#komodo dragon!reader

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

Komodo dragon!reader get oscar pregnant on accident because the condom they had used while to big to fit most other men was a tight fit that tore on reader and cue charles being jealous of carrying reader's kid before him and oscar being preggers for the off season only and both having to take care ofa baby each because it was twins.

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nsfw + possibly triggering content under cut <3 (brief mention of forced sterilisation)

first of all, it was a celebratory/consolatory date for the constructor's championship

charles and oscar were so reluctant to even use condoms

they wanted to feel you fully and if they got knocked up then so be it

but you insisted because you didn't want them putting their careers in jeopardy

the choice didn't end up mattering anyway when you found out it ripped

oscar is thrilled and insists you keep going

he will whine so pathetically if you try to stop

charles then insists you fuck him raw after oscar is totally worn out

you're kinda past the point of reason anyway

afterwards, you have totally fucked out cat!oscar and bunny!charles cuddling on the bed while you try to find condoms designed for big hybrid species

it's a surprisingly empty market

(if this is in the prey-dominant, vibe-based hybrid!au then maybe there's a history of big hybrid species being sterilised without consent or something for "public safety" so consensual birth control is still kind of a new thing)

anyway

it's not until about a week later that oscar finds out he's pregnant

obviously, all three of you are very happy

charles is very a little jealous that oscar gets to give you babies before he does, but he'll get over it (and have you get him pregnant in the next break)

because cats have pretty short pregnancies, oscar probably gives birth before the next season's testing even starts (we're gonna say that in gestating hybrids, mammal species are dominant so pregnant mammal hybrids won't just lay eggs or something)

the three of you walk into preseason testing with charles and oscar each carrying a little kitten hybrid and you carrying all of their bags

"what good is it having a super strong boyfriend/baby daddy if you can't get him to carry everything for you?"

charles and oscar get princess treatment basically

[yaekiss]

zhongli asking for ur help to lay his eggs only to learn they’re unfertlized… fucking him with them inside him to fertilize them… >< 👍

꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Zhongli, no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cock, Zhongli's anatomy written to have 2 dicks, a pussy, and a womb, mentions of heat, eggs. (thanks blake), lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: I've been thinking about this since u dropped this in my inbox, @uplatterme. also tagging @mahal-kita !! <3 honestly, I didn't really mean for it to become a ramble....... and I feel like this could've been more monsterfucky idk,, I haven't reach the full potential for this one, I'll add in extra thoughts in the tags

You come home one day and you find your poor husband with his draconic features out, his tail and horns proudly on display, along with scales that shimmer faintly in the light littered across his skin, and his talons.

He's coiled up on your sofa, looking downright miserable as his tail flicks back and forth irritably. It's not hard to tell that he's in a foul mood.

"Apologies you have to see me in such a state but it seems that my heat has snuck up on me this time," he may sound sorry however, the way he's eyeing you down is anything but. As if trying to entrance you to take things further. 

“I would love for it to be over fast, however, for that to happen, copulation is required.” 

The hem of his robe slips down his shoulder, revealing his (unmarked) skin. He's tempting you, the sly dragon, lashes batting at you.

"But you will help me, right, dearest?"

A slash from his claws makes quick work of the sash tying his robes and he sheds the thin fabric, letting you drink in the sight of his heat. His 2 cocks are already hard and weeping, precum drooling from the tips. But what really catches your eye is his glistening cunt, folds so wet and dripping with slick.

Zhongli drags you down, looping his arms around your neck and pressing himself flushed against you, intoxicated by the warmth of your body. He frees your cock and traces a claw against its underside, eager to have it deep in him.

Carefully, he presses his cocks against yours, hissing at the searing heat of the contact. Avoiding the sharp tips of his talons, he wraps his hands around the both of you and frots. Precum beads at the top, dripping down and coating your cock with every roll of Zhongli’s hips. His breath comes out in pants, already losing himself to the mounting pleasure.

“Hah… This feels so good…!” His voice is gravelly, laced with lust as he speeds up his pace, frotting his length against yours harder. But just as he’s about to cum, you yank his hands away, stopping him from reaching his climax. A snarl builds up in his throat at this but it quickly melts into a moan as you slap your tip on his clit.

“Let’s not forget about our main goal, hmm? But first, I want you to beg for it.”

“Please dearest, pleasepleaseplease, I n-need you!” He’s frantically trying to take you into him, jerking up to meet you but whining when your hands move to clamp around the plush flesh of his hips to prevent him from moving.

“Do not tease, please, I need to carry your clutch!” And that’s all you need to hear before you’re sinking into him, bottoming out without any resistance because of how wet he already is.

“Hngk! S-so full!” His head is thrown back as you thrust, paired with how his cocks are trapped between the two of you, bliss floods every nerve in him. Shakily guiding your hand to his womb, he groans out, “Can you- ah! -feel my eggs? You will fill me with y-your cum, pump me full-!?”

His words are cut off with you pressing the heel of your palm on his clit, grinding on the sensitive nub, bringing your poor dragon to completion. He clamps down on your length as he climaxes, the sudden increase in tightness making you cum as well, his walls milking you for all you’re worth.

The veins climbing up his arms glow a molten gold as his two cocks twitch while they splatter his release on your skin. Something slithers and wraps around you, a glance reveals that it's his tail, as if trying to keep you in him for as long as possible. Greedy. 

For a moment, there’s a dreamy far off look in his eyes as he pats his tummy, one that soon changes to something more animalistic in nature, hungry for more. His tail wraps tighter around you, helping you reach deeper into him, parts that have him seeing stars behind his eyes.

“Perhaps we need to go for a few more rounds, dearest. I need to make sure it takes, after all ♡”

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

A prompt from a lil stream I did last night: free baby, but in different AUs. So I present the two options for if Mouse-Y/N found a random baby:

1. Help I Think This Baby Lion Thinks I Am It’s Parent

2. I Thought It Was A Chicken But Nope It’s A Dragon And Now It’s Imprinted On Me

(I did fuzzbear and then I did a short one for sea monster before I realized I was abt to pass tf out lol)

(Eclipse fuckign adores babies in every AU sorry I don’t make the rules)

[liplinerloser]

Hello!

Увидела, что ваши запросы открыты и я решила оставить свой!

Можно мне Мейсона, Дерека с f!reader, которая оказалась хитрее них?

Она одерживает над ними победу, но не решает их убить, потому что "просто быстро убить вас было бы слишком гуманно"

I liked how these sort of came out so I might write them as little fics, or the after maths of them since part of the request is you don’t actually kill them

hope I didn’t butcher the translation!

Minors dni!

Mason + Derek with an F!reader, who out smarts them

Derek

It’s not difficult to imagine someone being able to outsmart him, he’s so full of himself he doesn’t even think of it as a possibility. With his inflated ego all it took was some fake submission and a few fulfilled requests until he was lulled into a false sense of security. He would believe you were primal, like a scared animal, what he expected with the other captives. But you had a plan.

From your few rough encounters with Derek you knew he wouldn’t ever let you off lightly if he caught you lacking, the sore sting of your tongue against the roof of your mouth reminded you of that.

You were practically defenceless, and to make matters worse you were sure the water supply was tainted, meaning you were thirsty, hungry and afraid.

You clocked Komodo and Dragon performing some weird ritual, but after gauging the level of threat you ruled them out. Unless you stepped into their territory it’s likely they wouldn’t be an issue; you were tempted to attack them when you noticed the knife they used on their victims, just big enough to do some damage but small enough to hide on your person. You stashed the idea and moved on.

If you had survived long enough to withstand the heat of the desert and the pangs of grinding hunger you had definitely encountered jack. Despite him being the most threatening he was ironically one of the most benevolent of the group. You’d remembered how he’d caught you and forced you into certain activities, and rewarded you as such. This was a possible opening

carefully, you stalked the desert, being sure to duck in the cover of the sand if you heard the familiar rumble of the quad. You reached the place where you had initially encountered jack, ducked your head, and silently peered out over the Sandy terrain. It was only a matter of time before he made his rounds.

And so he did, you caught him with his captive, mid fight no doubt. She thrashed wildly in his grasp, landing a few hits from the steady stream of blood under the mask.

You respected her courage in the situation, especially when you saw her knock jack to the ground and lunge for his weapon. You saw your opening.

Practically diving before she could grip the knuckle duster hilt of the knife, you tackled her, in her state of shock she thrashed rather than attacking you. It was clear she recognised you.

Before you could register the betrayal in her eyes you pushed the knife into the soft flesh beneath her jaw. She writhed, warm blood pulsing out in a clean stream. Your eyes were wide, jaw ajar, completely forgetting about him.

You were pulled out of your trance by a rumbling laughter. He had pulled himself off the floor and loomed over you.

“You batting for the other team now? Don’t think the others would be best pleased hm”, he had a shit eating grin plastered over his now unmasked face. You braced for impact, nothing came.

You were the one who held the knife, the power dynamic had shifted and he knew it too. Even if he managed to pry the knife out of your hands and beat you limp, you wouldn’t die without a fight. He’d seen first hand how you were willing to fuck someone up just to survive. His arrogance and pride wouldn’t allow him to be seen at the camp bruised and battered at the hands of a captive.

Jack let out a grunt, holding his hands up defeatedly. Everyone had a price, and he was willing to pay yours to live, or At least until he could kill you when you weren’t looking. You took advantage of this, pointing the knife at his throat as you explained your situation with Derek.

You could’ve swore you saw his head nodding almost with understanding? Maybe Derek was just an asshole to everyone. You told him you wanted him dead, at that his eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn’t quite pick out.

you heard him sigh with frustration, he promised to help you, he clarified just one thing.

“You can do what you want to the little shit, cut him into little cubes, wear him like a jacket for all I care. But you can’t kill him. Fuck him up real good, then meet me at camp. I’ll get you out of here”

It’s not unbelievable to assume you didn’t trust him at all, you had a feeling this choice would come back to you later

He offered you the knife you’d killed the other captive with, you grimaced as you took it, but understood it was the only way out.

You waited until it was darker, the desert had cooled. Taking the knife and reaching behind you, you made a jagged slash along your shoulders and back. As you did, deliberately screaming, listening to the hollow echoes of your voice around the desert.

The other 3 captors were nowhere to be seen, same with the other captives. Apart from 1, that familiar grinding noise of the quad approaching you. Your stomach churned as you quickly hid the knife in the waist band of your shorts.

Lying on the floor, seething with pain, he approached you curiously. Upon seeing the wound he bared his teeth like a dog.

“Who the fuck did this to you. I paid good money for you. and you let someone else touch you, dirty bitch.”, his nose scrunched in disgust.

There was no concern or empathy, as you had to remind yourself he was barely human, barely feeling in terms of emotion. You were not a conscious being to him, instead a mere chew toy to satisfy his urges. The piñata he got all his frustration out on before he had to wear the mask of a functional person back home, and for his father

“Might as well make good use one last time. And I’m a nice guy, so I’ll let you pick which hole.”, blinking away tears, you pitifully pointed to your mouth, Playing off the sad character you had created for yourself

Positioning yourself on your knees, looking through your lashes with teary eyes, you found yourself smiling, before reaching for his belt and getting to work. You had to make sure you were good for him, just this once.

Using both your hands and tongue, you pawed and kneaded at him needily, drinking him, much to his pleasure. The original grip he had on your hair had loosened as he leaned into your touch desperately. Derek felt so secure in his position of power, felt he had broke you, but you waited for this.

He twitched, gritting his teeth. He was almost there, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of finishing. With his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, you stretched a free hand behind you, gripping the knife that you’d hidden.

Quicker than he could process, you pushed the knife so deep into the flesh of his thigh that you were sure you hit bone. Before he could grab you as a reflex, you lay on your back, using one leg to kick at the fresh wound, and the other to stop him from hobbling towards you

“You fucking bitch. You fucking stupid cunt, you’re nothing, if you kill me you still can’t leave here, don’t you fucking get that?!”, you cringed at his temper tantrum.

The pain was too much for him, he fell to the floor, gritting his teeth and writhing in agony. You knew in this state he wouldn’t get far, and eventually he would pass out from blood loss, so you decided against stabbing him again (as much as you wanted the satisfaction)

“You need me. You can’t leave me here, do you even know who I am?!”

After all the pain he had caused you, to see him so vulnerable, crying like a spoiled child, it gave you back a little bit of dignity that he had stripped you of.

“Please. Please, fuck, please. You don’t have to do this, I can get you anything you want, literally anything. Don’t leave me here.” , all you could think was how pathetic he was to resort to begging.

There was more Babbling, in between the tears and choked sobs. Something about his urges, how it wasn’t personally against you and he just wanted to feel normal. You couldn’t help but audibly scoff, after everything he had put you through, he’s sorry cause it “wasn’t personal”, or he “wanted normalcy”. You were shaking from anger.

You decided against killing him, not only because of the offer with jack, but because any death you could afford him would be too generous and humane.

God knows he doesn’t deserve that. He wasn’t worth your effort, you just wanted to go home.

You thought you saw a white mask stalking in the Distance. Fearing one of the others, gripping your knife you moved quickly in the direction of the camp.

As expected jack was waiting for you, cigarette lit between his calloused fingers.

He blinked almost in surprise that you'd survived, but Moreso acknowledgment for your existence. Holding out a cup of ambiguous liquid, you assumed out of good will, you silently drank together.

that was the last thing you remembered before knocking out.

in homeless fashion, you'd woke up on a random park bench in a familiar town that once your eyes adjusted you presumed to be your own.

you finally let out a sigh of relief as you let your feet drag across the pavement in the direction of your home. Your reality had shifted, becoming more aware of peoples lingering glances, their facial reaction towards you. You couldn’t help but feel ruined.

A fresh shower eased your tense muscles, washing away your guilt (temporarily), you let your fingers trace over the scars and bruises that littered your skin. they would fade. it was over. you finally let yourself feel vulnerable

But you should never be vulnerable, especially since you fucked with a Goffard.

Mason

To survive Mason you had to be much more calculated than you did with Derek. Mason didn’t need to be cocky, he knew his way around that Forest more than you ever would, he was quick and quiet.

You had learned a few things just from your first day. Mason made rounds, he didn’t stick to one place, which meant that you couldn’t stick to one place either. Due to the Forrest shape and the pattern of his movements it was more difficult for him to corner you, which was in your favour.

Another thing was the Forrest was cold as a motherfucker, and sleeping was near impossible without the comfort of a fire to warm you. At first you thought the supplies to light the fire were a trick, trying to weed you out, surely he would be able to see the smoke rising from the tree tops and catch you?

But nights were also safe, gave you enough time to patch yourself up, rest, or set up for the next day. You’d figured out on the night he rested in a log cabin, which gave you some peace of mind knowing he wouldn’t be prowling

Mason was a man of his word, if you survived him he would let you go of no consequence, which could not apply to others. The issue was finding a way around a man that was so obviously a skilled hunter

First you thought about the Snares, having nearly been caught in one, you thought you could possibly use one to your advantage. That was ruled out when animals kept getting stuck in them, your guilty conscience forced you to leap to save them

You had seen a bear trap before, cunningly hidden under dry foliage, you’d spotted it and avoided it, maybe you could move it into his pathway? By this point you had his moves tracked to a T, so you could predict where he would be moving next.

Your chest swelled with pride, and a mixture of anxiety, as you tried to replicate the deceptive placement of the trap he had originally set, covered in leaves, twigs and shrubbery.

To seal the deal and ensure he actually came you let a raw scream rip through your throat, you knew it wasn’t an issue for him to find where the scream could come from, the man could practically echolocate.

Your eyes darted around the open Forrest, realising you had nowhere to hide and had given up your location. Staring up a tree near the bear trap, you sighed.

Making sure to climb promptly up the tree while leaving no trace proved a challenge, the longer you waited the more you hallucinated the sounds of twigs snapping beneath thick leather boots. Once you were up, securely hidden by the dense leaves, you dared to peer down

It had taken him a matter of 15 minutes to find you, just from a scream. Either he sprinted or he was in an area nearby, both options scared you. The familiar green of his tartan print shirt made you lurch with fear

Biting your lip, you watching him along the pathway edge closer and closer to the trap, you had granted yourself the feeling of freedom prematurely, assuming it would work.

Furrowing your brows, you were confused when he stopped a pace away from the trap. You felt your skin crawl hearing a deep resonating laughter erupt from him, a laughter that felt patronising

He had seen it. And he was amused? Instead of stepping onto it or around it, he instead picked up a large stick, and used it to trigger the trap with a gut wrenching snap. That could’ve been you, ideally it should’ve been him.

It was a premature plan, not very well thought out, it would take more to take him out, especially considering his size, he was easily twice yours, if not in height but the sheer weight and strength of him. You did have a lingering feeling that you should keep an eye out for the repurposed bear trap, that could come in handy.

The next step on the failing agenda was to explore the one place you really really didn’t want to. His Cabin. By default you assumed it was locked so before you even considered actually going you thought about methods to get in, he hadn’t seen you by that area, so maybe he would accidentally leave the door unlocked??

Yeah fat chance. Surely you had to take advantage of how quick he seemed to be when he heard you in the area with the bear trap, it’s almost as if he dropped everything to find you, you wanted to test this theory.

You knew there was a lake nearby, and decided to try your chances at fishing, not really for the whole nutritional value of the fish but another idea. It was a forest right? A densely packed, environmentally diverse forest, you had seen foxes, rabbits, deer, so it was only right to assume there must be bears, especially with a stream so close by.

Waiting until night fall again, you wondered how long it would take before he grew tired of exclusively searching for you during the day. You made your way over to the stream, you’d seen something about catching fish with your hands on some tv show and didn’t really think much of it when you saw it. Maybe you should’ve paid attention.

After a few tries of Emulating a really terrible Bear Grylls technique you resorted to a stick, rolling up your trousers and standing in the freezing water very still, seeing an unfortunate victim swim towards you, you plunged your stick into it.

You could worry about feeling guilty later, when you were safe. Making your way over to a snare you knew he set up before, one that you’d narrowly avoided, you placed the fish very close to it. Making sure to remove the head so it’s stench was stronger.

Practically sprinting, you made your way back to the hiding place near his cabin. It would take a while for a Bear to go near the snare, and it was almost morning, so he’d surely he would be up and out. You hoped he would confuse the bear for you just long enough.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, you were practically becoming delirious from hunger, and the cold had finally started nipping away at your fingers and nose. Alongside that you were drained, forcing yourself to stay awake, you didn’t want to be caught at the last lap.

He finally came. Striding out with an air of confidence, gruff harsh footsteps crunching against the earth. Further into the distance, the familiar sound of the snare, and the shake of the trees. The deer weren’t heavy enough to do that, he thought he had finally won.

Overcome with hubris, he slammed the door of the cabin shut, gripping his knife. You noted he didn’t lock it. Even mass murderers make mistakes.

There was your chance, quietly crawling up the steps, you made your way in. Anxiety ripped at your insides as you searched, conveniently you had found that handy bear trap, and a few other interesting bits too. You didn’t like the guy but you were always curious to learn about someone.

No technology, but a map? Upon studying it a little closer you noticed the area with a pin in it was where you were, seeing the familiar curves of the stream on its hand drawn surface. Another place fairly close by was circled, you wondered if that would be useful later.

Placing the bear trap in front of the door was the first thought, but that was too easy, he would surely notice it, and even if it caught just a leg he seemed rough enough to pull it off and lunge for you. That wouldn’t work out for you.

You noticed a stool, dragged it to the gap behind the door for when it would swing open upon his entry, then stood on it with the bear trap positioned away from your body.

Mason was pissed to say the least. Not only was it not you in the snare, but a large angry fucking bear. it took a few hacks at it to get it to die, it almost got a few hits on him too, but Sandy never let him down.

His heavy footsteps left imprints in the soft dirt as he made his way back to the cabin, realising his previous mistake. You were a frightened animal, he doubted you’d be brave enough to go to the one enclosed space he stayed in the most.

Nothing seemed off when he came back, everything as it was. But he wasn’t just going to lock the door, being paranoid kept him alive, so he would quickly check and be on his way.

With his same air of confidence, Mason strides into the cramped cabin, upon first glance it seemed nothing had moved, he did note his stool was gone.

Furrowing his brows he turned to look for it, only noticing then the seething captive that had been waiting for him.

The stool gave you enough height to jump at him, wrapping your legs around his torso, in one fell swoop, you locked the jaws of the bear trap around his head. It didn’t fit so snugly due to his struggling, so with as much force as you could muster, you slammed it so hard you felt the spring locks recoil against you.

There was silence for a moment, you had unwound your legs from him, falling to the floor and crawling towards the door. His towering figure stood still, eyes open with shock, the grip on his knife had diminished as it hit the floor with a gentle thud.

Then you were met with screams, piercing screams, and you genuinely wondered when you stared at him, how was this fucker not dead? People lose their legs from bear traps, and he still somehow was conscious enough to yell, even trying to undo the spring lock to free himself.

While he was distracted trying to free his twisted flesh from within the teeth of the trap, you took your opportunity to grab his knife and scramble frantically away from the lumbering man.

Just as you were out the door you remembered the map, but Mason was too busy trying to salvage his face to care what you were doing, making eye contact with him as you sprinted in the direction of the map you noted he looked at you differently. There was no anger, or victimising glare, it felt more equal, like he finally respected you as a person and not prey

His face disgusted you, the trap still actively disfiguring him the more he struggled. Killing him would be too humane, you hoped he would survive this, and that his scars and deformity would be a reminder. The hunter had finally been hunted.

Knowing he wouldn’t be following you, with the map and knife in hand, and your back pack of supplies you had stashed in your hiding place, you made your way to the circled area on the map. You hoped there would be something like a phone, a way to contact anyone. Worst case scenario you could survive a little longer, trek out the forest and find your way back.

After dealing with him you didn’t feel so vulnerable, the only threat left in the vicinity was you; a dangerous wave of euphoria ran over you.

You hoped he had learnt his lesson, if he came looking for you, you wouldn’t be so nice. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken Sandy though-

[kar4aa]

I will legit strip down if someone does headcanons/fan fics of Jack/Dean ( TPOF) where he’s dating the reader a few months after they met in a bar after the desert trip ( we managed to escape without killing him, idk I made it up)

I BEG IM SO BORED AND HES SO UNDERRATED

I LEGIT NEED HIM 😝

I really want someone to write out my day dreams out as a fanfic cause I cannot write for shi

[arieswritez]

I really liked your derek fic! It's both fun and horrifying to see him act up in a more casual setting. If you end up posting part 2 I'd really look forward to it! :D

im glad u enjoyed it!! 🫡🫶🏾 the 2nd part was actually gonna be the 1st part,, it was supposed to be an analysis of life after the 'he took u home' ending but it was p disorganized (& overwhelming HHHH). but tbh it makes much more sense when i tie it into the events of 'prodigal son'.

be on the lookout for a long overdue komodo/dragon x reader fic too 🤭

[girl-lostconnection]

Eating my orange in the dark and thinking about fruit bat hybrid!Reader x hybrid!141.

When they don’t exactly realise that she is not a usual bat and still joke about vampires and drinking blood while their new addition to the team is fucking vegetarian.

Wolf!Ghost makes a joke about bloodsuckers and Reader just gives him a slow blink and says “Lieutenant, my species are frugivores” and leaves him floored because first of all, what the FUCK are frugivores???

Komodo Dragon!Price opens their file back because he thought he was sent a bat as the new underling and the file is like yeah, you got sent a bat. A FRUIT bat, you old geezer.

Harbour Seal!Soap is just astounded by how much fruit they eat (fruit bats are known to eat anywhere from 50% to 150% of their body weight in fruits) while Harpy Eagle!Gaz is thrilled to have someone who finally GETS him (harpy eagles have the largest talons of any living eagle and males have been seen to carry prey roughly half of their own body weight).

Later the pack finds out that fruit bats have not one but two breeding seasons. Reader will need to fight them off with a stick because “back up, lads, I said BACK UP”. After all they are a hybrid, not an actual fruit bat.

[giuseppe-yuki]

I HAVE A THOUGHT oh btw it's the original wolf!reader anon who's also the anon that sent in the ask about the groupchat hehe ANYWAY BACK TO MY THOUGHT

Ollie's gf is a bear. But not just any bear - a bear CUB. Like she's just a little cub and everyone is like: OLLIE WHY DO U HAVE A CUTIE PIE WJFNEJFJEJJFJD

Paul Aron's gf is a bird that likes to nest in his hair because it's so fluffy

Going down the Prema pipeline now but like - Dino's gf is obsessed with dinosaurs and wishes with all her heart that she can turn into one... And then she finds out that she can turn into a komodo dragon. She goes: welp, that's the closest I'll get!!

I have so much more omg 😭 but yeah too shy to go off anon for now

helloooo wolf!reader anon! i'm always down to chat :)

my thoughts under the cut!

pictures credits from pinterest :)

that would be perfect for ollie's gf to be a bear cub. i imagine she's clingy like a bear cub too, and it would be common for her to just scamper towards ollie when she needs some love, and to crawl up his long legs. unfortunately, more often than not, ollie would end up with the legs of his sparco racesuits and sleeves of his alpinestars fireproofs accidentally ripped up from her long claws. not that he minded, though. he would just pick her up both of his hands and give her a big smooch on her nose. at first, the prema manager in charge of racesuit distribution would be pissed the constant ruined clothing, but like everyone else, she would fall into the loveable bear cub spell and then spoil ollie's gf rotten. ollie has not only protective boyfriend instincts, but also fierce momma bear-like traits too. god forbid someone tries to harm his girlfriend- they always seemed to have their balaclava's ripped up and radio headphones cords cut before a big race!

i like the idea that paul aron has a songbird!gf. many of the f2 drivers joke that paul is like a princess with a feathery friend, just like george russell and his deer. nevertheless, he takes pride when his gf flutters around his head, singing the most beautiful tunes, or when she nests in the fluffy blonde ringlets on his head. when the jokes go to far, he knows that she doesn't hesitate to dive bomb the offending person and attempt to peck at their eyeballs.

it's not a secret that dino's gf loved dinosaurs. her phone case and background are pics of dinosaurs (she makes sure that a polaroid of her boyfriend is visible from her phone case at all times, though), she takes great care in putting up dinosaur string lights around the driver's room, and she knows every line from jurassic park. hell, even her boyfriend's name is dino. when she found out her special ability, she was over the moon. komodo dragons were basically mini dinosaurs! when she went out in the paddock, some people might have found her scaly, amphibious outer layer scary, but dino loved every bit. when he had bit of spare time from racing, he made sure to research every page on google and read every book on komodo dragons from cover to cover to make sure he could best take care of of his gf when she shifted. in return, she used her scary nature (and toxic/venomous spit) to piss off irritating reporters or touchy fans.

not to worry! thanks for the thoughts :) i've seen other blogs do emoji anons, so if you feel comfortable, you can pick out an emoji to use as your signature so you don't have to repeat yourself every time you send in an ask! 💕

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can I request a afab nb reader x rex angst fluff fic? maybe like one of his explosives go off and injures reader and they lose their memory of who he is 😖

i know you

Rex Sloan/Splode x AFAB/NB!Reader

note ; this was such a cute idea to me HEHE, of course, here you go.. ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ) fyi reader is a super

Everyone told him it wasn’t his fault. They told him it was an accident, that he hadn’t meant to. He’d have never meant to. Rex didn’t need people telling him he would have never meant to do it to know that was the truth. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t evil. Never would he have done what led up to this on purpose.

Words of reassurance and attempted comfort from everyone trying to help him feel better, trying to prevent him from blaming himself any more than he already was fell completely through. He was good at acting unbothered at first though, worried, but unbothered.

It didn’t work, how could it? When he closed his eyes, he could see you. The realization, the complete fear in your eyes, then the small flash of acceptance before the explosion went off. It was his fault the explosion happened to begin with.

When he closed his eyes, he could hear your voice call out to him before the explosion engulfed you, before it consumed you whole. He could see the look on your face right before it happened, you knew he was going to blame himself for it.

Every time he slept, he dreamt of it. Every time he laid in his bed at night and found himself finally drifting off to sleep, he was quickly met with the memory of how everything unfolded.

“Quit being such a hardass!” You scolded him. “Just follow the plan, Rex! Stop being so annoying.”

He should have listened.

He didn’t.

“Quit being such a hardass.” He mocked as you flew off, “What a bitch, they think I’m annoying?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I mean, am I right?” Rex turned towards Kate, trying to get someone to agree with him.

“You should listen to them, Rex.” She glared, “Before you get one of us killed.” Running off before he could argue back with her.

He should have listened.

He didn’t.

Back-and-forth bickering between you two while in the middle of a battle. Maybe if he didn’t argue with you, he would have been paying attention to what he was doing. But that’s not how it happened.

“Damn it, Rex! Now’s not the time!” You called out from afar, busy trying to keep back Komodo Dragon. “Just shut up!” Senses overwhelmed, trying to keep up with arguing back with him amongst all the chaos.

“I’m just saying, you’re always giving me shit! You’re not exactly any better!” He shouted. Hands grasping one of the metal bars attached to his hip, charging it quickly and throwing it past you, creating a small explosion to back off the rest of the Lizard League. The explosion causing your ears to ring.

It was too much, you couldn’t keep up. It wasn’t your fault, Rex should have taken notice. He should have taken the situation seriously. Instead he was too caught up in a game of who can win the argument.

Charging another metal bar strong enough to completely decimate anyone near it, he should have noticed how disoriented you were. He thought you would have seen the explosive being chucked towards you both. He thought you would have moved out of the way in time. You were always quick with it, you were always well coordinated and aware of everything going on, you were always ready.

He should have paid attention.

You noticed the metal bar rolling towards you too late, you didn’t see it until it was already at your feet. Head snapping up at Rex, his face morphed from smug at his earlier retort, to complete horror. His lips parted and his voice screamed out your name.

Your hand reached out towards him as you attempted to move away, mouth opening,

“Rex–!”

The flash of the explosion lit your face before he could see nothing at all but the aftermath. Hands quickly wafting away the smoke as panic had his nerves shot. Ears ringing and eyes wide, he ran as fast as he could, stumbling over chunks of rubble and debris. Throat tight and scratchy as he continued to shout your name, calling out to you.

His brain saved every little detail to torment him. It saved every millisecond of it. It saved the way you looked when he found you. Bloodied and bruised, a nasty gash to your head that oozed blood down your face, patches of your skin reddened and burned. Even your suit was barely intact as most of it had been torn and burned.

Rex felt sick. How could he not? It was enough to make anyone hate themselves, it was enough to make him hate himself.

He replayed it again and again in his head until the thought made him feel like puking. He dreamt it again and again until he’d wake up gasping for air, muscles cramping and body shaking. Rex wouldn’t ever have done anything like that on purpose.

He’d have never hurt you. It didn’t matter how many times the both of you argued. How many times he called you names and how many shouting matches you had.

Weeks went by, weeks of watching you lay still in a hospital bed. In a cold white room with monitors that beeped and showed how your body was holding up.

Cecil told him how it was no surprise you survived, advanced durability, you were always able to take a nasty hit. But the damage inflicted was painful, especially the blow to your head.

It was enough to send you into a coma. They didn’t know what your status would be when you woke up, if you were to ever wake up. It didn’t matter to him, he would have sat next to your bed for the rest of his life if it called for it.

He told himself it was his fault. He didn’t care what anyone else said, he didn’t care about the reassuring remarks and pleas to just give himself a break. It was his fault he had to watch you lay there hooked up to machines. He was good at playing it off like it was no big deal, like he knew you’d come back from it, hiding away the worry.

Rex was a prick, he was a stubborn asshole, but even he couldn’t stop himself from pressing his ear up to your chest and listening to your heartbeat. And when someone walked in, he pretended he wasn’t just holding your hand in his.

He’d wait until others left before fixing your hair, brushing it out from your face and making sure you looked like you were comfortable.

He’d never show that he cared, you’d have teased the absolute living hell out of him for it, but when you looked like this, when the overwhelming guilt made itself known again… Rex caught himself holding the side of your face in the palm of his hand.

If it took living out the rest of his life sleeping in a chair beside you, he’d do so.

─ ୨୧ ─

When he walked in this morning, he was surprised to see a couple of people already standing outside your room. He was usually the first and only one to visit you at the start of the day.

“What the hell is going on here? A party? Move people!” He scoffed, trying to push past Kate and Eve.

“Rex, wait–” Eve reached for him, putting a hand to his shoulder, keeping him from reaching the door as she pulled him away.

Growing annoyed he turned to her, “What the hell, Eve? What?”

“I don't think it's a good idea seeing them right now–”

“Yeah, Eve’s right, Rex.” Mark added in.

“Huh? What is this? Move out the way, Jesus.” Rex shouted, brushing Eve’s hand off as he reached for the door handle, ready to barge in without so much as listening to them. Expecting the worst given how everyone was acting.

Swinging the door open, he was met with… Well, you. You were finally awake. He felt more than relieved, his body almost going weak at the sight of you awake and looking around. To hear your voice as you spoke to Cecil before cutting yourself off at his intrusion, eyes slowly glancing at him up and down.

Cecil turned towards him, before he could spare Rex from what was to come, he was already opening his mouth,

“Holy shit! You're awake! Oh my God, finally!” He beamed, quickly stepping to the side of the bed, grabbing your arms.

“You were out for weeks!” He laughed, “We can finally get you out of here! You don’t know how fuckin’ boring it was staying in here waiting on your ass.” His hands reached to help you out from the bed.

“Rex, I don’t think–”

“Who are you?”

At first it didn’t register what you said, not fully. He looked at you funny, like you were making some kind of bad joke, eyebrow raising and lip twitching into a smirk. Until he realized nobody had the same reaction as him. Looking back at you to watch as genuine confusion stayed on your face. His hands falling to his sides.

“What?” He laughed once more, disbelief, hidden denial.

“It’s… It’s me. Rex, it’s… I’m Rex– I’m,” He stuttered over his words, looking around. From you, to Cecil, to everyone standing outside your room.

“What the fuck is happening?” He didn’t want to face it. Not even when you looked at him wide-eyed and confused. “You know who I am, stop shitting around. I get it! I get it, I should have listened but don’t–”

“Rex.” Cecil spoke, tone stern, warning him to stop speaking. Motioning his head towards the door as he walked out, Rex followed right behind him. He spared you one more glance before closing the door behind him.

“They don’t remember who you are–”

“Bullshit!” Rex shouted, defensive and unwilling to believe it. Unwilling to accept it. “You expect me to believe this? I’ve been putting up with their ass for years!” He shook his head, looking from one person to another, desperate for some sort of support in his words. No one backed him up.

Cecil pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, “They suffered a concussion, they were put into a coma– Rex, they don’t remember a couple of things. Alright? I understand it’s not easy–”

“My ass they don’t remember! You know, this is fucked up, alright? Whatever this game is, it’s fucked! And I’m not playing along.” He huffed, turning and reaching for the handle once more. Eyes peering through the small window in the door, watching as you looked around the room.

You looked so lost; you really didn’t remember. His jaw clenched, trying to keep it together. The look on your face when you caught him staring. You really did have no clue who he was, you didn’t remember him.

“Rex. It was an accident, it’s not your fault.” Eve tried to reassure, pressing a hand to his back. He couldn’t even take his eyes off you to look at her. “I’m sure somewhere deep down, they know who you are, they just can’t remember right now.”

“They’re suffering from memory loss.” Cecil spoke, “Their condition doesn’t seem too bad. They don’t recall who certain people are or the incident but the best we’re hoping for is that it doesn’t get worse and eventually they’re able to recover their memory.”

─ ୨୧ ─

He tried to pretend like it didn’t bother him. Like he was okay with you not remembering him. Not that he was good at pretending the more time went on. Yet he didn’t let it stop him from being right by your side while you were recovering. Rex was insistent on staying right by you, even if he still was being an ass.

He woke up rather early, back aching from sleeping in a chair that was far from comfortable. Letting out a groan, he stretched before settling back down.

Looking over at you, he hadn’t realized he was watching you sleeping peacefully for a bit now until he noticed one of your eyes open and staring right back at him. Earning an embarrassed reaction out of him as he cleared his throat.

You snorted, rubbing your face before sitting up. “How many more times am I going to catch you watching me sleep.” You yawned.

Rex turned away, flustered and slightly annoyed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rolled his eyes, “...When did you wake up?”

“As soon as you started staring at me.”

“I wasn’t staring.” He sneered.

“Uh huh, sure. You totally weren’t, stranger.”

“Shut up.” He groaned, slumping in his seat.

You rolled your eyes, laying back on your side as you pulled the thin sheet over your head and shielded your eyes from the light. The sound of Rex’s foot tapping against the tiled floor as he bounced his leg filling in the silence for a few minutes.

“I’m not a stranger.” His tone was almost upset. You were quiet for a bit,

“I know you’re not,” This was recurring between the two of you. He didn’t like it when you made those little comments, when you made it apparent you really didn’t remember who he was anymore. It made him feel bad. It made you feel bad. Even if you didn’t exactly remember him, you at least knew he meant something to you before.

From the way he talked about it, day after day in an attempt to help you recover what you lost, you knew you meant something to him too. He was arrogant, sure. Impulsive, full himself and a jerk, but something in you didn’t all too much mind. Like you knew he was capable of more than that.

“Sorry.”

He frowned, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like anything was your fault. Especially when he was the reason you ended up here. If it were anybody else, he probably wouldn't have cared, but you weren't anyone else.

“It's whatever, It’s not like I’m upset or anything.”

You pulled the sheet down a bit, peering at him with an unamused look.

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“Not lying.”

“Are too.”

He leaned in, glaring at you with a pout of his lip. “How is it that you forgot me but you haven’t forgotten how to be so God damn annoying.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “If I’m so annoying then why are you still here.” Sitting up once more as you leaned into him as well, expression smug and teasing. Rex faltered, heat rising to his face before he sat back and looked away from you. Trying to play off the way his face reddened.

In truth, Rex always thought you were really attractive, now he wouldn’t say it to your face, never would he admit it to you or anyone for that matter. It’d just feed your ego, ironically coming from the guy with the biggest ego out of the two of you. But he also refused to admit to it out of embarrassment.

Embarrassed to admit that the sound of your voice and the sight of you were all very attractive to him, comforting even. Back then he was able to ignore it but since the accident, he realized just how much he thought about it. Nearly losing you was enough to shove those feelings in his face and force him to acknowledge it.

It made him sad however, you were still the same, no doubt. From the way you got on his nerves and how he felt towards you, but you no longer knew him like you used to. It felt cruel, like this was his punishment for not listening.

If this was his punishment, then he’d stick through it until the day you do remember him.

The feeling of you pinching his leg pulled him out of his thoughts,

“Ow! What the fuck?! Asshole.”

“You were staring off again, I thought you were having a stroke or something.”

He glared at you, you responded with a sheepish smile and a shrug of your shoulders. He sighed, sulking in his seat, you couldn’t help but feel bad. It felt horrible to not remember anything, but you figured it must have felt worse finding out someone you’ve known for years one day forgot all about you.

“Do you really not remember me?” It wasn’t the first time he’s asked this.

It wasn’t your first time responding, “I don’t.”

Rex looked at you, studying your face before averting his eyes as soon as you looked back at him.

“I really am sorry.”

“It’s not–”

“I am.” You tried not to tear up over it, you tried not to feel horrible for the way his eyes seemed glossy every time he remembered you didn’t know him anymore. Turning your face away, you took a deep breath before continuing,

“I know it’s not my fault or anything but it feels that way you know?” Looking down at your hands playing with the thin sheet of the bed. “I want to remember, I do– but I just, can’t. I’m trying… trying to remember.” Holding your breath to keep yourself from tearing up.

His hands gripped the arms of the chair, itching to reach out and hold you.

“Deep down I know you meant something to me before, everything you tell me feels right. I trust you, and I want to keep trying to remember–”

Rex stood from his seat, arms reaching up to wrap around your body as he held you close to him. Chin rested on your shoulder as one of his hands pressed itself into the back of your head. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you tried to ignore the burning sensation before eventually succumbing to it.

“Everything tells me I know you, it’s all I feel.” His hand buried itself in your hair, pressing his face into your neck.

Blinking away the tears in your eyes before he could see them when he pulled away.

He let out a dry laugh, “Talk about being fuckin’ sappy, jeez.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

─ ୨୧ ─

You’d spend a couple more days recovering, well, you had already recovered a bit ago but Cecil was insistent you stay just to make sure you’d be fine. Which you reluctantly agreed to.

Tonight was your final night here however, the thought made you relieved. Having been long tired of the stiff hospital bed and a sheet that made you itchy sometimes, you were happy to finally go back home.

Rex made sure you were comfortable, asking over and over if you needed anything, to which you responded with an exasperated ‘yes’ the more he kept asking, kicking his leg with your foot whenever you could tell he was about to ask again.

He was dead set on staying, even on your last night here. The thought made you giggle to yourself at his “hidden” worry.

You snuggled into the blanket, burying the side of your face into the pillow. Eyes just barely open to be able to still see him. Watching as he watched you. It made you feel warm, trying not to make it obvious you were grinning as you peeked at him. He would have never been like this before.

Oh yes, you remembered. Your memory had finally come back just yesterday, yet you held off on telling him as an ‘I told you so’ for not listening to you.

Watching as he squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable and tired. You rolled your eyes and sighed, sitting up and scooting over in the bed.

“Come here.”

“What?”

You patted the space next to you, “Come here you dumbass, lay down.” He hesitated at first before standing up and scooting next to you, laying on his side, facing you. “God, you’re dumb.”

“Shut up, man.”

Pinching him roughly as your arms slithered to wrap around his neck, face pressed comfortably into his collar. Rex freezed up for a moment, until he eventually found his arms wrapping around your back, pressing you into him as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You giggled to yourself, “You never would have done this before.”

He rolled his eyes, “You don’t even know that! I could have been a total sweetheart back then.”

Bursting into laughter, you held onto him tighter, “Yeah I do, total sweetheart my ass.”

“How? You don’t remember anything–”

You stayed silent, grinning against him as your legs entwined with his.

“Right? You still… don’t remember, right?” He asked, heart thumping against his ribcage. The sound of it comforting, making you giddy. Pulling your face away from him to look up at him, giving him a teasing smirk.

“Oh, you are… such a fucking dick.” He groaned, unable to hide the way his face softened. His hand made its way into your hair as he pressed you back into him. Relief washing over him as he realized you were finally back, really back. As he realized you finally remembered him.

Arms tightening around his neck, you pressed a soft peck to his cheek, noting the way one hand grasped onto your waist and wrapped around you tighter.

“You deserved it. Don’t blow me up next time, jackass.”

“I get it! Trust me, I won’t be doing that again any time soon.” He grumbled, pouting his lip.

Shrugging your shoulders, “I forgive you… obviously.”

Letting out a soft exhale through your nose, you listened intently to the way his heart slowed into a relaxed beat. Closing your eyes and slowly falling asleep in his embrace.

“...I–”

“I love you too, Rex.”

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Why Her?

Request:  Azula x Male s/o fluff? Basically it's an arranged marriage for Azula and the Male s/o, and he's kind of shocked that he's marrying her because the arrangement came out of nowhere? Fluff? 😅

Requested By:  Anonymous

Pairing:  Azula x M!reader

Summary:  Y/n is shocked about the news.  He’s supposed to be marrying the Firelord’s daughter.  The daughter of the most feared man on the planet.  How was he gonna survive this?

Warnings:  None?

A/N:  d/n/i = different name, beginning with your initial.  (Every time ‘D/n/i’ shows up, Azula uses a different name.)

Word Count: 

2K+

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“What?”

The news was broken to you over dinner.  You were supposed to be marrying the Firelord’s daughter, Princess Azula.  “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“I’m sorry, son.  We can’t refuse an offer of the Firelord.”  Your father informed.

“I wouldn’t call it an offer.”  You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What was that?”  Your mother asked, sending you a scolding glance.

“Nothing.”  You replied.  You stared at your plate, suddenly having lost your appetite.  Coming from a high-class family had its benefits.  Unfortunately, it also meant people, including the Firelord, paid more attention to you.

“This will be a great opportunity for us.”  Your father voiced.  “Surely you can see that.”

You remained silent, gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw.  Your mother sighed.

“We just want what’s best for the family.”  She explained.  You nodded, knowing that this would, in fact, be best for the family, but not you.  You heard stories of the princess, and you weren’t a fan.  Sure, she was a strong woman, but she was cold and cruel.

“May I be excused?”  You asked, wanting to leave this conversation; as if leaving the conversation would make the situation less real.

“You’ve hardly touched your food.”  Your mother noted.

“I lost my appetite.”  You quickly explained.  Your parents shared a look.

“Very well, but don’t leave a meal in the presence of the Firelord.”  Your mother instructed.  You nodded and stood, swiftly exiting the room.  You opened the door to your house and ventured outside, petting the cat-owl that perched on a railing.  You looked over to your stables, looking at the many animals your family owned.

A dragon-moose for pulling, a hippo-cow for food and drink, a herd of koala-sheep for clothes, a few komodo-rhinos for travel, and a couple turtle-ducks you asked for as a kid, because they’re cute.

You looked up, observing the sunset; the pinkish hue accenting your skin and hair.  Why was this happening?  Why you?  Why now?  Why so sudden?  A million questioned rattled around in your mind as you tried to solve them.  Coming up with no answers, no solid ones, anyway, you let out a groan, fire spilling out from the corners of your mouth.

It was now dark.  You huffed, smoke flowing out of your nose.  Standing, you assumed position, and with a kick and two jabs, fire emerged from your foot and hands.  You continued your drills for the next half-hour, converting your anger and frustration into something useful.

“Son?”

You turned around, hearing your mother’s voice.

“We’ll be leaving tomorrow to the palace.”  She informed.  Your face contorted into one of displeasure.

“Mother-”

“Make sure you’re prepared.  We leave at mid-day.”  With that, she closed the door, disappearing inside, once again leaving you alone.  You let out a frustrated grunt, bringing your hands down, a large amount of fire with it.  The grass around you caught aflame, lighting up the darkness.  You sighed, walking over to a bucket and dumping the water on the fire.  Placing the now empty bucket back, you sighed, running your hands along your face.  You looked up at the moon, and deciding you needed rest, ventured indoors.

~Why me~

Waking at dawn, you arose and got changed, heading to the table.  One of the family servants, knowing your schedule, placed the plate in front of you, having it already prepared.

“Thank you, Lin.”

She bowed, backing out of the room.  You ate quickly, wanting to get as much done as possible before you left.  You at least wanted to train some more.  You walked outside, pouring various amounts of various kinds of food into buckets, getting ready to feed the animals.  The servants used to, but you insisted that you did it.  You liked the animals, and wanted to feel useful in your own home.  Besides, they were always busy, so taking a load off their shoulders was always a plus.

You placed the food in the troughs, and gave the animals’ fresh water.  Looking up at the sky, you squinted.  The sun was bright, and the day was warm.  You took off your shirt, beginning to go through drills again.  Your parents had always wanted your training in everything to be perfect, and now that you were supposed to be marrying the Firelord’s daughter, you felt you had to be perfect as well.  Being disowned was not on your list of things you wanted to do; not that you had one.  Sure, you wanted to do things, but that wasn’t your place as the son in a highly respected family.

You moved around in the yard, dodging nothing, as you pretended to be challenging a real opponent.  You had a thin layer of sweat covering you, and your breathing was slightly labored.  You spun around, hand coming down in a diagonal slice, when it was stopped.  You looked and saw the princess, her wrist against your own, blocking the blow.  Your eyes widened.

“Princess Azula.”  You bowed.

“Yes.  You must be D/n/i.”  She spoke, examining her fingernails.  You opened your mouth, but it wasn’t your voice that came out.

“Actually, it’s Y/n.”  Your mother spoke, stepping out of the house.  She bowed as well.  “We were not expecting you, Princess.”

“My father sent me.  There was a slight change of plans.  He has a meeting today, and will not be able to attend the lunch date.  However, he sent me over to collect D/n/i, so that he may come over anyway.”

“I see.”  Your mother voiced.  She didn’t bother correct her on your name a second time, but you couldn’t blame her.  Azula was not someone you annoyed with such little details.  Even if it was her future husband’s name.

“Will he be ready in a few minutes?”  Azula asked your mother.

“Yes.  Y/n, go get yourself presentable.”  She instructed, turning to you briefly.  You bowed one last time before collecting your shirt and heading indoors.  Your breathing and heart-rate had definitely increased, which only now showed freely.  You took deep breaths as you walked quickly to your room, passing your father on the way.

“Done training already?”  He asked.

“The princess is here.”  You explained quickly.

“Of course she is.”  Your father muttered.  “Go get cleaned up.”  You nodded, continuing on your way, washing briefly and getting dressed.  You left your room, walking outside, seeing your father standing next to your mother.  You stood on the other side of your father.

“Let’s go.”  The princess instructed.  You looked to your parents, unsure.  They nodded.  You gave them each a bow before they collected you in a hug.  You turned back to the princess, who handed you the reigns to a mongoose-dragon.

“I have animals I could ride, your majesty.”  You informed, jerking your thumb back to the stable.

“Simple guards ride those.”  She noted, squinting at the komodo-dragons.  “You will ride something of higher status.”

You nodded.  “Thank you, your highness.”  You climbed atop the mongoose-dragon, looking slightly uneasy.  You’d seen these creatures before, and while they were incredibly loyal to those they know, they also moved quite oddly, as well as being fast.

“I should warn you, they can smell fear.”  Azula informed.

“Fantastic.”  You muttered, gripping the reigns.  Azula smirked, not that you noticed, and rode off.

~Why her~

The conversing on the way there was scarce.  You weren’t in the mood to talk, and Azula seemed to have no problem with this.  You arrived at the palace, dismounting the creatures and walking in.  (Some servants came to take care of the mongoose-dragons.)  You observed the large establishment in awe, though with a twinge of fear.  The rooms were all large, the ceilings easily reaching the height of a tall tree.  You figured it must be in case a fight broke out.

She stopped suddenly, turning to you.  “The servants will show you your room.  You have access to the castle, so you may do what you wish, as long as you don’t cause problems.  Understand?”

“Yes, Princess.  Thank you.”  You bowed.  She nodded at you briefly before walking away.  You brought yourself up to full height again, raising an eyebrow.  As Azula disappeared from view, a servant appeared and gestured for you to follow her.  You did, as she showed you your new room.

It was nice, with mostly red, yellow, and black as the color scheme.  You looked around, observing the large room.  You were broken from your thoughts when the servant spoke again.

“You are allowed everywhere except the counsel room, and the throne room, unless the Firelord or Princess Azula allow it.”  She spoke quietly.  You turned, facing her as she spoke.  You listened, not wanting to get into trouble.

“What’s your name?”  You asked.  “I’d hate to just call you ‘servant’.”  You admitted, smiling softly at her.  However, she looked at you with wide eyes.  It almost seemed as though it was strange for you to ask such a thing.  Though, it was.  She looked at you for a few minutes, and for a moment, you thought she looked like she’d forgotten her name.  It seemed like she did.

“Shula.”  She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.  You smiled at her confession.

“Well, Shula, I hope to see you later.”  You told her.  Her expression of surprise quickly turned into one of joy.  She nodded before backing away, disappearing around a corner.  You watched her leave, your face immediately forming into a frown once she’d gone.  You sat down on the large bed, letting out a sigh and rubbing your hand along your face.

Your gaze raised up to the window, before looking back at the door.  You glanced at the window once more before standing and deciding to do some exploring.

~~~~~~~~~

You walked aimlessly through the long hallways, stopping when you caught a glimpse of something on the wall.  It was a large portrait of the Firelord.  You looked it up and down, slowly drinking in the details.  You looked to the paintings before it.  One of Ozai’s father, and the one before that a painting of Sozin.

You looked over the paintings, an unsettling feeling entering your stomach.  They looked strong.  Powerful.  Vengeful.  And something else you could only describe as a lust for domination.  You resisted the urge to shudder.

“Amazing, aren’t they?”  A voice broke you out of your thoughts.  You turned, seeing Azula.

“Yes, Princess.”  You lied.  She eyed you carefully.

“Great rulers, don’t you think?”  She asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at you.  You nodded without hesitation.

“Yes.”  You answered, not taking your eyes off of the lineup.  They were great rulers, but that didn’t make them great people.  “If you don’t mind me asking, who will be next in this hall?”  You asked, pointing to the empty space on the other side of Ozai.

“Probably me.”  She answered without a moment’s hesitation.  She inspected her nails.  “It was supposed to be my brother, seeing as he’d be the next Firelord, but he’s a traitor now, so it has to be me.”  She determined.  You nodded.

“Makes sense.”  You admitted.  There was silence for a few moments until she broke it.

“Well,�� she started, a soft sigh escaping her lips, “there’s no reason to hang out here all day.  Even if they are the greatest rulers this world has ever seen.”  She remarked.  Your eyebrow pulled upwards slightly, though she didn’t seem to notice.  “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going, if I may ask?”  You questioned, following her.

“It’s lunch time.”  She glanced back at you, an evil glint in her eye.  “You want to eat, don’t you?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Months had passed, and you’ve only seen the Firelord once.  You had seen Azula almost every day, and today was no different.  You were walking though one of the countless halls, when you were tackled from behind, brought to the floor.

“Guess who?”

You smirked, pulling your body into a push-up position, then moving to stand fully.  The figure on your back let out a small yelp.  “Azula.”  You guessed, smiling and grabbing her legs, keeping her from falling.  She chuckled.

“How’d you know?”  She asked, sliding off of you.

“Who else would it be?”  You questioned, turning to face her.  What she wore surprised you.  She wasn’t in her usual armor, but instead a red shirt and pants.  The fabric wasn’t anything special either.  She looked…..normal.

“What is it?”  She asked, wrapping her arms around herself.  You looked up at her face, noticing her hair was also mostly down.

“Nothing.”  You murmured.  “You look nice.”  You admitted.  Her face held a small red glow for a second, but she quickly recovered.

“I wanted to spend some time outside.”  She informed.  “It’s nice out.”

You smiled softly, taking her hand and pulling her outside.  She laughed as you did so, the wonderful sound echoing through the large building.  It used to be such a foreign sound.  Though within the past few days, you’ve really connected.  You had said something over dinner that she thought was absolutely hilarious.  Since then, she’s been more relaxed, finally realizing that she’s still young.

She was only like this with you, though.  To everyone else, she hadn’t changed.  Or if she had, it was miniscule.

You pulled her outside, the warm sun hitting your skin.  A cool breeze blew past, nicely contrasting it.  “It is nice out.”  You commented.

“I told you it was.”  She replied.  There wasn’t much plant life here, compared to your old home, man, you should really write to your parents, but you could still walk around and enjoy the day.

“Can I tell you something?”  You asked, once you had gone inside.  It had gotten dark, so you both retreated indoors.  The only light was a lamp on the desk.  She nodded.

“Of course.”

“I was afraid when I had first gotten word of the….arrangement.”  You admitted.  You looked at her, gaging her reaction.  She kept a mostly neutral face, but you could see a tiny ounce of hurt.  “But I’m not afraid anymore.”  You confessed quickly.  “Azula, I care about you deeply.  I never thought I could, but anything’s possible.  You’ve shown me that.”  You told her, now looking her straight in the eyes.  They were getting shiny.  You cupped her face in your hands.  “I’m thankful for this chance to know the real you.”  You paused, taking in a breath.  “The you I love.”

A tear escaped her eye, taking you slightly off guard.  You wiped it away.  She let out a small laugh, leaning forward and kissing you.  You pulled away seconds later, smiling at her.

“I love you, too, Y/n.”

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A/n:  Transferring from my other blog.

[oxymorayuri]

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟷𝟾

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ ����𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Tsuyomaru1a

Story: The princess of Tanata

[Long Fic]

➽ masterlist

Spoiler: nope

Warnings: nope

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 2706

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

Tagging: @slytherinambitious - @norasincubi - @cottoncandyloverrrr - @one-piece-frvr7 - @hopelesslover06 - @chillerkiller - @sassyyassi

After you got out of the water, you dried yourself with your cloak before putting your gown back on.

A rustling in the bushes brings you back to the night and you both quickly take up a fighting position.

Your eyes scan the surroundings. The rustling was definitely too big to be something harmless. You can almost feel something dangerous lurking in the dense forest.

This isn't exactly the right time, you think to yourself, clenching your dress in your fist. Of course you complain that you can't move properly in such dresses, but you would rather be in that position than in your underwear…

Your eyes drift over to Law, he has his back to you and is observing the surroundings.

Suddenly, a giant lizard leaps out of the bushes, similar to a Komodo dragon but with many sharp teeth. Law quickly reaches for Kikoku but you stop him before he can draw his blade and you start running.

With the Komodo dragon chasing you, you dash through the jungle, dodging the beast's powerful claws every time it lashes out.

“Why are we running?! I wipe out the beast in a matter of seconds!”

Law asks you while following close behind. holding his hand, you lead him through the depths of the jungle. It all looks the same, but you know where you're going.

Your eyes fall back on him.

“We don't kill the animals of the jungle.” Law's eyes widen, he is visibly surprised by the friendly smile on your face but he doesn't answer. He can already guess what your answer would be, if he asked you what would happen if your life depended on it.

While you constantly jump around to avoid the monster behind you, you see a sign in the distance on a tree that promises your rescue.

“Ahh there it is!”

You pick up speed and focus on the tree with the symbol. Just as the giant lizard opens its jaws to snatch you, you jump ahead and land on the tree with your feet, opening a trapdoor and slide down a shaft.

When you finally reach the ground, you barely manage to avoid crashing face first into the floor and find yourself standing on your feet. What you only forget is, that Law was right behind you…

Just as the noise behind you grew louder, you turned around and Law came flying out and landed right on top of you. He gave you a solid headbutt, knocking you to the ground and you rubbed your forehead with a groan.

You completely ignore the fact that Law is half on top of you, because you are way too busy feeling the pain in your ass and forehead.

Law jumped up abruptly. He couldn't see you in the dark, but he felt you very clearly. Your soft skin and the fact that you are barely clothed...

Feeling the weight of Law being lifted off you, you sit up. The darkness down here makes you blind but you can hear the flat breathing of Law.

“Law, are you all right?“ - ”Yeah, I'm fine, it was just a bit turbulent…” You hear his voice in the darkness… and he is closer than you expected. You get up carefully and make your way towards the dark until you come across a wall.

Feeling your way along the wall with your hands, you find a wall torch and light it. You use the torch to light other torches on the walls, and the room, which is an empty room, is filled with light.

Apart from two doors, there is absolutely nothing. After picking up your clothes from the floor with Law, you head towards one of the rooms.

“Where are we?” - “We are in a safety shelter. The symbol you saw earlier means 'emergency' and behind each of these symbols is a hiding place."

You answer Law, who is looking around in the second room. It is modestly furnished yet it has everything you need for a temporary stay. There is a small kitchen and a table with four chairs, along with some non perishable food. Nothing tasty, but enough to fill your stomach.

Since it gets quite cold in these shelters, which are dug deep into the ground, there is a fireplace and plenty of firewood. Law went straight to work making a fire, while you pulled out a box from under a bed.

In the box you found some blankets and towels but unfortunately no clean clothes, but at least you can take a hot shower here.

“Hey Law, I'm going to take a quick shower.” He turns to you whilst sitting by the fire and nods at you. After you took the much needed shower, you shorten and tear your dress, in order to make it comfortable for sleeping.

After you went back to Law, you pressed another towel into his hand and Law also disappeared into the bathroom, saying a small thank you.

While he is freshening up, you search through the supplies and see what you can do to make something tasty.

Since there isn't much besides rice, dried meat and spices, you don't have much leeway, but your growling stomach would be satisfied with anything right now.

You have no problem lowering your standards, so you cook the rice with a few spices and fry it.

A spiced scent fills the room when Law enters again, seeing you dividing the fried rice onto two plates.

The seasoning smells quite delicious and Law sits down at the table while his stomach growls.

“It's nothing special but it's all we have.” He looks up at your embarrassed face and grabs the cutlery to eat some of the rice.

You watch him eagerly as he eats the rice and hope for a positive reaction. After a few bites, he hums contentedly.

“This isn't so bad.“ Your heart leaps at his words and it shows on your face.

“Here, have some of the dried meat.” You push the bowl over to him with a grin. He thanks you with a nod and you both continue eating your dinner together in pleasant silence.

Law's skeptical glances keep looking over at your carefree face. He's not sure if you really are the princess... a princess who is usually dressed in magnificent fabrics, served the best food... And yet there you are, sitting in front of him, happily devouring the dried meat that lives up to its name, with your magnificent ball gown torn at the arms and legs.

Usually, the royalty is the complete opposite: spoiled and pampered.

“Are you okay?” His stare does not go unnoticed by you.

“Sure, everything's fine.” Glancing down at his bowl of rice again, he thought it made no sense to think about what kind of person you are.

His gaze makes you wonder, but you are reluctant to force him to talk and so your meal continues, once again in silence. After your meal, you wash the dishes, while Law dries and stores them.

Happily, you hum a little melody and scrub a plate thoroughly. You like being independent and also enjoy the quiet time with Law, even though you find it a little difficult to ignore his scanning gaze.

Why does he look at you like that? Is he going to avoid the question again?

“It's extremely rude to stare at people like that, you know.” you mention in passing while you give him the last plate to dry.

You gave him the chance for not talking about it, but if he keeps looking at you with that scrutinizing look, then he owes you an explanation!

While Law is collecting his words, you take a seat on the floor in front of the fireplace and pat beside you for him to join you.

“Be honest, what's going through your mind?” You look up at him as he hesitantly takes a seat next to you. His eyes watch the glimmer in your eyes, created by the fire, while he ponders what to say.

“It doesn't really matter.” - “It doesn't really matter?” You repeat his words in confusion and pull your knees up to your chest, gazing into the blazing fire.

“I don't really know what matters. I just know that if it's constantly on your mind, it carries a certain weight. Doesn't it?” Under the glow of the fire, your smile creates a whole new feeling for Law, one that he can't even classify. His lips move all by themselves when he sees you smile like that.

“I'm just wondering about you…” - “About me?” you're not surprised, you just want an answer. His eyes are speaking more words than he realizes and you hear every one of them.

"A princess should be crying about being stuck in a situation like this, rather than ripping her dress because it's more comfortable." A small giggle leaves your lips. That's the thing, you think to yourself.

“I'm y/n, not a princess… Being born a princess doesn't mean I aspire to be one.” Law actually knows what your views are. What your wishes and dreams are, so why is he having such a hard time understanding you?

“I want to be free, Law.” His name sounds soft like velvet when it leaves your lips. You just want to know who you can be.

“You make no sense.” No matter how confused he may be by you, the curiosity reflected in his eyes brings a hearty laugh from you.

Which answer can you give? You can't deny that it makes no sense to leave your peaceful country, especially if your duties keep you here, but your heart knows that your life should not end here.

Drowsiness overcomes you and so you decide to test the bed. Law follows your movements but remains sitting in front of the fire while you plop down on the bed. The bed frame cracks a little but seems stable enough.

“The bed may be a bit small, but there should be enough room for both of us.” you mention as you make yourself comfortable on one side of the bed.

"F-F-for both of us?!" he stutters wildly and stands with both feet firmly on the ground.

Cluelessly, you look up at him. Law seems a little anxious, as if he is horrified by your words, yet the reason why is not clear to you.

“That's simply not possible.” - “huh? Why?” Your words seem so natural, like it's no big deal, while you fluff the pillows.

“Come on, I'm definitely not going to let you sleep on the floor.” With an innocent face, you tap on the free side of the bed.

Law shakes his head slowly as his body stands stiffly in front of you. An annoyed groan escapes from your lips.

“What's your problem?” - “You're a woman.” His answer is curt and incoherent in your eyes.

“So?” You throw your hand up questioningly but he just swallows. You breathe deeply through your nose.

What on earth is wrong with him now?

"There's no harm in it, right?" You stretch your arms and let yourself fall onto your side. You shared a bed with Thalia all the time, slept in the garden with Bepo and even took a nap with Ambrosios after training. All completely platonic.

"Sleeping in company is pretty comforting." You shut your eyes and think back to the nights you used to share a bed with your parents. It was nice to be surrounded by loved ones while you slept and always snug and warm.

Law holds his forehead and squints his eyes as if he's in distress because of you.

“Are you that naive?” Surprised by his blunt manner, you tilt your head to one side.

“I-…” He speaks loud and clear while pointing to himself with his hands “…-am a man…” He waits a moment and stares at your blank face to see if you can follow his words "… and you y/n-ya, you are a woman." His index fingers rest on you.

You squint your eyes in disbelief. He can't be serious…

"Are you for real? It's not like we're going to climb on each other just because we're in the same bed…" Oh my goodness.

You can't stop yourself from laughing and snort with laughter. If you're naive, then he's thinking way too much.

"Well, yeah, not exactly…" He stutters a little, he hadn't expected the answer and scratches his chin.

"You don't have to worry about me, I wouldn't think of such things." - “I'm more worried about me…” he mumbles under his breath.

“Huh? What?” - ”Nothing!” He cuts you off and lies down on the bed with you. Even though you're curious about what he said, you're happy that he's lying next to you. Sleeping in company was no lie on your part.

After all, you're finally lying next to each other with your eyes facing the ceiling. You notice how heavy Law's breathing is. His breath sounds nervous, but that's probably just because sharing a bed with someone is a rather intimate thing, especially when that person is of the opposite sex.

But It simply calms you down, knowing you're not alone when you enter the land of dreams.

“Tell me Law, what's it like to be in the middle of the sea with nothing around you?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

“It's breathtaking and a little frightening.” - “Frightening?”

"Yeah… When the sea is standing still around you and there's no land in sight, you realize you have no idea what's waiting for you at the end of the horizon." - “Wow…” His profound words touch you deeply and the feeling in your heart only grows because of his words.

“Do you want to see it?” - “Absolutely.” You don't know when yet, but you won't give in to your grandfather. You are an adult.

“But there's still a lot to do first…” - “And what's that?” He turns his gaze back to the ceiling and tries to hide his interest.

"I discovered something interesting written in the ruins, something that could help me fulfill my duties… even if I wasn't present here." - " Is it really impossible for this country to survive without your powers?"

Since day one, Law has been curious about the ritual that prevents you from leaving this island. He had imagined how this island would die like a plant, but that seems too far fetched. You exhale feeling exhausted.

“Not really.” It's difficult to explain it when you're not allowed to explain anything, but you can't get any further on your own and you can't talk to the people you're allowed to talk to…

The secrets of the ruins are well protected and sometimes you have to solve puzzles to be sure you're worthy of receiving the following information.

"There's a ruin that I'm pretty sure I'll find what I'm looking for." You raise one arm in the air and look at the tattoo on the palm of your hand. It reminds you that your entire existence is a secret.

“And what are you waiting for?” - "It's difficult to find your way around in this building. The building is laid out like a labyrinth.” - “Well, there are a few tricks… For example: lay a trail.” You laugh a little, it's not as if you've already thought of it.

"The problem is that the labyrinth moves…" - “It moves??!” - “And not only that. There are lots of puzzles to solve… Puzzles that I can't solve on my own.” You look at him cautiously, allowing yourself to wish that Law would offer you his help.

“Maybe I can help you? After all, two heads are better than one.”

Hey babes, I hope you liked it :3

Kiss kiss, your yuri

➽ Next chapter

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

I understand and yes you may call me such a nickname.

Anyway hybrids charles max and oscar being completely smitten with komodo dragon!reader (has the eyes and claws) who's 6'7 and as muscular as a bodybuilder while being race? Engineer at merc, like they don't see him often but they know he's a gentleman from the prize ceremony they've attended (charles and max more then oscar) and for 2025 they just see kimi A. start blushing when ever your in the vicinity and are rightly jealous whenever kimi wins and reader carries him like he weighs nothing. (kimi doesn't like reader like that emotionally, he finds him very sexually attractive but thats it nothing happens as theres a pretty big age gap as reader is in his late 20)

Don't know if this makes up for almost pushing past your boundaries, i hope it does, again i'm really sorry for that.

–🍑

no worries peaches! i don't accept requests for max but poly!charles/oscar is brilliant. i love it. i adore it. it's in my holy trinity of poly pairings with bearnelli and loscar. you didn't specify what kind of hybrids so i'm writing this as bunny!charles + cat!oscar.

first of all 6'7" komodo dragon!race engineer!reader?? chef's kiss

you probably stay in the garage or on the pit wall most of the time

maybe you were lewis's engineer (sorry bono) and so when kimi joins mercedes you become his engineer

you'd met charles a few times at the fia prize giving ceremonies when you went with lewis, and you saw/met oscar at the '23 and '24 events

charles probably falls for you slowly over the years, but oscar falls hard and fast

they got a lot closer in the 2024 season and started pining over you together

2025 is problematic for them because kimi has a little puppy crush on you

like he knows you're way too old for him so he doesn't want anything to come of it

but. objectively, you're hot and tall and could totally throw him around like a ragdoll

and you do

when kimi gets his first podium, you're the first person on the team he sees and you just so easily hoist him onto one of your shoulders and parade him around like he's a prince

oscar and charles are so jealous

they wait until the other mercedes people are distracted before they gang up on you and drag you into one of their driver's rooms

whoever's is closest, probably

charles' bunny ears are fully floppy from how nervous he is and his lil nose is twitching

so black cat!oscar does most of the talking

he's blunt and there's more than a hint of possessiveness but he gets the point across

bunny cries when you fill him up

[nethhiri]

Feeling a little bit naughty aka thinking about my next writing endeavor where Reader is Killer/Kamazo’s little pet even tho I’m not finished with anything

I was leaning toward Pika bc they’re so cute (but pangolin could be really neat too). I think it would fit for reader to be a cute helpless pet so Kamazo can protect her.

[gvtted-ratz]

>request/idea rules<

requests: open

>MXTX<

literally just about any character from mdzs, tcgf, or svsss

>GAMES<

error 143

micah yujin

john doe +

john doe

duskwood 

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

nitro+chiral

just about any character from any games they have, just ask

killer frequency

forrest nash, henry barrow

the price of flesh

machaete, thomas (tom), jackal (jack/dean), derek goffard, matt goffard, mason heiral, dragon (jace/jason), komodo (mike/michael), the announcer (fox/ren hana)

studio investigrave games

rody lamoree, vincent charbonneau, protagonist, co-worker, normal guy, fake protag, fake co-worker

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

>HORROR/THRILLER<

slashers/antagonists

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), lester sinclair (house of wax), vincent sinclair (house of wax), mark hoffman (saw 4/5), lawrance gordan (saw 2004), hannibal lecter (nbc hannibal), will graham (nbc hannibal)

final/”good” guys

arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones (house of wax), peter strahm (saw 4/5), adam faulkner stanheight (saw 2004), david radford (saw 0.5)

>TV/MOVIES/WEB-SERIES<

the batman (2022)

the riddler/edward nashton

marble hornets (2009-2014)

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

>WILL NOT DO<

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• age regression

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character) - this includes childhood friend AUs

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

>CAN/WILL DO<

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• past self-harm

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, inhuman reader (this includes monster, alien, divine etc.)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

[candlecoo-sideb-art]

Leitner books??

Okay idk if anyone else has done this, but coloring book of the flesh that has graphic depictions of the reader being mutilated that whatever gets colored in will happen to your own body.

Book on bird gazing, but specifically birds who rely on being in flocks to survive. The birds are slowly isolated until they are killed by a predator who found them away from their flock. The reader follows suit, with friends not calling, being out if they go round to their house and just making it seem like they're avoiding the reader. Once the reader has completely given up hope on finding their friends again, something kills them. (the lonely obviously)

A pop-up book on komodo dragons and how their bacteria works. If the reader touches one of the pop-up teeth they'll be poisoned by the bacteria and die a few days later. (the corruption)

- Idk some ideas for you

YES YES YES YES!!!!

TO ALL OF THESE!!!

A coloring book that mutilates you? Genius!

A lonely book about pack animals being separated is so clever and probably wouldn't be discovered as sinister till its too late!

And I adore the idea of an evil pop-up book!!!

[atlasofthestaars]

If the reader knows how to utilize their power, they can become quite dangerous since they could transform into a blue ring octopus to kill their enemies

Fun fact: you won’t know a blue ring octopus have latched onto you until the last minute

Or transform into a Komodo Dragon and since their bite mix with their saliva is venomous, they just need to wait for their enemy to die

Oh definitely!

I try to look up effective animals for the type of moves they do, and even have a friend who is going to be going into zoology (or something of the sort) help me out! Not that he knows what my animal questions are for, but yeah.

I just haven't done anything too fatal with poisons and such because the reader hasn't tried to kill anyone at this point. Maybe that'll change soon though :)