#imagine scenarios

[remae-freyae]

A Villain’s Kindness

You had done the impossible before—fought for kids the world had long forgotten, convinced stubborn officials to make exceptions, and made miracles happen where there were none. But this? This was a new level of ridiculous. Finding The ShadowBlade was no easy feat. The notorious criminal mastermind was more of a phantom than a man, slipping through the cracks of law enforcement like smoke. But when ten-year-old Ava—frail, bright-eyed, and hooked up to more machines than any child should be—whispered her dying wish to meet him, you knew you’d move mountains to make it happen. It had taken weeks of digging, calling in favors you didn’t have, and pushing through doors that should have remained shut. And now, finally, you were staring at a scrawled phone number on a napkin, the ink threatening to smudge from the sweat on your fingertips. You dialed. A deep voice answered, laced with irritation. “Who is this?” You took a breath. “My name is—” “Don’t care. How did you get this number?” “I need to talk to you,” you pushed on. “It’s important.”

“I doubt that.” “It’s for a child," she said quickly. A pause. Not long, but long enough for you to press on. “She’s sick,” you said, voice softer. “She doesn’t have much time, and her last wish is to meet you.” Another pause. Then, “...If this is some ploy to get me caught—” “It’s not for me,” you interrupted. “Not for anyone else. It’s for her. A ten-year-old girl who sees something in you the rest of the world doesn’t.” A slow exhale. He was considering it. “Please,” you added. “You can say no, but you’d be breaking a dying kid’s heart. And for what? Because you want to keep up an image?” Silence stretched between you, tense and uncertain. Then, begrudgingly, “Fine.”

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The Hospital Visit

When Lucian Graves—The ShadowBlade—arrived at the hospital, you expected chaos. Panic. Fear. Instead, the people who were there stared. Not in horror, not in disgust, but in something softer. Warmer. Recognition. Most of the children in this ward were orphans, kids abandoned by the system and left to fend for themselves. The fact that someone—anyone—had shown up for one of them was rare. The fact that it was him? It was unheard of. You met him in the hallway, arms crossed as you took him in. Dark clothing, sharp eyes, presence imposing yet… not unwelcome. “You actually came,” you murmured. His gaze flickered over you. “I said I would.” “Well, I had to bribe, threaten, and beg a lot of people to get this visit cleared, so I appreciate the follow-through." she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. He huffed, something close to amusement, and followed you down the hall. Ava was waiting in her bed, small fingers twitching in excitement. When she saw him, her entire face lit up. “Oh my gosh!” she gasped, eyes wide. “You’re really here!” Lucian hesitated, clearly unsure how to react to such genuine joy directed at him. “Yeah, kid,” he said finally, stepping closer. “I’m here.” She beamed, practically vibrating despite her weak body. “I knew you weren’t as bad as they say! You’re too cool for that.” Lucian blinked, clearly thrown. You suppressed a smile. “She’s been telling everyone for weeks that you’re just misunderstood.” His gaze flicked to you, something unreadable in it. “That so?” Ava nodded vigorously, launching into a breathless list of why she thought he was the best villain—his escape skills, his intelligence, his dramatic speeches. He listened, nodding along, clearly overwhelmed but not shutting her down. Something in him shifted as she spoke, as he took in the warmth of the room—the awe, the admiration, the sheer happiness he had brought just by showing up. He was confused by it. Confused, but… delighted? By the time she needed to rest, he was seated beside her bed, his usual sharp edges softened. He leaned back, exhaling slowly as you watched him. “You don’t have to stay much longer,” you told him. He glanced at you, something considering in his gaze. Then, after a beat, he said, “I don’t mind.” You tilted your head. “You’re not as heartless as the world thinks you are, are you?” He scoffed, but the usual bite wasn’t there. “Don’t start.” You smirked. “Yes, sir.” A flicker of something crossed his face. He studied you, then exhaled. “Lucian.” You blinked. He looked away, jaw tensing. “My name is Lucian.” Something warm settled in your chest. “Nice to meet you, Lucian.”

[smutszn]

Meeting at the bookstore

the first time you see luigi, you're at the hawaii public library returning your overdue books. you think "that guy is really attractive, but not my type." he looks like a total surfer bro. cute, but a bro. probably works in finance and is on his eat, pray, love trip in hawaii

next weekend, your friend wants to get a book to read on the beach. you love bookstores, so of course you say yes. to your surprise, you see the surfer guy from the library there again. you recognize him because of his distinctive eyebrows and his confident aura.

you make eyes with him, and he seems to have a look of recognition too. he's cute, you can't help but notice, but you're too chicken to do anything. did he look at me? you second guess yourself. just when you think it's all in your head, he puts down the book he was looking at and joins you by the contemporary fiction section, standing right next to you.

"hi, what are you reading?"

you flip over the book. kind of stunned and not even sure what you were looking at. "intermezzo, this new sally rooney book. i'm a big fan of her books."

"i've actually read her other books too," he chimes in.

you're a bit surprised, but of course he would. you feel yourself heating up. you're not used to this sort of attention. you wonder where your friend is.

"are you going to get it?," he asks

"i'm only allowing myself to buy one book, otherwise i'll be poor," you laugh. "so...no. i have my eye on "the backyard birds chronicles" by amy tan. i might get intermezzo from the library when they have it in stock." you show him the book that's by your side.

"well, i'm going to get it," he smiles sunnily. "so who can i thank for making a good book suggestion?"

"y/n," you extend your hand. "nice to meet you"

he shakes it. he has a nice firm shake.

"nice to meet you too, hopefully i'll see you around," he flashes a charming smile, winks and goes to the cash register.

that was a really nice encounter, you think. it was light-hearted, fun. flirtatious? would be nice to have more of that.

you go look for your friend. she's already rung up and waiting for you, flipping through her purchase, fourth wing.

"oh y/n," she says as you two are walking to the beach, "i forgot to tell you, but this cute guy with curly dark hair gave me this book to give to you. i asked him if he was sure this was for you and he said your name, so i figured i should just take it."

it's the copy of intermezzo you left on the table. your jaw drops.

you're at the beach, excited to dive into a new book. you look at "the backyard bird chronicles" but then decide against it. as a gift to the mystery boy, you'll read intermezzo first.

you open the book and on the inside cover you see scrawled

you never asked me my name. it's luigi. and you never asked me my phone number. call me maybe?

Who wants to continue my fluff?

[queenie-the-court-jester]

imagine #1

you just finished fucking around with Mimi and Riley. Your nightly fuck sessions if you will. You were spent so you got up to use the bathroom, not noticing Mimi had that certain glint in her eye as you turn your back.

Just as you finished washing your hands, you hear the most pained Yelp from Riley. Slowly turning around, Mimi was sucking him off. Except.. she was biting his cock like a chew toy. She was even growling like a feral dog!

You quickly rushed over and tried coercing her to let go. Finally releasing Riley's dick, you saw it had bright red bite marks and was leaking a little blood. It's going to be a looong night of waiting in the ER...

[insuke69]

/|MILES 42 HEADCANNONS P4|\

birthday edition

Warnings: Idk I'll just put in the warnings here if there are any. In this one the reader is younger than Miles (but turning 15 like him)

Implied female reader ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

If its a school day then he is taking a cupcake with a lil itty baby candle, He took a lighter to light it and got yelled at.

Would use it as an excuse to shower you with gifts or things you wouldn't let him buy you (his family is STRUGGLING, he isn't rich but he still wants you spoiled.)

one hundred percent woulding fucking smoosh your head into the cake. -If you're mexican, that 'Que la muerda' tradition to bite the cake: He would take that chance, if he actually ruins your cake or makeup (if you wear any) then he apologizes a million times and offers to get you a whole new cake + Makeup kisses <3

HE REMEMBERS THE BIRTHDAY, he deadass only watched you put in a school survey where you put in your birthday and remembered since.

He wanted to do that prank where he pretended to not remember or something but it was hard to because of your passive aggressive quips about your birthday/age. Plus, he'd feel bad, knowing others probably wouldn't say or do much anyways.

Scenario (idk angst? just some boohoo about birthdays and Miles lighting it up by being himself) There you were: The day you waited all year for, Your Birthday! Except.. Oh? Mom or Dads alarm didn't go off to make that birthday breakfast that was a tradition at that point, that's fine, I'll have breakfast at school. Damn, it's raining, It's okay! I love the rain.! Fucking hell, the bus is full, never mind that, I'll just uhm.. stand aside in the full bus--getting shoved so people could exit or get on. Finally at scho- FUCK I stepped in a puddle, my sock is now wet in my shoe, It's alright, I'll get over it. Walking into school wanting a fresh vibe: Clothes moist and hair damp. You walk up to your small friend group, Half expecting them to joke about you being old since you were the youngest of the group.. nothing, like a normal day as they tease you for looking so wet from the rain and not a single mention of happy birthday. did they forget? Naw they are probably planning something.. right? Almost lost in thought without your friend group noticing you felt a hand yank your arm which pulled aside and into a warm loving hug. Miles! His comfortable embrace just ignoring how wet you were by the rain because you walked from the bus stop to your school, Visions academy. "Miles, Hey! What's with all th-" Before you could finish your statement he pulls back and opens his backpack to take out a red velvet walmart cupcake along with a small purple wax birthday candle. Still not having said a word but was visibly excited by that silly grin he always had when he knew you were going to love something. He sticks the candle into the icing of the cupcake and pulled out a black lighter to light the candle. "Happy Birthday, Finally, it's tiring to always say my girl is younger." Miles jokes playfully as he holds out the birthday cupcake to you.

If it isn't a school day then you wake up to see a text from Miles: "Hey mami, u up????" "I JUST woke up" "why?" "Get ready, we're going out, I'll be there in about 2 hours" The day followed to being out with Miles, he took you out for breakfast, went with you and your family to birthday lunch and your small family get together at the end of the day, there was not a moment where he wasn't by your side.

______________________________________________________________ @sukioyakio part four

[cringebucket]

Disappointed with the new season of Doctor Who, I decided to fantasize about how it could be done better

[multiverseeee]

Random Mikaelson Imagine

Niklaus: I love my siblings equally, I promise.

Kol: We were attacked..

Niklaus: WHAT??? Is Rebekah okay?? What about Elijah and Freya?? Are they alright?

Kol: Yeah, I’m alright too. Thanks for asking.

EXTRA: 

Freya: So you guys need to protect Finn, and do not have him killed while i’m gone, okay?

Kol: What did she say to do?

Elijah: I’m not sure, I think it was make sure Finn was killed while she’s gone.

Niklaus: Huh? Okay copy that.

Finn: WAIT- NO SHE SAID DONT GET ME KILLED??

[datauthorress]

imagine...

you just had a horrible breakup with your boyfriend, who you found out had been cheating on you because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. you were a virgin and he had been your first serious relationship and you hadn't felt ready to have sex yet.

you're out having lunch by yourself at your favorite cafe when you notice an older man, early 40's perhaps, sit down across from you.

you immediately recognized him.

your ex's father.

and you couldn't help but be amazed by how handsome he was.

he smiled at you softly. "i heard my son was rather cruel to you, y/n. i'm sorry he was so heartless. you deserve so much more than him."

he reached over and gently touched your hand with calloused fingertips, warm and strong against your flesh. "if you ever need anything, you can count on me,"

[thewolffairytaler]

How wholesome would it be to have Bobby Cobb as your father?

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Imagine this with me, folks: How would it be like to have Bobby Cobb as your father? To be a youthful daughter of Jules and Bobby before they get a divorce. This child, being a decade younger than Travis and adores Bobby. She had always been a daddy's girl. So when the divorce did happen, she got really sad that she didn't see him as often, yet whenever Bobby would swing by or stick around, she would always make it her first priority to give him a big clingy hug. Maybe some nuzzling for the reason that she has a thing to get all cuddly with people that she loves.

Himbo Papa loves both of his children, even though one of them just so happens to be his favourite. Despite that Bobby could embarrass her at times (if not both of her parents), she dosen’t shy away from being with him in public. Dosen’t even complain staying in the boat with him for a sleepover whenever her and Travis are there, she sees it fun in a way. Like glamping, but in a boat that's not moving anywhere.

Would it be more reasonable that the daughter exists because she was unplanned, too? She just occurred one day, and Jules dosen’t remember when or exactly how, but it is confirmed that she's Bobby's daughter. Who knows? But it would make more sense as to why she was, instead of both of them wanting a second child one day.

If anybody wants to use this idea, you're more than welcome to do that. I am not stopping you. Just make sure to credit me for the idea. That's all I ask for, I hope you enjoyed this imagining scenario.

[queendynamight2001]

The sexual tension between you and your academic rival ( secret crush ) when the teacher calls both of you infront of the whole class to solve a hard math problem.

[remae-freyae]

Y/N’s POV

The dream always ended the same way.

A dark forest, dense with mist. The scent of rain, earth, and something else—something familiar, something forbidden. A whisper in the wind, calling her name like a long-lost melody.

And then—him.

Eyes like molten silver. A voice like velvet and sin. Hands that burned even as they held her with the gentlest touch. A promise, spoken in a language she didn’t remember knowing.

"I will find you. In every life, I will find you."

Y/N jolted awake, her heart hammering against her ribs. The dream was becoming more vivid, more insistent. It was no longer just fragments of a forgotten life; it was a memory clawing its way to the surface.

And she wasn’t alone. She felt it—the cold weight of a gaze, lingering, unseen.

Outside, beyond her window, the night was unnaturally still. Shadows pooled in the corners of the street, stretching toward her, beckoning.

And then she saw him.

A figure standing beneath the streetlamp, his presence commanding, his silhouette draped in darkness. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak.

But she knew.

It’s him.

The man from her dreams.

The man from a past she shouldn’t remember.

And he had finally found her.

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Lucian’s POV

Her dreams were his map.

Each night, he slipped into the space between shadows, following the echoes of her memories—their memories. The ones she didn’t even realize were hers.

She dreamed of forests long turned to dust, of whispered vows spoken beneath a blood-red moon. She dreamed of his touch, of his voice, of the life they had once lived before fate tore them apart. And with every dream, she led him closer.

Lucian had spent centuries chasing ghosts, searching for the soul that had once been his. He had watched countless women wear her face, but none had carried the weight of her soul.

Until now.

Until Y/N.

The first time he felt it—a pulse of something ancient and familiar thrumming through the night—he knew.

She had returned.

And she was dreaming of him.

Lucian had tracked her across cities, following the fragments she left behind—whispers of déjà vu, fleeting moments of recognition in her eyes when she woke. She was running, though she didn’t know from what. From him.

But there was nowhere left to run.

Now, he stood outside her window, unseen, watching as she stirred in her sleep. He didn’t need to be inside to know what she saw behind her closed eyes.

Him.

His hands cradling her face. His lips brushing over hers. His voice, low and reverent, promising, "I have finally found you.. soon, we will meet again."

Lucian let out a slow breath.

Tonight, she would wake.

And this time—

She would remember.

[smutszn]

Bookish scenarios with Luigi (Part 2)

📚

You first met him in the campus library when you were the last two people doing work at night

He was in a bookstore standing next to you browsing books. You saw he was looking at a historical romance (!) that you just finished and recommended it. He smiled, and said "I don't really read in this genre, but I'll buy it because you said so"

For your birthday, he got you a cake with your favorite male mmc plastered on the top. You're so delighted, and he's grinning widely from how insanely happy you are

You tell him that you have this habit of writing little lines of poetry. He asks whether you can read it. You say yes even though some of it embarrassing about him

What's the one-shot you would make about him?

[oddlylovingaddiction]

Heavy rain is so nice especially if you just imagine it’s weekend and you’re relaxing in bed cuddled up to your lover or your friend, just existing no expectations… they just gently rub your back comfortingly every stressors or traumatic events just gone. Existing in each other’s space. And if you’re feeling anxious in the silence you can just hear the rain dripping. Maybe later on you’ll both do a cozy bed activity… maybe watching a movie or something else entirely. The world is just quiet but the rain.

Feel free to imagine whoever you want ♡

[leigha4evr]

Wait...

y/n = your name

c/n = crushes name

You were at a fall festival talking with your bsf when she suddenly stops and tells you to turn around. Behind you is your crush and his friend laughing and absentmindedly walking toward you and your bsf. As they get closer you here your crushes friend say "I'm gonna tell her." and your crush yells "No!" out of nowhere your crushes friend comes running toward you and your crush isn't far behind looking slightly irratated. You can't help but notice how cute he looks when he's upset. His friend finally gets to you and says "y/n guess what" Your crush yells "y/n whatever he's gonna say isn't true." Then his friend says "c/n likes you." you look up at your crush and he's just shaking his head. you get up and start to walk away fighting tears. if what he said isn't true that means c/n doesn't like you. you keep walking until you here a voice yell "y/n wait..." It was c/n "yeah?" you say softly. "I didn't know he was gonna say that, the truth is i do like you" he says "really?" you say "yeah, alot" then he leans down and kisses you.

[ananiel]

Imagine having a clock, one that looks from the 1800, a pocket watch if You may. It never tells You the right time, and the time changes itself very often, no matter if You tried to make it show the right time or not.

The watch is an object of the omen of death itself, one of the 4 horseman. It tells whenever someone's time is up, the clock striking 12:00 when the time of the person is up. You don't know how or where they die, but You know when they die. Maybe after a while You can check with people You love and see their time and try to save them from iminent death, maybe You chose to hide the watch as deep in the woods as You can, only to find out that it appeared right next to You the moment You were sure it was gone. A mockery of the gods put over You i suppose would be a fitted name for it.

So Will You my dear, grow into insanity trying to get rid of the watch, or Will You accept it and use the granted Power to your advantage?

[dazaisprettywhore]

Content indicating smut read at your own risk.

Being an honest and an innocent angel in this world full of demons waiting to devour you at any chance.

Survival is hard for sure, your sweet personality attracting people of all sorts.

The worst part of all, even after being the sweetest you still fall in love with the worst.

Epitome of evil, the devil

You're aware of the risks and your wrong doings

But it's pure love, something you've never felt before.

This feeling feels so new, such a hit of dopamine, the one that you never felt before.

You understand this is wrong falling for evil is not okay, but you can't help but fall.

As you fall more your purity is snatched,angel remains just a title which has now become "fallen angel"

The evil, however loves this too much. For a sweet thing like yourself to become the prey of his misdeeds, the apple of his eye, his beloved fallen angel who he wants to shower with everything he owns.

Even he knows you'll be banished for this crime but he does not care, he's evil and blind in love and go to any lengths for you to remain his.

Even if it means you'll lose your purity and remain a fallen angel.

He's willing to take everything away from you if it means you're his. He's selfish but you cannot see this can you?

You're blind in love and still diving deep into this hell.

Being aware that suffering awaits you, but it's the first time feeling something like this, you don't want to stop or you cannot stop.

The devil loves you too much, he took away your purity. Explored you inside out, touched you where not even the wind has.

His touches, soft and gentle words feel like everything you need.

You know this is wrong and you know you should run but it's too good to let go.

This love is so wrong but then again it's the Devil, he does not know what's wrong or right.

He's just mad, absolutely mad.

You're already stuck in this hell and will always be.

Broken, tarnished and a fallen angel.

But you'll always remain his beloved.

He'll always be there to touch you, comfort you,break you but he will be there to love you.

It's not some fairytale but the story of the broken angel.

[multiverseeee]

incorrect mikaelson quotes

Hope: AUNT FREYA!! HELP AUNT REBEKAH TRYNA KIDNAP ME

Freya: Wait WHAT??

Rebekah: I’M NOT? THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HOPE?? YOU THREW AN EGG AT ME IN ONE OF MY BEST DRESSESS??

Hope: I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY DAD??

Freya: YOU TWO!! CALM IT

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Freya: REBEKAH WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY HERBS??

Rebekah: I DIDN’T TOUCH THEM?? ASK SOMEONE ELSE!

Hope: *watches from a distance casting a spell with Freya’s herbs* 

Rebekah: ASK HOPE OR DAVINA MAYBE?

Freya: DAVINA! HAVE YOU SEEN MY HERBS?

Davina: NO SORRY

Freya: HOPE WHERE ARE YOU? I HAVE A QUESTION

Hope: *finishes the spell quickly and walks in* Yes Aunt Freya? 

Freya: Have you seen some herbs i left on the table?

Hope: NoOoO *looks really guilty*

Freya: HOPE ARE U KIDDING ME? *starts chasing Hope around*