#jinx x gn!reader

[fortunxa]

Jinx with a drummer!reader

H E A D C A N O N S

╰┈➤ requested

Jinx x gn!reader

cw: mildly suggestive themes

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Jinx would absolutely think that playing the drums is easy at first.

She thought it was cool, but she wasn’t overly impressed.

That was until she heard you play.

Cue her raised eyebrows and curious smirk.

She tries it for herself just to make sure, but once she realizes that her playing doesn’t sound even remotely close to yours, that seals the deal.

This made her have a more analytical approach while watching you play. She wanted to understand the complexity of playing the drums.

She started noticing the rhythm and coordination, the timekeeping, the patterns and techniques, and it fascinated her.

She definitely appreciated your skill more after that.

Jinx would randomly come over, take a seat on the stool, and start hitting your drums as a way to relieve her tension.

She likes how the percussions drown out the voices, similar to her bombs.

So you let her, but a part of you would be worried about her damaging the set with how angry she could get.

She actually cracked your cymbal once and almost cried.

– “I didn’t mean to! I swear, I didn’t mean to!”

You had to comfort and reassure her that it happens sometimes, even to you.

She helped you repair it, of course, but she still gifted you a replacement for good measure.

After this, Jinx wanted you to teach her how to play. She said she was just itching to pick up a new skill, but she mostly wanted to learn how to properly care for your drum set so she could keep using it without the fear of damaging it.

She listens attentively while you show her the basics.

With her newfound understanding, she’s actually not half bad for a beginner. She picked up the rhythm quickly, and she already had natural coordination.

But this just inflated her ego.

– “Ha! Told you it was easy.”

She doesn’t mean what she says, she just loves to tease you.

You keep your worn-out drumsticks for her to snap in half when she gets upset.

The sight of you playing the drums turns her on.

The way you sit on your stool, looking so laid-back and confident. The way your arms tense ever so slightly as you play so effortlessly, lost in your own world.

It’s over if you start spinning your drumstick between your fingers.

Whenever she catches you lying on your stomach, she will pounce and start “drumming” on your backside.

You’ve become used to it after a while, so you just continue whatever you were doing and let her do her thing.

She will sometimes sit on your lap while you play, not caring if it distracts you. She just wants to be close.

Or she will straddle your lap and start kissing your neck, smirking to herself as she hears your playing falter while you get lost in the sensation.

– “Don’t mind me. Continue,” she’d murmur against your neck.

– “You’re such a tease.”

Jinx was slightly jealous when you told her about your small band. She wanted you all to herself, after all.

But, surprisingly, she didn’t try to pull you away from it either. She knew how much being able to express yourself through your music meant to you.

So, she settled on being there for you during your rehearsals.

She was, of course, analyzing the band’s dynamics, too, and taking notes of how the other members treat you.

Each glance, touch, and praise from them ignited her jealousy, but she remained collected, wanting to trust you.

But she’ll remind you, in more ways than one, that you’re hers after the rehearsal.

Jinx was the one to convince Silco to let your small band play at The Last Drop.

She wanted you to get some recognition, and she also wanted to show you off.

Silco protested at first, wanting only the best of the best to play at the bar, but her relentless arguments finally made him crack.

She obviously helped you transport your drum set and get set up.

The night of your first gig, you were nervous—and that’s putting it lightly. You didn’t want to disappoint the Eye of Zaun, after all.

But Jinx kept reassuring you, and when it was time for you to play, she was right there in the front row.

The patrons’ curious eyes had your heart thudding in your chest, but once you caught a glimpse of her soft and comforting gaze, nothing else mattered.

You let go of your inhibitions and started the show, quickly getting lost in your own world.

Seeing you let go of your fear and allowing yourself to enjoy the moment was beautiful to witness, and her eyes glimmered with pride as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth.

She didn’t care for the other band members. Her focus was solely on you. She knew that you were the one setting the tempo.

Her cheers could be heard over the hectic atmosphere of The Last Drop. The usually mysterious ‘loose cannon’ aggressively bobbing her head to the music was definitely a sight to see.

Once the gig was over, she ran up to you and kissed you passionately, unable to contain her excitement anymore.

Silco was impressed with how well you did and allowed you to continue playing from time to time.

Some things never change, and Jinx is always there to support you.

She also became your personal stylist, helping you put together outfits for each show.

– “You’re famous now, you have to look the part!”

You were definitely not famous—recognizable at best—but you appreciated her gesture.

She had Silco buy you a drum set to keep at The Last Drop so you didn’t have to worry about transporting your own each time.

He deducted it from your pay behind her back, but you didn’t have the heart to tell her.

She definitely marked your new drum set with her signature drawings.

She has a stash of drumsticks in her hideout in case you run out, and she’s so pleased with herself when it proves to be helpful.

She often asks you to play random sounds.

– “Oh! Oh! Play ‘ba dum tss’.”

And she laughs once you do as if it’s the funniest thing ever.

She gets her own private shows while she tinkers, and it always amazes you how she can maintain her focus while you play.

Whenever you mess up or get frustrated while learning a new song, Jinx is right there to comfort you.

She understands the pain of trial and error and what it’s like to not feel up to par, so she’s determined to chase those thoughts away from your mind.

– “You’re amazing, toots. Don’t ever doubt that. You’ll master it in no time, I know it.”

She would help you crack the pattern, and the both of you jump up and down in excitement once you finally learn it.

It’s safe to say that Jinx is your number one supporter.

[itztim3todi3]

ʜᴜɢs ʜᴜɢs

Headcanons of how I think their hugs are/how they react to hugs(?) :)

Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)

Fandoms | Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane-League of Legends, and Spy x Family

Platonic or Romantic? | Can be either (went for more romantic I think)

ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ (ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ)

His hugs are warm and refreshing, like a bear hug due to his flame breathing

Hes typically always warm, due to this breathing, plus it's just who he is

This is one of the times that he's, usually, quiet

He likes to remember these moments when you're in his arms because, as sad as it is, it could be the last time

He wants to wrap his arms around your frame, smaller or larger, and just hold you close, breathing in your scent and basking in your warmth

He likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around his frame, your lips kissing his cheek lightly before burying your head into his shoulder/chest

ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʟᴇǫᴜɪɴ (sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ sɪɴs)

His hugs are shy yet protective, his small stature making it a bit hard for him to wrap his arms around your waist (unless you're his height/shorter)

He likes to have your head on his chest, whether you're smaller or taller than him, he likes the feeling of being able to protect you

But he does love cuddling into your stomach or chest, he likes feeling protected himself, to feel loved and wanted as you play with his hair

Affection is new to him, hes not that used to it but he loves it, hes just a little shy about it

ᴊɪɴx (ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs)

Her hugs are fun, tight, and usually playful! She loves to squeeze you and swing you around as she holds you close

Her laugh is echoing in the room as she hears your pleas to be let go, but she knows that you don't want her to let go

There are those moments when she just wants a soft, calming hug

Your hands gently running through her hair or down her back, words of reassurance falling from your lips as she buries her face into your neck

She likes to fall to her knees in front of you when she's feeling down and just burry herself into your stomach, sometimes lifting your shirt for skin-on-skin contact

She loves how warm it is, and how much it makes her feel safe and at home

ʏᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀ (sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ)

Her hugs are a bit awkward yet soft, her hands automatically rubbing your back in comfort, her muscles a bit stiff but relaxing when she senses no danger

She loves hugs, she never really got affection from anyone besides her brother so she loves it 

She loves the way your hands fit perfectly on her hips, the way her head seems to fit into your neck like a puzzle piece

She loves how it's quiet enough that she can hear your heartbeat but it's not too quiet as she hears your voice mumbling things to her or the air conditioner running in the background

She loves how your warmth stays on her skin as your hands leave hers, her mind begging her to pull you back in and just keep you there for the rest of eternity

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

SFW only

Oneshots

Sacrifice Reader takes Powder's crystals and hands them over to the enforcers presenting herself as the scapegoat. Being the last kid that Vander had taken in no one would even miss her, right?

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When the bloodbank got robbed Caitlyn has nothing to feed on. You're more than willing to share your blood. - blood, blood sucking, petname bunny, kisses -

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When you realize you're being stalked by a Vampire you don't see any other way besides confronting them. - blood, blood sucking -

Oneshots

Silco x gn!reader Soft Silco as a dad hours. pure fluff

Silco x fem!reader Silco is late and his girls can't help but worry

Series

Vander x Bartender!Waitress!reader A series of little standalone fics following fem!reader and her relationship with Vander and their kids Warnings at the start of each chapter - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -

Oneshots

Vander x fem!reader When Vander wants to sacrifice himself you realize that you can't let him do it. The kids need him. The lanes need him. - angst, hurt/comfort, abduction, forced drug use, torture, character death -

Vander x fem!reader You have a panic attack, luckily Vander is there to help. - panic attack, explicit violence/gore -

Mother's Day Vander x fem!reader The kids and Vander prepare a surprise for you.

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. You're bad at fighting and Vi hates injustice. - blood, blood sucking, Vi punches people (surprise), hand/wrist kisses) -

[starlight-nightmare]

Yes Ma'am 🥺

[freementallyillkid]

Toddler Hc

jinx x reader

Word count: 680

Sorry it’s kinda short. I wasn't feeling this prompt for some reason :/ hope you like it at least a little

-100% tricked when your toddler was a baby, they pretty quiet and went to bed without too much of a fuss

-Apparently they were just saving all their energy for when they hit year 2

-Very much like jinx in the good but slightly tiering way very artistic (though you struggle to figure out what they’re drawing) and always running around jumping off of something (which stresses the both you out to no end)

-VERY early on you realized how no toddler proof jinx’s lab is, which might seem obvious but when the both of you spent 90% of your time there you forget that the treasure chest of explosive is completely in reach for toddlers

-timeskip to 2 days later you’ve finished baby proofing it (probably) after that one you both really started to realize how stressful it is to much sure your kid is safe, not even in Jinx’s lab just living in the undercity

-This leads the both of you to become very protective of them (even more than before if it’s even possible) they will NEVER be allowed in the last drops bar no matter how old they are, any new staff will be going through teens stalking someone on the internet level background checks.

-Toddler is also 100% spoiled neither you or Jinx grew up with a lot so the baby will have anything they could want (maybe your both using it as a way to heal your inner child) + with silco king pen of the undercity they have the ultimate protection and spoil-y grandpa

-jinx makes HUNDREDS of little toys and crap for them

-on the more angsty side it was a real struggle to find a way for Jinx to be around as much as she wants to be with her episodes, she is prone to be way more reactive and violent

-Another thing that the both of you noticed pretty early on thankfully, you came up with a system just a random word or phrase maybe a noise to let you know when she could feel any kind of episode coming on and when she was already in one it was pretty obvious so you could take toddler somewhere/with someone safe so you could tend to Jinx

-This of course lead to you pretty often finding Jinx crying about how she was a ‘terrible mom’ you would always hold her and tell her how it wasn’t her fault and how being parent was going to be a wildly different experience for someone with mental illness

-and of course she does the same thing for you if you ever feel like you’ve failed as a parent in some way

-Jinx she wasn’t really old enough to remember much of her bio parents and even though Vander was a good father she didn’t get to be around him for very long and Silco isn’t really the best role model for what to be as a parent and if the you didn’t have a great parent you both feel like your not prepared to be parents

-not really knowing what should really be considered right or wrong while still wanting to let your kid know they do what they need to in order to protect themselves +when the hell do you even have that talk with your 2 year old??

-Jinx also being depressed about how your kid will never know their aunt, uncles or grandma and grandpas thinking it’s her fault

-She tries to find pictures of them and is only partly successful so she draws pictures of them too

-Being a parent in general is so hard already with tantrums, getting a toddler to sleep, feeding them, entertaining them, education (is there even a proper education system in the Undercity???), making sure they feel safe and loved.

-But all that in the first place but that as first time parents living in the undercity with at least one mentally ill parent???

-In the end no matter how tired ya’ll are you both love your toddler more than anything in the world and would commit multiple war crimes for them

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[tales-from-elysivm]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ arcane masterlist ꒱ ˎˊ˗

~ a masterlist for my arcane fanfics ~

vi

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)

jinx

get jinxed (jinx x f!reader)

just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)

sevika

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

mel

n/a

jayce

n/a

viktor

n/a

silco

n/a

vander

n/a

caitlyn

n/a

ekko

n/a

[call-me-resenei]

JINX x Gn!Reader

Their Kinks!

JINX Manhwa

JINX x Reader

Warning⚠: Nsfw, ETC🚫❕

🚩Joo Jaekyung:

• He uses toys. (The ones that he uses on Kim Dan)

• I can tell he likes being called Daddy. If his S/O or toy soulmate calls him Daddy he will be not be that surprised but he will be amused and will tease them and will force them to say it. Daddy Kink.

• Breeding kink. He does not say that he hates or doesn't like kids at all. To be honestly though he does dislike kids he also likes them alot. Some children get scared of him while some are fascinated by him plus in the end kids like him alot.

• He usually never uses condom. But also does if he wants to.

• BDSM for sure.

• Overstimulation kink

• Choking Kink.

🩺 Kim Dan:

• He honestly loves kids and kids love him back. Breeding kink.

• I know this is not a kink but at first he hates and doesn't feel comfortable with sex toys whether using it on his S/O or his S/O using it on him.

• Later on after using sex toys for 1-2 months continuously he will feel comfortable with them

• In the end he will like sex toys.

• Will wear condom if his S/O says to and when he feels he should if he's thrusting into them.

🎬Choi Heesung:

• BDSM

• Breeding kink. Kids find him weird at first but end up loving him. He also wants alot of children. (Around 6-8).

• Daddy kink

• Wears condom most of the time but not always.

• Overstimulation Kink. “C'mon I know you can keep up” He likes pushing his S/O or play thing S/O to the edge.

• Sex toys are something that he will use 50% of the time and the other 50% he does not use toys. It really depends on his mood so if he's feeling like it he will use toys on them.

🧋Hwang Yoongu:

• Will definitely not wear Condom but will wear if his S/O forces him to.

• Choking Kink. (I can see him being choked and I can see him choking his S/O)

• Sometimes uses toys but not usually.

• He says that he hates kids but he actually really likes them and they like him too. Breeding kink.

[theunkn0wn-0]

The Gift of Immortality DRAGON BALL STORY: Insert Reader

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER ✕ DRAGON BALL CHARACTERS

╰➤ ⌈ 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵… ⌋ ╰┈┈➤ This is a FIRST PERSON POV story for the reader, Y/N, M/C. ╰┈┈➤ Instead of (Y/N), I use [First Name] for your name. ╰┈┈➤ Enjoy the story, have fun.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 — 𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑻𝒀 | 5 FIRST CHAPTER: 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 — 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 | 1

[TRIGGER] WARNINGS: SELF-HARM, MENTAL ILLNESS THEMES / SCENES!!! Mentions of SUICIDE, MURDER, BLOOD, DEATH/DYING & SWEARING!!!

001 | Hope

❝Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy but you don't want to die. Like you're hanging by a thread, but you gotta survive.❞

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YEAR: 2351 ⌋ 275 YEARS LATER | AGE: + 1 MILLION YEARS OLD

        The alleyway was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from flickering streetlights and the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows. My nimble fingers closed around the cold metal of the assault rifle; a weapon recovered from the lifeless grip of a government-hired assassin.

I had been ambushed not moments before; I had just succeeded in dismantling a human trafficking ring as a mission in the city I was in, but I was attacked by those hunters from the government.

They never stopped hunting me. Nor did I stop from helping people even just a bit.

Now, with the assassin's body at my feet, with haste, I rummaged through the assailant's garb, seeking any trace of surveillance or tracking devices. In the dim light, my hand darted into pockets and bags. I took out a small syringe from one of the pockets, its amber, fiery hue catching the glow of distant streetlamps.

It was a drug named Somnus. It is an amber liquid that is injected via a syringe and has the effect of rendering the victim unconscious for long periods of time which are days through a week. It can cause the person to regain consciousness at certain points, but their body is not awake. They are trapped within a prison of immobility, but can hear, smell, and feel everything that is being done to them. When the effects finally wear off, the body remains paralyzed for hours before finally recovering fully.

It bore the insignia of BioThera, a chilling reminder of the power they held over me and those horrible experiments.

They never forgot about me. And I never forgot about them.

With a decisive toss, I sent the syringe colliding against the wall, its fragile vessel shattering into a kaleidoscope of shards, its contents spilling onto the pavement. The acrid scent of its contents mingled with the blood and the lingering stench of the alley, assaulting my senses. The threat was neutralized, I turned my attention to the fallen assailant. No tracking device was found, yet paranoia gnawed at the edges of my mind.

I chose to demolish the entire body.

With resolve, my hand outstretched, I summoned a surge of energy, channeling it into a glowing orb that crackled with power. Its incandescent glow illuminated the dark alleyway; I unleashed its wrath upon the fallen assassin, the resulting explosion sending shockwaves reverberating through the narrow passage.

The force of the blast pushed me back, but I stood firm, adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my senses to the looming hazard, and the scent of burning flesh reached my senses. I couldn't linger, not with the authorities surely on their way drawn by the commotion; I propelled myself into motion.

Each footfall echoed against the cobblestones as I sprinted, my muscles coiling with tension as I prepared to take flight; I propelled myself forward. As I ascended into the night sky, the rush of wind whipped against my face, chilling me to the bone.

High above the city, I soared, every heartbeat thundered in my ears as I clutched the rifle tightly, scanning the horizon for any sign of pursuit. Questions gnawed at my mind; doubts clawed at my resolve.

If an assassin managed to find me, how many of them are there in the city? No. This country I was in.

The uncertainty fueled my determination to vanish into the night, to move into another country or continent for another base far from those hunters. Once again.

I was dead wrong to think they would just let me be.

It's been a relentless pursuit, stretching over two and a half centuries. Two hundred and seventy-five years of living like prey, always looking over my shoulder, always on the run.

Since the sealing a way of King Piccolo, the world had moved on, rebuilt itself, and advanced in technology. But for me, it only meant more sophisticated means for them to track me down, leaving me in an endless state of paranoia.

It's nearly impossible to disappear in the world I live in today.

In the aftermath of King Piccolo's destruction, BioThera, the company that once held traces of my DNA and the secrets of my abilities, was reduced to rubble. Yet, somehow, I believed Ethan Kane managed to preserve fragments of my existence, likely preserving some record of me, ensuring my perpetual pursuit enough to tip off the government.

Ethan and Victor Arrenberg were long gone, but their legacy persisted, each generation passing down the knowledge of an immortal being, a freak of nature. Each successor was eager to claim the prize of capturing me. But I eluded them all. I have bases across the globe, like breadcrumbs leading away from the hunter's trap.

Yet, even in my bases, peace was a fleeting illusion and dream.

The night had melted into a luminous blue canvas, stretched endlessly across the horizon. Hours melded into one another, the sun ascending its throne in the sky, casting its radiant warmth upon my weary frame.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep.

I pressed onward, cradling the assault rifle in my clenched fist. With each passing moment, my eyes scanned the landscape below, vigilant against any prying eyes or tracking devices.

My gaze roamed the terrain below, a patchwork of verdant fields, undulating plains, dense forests, and rugged mountains. Islands dotted the coastline, their presence a cunning ruse to confound my pursuers.

Among its verdant landscapes and untamed wilderness, I hoped to find respite, if only for a fleeting moment in this continent I arrived. Into the heavens, I soared, ascending into the wispy embrace of clouds that veiled my movements from prying eyes.

Approaching Mount Paozu, my heart quickened with anticipation; I skirted past the bustling metropolis of East Capital City. Streets below bustled with activity, a symphony of hovercraft and flying cars zipping through the air with effortless grace.

Amidst the towering structures, holographic billboards flicker to life, casting displays of colors onto the polished surfaces. Though the cityscape dazzled with its technological marvels, I remained wary; I knew the risks all too well. Technology was already vastly improving too much for me to completely avoid cities like these. 

With a surge of energy, I propelled myself forward, the rush of wind whipping against my skin as I accelerated toward my destination. Time became a blur, a fleeting whisper in the endless expanse of the sky, as I soared past startled birds, their frantic cries echoing in my wake. Yet, onward, I pressed, driven by a primal instinct to survive.

As I approached my destination, soaring past majestic mountains, their peaks kissed by wisps of cloud while sprawling plains stretched out like an endless tapestry below. I glided through the lush valleys and verdant meadows, the landscape unfurling beneath me like a vibrant tapestry.

I descended into the embrace of a lush forest, the verdant canopy stretching above like a protective cloak. Navigating the dense foliage with practiced ease, I deftly through the dense foliage, weaving between towering trees and elusive wildlife, my senses attuned to the subtlest of movements.

I weaved between the colossal trunks of old trees, their sprawling branches casting intricate patterns of shadow upon the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of earth and greenery, a heady concoction with a sense of peace as the forest grew denser with each passing moment, stretching into eternity.

The path ahead vanished into a labyrinth of boulders and tangled undergrowth, each step fraught with the risk of stumbling into unseen pitfalls. I skirted past moss-covered boulders and treacherous cliffs, my senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the landscape.

Yet, amidst the encroaching darkness, a beacon of light beckoned me forward. I parted the clinging vines that obscured my path, emerging into a sun-dappled clearing, and a sense of familiarity washed over me. 

Here, nestled in the embrace of nature, stood my base: a humble cabin, weathered and worn with a riot of greenery and blossoms. Nature had reclaimed the structure as its own, vines and flowers weaving around its timeworn walls, camouflaged by the lush vegetation that surrounded it.

Adjacent to the cabin lay a neglected garden, its once-tidy rows now overrun with wild growth. Fruit trees bowed beneath the weight of their harvest, while wildflowers danced in the gentle breeze. Wild animals frolicked the overgrown foliage. Birds flitted among the branches, their pleasant songs filling the air with a symphony of sound.

Here, in Mount Paozu, I found comfort in the simplicity of life, a fleeting reminder of days long past. Memories flooded my mind, a bittersweet reminder of a time before I discovered my immortality and being hunted down by the government, weighed heavy on my shoulders.

With a heavy heart, I acknowledged the truth that had long haunted me: I was truly alone in this world, a solitary figure adrift amidst the currents of time. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor, I couldn't help but wonder if true comfort would ever be within my grasp.

"Kill yourself! It's the only way..." "End this torment [First Name]!" "It would be nice to see our loved ones on the other side."

"End it," the voices whispered and screamed in a relentless chorus that echoed within the depths of my mind, a constant reminder of the torment that plagued me. Yet, I resisted, knowing that death offered no solace in a life bound by immortality.

My mind, a battlefield strewn with the remnants of sanity, with each whispered taunt, I steeled myself against the onslaught, clinging to the fragile threads of sanity that bound me to this world.

My main focus was to survive and keep my sanity intact as long as possible.

Landing before the weathered door of my long-abandoned cabin, retrieving the key from its hiding place, I unlocked the door while lowering my ki energy. With a click, the wooden door creaked open, welcoming me into the shadows of my sanctuary.

A sharp crack shattered the stillness of the forest, a bullet whistling past my ear with deadly intent. I recoiled instinctively, arching my back, my senses on high alert as the acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air.

Fuck. I had forgotten about the trap I had set.

I realized with a grim sense of irony, as the trap I had set to deter unwelcome intruders. Regaining my composure, I retrieved the shotgun nestled within the confines of my cabin.

Gripping the shotgun in one hand and the assault rifle in the other, I stepped cautiously into the dimly lit interior of my cabin, the echoes of my footsteps reverberating off the walls, the floorboards creaking beneath my weight. 

Weeds and wildflowers sprouted through the cracks in the wooden floor, while plastic-shrouded furniture lay dormant, preserved against the ravages of time. Pots of verdant life dotted the room, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a sweet mix of scents.

A soft chirp broke the silence, a lone bird nestled on the rafters, its presence a welcome distraction from the solitude that enveloped me as I made my way to the kitchen.

I might as well pass out from exhaustion for staying up awake for days. But...

Sleep remained a distant dream, a luxury beyond my grasp, as the fear of being attacked and captured loomed large in my mind. Nightmares, cruel and unforgiving, haunted the recesses of my subconscious, each one a harrowing reminder of the horrors I had endured.

I dreaded closing my eyes, surrendering to a world of fear and uncertainty. I dreaded the thought of waking up to find it all had been a dream, that I was still trapped in that sterile lab, subjected to endless experiments and torment.

With a heavy sigh, I set my guns on the dusty dining table, the corners of my old cabin cloaked in cobwebs, making a mental note to clean my base later.

Summoning a flicker of a small sphere of my ki energy within my fingertips, I ignited the lanterns scattered throughout my kitchen, their warm glow casting long shadows upon the worn wooden floors.

Crouching before the hearth, I kindled a modest fire, its crackling flames a beacon of warmth in the chill of the night. With the fire ablaze, I set about preparing my evening meal, getting a pot from my cabin to fill up with water.

As I ventured outside to gather fruits or vegetables from my garden, a sense of unease lingered in the periphery of my thoughts. Loneliness was my constant companion, yet paradoxically, I was never truly alone.

The paranoia that hung heavy on my shoulders, the constant state of fear and alertness of my surroundings, and the raging emotions of my trauma engulfed me inside, the desperation, the longing for peace.

The outside world hunted me while my mind tormented me within the confines of my hideouts. No one could understand the weight of my burden, the tumult of emotions I carried, and the suffocating isolation of being hunted both inside and out.

Still, I fought. 

Pausing by a small pond, I filled my pot with water, though paranoia continued to linger at the edges of my consciousness. Returning to the confines of my cabin, I brewed myself a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. The pot of water steamed over the flames, its gentle bubbling a soothing melody amidst the quiet solitude.

I clung to what shreds of sanity remained, knowing that to lose them would be to forfeit my humanity. The fear of losing myself entirely, of becoming the monster people perceived me to be, drove me to keep fighting. I refused to become the monster they painted me to be, a creature devoid of humanity, a mere tool to be wielded at their whim.

Gazing out the window, night descended in earnest; I watched as the moon cast its silvery glow upon the forest canopy, a silent sentinel in the night sky. I settled at the dining table, brushing off the dust. I took a sip of my coffee, took a bite of the carrot that I had grabbed from my garden, and cleaned it.

The bitter tang of coffee mixed with the sweetness of the vegetable upon my tongue was an odd combination to eat, yet it didn't matter. It was something to eat to satisfy my thirst and hunger, my eyes lingering on the empty chair opposite me, a silent reminder of the loneliness that plagued my existence.

I cast a glance at my guns as I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips. The world around me seemed to fade into silence, save for the soft rhythm of my breathing. Even the chirping of the lone bird that had taken refuge within my cabin had fallen silent, its gentle snores a lullaby in the stillness of the night.

All I yearned for was not only joy but to be recognized as a human being, to reclaim the dignity that had been stripped away from the day I was captured.

I am human.

Flawed, yes.

Broken, perhaps.

But human, nonetheless.

And as long as that flicker of humanity remained, I would continue to fight. For my freedom. For my sanity. For the right to be seen, not as a monster, a freak, a thing, a tool but as a human. I would continue to save people, to prove them wrong I am not a monster, not a tool even if the government or anyone does not see it or deny it.

"But you're growing tired, aren't you? Why don't you take a rest... forever." "It would be nice to see Lascell and Jiro again." "Your mother, your friends you made along the way," "End this torment! END IT!" "So why don't you end it forever?"

The voices echoed a cacophony of whispers and hollers that tore at the edges of my sanity, each word a dagger to my already fractured mind.

My head throbbed with the weight of their indictments, their relentless onslaught pushing me to the brink of despair. They spoke of death as a release, of surrendering to the void in search of peace.

Yet I was too stubborn enough to not listen to them for a moment. The voices would taunt, their words laced with venom and malice.

"Come on, you know better than death itself is mercy than living." "You will lose everything if you keep doing this, what will you become now?" "A monster."

They hissed, the word echoing in the caverns of my mind. With a frustrated snarl, I gripped my cup of coffee tightly, the ceramic warming my trembling hands.

My gaze fixed upon the guns strewn across the table before me. The voices taunted and jeered, their words a cacophony of self-loathing and doubt.

"Let yourself go and give us peace—"

"I know but are you fucking stup—" I caught myself mid-sentence, the absurdity of arguing with voices that existed only in my mind momentarily grounding me in reality. "Who am I even talking to? There's no one here!" I spat, the sound of my voice ringing hollow in the empty cabin.

The voices grew louder, their cries piercing the fragile veil of my sanity. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the ceaseless racket that threatened to engulf me.

Yet, there was truth behind their words. Emotions long suppressed surged to the surface, a tempest of rage, frustration, and despair threatening to consume me whole.

I seized one of the guns, bringing the cold barrel and pressed it against my temple. My heartbeat thundering in my ears, and my grip tightened on the gun, as my finger hovered over the trigger.

"Shut up!"

With a sudden surge of desperation to get rid of or silence the voices, I pulled the trigger.

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YEAR: 2351⌋ ONE WEEK LATER - MAY 8 ⌊ Papaya Island

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        With a cautious sip of my drink, I walked out of the market, my features concealed beneath a disguise I wore. The sun beat down upon me, its rays diffused by the tinted lenses of my sunglasses. It had been a tumultuous week since my last breakdown.

Venturing into the heart of a small town, I stride cautiously along the bustling streets. My goal was simple for coming into this town on Papaya Island: get the necessities I needed and vanish without a trace; the last thing I wanted was to draw unwanted attention upon myself.

I needed some items and food for a short time until I fixed my garden and grew more edibles for the long run, as well as purchasing some drinks in my favor, knowing I had been only consuming water from a fresh lake or pond.

It was a very rare circumstance when I ventured into town, a necessity born of survival rather than choice. The prospect of starvation or succumbing to dehydration loomed ever-present, I understood I would go even more insane if I kept killing myself and suffered more.

Just like that incident during those damned Witch Trials. Locked up and dying over and over again.

Navigating through the streets, I wanted to find a secluded corner where I could make my departure unnoticed, my mind racing with the urgency to get out of this island and go back to my base in Mount Paozu.

As I traversed the bustling thoroughfare, the rhythmic hum of passing cars mingled with the cacophony of voices that filled the air. Anxiety gnawed at my insides, yet I maintained a façade of calm not wanting to draw attention as my heart pounded within my chest.

Ahead, a gathering crowd caught my attention, their voices rising in excited chatter. Initially intent on avoiding the commotion, curiosity soon got the better of me as I drew closer, a voice cut through the clamor.

"Come join us for the 23rd World's Martial Arts Tournament! here you get the chance to fight the world's best fighters!"

The very mention of it sent a thrill coursing through my veins, igniting a spark of excitement within me. I paused in my tracks, my gaze drawn towards the source of the commotion; my senses heightened as I surveyed the diverse array of individuals before me.

Memories of battles long past flickered in the recesses of my mind, a primal yearning for the thrill of combat, not just for survival, but for the sheer joy of it, the chance to push me beyond my limits, to reclaim a sense of pride and purpose that had long eluded me.

After all, I have been, beyond, disrespected, tortured, and ripped away from my dignity.

I found myself drawn to the opportunity to fight in the tournament, a glimmer of hope and joy kindling within me; I could not only find some happiness that I longed to have after being hunted down and fighting for survival out of fear.

But an escape from my cruel reality, a fleeting moment. A distraction. A break from the constant struggle for survival, a chance to recover a portion of sanity and find a sense of normalcy, even if just for a moment.

Yet, beneath the surface of my excitement, a gnawing sense of apprehension ground at my resolve, casting doubt upon my decision to partake in the tournament.

What if the government would find me here? What if they had dispatched hunters in this tournament?

"All fighters who wish to enter the tournament must register today! Please be aware that if you fail to register today, you will be unable to participate in tomorrow's qualifying rounds!"

As the announcement echoed through the crowd, I pushed aside the tendrils of fear, clinging instead to the hint of hope that danced just out of reach. It had been a week since I had relocated to a distant continent, to hide and run away from the government and BioThera. There was still time; time to formulate a plan, to take this brief moment of freedom and escape.

Just a moment of rest without fear. Just having a moment of joy, a sense of being a human.

With a deep breath, I joined the queue, my heart pounding in my chest as I wrestled with conflicting emotions. As I inched closer and closer to the registration desk, my mind whirled with possibilities, a maelstrom of hope and dread swirling within me.

Nothing will go wrong, once I have a plan and execute it, and leave.

This is a chance to... escape, a moment of a break, no longer hearing those voices, just forgetting about the fear for a moment, maybe having a portion of peace.

Everything will be fine; nothing will go out of the window.

Right?

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NOTE: THIS TAKES PLACE DURING DRAGON BALL (first series) IN THE Piccolo Jr. Saga.

Finished: March 09, 2024

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◖General Infos◗

I only accept asks via inbox.

I write GN reader mostly (with generic anatomy). I could write for fem/afab too, but I'd rather stick to GN. If you notice wrong pronouns let me know right away!

Please specify if you want headcanons (max 3 charas), drabble (max 1 chara) or a mix of both (max 2 charas).

Sending a request doesn't mean I'll complete it! It depends on how much I like it and if I'm comfortable enough.

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If you want to ask something that isn't mentioned in this post, feel free to do so, I'll let you know whether it's fine or not and add it here.

◖Characters◗

I write for these characters and try to stick to their canon personalities as much as I can. Keep in mind that I've never written for some of them, so I might take extra time to study their characterisation.

Genshin Impact

Arlecchino, Ayaka, Beidou, Candace, Columbina, Dehya, Sandrone, Shinobou, Signora, Ei, Rosaria, Yae Miko, Yanfei, Yelan.

Alhaitham, Capitano, Childe, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli

Strictly Platonic:

Pierro, Pulcinella (I see them as parental figures sorry not sorry lmao), Nahida, Sigewinne.

Honkai: Star Rail

Bronya, Kafka, Serval, Seele, Stelle, Yukong.

Blade, Jing Yuan, Sampo. (Dan Heng, Geppie and Luocha are maybes).

Strictly Platonic:

Bailu, Clara, Hook, Silver Wolf, Yanqing, Welt. (Father of the year lol).

! Some characters are written before release, if they're OoC you know why !

Might update in the future according to new releases!

◖Do's and Won't Do's◗

Will do:

Fluff, romance, platonic relationship (child reader, sibling dynamics etc)

Angst, mildly dark content, physical and emotional pain, death, graphic descriptions of violence and torture (mild). Read my published pieces and you'll know how I prefer this stuff lol.

Overall sensitive topics like trauma. (Ask me and I'll tell you if it's fine or not).

Spicy stuff (making out, nudity, implied intimacy, the morning after).

Alternative universes (includes SAGAU and self aware characters).

Won't do:

Graphic smut/foreplay (I don't know how to do it RIP).

Representations I consider off of character.

Cheating.

Poly (nothing against it, I'm just too dumb to write it well enough).

Yandere.

One sided love (isn't there too much of it already?).

This list might be updated in the future.

[mxltifxnd0m]

boyfriend headcanons ⟡ s. winchester

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.2K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', fluff, a smidge of angst in the beginning, some suggestive content, no smut, lowercase intended

a/n: i will make a dean version and probs a pt. 2 for sammy if I come up with some more headcanons! also did not expect this to be as long as it became lol

please enjoy and reblog and comment! i love hearing your thoughts.

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

⟡ some fears before dating you

before you got into a relationship with sam, he was very hesitant about dating or liking anyone romantically (he knows that he doesn’t have the best track record with love) 

but when you came into his life, you broke down those barriers (without him realizing it), and he became more accepting of his feelings for you (even if it scared him shitless) 

you had to drill into his head that whatever happened to you would never be his fault bc you knew he’d drown in his guilt if you got hurt or worse. it took time for him to accept that something would happen to you that it wasn’t his fault 

okay, now onto the more happy stuff (sorry didn’t mean to start with the more heavy stuff, lol) 

⟡ the actual headcanons 

he’s the best partner ever!! 

sam has a big heart and holds a lot of love for you, and though he can be hesitant to say the words for fear of jinxing the relationship (he’s superstitious about it), he shows how much he loves you through his actions! 

he would have a mix of all of the love languages (obviously, everyone shows a mix of them), but his top three would definitely be quality time, acts of service, and physical touch 

⟡ physical touch 

i think that early seasons sam would be much more tactical with his touch and showing you physical affection 

would use any and every excuse in the handbook to touch you in some way. resting a hand on your shoulder, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear or forehead, etc. 

but post szn 5 and 12 sam, he would shy away from it at first, and you would totally understand and let him take the approach first, never initiating it until he feels like he can handle it 

but this goes hand in hand with PDA  in any szn, he’s not big on PDA he’s okay with hand-holding and pecks on the lips, temple, or cheeks but not overt displays of affection but behind closed doors, it's free reign for him  aside from the PDA 

he LOVES getting his hair played with  like without a shadow of a doubt, i know in my heart of hearts that sam winchester is a fiend for getting his hair played with 

is a cuddle bug  doesn’t matter if it’s sweltering hot; he loves to have you in his arms no matter what secretly loves when it gets cold, you seek him out for warmth (he’s like a space heater from how much he radiates heat) 

FOREHEAD AND NECK KISSES!! (and lots of them) LOVES kissing you  there will be times when sam wants to make out with you in the back of the Impala. either to piss off dean or because you get no privacy in the motel room, you’re sharing with his brother. 

is the best hugger ever. it’s almost criminal how his arms can wrap around you and engulf your body and instill a feeling of safety in you, like no one could hurt you while you were in sam’s arms.

⟡ acts of service

as i’ve stated above, sam doesn’t express his love through words, but he does show it through his actions 

he knows all of your fav movies, flowers, music, snacks, how you like your coffee/tea, etc 

he actively listens to you and keeps track of the things you mention (he has them written down or in a note on his phone) and just pulls this information out when he needs it

will do things if asked of him by you without question (but within reason, lmao) 

(this also translates into fun times in the bedroom, LMAO)

don't know if this counts as an act of service, but sam loves putting things on the top self on purpose (to see you struggle a bit bc he thinks your pout is so adorable), but so you can ask him to get something for you, and does so with a smile on his face 

⟡ quality time

would use any excuse to spend time with you 

doesn’t matter if he just came back from a hunt and is exhausted; he would sit down and listen to you talk about what you had just read or what movie you watched while he was on a hunt 

will actively plan dates with you on hunts if he has downtime, which would most of the time be in the car with Dean and asking him for help or input  "they'll like whatever you plan for them. now, for the love of god, please shut up!" (sam had been pestering dean most of the car ride home about where to take you on the first date and was fed up with his little brother)

having movie nights!

spending time in either his or your room reading or just basking in the presence of each other, content with sitting in silence, grounding him with your touch as you guys fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

late-night conversations in bed! more often than not, your pillow talk with sam would turn into very late-night conversations and sometimes even turning into early-morning chats.

⟡ protective

this is a given, but sam is so protective of you that it can be a problem at times

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but his mind is an overactive one and can be a little (a lot) protective of you 

I think if you were a hunter, he’d be such a worrywart because he knows what this life does to someone and kinda hates that you are one (even if this is how you guys met in the first place lol) 

but it’s the same if you’re not a hunter because he’d be paranoid that a monster would be out to get you if they knew you were even associated with him or his brother 

he’d take so many precautions: teaching you the basics of hunting (but making you promise that you won’t go out and hunt), teaching you self-defense, gifting you an anti-possession charm (or going with you if you want the tattoo), painting demon traps under your rugs, salting windows, and maybe even convincing you to move into the bunker with him 

⟡ some random ones 

wearing his clothes his chest warms and his heartbeats faster each time he sees you wear something of his he does go a little feral when he sees you wear nothing underneath his clothes unfiltered sassy sam before the two of you started to date, you would catch glimpses of sassy sam when he would banter with dean but when you started to dish out some of your quips in the conversation and being a smartass to him that's when the sassy man apocalypse hit him, and it snowballed into him out-sassing you sometimes when the two of you could get into a back-and-forth

teases you about your height  it doesn't matter if you're an inch shorter or a foot shorter than him; he can and will tease you about your height it brings him much amusement when you snap back with jokes of your own or when you blush when you don't have a snappy retort (yes, it means he has a size kink, but shhh, no one is supposed to know)

[sakkiichi]

HERE COMES THE SUN.

They comfort you while you’re having a difficult time.

ft. Childe, Lyney, Albedo, Shikanoin Heizou x gn! reader.

cw/genre: hurt/comfort.

for my dear @https-furina I know you’ve been going through trying times lately, so I hope this can comfort you a little <3 I also struggled a lot with Heizou’s part, so I apologize if it’s no good at all…

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

✧ CHILDE

Linen sheets feel like ropes on raw skin against the morning chill.

Its warm cream color, ashen, nothing like the mirror sunrises you were used to witnessing right after you opened your eyes.

What’s the point in opening them anymore? You wonder.

You bury your face against the pillows. In any other occasion, you would have been grateful for the coolness of its silk.

Now it’s just an iceberg. Like a missing shard of your shallow beating heart.

“Someone’s sleepy today.” A familiarly perky voice greets, the mattress dipping slightly with new weight.

You rolling in the other direction is all the greeting that meets him.

“Hey, love! It’s time to wake up!” Childe chuckles, his hand gently shaking your body.

Yet something already tells him this is not right; you usually would have already shoved him away by now.

But today you’re just… unresponsive…

The dull oceans of his stare rise in dangerous waves at your state.

Hesitant, he calls your name, his tone more like a question.

And this time, he does get an answer.

Familiar arms he adores wrapped around him loop around his middle, your face burying against his chest.

You’re warm, yet you feel so… faraway… as if the pain of past memories was seeping out your light.

Ajax is no stranger to the despair palpable in your strong grip around him, he’s endured it himself, through years robbed of him by an abyss that turned him into a master of all weapons.

So because he’s known the cold of endless nights where all he had was a tattered red scarf to remember the warmth of a distant home, he now holds you.

And for someone whose hands were tainted in the filth and bloodshed of a lifetime of slaughter, Ajax is undeniably gentle.

His fingertips ghost over your skin, easing the burning anguish of bed covers that felt too rough, too suffocating, too wrong.

When your lover’s hands get lost in your hair, combing it, you swear sun rays filter through the deep sea you’re falling through.

And then, suddenly, the choice to swim upwards presents before you, scarred sun-kissed hands extended towards you.

You take them.

When you open your eyes, russet sunsets and constellations over your beloved’s skin greet you.

His lips find yours, a bit chapped but gentle; not his usual playfulness, but soothing aquamarine waves.

You swear Childe’s kiss tastes salty. And that’s when you realize the dry tear-tracks down your cheeks.

He made them dry, sunlight evaporating puddles after grey days.

You break the surface, the waters now turquoise beneath Ajax’s light.

He won’t let you sink again.

✧ LYNEY

A whole audience’s cheers fill the Opera Epiclese. Lights shine upon every smiling face, every vigourous clap of hands after the magician’s grand finale echoing through the theater.

However, the illusionist’s gaze of amethyst is focused on the sole grim expression amongst millions of joyous others.

Yours.

Your hands move, clapping together, as if automated; your eyes stare at everything, seeing nothing; your mouth is a taut line, your lips devoid of their usual vibrant tint.

Lyney doesn’t like that being his last memory before the curtain closes.

When you step out of the Opera House, an infinity of starfields is abloom across the crepuscular skies.

What a mockery; a cruel jinx on display, for you to see the unfulfilled sparks dimming inside your heart.

A sigh escapes your dry lips, a small cloud forming when it meets the late night chill.

“You’ll catch a cold there, mon coeur,” Someone you know, tricks and all, utters behind you.

Welcome warmth tinted in lavender envelops you the instant your eyes meet the magician’s starry ones.

A small smile tugs at your lips, the curse of melancholy still clinging to you through it.

“Lyney…” You start. The twilit breeze picks up around you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some semblance of a warmth you haven’t felt in days.

“That won’t do, ma chérie.” Your lover chuckles.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a piece of the night sky itself seems to become tangible in his grasp.

“Here,” he offers, draping it over your shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s a shawl; the cloth feels delicate to the touch, quite fine too, and yet, you feel the warmth of a thousand suns. If you had to describe its color you would come up empty. Silver glitter seems to be embedded in the fabric, but at the same time, it looks like multiple tiny lights had been stitched to the material. You suppose you’d call the hue, dark; a myriad of indigoes merge into violets, threaded together with navies and cobalts. And yet, when you move it, the colors seem to shift, almost like the clouds drifting across this midnight.

“I take it you liked it.” Lyney smiles, softer than his usual cheshire-like grins, when he observes your wonderstruck features.

“Very…” You muse, awestruck at the magical silk.

“It’s a châle de ciel,” your beloved explains, “It will change depending on the state of the sky at each time of day.” He pauses, eyes, the color of lumidouce bells and rainbow rose petals merged, glinting as he admires how the garment fits you. “But I can guarantee,” your illusionist steps closer to you, plucking something out of your hair. “That it will always keep you comfortable… warm or cool, whatever you need.” He finishes, handing you a pluie lotus.

You take a few seconds to appreciate the second gift of the night. The flower’s petals are the same color as Lyney’s eyes, yet not as vivacious.

“Shall we go, mon amour?” Your boyfriend inquires, already offering your arm to him.

Together, you leave the opera house behind.

You hope for light blues on your new cape tomorrow morning. And somehow, you know that’s what you’ll find.

You squeeze Lyney’s arm gently. The sun will rise soon.

✧ ALBEDO

When he sets foot on his camp in Dragonspine, Albedo finds the heater already on.

Strange.

The sun hasn’t even quite awoken yet, the snowy peaks outlined against skies still clinging to dreamless cloudy nights; shards of ice, embedded in the softness of dawn clouds. An accurate representation of the region of freedom’s snowy mountains: menacingly beautiful, brimming with lethal charm, for one step in the wrong direction, and the cold might as well consume you for good.

At this hour, no one was ever already working at his lab, making of these moments calm sunrise-tinted memories in the alchemist’s mind, before the day’s hustle and bustle began.

However, today, the running heater is not the only out of the ordinary salutation to greet the chalk prince.

The acute sounds of clicking vials, books being rearranged and crunching snow are confirmation enough that he is, indeed, not alone.

With silent steps, Albedo advances, keeping one hand hovering over his trusty sword. Then, he finally lays eyes upon the cause for the commotion, and despite the lack of danger, the sight doesn’t calm him any better.

“My dearest?” He calls. The instant your gaze meets his, your condition scares him more than any bandits ransacking his research material. Your hair is messy, falling on your face; dark circles are etched beneath your lower lashline, darkness clinging to you like remnants of turbulent nights; and you’re shivering, whether from the cold or because you’re distempered he can’t quite discern, although it’s most likely due to both.

“Hello, ‘Bedo…” You mutter, the flesh of your lips bitten, flecks of Dragonspine’s freeze coating them, the cold lacing with your bones, chilling you to the core. Your eyes widen when you notice your lover’s teal gaze scrutinizing you. You quickly busy yourself with classifying some potions, by color and texture, whatever takes the longest for him not to worry about your less than ideal condition.

However, perhaps you underestimated his attention to detail; for he has a skilled artist, after all.

“My love, are you feeling alright?” He questions, gloved hands gently taking the crystal vial-filled wooden box you were carrying off your trembling hold.

And in that instant, you don’t know if it’s the warmth of your prince’s hands on yours; or the comfort of his voice, like honey on bitter tea, but you find yourself taking a deep breath, the fresh air of a midwinter’s sunrise filling your lungs.

And then you talk. You spill every worry and bad dream, your shadows opening up to the gilded starlight of him.

And through it all, the alchemist’s hands warm yours, fingers interlocked, very much in the way your souls are undeniably so too.

Because no matter how daunting the river seemed when you faced it alone, when you were with Albedo, its typhoons calmed down, stone bridges and his outstretched hand painting safety and comfort in hues of gold before your eyes.

While the kreideprinz grounds you, the sun reaches its peak, a canvas of aureate and cornflower blue grazing the mountaintops.

You would be okay.

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Emerald eyes read through you as if you were made of clear glass.

The way you worry your lower lip between your teeth; your fingers almost going white at the knuckles as you clutch a pencil, its wood creaking in your grip; and the general absentminded state you’re in, papers scattered over your desk, several case files stacked in disarray.

Something is clearly weighting on your mind.

“I think a break’s in order, wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?” Heizou suggests, standing up, those striking eyes of his fixed on you.

The detective’s voice is enough to stop the quickening clock ticking in your mind, regrets and dark spirals momentarily coming to a halt.

When you rise your furrowed brow, shades of maroon and viridian flood your sight, vivid as summer and warming your up just as much.

Nodding, you stand up too, limbs feeling heavy despite the comfort of your lover beside you.

The brown shades of your office turn into blue skies and soft pink sakuras not long after, the scented tree branches swaying above you, like fragments of dreams someone had given up on, waiting to be picked up by another soul who dared to imagine.

Your back rests against your lover’s lean but strong torso, the sweet smelling breeze combing through your hair, as Heizou’s chin rests on your shoulder.

“So will you tell me what’s wrong, darling?” Are the words of his that break the birdsong-filled calm.

A pang settles on your chest, you didn’t want to take away that cheeky grin that most of the time decorated his quick-witted lips.

“I…” You hesitate. “Well, it’s- it’s complicated, Heizou…” Your lids flutter closed, a shaky breath raking through you, as you turn around in his embrace, your hands bracing on his shoulders. “I don’t want to bring the mood down, you know…”

The detective places a thumb on your lower lip, smoothing over the bite marks you left there earlier.

“You never, ever, bring the mood down, dear. Never.” He leans in, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “My intuition told me right away there was something up.” He takes a stray cherry blossom petal from your hair. “So, why don’t we take the rest of the day off, love?” Your partner proposes, as he takes your chin in between his fingers, mischief flashing in his features.

And perhaps your lover’s smile was more infectious than you had ever given it credit for; and maybe the way he flashes his green eyes at you has your heart trembling in ways that have nothing to do with the fear and guilt you’ve been festering, but you find yourself retorting back, with a grin of your own:

“Don’t you have cases to solve, detective Shikanoin?”

This time, he takes a full sakura flower, delicately placing it behind your ear.

“I have something more important to solve right here…” He smirks, cheekily, as he admires your now flustered expression.

When you lean the side of your head against his chest, he cradles it with one of his hands, the other playing with the ends of your hair.

It would be unfair, if gloom were to take your soul captive when spring seems to linger through Inazuma’s breeze.

With a last look at you, the detective’s maroon lashes flutter closed too. He hopes, at least for today, he managed to protect precious you from the crimes of cruel sorrow.

He leans his head on top of yours.

The case is solved.

[vxnuslogy]

— kaibigan lang.

pairing: gen narumi x gn!reader

premise:you, a platoon leader from the first division, and gen narumi, the first division captain, have a strangely close relationship; the two of you bring a new meaning to the words "just friends."

— warnings: none

— author’s note: this is actually my second attempt at this fic, the first one got too long and angsty LMAOO and i didn't like how it ended so i decided to just remake it entirely. this is very inspired by "balang araw" by i belong to the zoo, please go give it a listen!! art credits to @.DanG0_23 on twitter. | ~1.1k words.

you and gen narumi have a very special and close relationship. he makes you feel special for all the right—and wrong—reasons. 

from the very first time you met him, you felt a feeling deep within your chest that you and him will inevitably be inseparable. you’re not sure if you want to pat yourself on the back for predicting the future or shake yourself by the shoulders for jinxing it.

you grew fond of his childish tendencies, how he points an accusing finger at you when you beat more kaijus than him. when he pouts at the ‘you lose’ title screen on his console. and not to mention the numerous times he’s fallen asleep on your lap as you weave your fingers through his hair. the way his shoulders release their tension when he sees you from across the room or how his magenta eyes seemed a little softer than normal. 

multiple people have questioned your relationship, but his reply would always be: “we’re just friends.” and you feel a part of yourself die each time. 

does being “just friends” include sneaking out of his room in the middle of the night so he could comfort you after a terrible nightmare? does being “just friends” include seaking each other out at every meeting and smiling like two idiots in love? does being “just friends” include making heartfelt promises after a dangerous mission? promises of keeping each other safe and if either of you were to fail, then the other will follow you to their grave sooner or later?

none of these actions seem to say “just friends” but what could you do? if that’s how gen narumi sees you, then who were you to force him to see you in a different light? being able to keep him close as a friend is better than having to say goodbye to him and live your life as two strangers with memories. 

“you sure you’re just friends?” rin shinonome, a fellow platoon leader and your closest friend, asks you.

you gave her a tight-lipped smile. “one-hundred percent!”

she squints her eyes at you. she looked unconvinced–like always–but didn't comment on it further. for a while, the two of you sat and ate in awkward silence until tachibana sat himself down next to you and said, “pretty sure friends don’t look at each other like they're each other’s worlds.”

rin suddenly slams her hand on the table, a loud bang resounds in the cafeteria as she agrees with his statement. you wince from the loud noise and try to refute tachibana’s claims. surely you didn’t really look at narumi like that, right? you just saw him as a friend, honest! as the two continued their chat, you couldn’t help but try and sneak a quick glance at your captain.

maybe that was another mistake you always make: look for him in every room then be uncharacteristically happy when you realize he’s also looking your way. you feel a smile creep up your face when he turns his console around to show off the bright ‘you win!’ title screen. narumi had that smug smirk on his face as he pushed his hair back so you could get the perfect view of his magenta eyes. 

“just friends” don’t look at each other like this, like tachibana said, but narumi is your friend. 

“what were you and platoon leader shinonome and tachibana talking about?” narumi suddenly asks. he caught you off guard so badly your in-game character died, making him let out a proud laugh. “ha! i win.”

you roll your eyes and shove at his shoulder. “that’s not fair. you distracted me.”

“how could a question be a distraction?” he drawls, yawning and placing his head casually on your lap. this guy even had the audacity to reach for your hand and place it on his head, silently asking you to play with his hair.

you let out a sigh. “it was nothing. just the usual chat about the mission.” 

it was partially the truth, before lunch ended the three of you did talk about the upcoming mission. but no way in hell will you mention the way you talked about your questionable relationship with your captain.

you don’t realize you’ve stopped playing with his hair until his knuckles brush against your nose bridge. “you’re acting really strange. the hell did you actually talk about?” 

“it's really nothing,” you reply just above whispering. you hate how your head consciously leaned more into his hand that now held your jaw and the way his voice sounded just a few octaves softer than normal. “you don’t have to worry about it.”

“tell me,” he demands, eyes narrowing down into a glare. “as your captain, i have the right to know what’s bothering you.”

a snort left your lips as he tried to use the captain card on you but it never really worked. your fingers press on his forehead to try and ease his furrowed brows, the insides of your mind trying to find a way to deflect the topic but his eyes, oh his eyes, they tempt you like how the devil tempted eve to take the forbidden fruit.

“after the next mission,” you start, eyes crinkling into small crescent moons as you smile. “i’ll tell you if you manage to bring down the daikaiju in one hit.”

narumi smirks with all the arrogance and pride known to mankind before taking your hand in his. you bite your lip to stop the growing grin on your face as he presses a soft kiss inside your palm and whispers a soft promise to win the next fight with overwhelming strength.

“you promise?” he asks, the playful smirk still on his lips and your palm pressed to the side of his face. but his eyes had just a tiny spark of worry. was it for the upcoming mission or was it because of what you wanted to say? either way, you ease his worries with a soft drag of your fingertips down his nose, like he did to you.

you nod with a defeated yet fond sigh. “i promise.”

“just friends” didn’t act this way nor did they make promises easily. gen narumi himself knew of the consequences of growing too close with his fellow officers, but you were different. you weren’t just some other officer—you were his before the both of you even knew it. sure, there were times where you stayed up at night staring at the ceiling trying to make out what your relationship actually is, but it always ended with you smiling like a fool accompanied with a furious blush on your cheeks.

‘how i wish to be officially yours, gen narumi.’

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

[lancermylove]

Friday the 13th (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demons x gn!Reader

Warning: None

A/N: Hope no one is having bad luck today!

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Lucifer

Raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by the superstition.

"Humans have such odd beliefs. Why is the 13th considered so ominous?"

Lucifer points out that, as demons, they have encountered far worse things than bad luck on a specific date.

However, he still makes sure that the brothers don't cause any chaos that day to avoid trouble.

But he won't push you away if you want to cling onto him the entire day out of fear or just an excuse to cling to him. Though, he will pretend to be annoyed.

Mammon

He gets superstitious immediately and acts nervous the whole day.

"Oi! Don't jinx me like that! I’ve got bad luck without needin’ no special day for it!"

As an extra precaution, he avoids risky bets or get-rich-quick schemes on Friday the 13th. Not that he has much luck with those, to begin with.

He clings to you all day, hoping you will be his good luck charm.

Leviathan

Freaks out internally. "It’s like a real-life horror scenario!"

He thinks it’s a good idea to spend the day playing survival games because what better day to play them, right? Wrong. He gets freaked out even more than usual and ends up watching fluff-filled anime.

He refuses to leave his room unless you coax him out, worried something terrible might happen outside.

"If I hide here all day, nothing bad will happen, right? Right!?”

Satan

He finds it fascinating, especially the historical origins of the superstition.

Yes, he immediately goes to the library to look up the history behind Friday the 13th, quoting facts and dissecting the human psychology behind it.

"Ah, interesting. A combination of religious beliefs and numerology."

He doesn’t believe in it but might playfully tease you by saying, "Better watch out today and give you a long list of things to avoid, like walking on a crack in the floor or walking under a mirror. Oh, and remember not to spill salt or nap in front of a mirror.”

Asmo

Asmo thinks it’s cute that humans have such superstitions. But he personally has nothing to fear because he is too beautiful to experience unlucky moments.

"Friday the 13th? Please, darling, I’m always lucky!"

Instead, he uses the day as an excuse to pamper himself, saying it’s important to take care of yourself on a potentially unlucky day.

But if anything slightly bad happens, he’ll dramatically say, "It’s the curse of Friday the 13th!"

Though, he mostly says it to freak out some of the brothers (and you).

Beel

He didn’t care much about it but gets a little concerned when you bring it up.

"Does that mean bad things will happen today? Like the fridge being empty?"

If you even hint a yes as a joke, he will stock up on snacks just in case something bad happens. No "bad luck" is going to get in the way of him and his meals.

Other than that, he shrugs it off—demons deal with worse things every day. But if you are scared or worried, he doesn’t mind cuddling with you and eating snacks while watching movies the entire day.

Belphie

The Avatar of South laughs when you tell Jim about Friday the 13th. "Humans are so funny with their odd fears."

He sleeps through most of the day as usual, not concerned about bad luck.

"Wake me up if anything interesting happens on this unlucky day.” By that, he means he wants to see his brothers freaking out or having a dramatic moment because they think the day is affecting them somehow.

Diavolo

Absolutely fascinated by the concept. "A day of bad luck? How intriguing!"

He wants to learn all about it and might even ask if Devildom should create its own Friday the 13th holiday for fun.

Actually, the prince wants to go to the human realm to see the effects of the day firsthand, but he doesn’t dare to suggest it after seeing Barbatos glaring at him with a ‘don’t even think about it’ look.

Regardless, he is amused by the superstition and jokes around with everyone to avoid stepping on cracks or walking under ladders.

Barbatos

The butler finds it mildly interesting but completely dismisses it as a superstition.

"It is simply another day, my Lord. There is no reason to be concerned. The same applies to you, (y/n).”

You might catch him quietly ensuring everything runs smoothly that day, not because he believes in bad luck, but just to make sure nothing disrupts Diavolo's curiosity. And no, he will not allow the prince to escape his duties to venture into the human world.

If you believe in bad luck, Barbatos will give you a lucky charm. In reality, it’s nothing more than a random object - he just wants you to feel safe the entire day.

Mephistopheles

He scoffs at the idea and is condescending about it. "Humans and their ridiculous fears. What a trivial concept."

And if you show any concerns about the day, he will tease you for being superstitious and roll his eyes at you.

However, he might avoid doing anything important that day, secretly thinking it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious. Not that he will ever admit it.

"I’m not worried about Friday the 13th… but if you are, I suppose I can keep you company."

That’s his way of saying he will protect you if needed, but why put in a nice way when he can be himself?

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[jayybugg]

summer of strawberries

Week 1 of Jinxed July is here! I promised my loves @finalgirllx & @thatdammchickennugget that I would participate in at least one week so here we are. I used the strawberry picking and heatwave prompts for a little sunshine x grumpy headcanon action with Theo. Banner from @cafekitsune!

Warnings: GN!Reader, mentions of smoking, grumpy!Theo, sunshine!reader, sickly sweet.

Word Count: 504 (Probably the shortest thing you'll get from me.)

Boyfriend!Theo who hates the heat. He hates the summer. He hates bugs.

Boyfriend!Theo who would rather sit under the AC of his childhood manor than do ANYTHING that requires him to move in the summer heat.

Boyfriend!Theo who has a partner who loves summer and the activities that come with it.

Boyfriend!Theo whose partner always wanted to go out and explore, host a pool party, or just be outside.

Boyfriend!Theo who was beyond annoyed when they were given a summer project to write about a fun outdoor activity they did over the summer.

Boyfriend!Theo who thought “Why does it matter to the teachers if he went outside or not?”

Boyfriend!Theo whose annoyance faded away a little bit once you said that you would do the activity with him.

Boyfriend!Theo whose only intention for the summer was to take you to his manor and hold you hostage in his bed.

“Strawberry picking!” You exclaimed, bouncing on Theo’s large bed excitedly.

Boyfriend!Theo who stared at you like you had grown two heads as he blew out smoke from his cigarette. “It’s hot.” He deadpanned.

“They’re ripe!” Your rebuttal, “And it’s the perfect thing for the project!”

Boyfriend!Theo rolled his eyes but got up to go to the strawberry field with you. He would do anything you said despite his distaste for the project and the heat.

Boyfriend!Theo whose love for you is strong but his hate for the sweltering heat wave is equally as strong.

Boyfriend!Theo who walked hand-in-hand with you, listening to you ramble on about every fact that you knew about strawberries. That was how your relationship worked, you were the yapper and he was the listener.

Boyfriend!Theo who watched you run to the field of strawberries, your smile brighter than the sun as you picked the biggest and juiciest ones.

Boyfriend!Theo who had a deep scowl on his face as he sweated through his white t-shirt. The material was basically sticking to his chest like a second layer of skin.

Boyfriend!Theo who also smiled sweetly at you whenever you showed him a bigger strawberry or a ladybug.

Boyfriend!Theo who risked sunburn to come and help you untangle a squirrel from the bushes.  

Boyfriend!Theo who definitely got sunburnt.

Boyfriend!Theo who gave you a piggyback ride all the way back to the manor, despite usually hating being touched in this type of heat.

Boyfriend!Theo who washed all your strawberries for you and made you different Italian desserts out of them.

Boyfriend!Theo who smiled softly as he watched your eyes gleam with happiness every time you bit into one of the strawberries or the desserts.

Boyfriend!Theo who loves you so much that he didn’t care about the raised eyebrows when the other boys saw his sunburnt skin when they came to visit.

Boyfriend!Theo who got the highest marks on his summer project when they came back to school.

Boyfriend!Theo who made Professor McGonagall dab tears from her eyes from reading his report because she could tell how much he loved you through the words he wrote.

[forevermorelupin]

Regulus “I hate everyone” Black that has the softest spot for you.

pairing(s): Regulus Black x gn!reader

warning(s): none.

poetry enthusiast. if you speak a different language he takes time to find poetry from your country of origin. reads them out loud in private to recite them to you one day.

doesn’t say anything if you lean your head on his shoulder while you two study together at the library, but deep down he adores that you find comfort in him.

whispers answers to you or writes them in little notes during class if you struggle in any subjects. but if anyone dares to ask him for help they get a death glare and sometimes a threat of being jinxed.

leaving little love notes in his books before lending them to you! they’re in very random and obscure spots so they always catch you off guard. loves it when you write responses before returning the books to him.

due to his issues he sometimes struggles with accepting the fact that he can be loved by you or even at all. doesn’t say anything about it but deeply craves your reassurance and validation. just hug him, run your fingers on his scalp, let him know he’s safe and he’ll melt in your arms.

[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily - masterlist with child/teen readers

Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2

Hi! Sorry I don’t know if you’re st ill taking requests but if you are, can I request a male!vigilante!Y/N. he’s likes 13-15 (younger than Tim but a older than Damian). He’s a orphan and been the infamous vigilante who goes by Jinx. He’s like super duper smart and knows martial arts and overall a total badass. The bat family has been trying to catch him for a couple of months now since he’s been like stealing their missions. Y/N just finished stopping a drug dealing near the docks. He’s about to leave when night wing and Robin (Damian) jump in front of him. They fight and robin kicks him in the ocean, knocking him out. When nightwing sees he’s not coming back, he goes and rescues him. So like they take him back to the bat cave and they put him in a cell and interrogate him, they find out he’s just a kid, a orphan and knows their secret identities (cause like I said, he’s super smart) Bruce decides to adopt the kid saying something like that it’s ether being adopted or going to jail. And Y/N and Damian aren’t happy about but have no choice and yeah that’s it. Sorry if it’s complicated or long - REQUEST

Batfamily & gn!reader - platonic

Can I request a gn!reader x batfam? The reader is in the batfamily business and is the 2nd youngest. They’re on a mission with the others, when they get hit by a alien tech which turns the reader into a toddler (2-3 years old?)😱 so the batfamily had to take care of the reader till they find an antidote. You can end it with the reader being turned back to their original age? - REQUEST

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

May i request a baby bat (preferably male) that's left at home with a babysitter (it was after Alfred's surgery or he could just be sick but he's resting) while everyone is out on missions and the babysitter is completely ignoring the babies cries for food and a diaper change while titus is trying to comfort him (btw i noticed that you write titus as doberman even though he's a great dane? Please don't take offense i didn't know if this was on purpose or not so i just thought I'll point it out!) baby ends up crawling out of his crib, out of the doggy door and into the streets in only a diaper and shorts and of course titus is right behind, every time baby tries to go into traffic titus is gently nudging him away with his snout , every time a random person tries to pick up the baby and take him to the police titus is not having it, until eventually word reaches the batfam about this and they go to investigate and the unbelievable anger they felt after watching the camera footage of inside their house, you can choose what happens to the babysitter but family fluff with the baby please! Sorry if this is long i just heard from other writers that the more details they have the easier it is to write, thank you!

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can I request a batfamily x male reader where reader is the youngest member(just a few months or so younger than Damien) and brings home a tiger he’s somehow managed to tame and is trying to convince his family to let him keep it?

Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2 - platonic

Batfamily x teen!reader who’s like younger than Timmy but older than dami, and he’s also a vigilante and were one before being taken in by the family. Anyways he has been with the family for a little while now and he’s close with every member, heck even he’s even close with the JL. But the batfamily doesn’t really know much about the reader’s past, and it’s a big deal if the world greatest detective doesn’t know ether. So a mission goes wrong and the reader is hurt so they obviously have to remove some of their clothing to treat him and they are shocked when they find many scars on the reader’s body. They decide to ask them about it when he wakes up. Once the reader wakes up and sees his body wrapped in bandages, he panics and has a panic attack because he knows they know about his scars now. One of the family member comes in and calms him down, and once’s he’s calm, they ask about how he got these scars. The reader knows he can’t keep lying anymore so he reluctantly tells them. His backstory is like Damians and cass. His father has a clan of his own and he trained the reader from birth to be the best assassin in the world. His punishments and training were harsher than Damian’s even. But he ran away from all that when he was 10. By the time he finishes the rest of the family is there and heard everything, he just breaks down crying again and the whole family now comforts him, telling him he’s safe now. IM SORRY IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE BY THIS :(

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Baby bat who gets kidnapped by lex Luthor but has no clue what’s happening like he’s being taken to metropolis and baby bats is like are we thiere yet singing and being a menace Thiere confused on why an ugly bald guy is taking them out but Luthor gets fed up and leaves the kid somewhere and they just vibe

Batfamily & male!reader, part 2 - platonic

I hope it’s not too weird but can I request batfam a batbro!reader, older than Damian but younger then Tim that isn’t very emotional when it comes to death? Like they don’t understand why people are so hysterical over death. Maybe an animal died and they just go “oh they’re dead” like it was nothing. Hope ur doing well, I’m projecting so much with this but I can’t wait to see what you do if you do. I love ur writing, can’t wait to read more 🫶

Batfamily & male!reader, part 2 - platonic

Another request, hope it’s not bad. But batbro!reader who was raised to be perfect. Who’s older than Damian bur younger than Tim. But I was thinking maybe Bruce and readers mum have split custody and his mum is very demanding, the reader doing things like music and ballet (I just love dancing bc I was a dancer) and their mum pushes them to be perfect, in that and schoolwork and belittles then if it’s not perfect. Like they are worse than most of the family, not sleeping and always studying or pushing his body to the limits with practice. The family is going to a dancing competition for Cassandra and the reader is performing but they don’t know, reader not getting first place and they see how his mother reacts badly, maybe belittling the reader, their reaction maybe. Hope it makes sense, if you are uncomfortable with it dw🫶. I’ve seen so many assassin or killer ones.

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Oh god, i don't have any specific scenarios but i would really like to see some more babybat reader? Maybe batfam and a foodie baby? One where he's the happiest when he's eating

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

I'd like to see how batfam deal with babybat (not necessarily baby like 4 or 5) that's obsessed with video games? Like first thing he does in the morning is turn on his playstation before he even has breakfast or anything, maybe Bruce takes him out to get some outside time but instead he's just pointing out how some things look like this certain game he played etc, and basically the only way his brothers can interact with him is if they asked to play with him

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Hey, I was wondering if you could do the Batfam with a Teen Former black Widow ( sorry English isn't my first language)

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Can I request a batfamily discovering that Bruce has another biological son(who’s reader and is the second youngest) but also that reader is stuck in a abusive home and they go to save him from it?

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Im so sorry ,in advance, its okey to ignore the request Batfam x child here this scenario: Batfam where on a mission catching some criminals, like usual but then hearing crying noise on the dark alleyways, when Batman or anyone in the batfamily check to see, When they looked, they saw a crying child with little bit blood on their face , they asked “why are they crying?are you hurt?” or “ are you okey? What happened?” The child pointed at darkest corners of the alley. they looked where the child was pointing at, they saw two of the parents died in the same manner like Batman backstory , when the child look up at them still crying , they lift their arms and said “ c-can I-i *sob*have a-a hug?*sob* p-please” How would the batfamily react? Or what to do to calm the child reader

Batfam & male!reader - platonic

Batfam x little bat bro The batbro is a really quiet kid, not non-verbal, just hardly ever talks. He's just quiet all around, when walking, eating, doing whatever. He also likes to stare a lot. Just imagine the kid suddenly appearing in front of Bruce's desk , you can just see his little grabby hands and the upper part of his face, and he just stares. Definitely is the one to accidentally scare them with suddenly appearing even tho he's been here the whole time. The definition of this --->●_●

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Yk the one where batbro reader meets the justice league and the leave absolutely loves him? Could you do one with the young justice with Tim or teens titans with dick or the outlaws with Jason?

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Okay hear me out, reader x batfamily okay? The reader is 2nd youngest (like 14) and recently during a mission, they got sent to alternate reality where they’re a bad guy, and witnessed themself kill the batfamily? Obviously you don’t have to write out that part if it makes you uncomfortable, but any ways. Once they return they distant themselves from the family beacuse they’re scared they’re going to hurt the family and turn out like the other evil them? The batfamily has enough of this after a while and corners them and kinda pressures them into telling what’s going on with them, and the reader kinda breaks down and says what they saw and that they’re scared they’re going to hurt their family. The batfam comforts them and tells them that, their nothing like their evil self? Somethin like thattt

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Batbro rwader who gets the flu or has bad fever but refuses to rest and still wants to go on patrol? (2nd youngest like 2 years older than dami) PRETTY PLEASEEEEE

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Heyo, can I ask for a bat!bro reader who’s around 16 or 17 and they find out that he smokes and drinks? And sometimes some drugs. And he (tries to) hide it from everyone? If not it’s ok, and I hope ur doing good. Can’t wait to see what you write 🫶

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hi! Could you do a Batfam x teen reader, where the reader does illegal street race, he sneaks out at night to go those race, and the Batfam found out about it ! Thank you ;)

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can we get fic where male batbro x batfamily, where his school is having a field trip to Wayne enterprises? I’m not sure if you watch marvel or read marvel fics but it’s basically likes the ones where peters has a field trip to go stark industry’s. Anyways, so Bruce and Tim work their right? Tim is the co-ceo and Tom is just teasing him the whole time Tim gives a tour but when they took a break for the the kids to eat and stuff. Tim walks in on someone picking on batbro reader, the batbro reader doesn’t care that much but Tim does. Tim just gets protective of him and kinda threatens the bullies with a smile?

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can you do a batfam x baby bro reader? Where Bruce puts reader in a Batman onesie and it was cute and when they boys see it they all start fighting, which turns physical quick, over who’s costume reader should wear a onesie of next

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

My latest obsession > motorcycles ,i know so many people call them death machines but i can't help but get heart eyes when i look at them, anyways i wanted to know how would the batfam react to the youngest family member batbro reader being like that? I'm especially curious about Bruce, will he buy a whole garage for his kid? Or try to steer his interest somewhere else? Also i think Jason will try to be reader's riding buddy <3

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Could you do a batfam x batbro reader? Where reader is the 2nd youngest and they all accidentally forget his birthday, and they see him all teary eyed and they all feel really guilty and go to apologize to him except plot twist, batbro also forgot that it was his birthday and was teary eyed because he saw a really emotional scene in a video game he was playing and it made him tear up

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can I ask for a follow up on Australian bat!bro reader where he gets annoyed bc they won’t let him drink alcohol or smth? Here in Australia there is alot of underage drinking. (I mean I got high and tipsy at my 17th birthday party with parental permission💀) Just thinking about the culture shock most of them would get 😭

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hey, I love your fics. I wanted to request a bat!bro reader who’s 16 where Bruce has split custody with his mum (he grew up with his mum and wanted split) but it turns out his mum was just using him to get money from Bruce and is kind of neglectful? And he always gives it to her bc he’s a mamas boy? Stay safe and don’t forget to stay hydrated <33

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, who does figure skating?

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hello, firstly I love your writings ! I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, who is like the winter soldier from Marvel? He has a Metal arm and has been trained to be a weapon . Only if you want to, of course. have a good day !

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Could you do batfam x baby bat reader? Where reader is a tiny force of chaos who likes to run around and cause mischief, and the only person he’s perfectly behaved with (aside from Alfred) is Damian, and while the rest of the family is trying to figure out why, Damian is just being smug cause even as an infant his little brother obviously knows who his superior brother is

Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2 (requested by @stealing-kneecaps) - platonic

Hi, this is my first time asking here I really love your work and also the whole reason me going into the DC fandom really... Anyway, back to my request can you do like a fluffy interaction with the batfamily when child (male or gn) reader told them that they had a "boyfriend" at school. Not entirely sure if this is really you're cup of tea and if not you can ignore it.

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Hello I was wondering if you could write a teen male reader with the Batfam. The reader is super into technology and hacking stuff and kinda helps the fam in the background of mission Thanks you!

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

Can you do a teen reader (younger than Damian by 1 or 2 years) x batfam, where he is spider man? (I mean kinda like miles morales, he has electricity powers but his webs are organic too and doesn’t need a web shooters.) he is Bruce’s biological child and his mother died, yk his canon event and what not. So he has to move to Gotham and isn’t happy about. Just distant and all. One night He sneaked out and bought a train ticket and went to New York, and was only spider man and just slept in somewhere. So the batfamily tracked him to New York, and while looking for him, they bump into him as spider man. They have to team up to find a villian but reafer gets hurt in the end and his mask fell off and they see it’s reader? They bring him and just have a talk when he wakes up and they come to conclusion for him to join the family in their fighting in Gotham?

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

Hello author. I hope your having a splendid day May I request a reader x batfamily ( a year younger than Damian) They are a Demi god of lightning and electricity. He has been having a hard time with cases and failing and stuff like that, too much pressure. And he’s kind of hitting his breaking point. So during a fight with a villain, alone. The villain corrupts the reader and makes him evil. For a few months he became a villain and barely anyone could stop him. The batfamily at first didn’t know it was him but during a mission that was orders by the villain that corrupted him, to kill Althea (your oc) but Althea got away with injures but saw his face and told her mom and her mom told bats. So with this new information the batfamily were more devastated . With the help of the justice league the batfamily are in a show down with the reader, somewhere near a cliff and they fight and while also talking about their memories together. Reader was too powerful though and restrains everyone with use his electricity. His eyes are red and with dead eyes he walks towards any batfamily member of your choice and was about to deliver the final blow before the bat member looks at them and says ‘ I love you, my son/little brother’ reader hesitates and his eyes widens and filled with tears, the red disappearing. He’s of course confused and disoriented, he steps back and not notices the cliff. His mind coming back to me as he slowly lets his restaions of the others disappear. He steps back near the cliff and looks back into the abyss and back at his family and friends. With regret and a messed up mind right now thinking he won’t be forgiven, he purposely steps back and fall down the cliff. No one was fast enough to stop his fall and he dies. They retrieve his body and they’re just depressed and stuff for a while hut Damian won’t allow his only little sibling to die and takes his body to talia and he gets revived back. when he brings unconscious reader back, the batfamily are upset at him for doing a dangerous act but happy that it went well. Sorry it’s too long.

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

HEYYY, firstly how are you! I wanted to ask if you could write about a teen male reader with the Batfam. He is kinda like the winter soldier if you know what I mean ( skilled fighter, metal arm..), since he lived with the Batfam he was doing a good mental recovery, but one day he goes back to winter soldier mode on the fam, and they try to get him back to normal again, idk Thanks you bye !

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

Ok this one is mainly for Alfred but u could add batbros and batdad if u want, anyways i was wondering what would alfred (or any of the fam) do to stop BatToddler reader tantrum? Like i imagine the setting would be grocery shopping and Alfred's only getting healthy food including boring plain cereal and BatToddler is not having it and only wants sugar loaded cereal and starts whining and tearing up right there in the middle of the store, would alfred give in to those tears or find an alternative? I imagine batdad would give in and the brothers might even encourage it giving that they probably eat the same junk food

Batfamily & male!reader - platonic

(Kind of self projecting sorry lol) SO! BabyBat has an upset stomach but Bruce's too anxious about giving him medicine because can his baby stomach handle those chemicals? Insert Alfred rolling up his sleeves "give him here master Bruce" a tired Bruce just hands him over without question and watches as alfred and baby head to the kitchen and suddenly...baby stopped crying? Bruce walks into the kitchen seeing flower stems on the counter and Alfred standing there with a sleeping baby "...How?" "Rosewater master Bruce, i made and fed him Rosewater" Not sure how to end this but basically BabyBat would only drink Rosewater from now on and Bruce has to upgrade his gardening game ,Alfred always has already-made Rosewater so his Grandson is always hydrated and the rest of batbros are just like "hell yeah my brother's too fancy for regular water" I hope you except my request and thank u! I love u

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

I remember back when i was a few months old and still using a baby walker, I'll wake up early morning but my parents will be too exhausted to get up yet so my older sister will put me in the walker in front of the TV and turn on something like national geographic or anything about animals then I'm entertained for hours(might take a stroll around the livingroom but with my eyes still on the tv) even though i understood nothing lol, can i see something like that with batfam and babybat? I feel like this is something batbros will definitely do if they're too tired to entertain their baby brother but still want to hangout with him(they just end up open mouthed staring at the tv just like the baby < Bruce's favourite site in the morning)

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

U know those adorable videos where big brothers are the most gentle and just keep picking up and kissing their baby sibling no matter if the baby was sleeping or not? I imagine babybatbro (triple B lol) will be napping next to Bruce in bed and then which ever batbro will come in and steal the baby with no explanation hehe, I'd like to see something like that with all 4 batbros please

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

Artist toddler batbro! Can't help but draw/ paint at least once a day and at the end of the day batfam is anticipating who will be the lucky family member that'll receive which ever art piece their youngest has created that day (sometimes the art piece is on the walls or floor of the mansion but no one has the heart to be angry when little batbro is just proudly presenting his art) Toddler batbro *leaves a paint covered tiny handprint on the wall* Bruce: alfred, frame that

Batfamily x male!reader - platonic

I hope you don’t mind can I request a Batfam x Genius child male reader like child male reader is basically smart (and comes from a wealthy and influence family) and has higher IQ for someone so young (smarter than the rest of Batfam) Bruce met child male reader in the funeral when child male reader grandparents died leaving child male reader orphan because his parents also died. Somehow child male reader was strangely attach to Bruce even tho it's there first time meeting so he just walk up to Bruce and stare at him in wonder. Which also leads everyday male reader running away from home and going to Wayne manor because he wanted to stay close to Bruce and meeting the rest of family and which leads the male reader Butler (who's taking care of reader for time being until someone or close relative steps up and takes the role to raise reader) to apologize everytime when picks reader up from the Wayne manor. Reader already knows all the Batfam especially the Justice League secret identity with just one look at them. Male reader who is shy, quite (rarely ever makes a sound) and well mannered. Male reader has a habit of touching the technology of the bat cave or the Justice league base and knows how to fix them aswell

Batfamily & male!reader - romantic with Bruce Wayne

Hello, I hope you are doing alright! So I can have a kinda cross over idea for a teen male reader. a mix of Batfam and star wars. The reader is a Jedi padawan that had to flee towards the Earth after the Jedi were forced into hiding and the rest is up to you

Batfamily x male!reader

I love the Brazilian batboy fanfic, consider doing it with a Venezuelan batboy in the future please 🙌🏻

Batfamily x male reader

I wanted to ask for a Batbro who is the son of Bruce and Catwoman, he is the youngest in the family and very similar to Selina, he has the same tastes as his mother, he helps her with robberies, but when Selina is arrested by Batman, the family tries to convince younger brother that stealing is wrong - @eliz36545 and @leleolivr655

Batfamily x male!reader

Hiiii! I was wondering if u could do an male reader x batfam, where the reader is deaf and has to use sign language? P.s I love Ur work Requested by - randomperson3736

Batfamily x male!reader

I wanted to know if you could make another request for the Bat Brother that was created to be a weapon when the Black Canary said he was ready to go to school, Bruce put him in one, but a boy tried to intimidate him and the Bat Brother broke his arm. He still couldn't understand what he did wrong because of his training. - @eliz36545

Batfamily x male reader

Ummm hi I just wanted to ask if you know the Netflix series called The Queen's Gambit? If you know, can you make a story where the reader is Bruce's son Is a chest master. Where he beats everyone in his chess game. Well I would love it if you retained the Queen's Gambit title but if not that's fine too🤣.But in the middle of the story he was angry because someone had managed to beat him in his match so he became annoyed and locked himself in a room to find a strategy.To defeat the person who defeated him. If possible, the one that will distract the reader is the OC. Thank you. Sorry if there are too many requests hehe - @mooonbyyyyy

Batfamily x male!reader

Could you do "baby bat" where a killer tried to kill Bruce Wayne's youngest son when I saw that all the media and the family loved him but Titus was sleeping in his room and saw him and bit him to save the baby - @eliz36545

Batfamily x male reader

Yo, Can u write about Mexican! Batbro (same age or a year older than Damian, like Damian he's a biological son of Bruce) who celebrates dia de muertos, he could make an altar of Thomas and Martha Wayne, he could explain his roots and culture to the batfamily Yo, Can u write about Mexican! Batbro (same age or a year older than Damian, like Damian he's a biological son of Bruce) who celebrates dia de muertos, he could make an altar of Thomas and Martha Wayne, he could explain his roots and culture to the batfamily

Batfamily x male!reader

Hi idk if you're taking requests rn but can you please do if possible batfamily x male reader who's younger than dick but older than jason and he is really shy around batfamily because he came to the family after damian idk if this makes sense and while out on patrol an enemy injects him something that turned him into a toddler but he still has all his memory the rest is up to you im sorry if this doesn't make sense😭

Batfamily x male reader

Batfamily x male reader who likes to cuddle

Batfamily x male reader

Reader is a magic user (like the scarlet witch), he often uses his powers during his normal day to day life too He’s constantly found levitating off the ground while meditating, reading his spell book and using his powers to do simple things like making his bed etc However his powers has a side effect, his powers hurt him sometimes as every time his emotionally unstable or upset his powers can take over but the rest of the family doesn’t know cause he never told them he simply cuddled up to them One day after a bad argument the pain was too much to hold in and he desperately needed to let go of his powers to get rid of the energy However he couldn’t do that cause it could damage the manor and hurt the others so he tries to hold it in trying to deal with the pain He walked into the manor and looked for the first person he could find and simply hugged them They knew his love language was physical affection but they never knew it went so far as to stop him from having a magical melt down He tries to explained the issue to whoever he was holding on too and they started praising him and rubbing his back trying to make him calm down till they get to an open space where he can let go

Batfamily x male!reader

Hello can you please do more baby or toddler reader x batfamily if you can😭i just love them