling is almost the next best thing. I mean, I do ship her with Duke and Tristan, both of which are kinda canon if you look at the manga and anime respectively, but I love Sibling too much to ignore it in this question.

Your oldest ship; the one you’ve shipped for the longest time?

Peach was my first OTP in the YuGiOh franchise, and I still ship it to this day.

What ship represents the kind of relationship you’d love to have?

Peach again. I think the most important part of a romantic relationship is friendship. If you’re not besties with your significant other, then I don’t believe the relationship will work out as well. I want to be able to be myself around my significant other, and I want to be understood by them. I feel like Peach embodies this well.

Is there a ship that makes your skin crawl?

I have never been nor will ever be super comfortable with yaoi and yuri ships, but they’re not so bad as to make my skin crawl, but incest will forever make me sick, and so will pedophilia. NO THANK YOU.

What is a character you can only imagine in one particular ship?

Surprise, surprise, it’s Joey. Blame it on the lack of female characters available in YuGiOh, but I have only ever shipped him with Mai. The only way Joey gets any love in my writing/headcanons is if there are OCs involved, assuming he’s not already paired with Mai.

What is your favorite canon ship?

Rose (CeceliaXPegasus). I’m super sad that it ended so badly in canon because they are adorable, and one of my ultimate favorite YGO pairing fanarts is for this ship.

Name a ship that deserved more content.

Peach if only because I want to see them actually get together. I think that because friendship is a super focus of YuGiOh as a whole, we got a lot less romantic content than we otherwise might have liked, but that’s okay with me. That’s why fanfiction/fanart exists XD

Is there a ship you feel gets undeserved hate in fandom?

Depends on what corner of the fandom you’re in. I personally hate it when people hate on Anzu, no matter the ship she might be in, especially when they hate on her in favor of their yaoi pairings. That’s super unfair to Anzu as a character since she’s awesome and one of my favorite female characters of all time.

What is the first ship you had?

I already mentioned this in the oldest ship question, but I’ll say it again—Peach.

Is there a ship that made you realize something about yourself?

I don’t know if I can cite a specific ship, but shipping in YuGiOh is what made me realize that I like character/ship potential almost more than I like ships themselves, hence why I multiship. Because of this realization and multishipping in YuGiOh, I’ve been able to extend that to other fandoms, especially Harry Potter.

Is there a type of ship you always go for?

Depends on the situation. I’m a sucker for strong female characters who could be paired with lots of guys because I’m such a multishipper, and I love cute fluffy pairings. I do like ships with interesting conflict, but the fluffy ones always get me.

Is there a ship the writers have ruined for you?

Not that I can think of. I mean, almost no ships are canon in YuGiOh, so rather than “ruining” ships, it’s mostly just unknown for the various potential ships.

Is there a ship the fandom has ruined for you?

Not really. I already had my reasons for not shipping certain ships, and I’ve never been turned away from a ship I already shipped. I will say, though, that I wish people would tag their freakin’ ships so that I don’t have to see stuff on my dash that I don’t ship.

Have you ever created fan created content for a ship?

Yes. I’ve never drawn any of my YuGiOh ships, but I have written a couple oneshots for Peach and one for Polar. I’ve also referenced/included the following ships in stories focused on OC ships: Peach, Polar, Ardent (SerenityXTristan), Kiddy (RebeccaXMokuba), Half (MihoXRyou), Tie (MihoXTristan), Azure (AnzuXSeto), and Sedate (SerenityXMarik).

Favorite thing you’ve ever created for a ship?

Do children count? Or grandchildren? My YuGiOh OC story has an entire second and third generation to follow. I have children/grandchildren for the following ships: Peach, Polar, Ardent, Kiddy, and Half.

Is there a ship you’ll never admit you have?

No. I’m not ashamed of my ships. I admit that I don’t talk about some of them as much, but that doesn’t mean I don’t ship them or that I’m afraid to admit it.

Have you ever started shipping a ship because of the fans?

Yes. It wasn’t until fandom hit really hard in recent years that Sibling joined my roster of ships.

What is one scene you want to see happen for all your ships?

A proposal. Is that cliché? I don’t care XD

Is there a ship you wish you didn’t know existed? 

Any incest ships. I don’t know why they exist or if there are people who ship them, but I wish they’d never been conceived (the ships, not the people).

Name a ship that ended like you wanted it to.

Considering both canon ships ended in death, I’m gonna say none of them. All my ships end nicely in my head.

Name a ship that deserved better in the end.

Rose and Mizu (KisaraXSeth). Both of these ships ended in tragedy, and it makes me so sad. I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY.

Is there a character you have several ships for?

Oh yes. Many of them. I’m a multishipper XD I have Anzu in the most ships. My Anzu ships are Azure, Host (AnzuXRyou), Manipula, Peach, Persevere (AnzuXDuke), Thorn, and Vex (AnzuXYamiBakura).

What is the ship you ignore 98% of canon for?

I don’t ignore canon, I bend canon *coughAUISMYFRIENDcough* Okay, okay, maybe my two Miho pairings, Half and Tie. Not much info is given in the manga except that Tristan/Honda has a crush on her and that she’s kinda shy, and she doesn’t exist in DM. I ignore season 0 super hardcore when it comes to Miho. To be perfectly honest, she almost feels more like an OC most days.

Is there a ship you like but you dislike the fandom?

Not really. It’s usually the other way around ’cause I love my YuGiOh friends, but most of them ship stuff I don’t.

If you’re curious about the bajillion other ships I ship that I haven’t mentioned, or if you’re wondering what het ships I don’t ship (since I’ve already ruled out all yaoi, yuri, and incest), or if you want to rant about ships we share, feel free to drop me an ask! I enjoy talking about my ships~

[websterss]

TRISTAN THORN

SERIES: ‣ The Love That Was All Along | Part 2 | Part 3 ✻ 

ONESHOTS: ‣ Coming Soon

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Charlie Cox Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Matt Murdock

Series -

Velnias

Oneshots -

His Saving Grace (Earth-65)

A dreary night

A savoury moment

Ready for Work

Partners in Vigilantism / Partners in Life

An Enchanting Voice

As I Perish

Casualties

Irked

You are Evil

Headcanons -

Matt Murdock x teen!vigilante reader (platonic)

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Tristan Thorn

A Timorous Task

[random-imagines-blog]

Upcoming Oneshots

Just to keep myself and my requests in order (And so you know I’m not ignoring you!):

Two Lestat De Lioncourt Davey Havok Tristan Thorn Toni Topaz multi-chapter story.

Feel free to send in more requests! I’ll be working hard on these in the meantime. <3