#millard nullings x you

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Millard Nullings/Symbiote!Venom!Male!Reader Headcanons

More symbiote reader/mphfpc yes yes

LISTEN I KNOW I NEED TO BE GETTING REQUESTS DONE BUT IT CAN WAIT A LITTLE LONGER OKAY????

My first Millard thing because I forget about him a lot and wanted to get something out about him before I forget

Also I'll say it again sorry if Venom isn't very Venom or his lines are a little awkward because I'm just now rewatching the movie and I still don't have his personality down yet

I'm pretty proud of this so

Headcanon prompt(s): You can see Millard for some reason, and some randoms too

The first time you walked into the home and saw Millard you just thought he was a nudist

You were still confused about how the Peculiar thing worked so you just let it pass off as normal for a while because you thought it was just his peculiarity

I mean who would think having a symbiote would be more normal than being naked???

Certainly not you

One day you just let it fly at the table after he talks about being invisible that you can see him

"Wait, you're invisible?"

"Of course I am, M/N. You cannot see me."

"Oh, well I just thought you were a nudist for a while."

"Why did you never mention this? I've been walking around naked for birds sake!"

After this encounter he immediately started to put clothes on all the time

Before this though Venom has for sure laughed at him in your head

"That boy is naked, M/N. Is this house full of nudists?"

"No, I think it's just him. Maybe he gets hot around the house since nobody else seems to mind."

"I find it quite amusing."

After you and him get over the fact that you saw him naked around the house casually, you actually become pretty close

Once he sees Venom though (let's just say Venom hid out for a while and everyone was confused about ur peculiarity) he was mega intrigued

Venom took a liking to him over time but at the start of their unlikely friendship Venom thought Millard was annoying

Millard was excited to see a real life symbiote as he had read about them in one of the many peculiar history books he has

Millard basically asked every single question in the book

"So what is the parasite-symbiote's name?"

"Can't you just ask me yourself, nudist? You better apologize as well; I am no parasite!"

"Well, you grew into M/N's body as an alien entity, so by peculiar standards you are considered a parasite and a symbiote."

If you like maps then you (not Venom he doesn't give a shit about maps) work on them with him and look at all the maps he's collected

If you don't then you and Venom just watch with Venoms head sticking over your shoulder

Ending notes: Okay i quite like these headcanons so I might make a part 2

[lesbianjackies]

📚millard nullings masterlist📚

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

the girl in the mirror ❤︎︎

[sprites-writing]

Chapter 14: Castles Crumbling

Freya POV, 1350 words kinda all over the place because this is a filler chapter, shit's going down next chapter ;)

heads up that there's kinda graphic descriptions of injuries throughout, especially concerning blood, tldr if you need it at the bottom :) also heavy talk of insecurities/self-worth issues

chapter 1 chapter 13

By the time the rain stopped, we were down on the beach, the stars shining in the sky as if twelve lives hadn’t just been destroyed. I stood a few feet away from the others, their distrust in me breaking my heart into a thousand little pieces.

Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the pain from my wounds was making it hard to stand up straight. I had a bullet still lodged in my left shoulder, my right hand was sprained, if not broken from how hard I had landed on it while trying to save Enoch and I had easily a dozen deep cuts from the glass. Blood was slowly seeping onto my dress, staining the green a reddish-brown.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” Fiona said, “What do we do now?”

Jacob looked lost, leadership obviously not being something he was used to. “I-is there any sign of Miss Peregrine and that Wight?”

“Gone. They must have had a boat.” I shook my head, the motion sending more blood out of my shoulder and I clamped my most definitely broken hand over it.

“We need to go after them,” Jacob said, stating the obvious. “We know he’s taking her to Blackpool.”

“But Blackpool is miles away! The next ferry doesn’t go for hours. We’ll never make it in time,” said Millard.

“Not unless we go by boat too.”

I snorted, “Where the fuck are we gonna find a boat?”

Turns out there was a boat. Mind, it was easily 200 metres underwater, but there was a boat. Slowly, we swam down, Emma blowing air bubbles for us to be able to breathe. Every stroke of my arms sent agony flaring up my shoulder and down my back, the bullet had done more damage than I thought.

While Emma worked on filling the rest of the boat up with air once one room was sufficiently dry enough for us to breathe, the rest of us slowly moved room by room through the ship, finding enough bedrooms for each peculiar to have two, the engine room and a room full of skeletons.

Before long, we all ended up in the bridge. The angle that the ship had taken to get out of the water resulting in most of us falling against a wall. Once we were out of the sea, Enoch came and stood beside me as we all looked out at the island. There was no guarantee we would ever come back, let alone live past tomorrow.

I did my best to avoid everyone, including Enoch, for the next few hours. The betrayal in their eyes was too much for me to handle, especially while we rushed to Blackpool.

It was like every single good thing I had done in the last nearly seventy years had been erased in a matter of an hour. Every night spent drinking in the village with Olive and Emma meant nothing. Every time I took care of Wyn and Claire meant nothing. Every afternoon I soothed Fiona when she lost control because of Hugh, they meant nothing.

If I had to see my family look at me like I was a monster one more time…

In a way, they were confirming all the fears I’d had since I was thirteen. No one could ever fully accept that someone they loved could kill them and anyone else in seconds if their control slipped for only a moment.

I will always be on my own. I will never have anyone for long.

Maybe it was a gift of sorts to have seventy years of being loved, even if I had to hide such a big portion of myself to get it.

My spiral of self-pity was interrupted as I turned down the hallway that led to the room I’d claimed for the night. It was a good few hallways away from both where the younger and older wards were sleeping. Enoch was leaning on the wall next to the door.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, everything’s fine,” I said, trying to push past him to open the door.

“Sure, that’s why there’s blood all over you.”

I half-turned to him, “I can fix it.” I didn’t like being shitty to him but it would keep him safe and I’ll be damned if that wasn’t my top priority.

He raised an eyebrow, he knew damn well I was bullshitting, “You can fix a bullet wound with one hand?”

I sighed in defeat and let him follow me in. While he found a first aid kit in the bathroom, I pulled off my dress and my cami underneath, leaving me in a soft bralette and bloomers.

I had just sat on the bed when Enoch turned around with bandages and tweezers in hand. At the sight of me, his jaw dropped slightly, “I didn’t realize it was so bad, I would’ve annoyed you into letting me help earlier if I knew.”

To be fair, I was looked a mess. I had rebraided my hair after getting to the ship but the water had wreaked havoc on my curls and had left them in a mat of tangles. My shoulder had stopped bleeding, but there was still blood crusted from my collarbone to my bicep. There wasn’t too much blood from the glass but that was only because they were still embedded in my skin.

“Where do you want to start?” he said, sitting down gently next to me.

“Bullet. Probably not good for it to stay in there long.” He nodded and I twisted so that he could see where it entered. 

He unscrewed a bottle of whiskey and poured some on a cloth. “This is going to hurt like hell but we can’t risk infection, not right now.” Enoch wiped the cloth over my bloodstained skin and I hissed through my teeth at the sting. To say it hurt would’ve been the understatement of the century. It felt like it was burning through my raw skin.

After what felt like far too long, he had me lie on my back so that he could find the bullet. The tweezers were freezing as he dug through the muscle and flesh of my arm. There was a slight tugging feeling before the bullet was out.

“Here’s the little fucker,” he said, dropping it into my waiting hand. It was only a few minutes longer before I was stitched and bandaged up.

“Glass next?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long process. Thankfully, it had been mostly big shards of glass that got stuck, the majority of the small pieces bouncing off me.

After another twenty minutes he asked “Is there anything else?”

“I might have, possibly, definitely broken my hand when I was trying to grab the hollow,” I said, scrunching my face up as I waited for his reaction.

Noch blinked twice, “What?”

I held up my hand. Two of my finger were at an unnatural angle and you could just barely see where one of my bones poked into my skin slightly. It was a miracle I could move my hand at all right now.

“Oh shit. That-that is definitely broken. I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Me neither. Maybe we could bandage it? So that it doesn’t get worse?”

“Alright, we can do that.” He gently wrapped my hand then redid the bandages on my arm and thigh from when Claire spilt her hot chocolate. 

God, I thought, that couldn’t have been just three days ago.

There we sat in silence, Enoch cradling my fucked over hand in his like it was something to be protected, like I was something to be protected, and I suddenly realized what was going to happen. We were finally going to talk about the elephant in the room that we’d been ignoring for sixty years.

“Frey—” he started and I snatched my hand back.

I shook my head, clutching my broken hand to my chest as I stood up. “I-I can’t,” I said backing away until I reached the door.

And then I ran.

TLDR if the injury talk was not for you: Freya begins to distance herself from the others because she thinks she's worthless after how the others (minus Enoch) reacted to the death-touch part of her peculiarity. They go down to the Augusta. General talk of how they confirmed the fears she had for years about not being accepted for her peculiarity and maybe it was a gift that she got nearly 70 years of them not knowing. Enoch fixes up all her injuries even tho she's been trying to avoid him. Enoch tries to get her to talk about their feelings but she panics and runs off.

chapter 15

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas

yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : star trek, american horror story, torchwood, x-men, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md

[milfswriter]

Family

Alma Peregrine/ The children in general x Reader

Request: Fluffy household headcanons

Notes: me and @queerpersonified decided to bring the Alma tag back to life cause Alma simps deserve better :)

Alright so...We all know you're the fun, cool parent here

It gets on Alma's nerves VERY easily.

"Can we play raid the village?" "No, Mr. Nullings" "she meant yes, but don't kill anyone!".

She'd give you a glare and receives an innocent smile in return

You were a family, not just peculiars living in a loop with their headmistress and her cool wife.

You're less likely to be the one grounding any of them unless it's Enoch. the boy never ceases to get on your nerves when he raises his voice at Alma or doesn't clean his death-smelling room.

piggyback rides with claire and olive to the dining room.

Birthday parties!!. Even though it's the same day every day, you keep a calendar in the kitchen with each child's initials on their birthday. Even Alma's, though she scolds you for indulging in unnecessary celebrations like this.

"It is necessary. You turn 182 today! everyone say happy birthday miss peregrine!" you laugh as her face turns a darker shade of red than she'd like to show while the children chant the famous birthday song.

morning kisses at the breakfast table that make the children cringe

Being referee and goalkeeper at the same time while the boys play soccer, Horace tutting at them for their 'unclassy behavior'.

Alma would not touch you with a five-foot pool as she looks at your dirt-covered clothes from throwing yourself around to catch Hugh's ball.

brushing Emma's hair every morning, much to her annoyance. "I'm eighty-eight years old" "and I'm a hundred and forty-three, you're still a child".

Stifling a groan at Bronwyn's strength when she hugs you.

Telling Millard to wear clothes every time you see an object flying in the air with a box of tissues thrown at him.

laying your head on Alma's lap in the living room while she smokes her pipe every afternoon, her long nails running through your hair as you close your eyes.

Keeping Enoch from Viktor's room, sometimes even locking it.

Being the only one besides Hugh that Fiona actually talks to

Bedtime has always been your favorite, tucking all your children into bed after a compulsory bedtime story from Tales of the peculiar, Alma waiting in the doorway to go to bed together.

Late night swaying in the kitchen to a song you'd hum in your wife’s ear, your hands at Alma's waist while hers are around your neck.

Taglist:

@ara-a-bird @thenazwife @mistysswampmud @yelenablshop @acornacre @yourfavdummy @mmemalwa @multifandomfix

[kyeomunism]

just saw some millard x reader prompts from 2020 in my drafts. is the mphfpc fandom still alive? are there still millard nullings enjoyers out there?

here are some of the prompts. let me know if you're interested and I'll write the fics.

"It's called freefall" - you met your childhood friend millard in devil's acre during the desolations. things weren't how they used to be. (fluff)

"If she's anything like me" - you're one of miss peregrine's wards and you had to let go of your feelings for millard when he fell for lilly. (angst)

"I'm not calling you a liar" - you're a cartographer and he's a smartass. you find yourself in a heated debate with millard as you map ancient loops across the world. (fluff & banter)

[pastellmochi]

hiiiiiiie im sal or nessie or knickknack im a they/them AND LET’S BE BEST FRIENDS TOGETFHER !!!!!!!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

PLEEEASE INTERACT ESPECIALLY YUMES/SELFSHIPPERS ND ARTISTS W OCS !!!!!! mwah

i ♡ : enstars , creepypasta , ouji and lolita fashion , selfshipping and ocs (including yours!!) , mouthwashing , vs ambivalenz , μ's , pokemon , paradox live , afterl!fe , 18trip, on-air! , on-air! survival chat , handead anthem , angel beats , soul eater , wonderland days , twisted wonderland , bad movies , purrfect tale , idols in general <333

IM ON ARTFIGHT twt and here !!!! at saltedbreez 🫶🫶🫶

KENTA MIKOSHIBA , DEATH THE KID , AND AYATO NAOI ARE MY DARLINGS EVER !!!!!!!!!!

MORE F/OS + ND OTHER INFO UNDER THE CUT !!!!!!

ALSO LIKER OF !!!! splatoon , ohshc , osomatsu-san , alien stage , persona , dungeon meshi , kirby , charisma house , hxh , guilty gear , tekken , vocaloid , drag race , princess tutu , naruto , twd , winplan !!!

SMOOCHES ♡ kenta mikoshiba , death the kid , ayato naoi , tetora nagumo , shinobu sengoku , frankenstein’s monster , arven , kieran , ruggie bucchi , izumi sena , junpei yoshino , ryuji sakamoto , kai satou , cheren , seiji shishikura , neito monoma , x virus , eyeless jack , hinata aoi , shin tsukimi , midori takamine , pokkle , millard nullings , kenji yamaguchi , yuri briar , hotaru kisaki , billy the kid fgo , testament , kafka oguro , taki ibuki , hikaru hitachiin !!! ♡

MAY OR MAY NOT LOVE maruyama reo + shiki ando , mafuyu asahina , mizuki akiyama , megumi fushiguro , karma akabane + asano gakushu , kantaro misuji , yusuke kitagawa , rimicha , hangyon , yui komori , okuda minami , ace and deuce , junpei iori + chidori <33 , yosuke hanamura , hermione , izaya orihara , luka and hyuna …

im a former genshin liker bennett , dahlia , ga ming , chongyun , razor + xiangling , yoimiya , albedo and xiao (platonics) all are in my heaaarts ♡ !!!!

MY BEST BESTFRIENDS naruto , sol badguy , sasuke , revali , shoto todoroki , yuga aoyama , vil schoenheit , riddle rosehearts , idia shroud , kotone shiomi , joker (PERSONA!!!!) , patty thompson , liz thompson , natsume sakasaki , sharpay and eyan evans , may , hyuna , mizi , sua , till , ivan , aba and paracelsus , akko kagari , ryu natsume , kantaro misuji , haruka sakurai , rin hoshizora , hanayo koizumi , honoka kousaka , callie and marie , sora harukawa , swansea , daisuke , anya , ann takamaki , ace and deuce , tk , shiina , everyone in vs ambivalenz s1 and angel beats , bridget !!!

I LOVE MELLO , NICO YAZAWA , ELPHELT , TODOMATSU , JYUSHIMATSU , SAYORI , HAPPY CHAOS , AND ROOK HUNT BEYOND DEFINITION !!!!!!!!!

MY FAMILIAL F/Os lily hoshikawa , rin kagamine , len kagamine , osomatsu , karamatsu , ichimatsu , choromatsu , auguri . kalluto zoldyck , killua zoldyck , alluka zoldyck , nanika zoldyck , sylvie ashling , molly blyndeff , sojiro sakura , morgana , soichiro yagami , sayu yagami , sachiko yagami , pit kid icarus , grim , team rocket , gladion , lillie , ticci toby , jeff the killer , judge angels , bloody painter , clockwork , ben drowned , smile dog , nina the killer , slenderman , splendorman , jane the killer , gekiyaku , kazehiki , L , matt , near , hoodie , masky , lost silver , sayaka miki , vil schoenheit , yukan no shonen !!!

DNI !!!!! kanata shinkai , cater diamond , solomon obey me , wanderer , cyno , and wataru hibiki selfshippers !!! there's also more, aka doubles of my friends !!! please ask to share , most im okay w but def ask for kenta ayato and dtk !!! im really iffy / uncomfy w sharing but i can make some exceptions 4friends<33 i wanna make friends… dni basic dni criteria !!! dni proshippers !!! dni hh/vivziepop/dsmp fans !!! dni kentareo shippers … or you ship kenta with anyone please tag it4me okay thats all THANKS FOR READIIIIIING 🥺🥺🥺‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[firefullofblood]

Soooo... Welcome to my blog, this is my officially main blog about anything I wanna post about.

Names I use: Benjamin, Sheldon, Jeff, Tate

I'm using he/him pronouns

Arospec(Myrromantic) & bisexual ftm

+ uniromantic

I'm polytherian and otherkin or whatever...

I am a part of a lot of fandoms... Blah blah blah

POSTING

I'm gonna definitely post about some interests of mine like animals, nature, books, planes, music, guns, painting and drawing, vintage and more.

I also have an interest in taxidermy, anatomy, true crime and collecting stuff ( especially bones and feathers), also love vinyl records and 1920/30's, might post about it too.

This blog is mainly for my otherkin and therian stuff, but also my personal life and interest, art etc etc.

I'm not NSFW but I might post some more mature stuff

Imma post looooot of music related stuff

My theriotypes

Grey ( timber brownish ) wolf

Fallow deer

Ichthyosaur

elk

+ spitirual connection to fox and domestic dog (possibly theriotype)

MY MAINLY ANIMAL THERIAN BLOG : @waterfullofbubless

I have a NSFW blog, but I won't put it here

My kins

Tate Langdon

BEN Drowned

John Watson (not close kin to me)

Millard Nullings

Tom Riddle (before full Voldemort era)

...

Also past life: Jack McGurn

Just wanna say BC of this... I'm not a violent person towards others and I don't commit hateful crimes, thx.

If you wanna talk to me I'm always down for it ( might sound a bit cold from start, but I don't mean it bad)

I'm a satanist who's into witchcraft a bit sooo...be respectful ( I respect every religion)

Don't forget to check my webtoon comic Instagram account Space.fulloffire

What I personally don't support:

Transphobia

Homophobia

Practicing harmful paraphilias

Racism

Hate towards furries or therians etc

Hate towards people for something that can't change when they don't do anything bad

What I don't vibe with but I RESPECT ( don't be mean and just respect me back). It's just stuff I might not talk best about, BUT I respect y'all if you show me respect back:

BTS "army" & Swifties ( idm fans in general but... If you know you know)

SHARK or SNAKE HATERS ( just don't be rude lol)

Haters of non violent satanism ( just don't be mean ig)

People who think liking taxidermy is weird

People who are huge K-pop fans ( respect just... I'm not a fan so don't be rude about it)

People who are like: "name three songs and band members" ( I'll respect y'all...but honestly tf)

DNI:

people who are toxic BTS and Taylor Swift fans

Toxic Christians ( you know which I'm talking about)

Homophobes

Transphobes

Anti furries and therians

People who are under 13 years old or over 40 years old

People who have harmful paraphilias who are practicing

People who wanna s*x text me

People who think therianthropy is cringe ( duh)

People who are anti any alt style

....

DO NOT INTERACT WITH COMMENTS OR DON'T REBLOG IF YOU'RE EXPLICIT NFSW ACCOUNT ( pictures with sexual nature)

Oh btw, please DO NOT flirt with me, I have a boyfriend and I love him with every single drop of blood in my body.

♪MUSIC BONUS♪:

Some of my favourite genres:

Rock

POV: indie

Pop

Alternative metal

Modern rock

Pop punk

Punk

Post-Grunge

Nu metal

Permanent wave

Scenecore

Jazz

Electro swing

Classic rock

Rap

Pixie

Otacore

Show tunes

Etc.

SOME of my favourite bands/ artists etc:

My chemical romance

Joost

Queen

Nirvana

Mindless self indulgence

The cure

Cavetown

Set it off

Jack Stauber's micropop

Tally hall

Dean Martin

Lady gaga ofc

Voodoo church

Breaking Benjamin

Get scared

....

I guess that's all for a "music window"

thanks for reading this lol

[its-to-the-death]

Mod's Crush Competition Round 1

Hey guys! Based on the poll I sent out, it looks like some of you wanted to see what kind of fictional crushes I've had and of course I'm more than happy to oblige...

These are all crushes I've had through my lifetime so not all of them are current. Some of them I can explain and others make me question my life choices. They're also all male because I'm only attracted to men. (Maybe next time I'll do a tournament with your guys' crushes)

I tried to limit it to 3 characters per franchise but Yugioh ended up with 5 because there are so many series and I have seen all of them (It's been a very important fandom in my life). I also tried my best to not overrun it with anime. I admit my number of fictional crushes spiked when I started watching anime though. They know how to make them pretty.

Anyways, let's take a look at our bracket:

I am already dreading some of these matchups. For the first round, I am going to split the polls between 2 days. The first half will go up on Tuesday, September 26. The second half will go up on Thursday, September 28. All polls will last a week.

Some reminders:

Please be nice! To me and to fellow voters. I know I've had some weird crushes (and I don't mind if you think I'm weird) but I won't accept hate. If there's a problem, be civil.

Have fun! Don't take this too seriously because it's just a little Tumblr tournament I'm doing for fun and I just want people to enjoy it.

Since the pictures in the bracket are so small, matchups will be under the cut and link to the polls once they start.

Tuesday, September 26 polls

Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan) vs Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games)

Rocket (Guardians of the Galaxy) vs The Corinthian (The Sandman)

Peter Pan (Once Upon a Time) vs Shun Kurosaki (Yugioh Arc-V)

Koushi Sugawara (Haikyuu) vs Manitoba Smith (Total Drama)

Sebastian Moran (Moriarty the Patriot/Yuukoku no Moriarty) vs Griff Jones (Bunk'd)

Shun Ibusaki (Food Wars/Shokugeki no Soma) vs George Weasley (Harry Potter)

Kenya Yukimiya (Blue Lock) vs Chase Davenport (Lab Rats)

Seishiro Nagi (Blue Lock) vs Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

Ryou Bakura (Yugioh DM) vs Mycroft Holmes (BBC Sherlock)

Doppo Kunikida (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs Newt (The Maze Runner)

Nathaniel Kurtzberg (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Trey Clover (Twisted Wonderland)

Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) vs Luck Voltia (Black Clover)

Feitan Portor (Hunter x Hunter) vs Tsuchigomori (Toilet Bound Hanako-kun)

Kyoya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club) vs Viktor (Arcane)

Horace Somnusson (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children) vs Percy de Rolo (The Legend of Vox Machina/Critical Role)

Hikaru Hitachiin (Ouran High School Host Club) vs Tetsurou Kuroo (Haikyuu)

Thursday, September 28 polls

Hiccup Haddock III (How to Train Your Dragon) vs Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop)

Eita Semi (Haikyuu) vs Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland)

Keigo Takami/Hawks (My Hero Academia) vs Colt Grice (Attack on Titan)

Theon Greyjoy (Game of Thrones) vs Azul Ashengrotto (Twisted Wonderland)

Noah (Total Drama) vs Ango Sakaguchi (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Quattro Arclight/IV (Yugioh Zexal) vs Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Millard Nullings (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children) vs Jackal (Fairy Tail)

Shin (Seven Deadly Sins: Grand Cross) vs Mihaya (Snow White with the Red Hair)

Ryokan Kogami/Revolver (Yugioh Vrains) vs Tamaki Amajiki/Suneater (My Hero Academia)

Bran Stark (Game of Thrones) vs Rogue Cheney (Fairy Tail)

Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail) vs Klaus Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead (My Hero Academia) vs Reo Mikage (Blue Lock)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen) vs Sanji (Live Action One Piece)

Scott (Total Drama) vs Kurapika (Hunter x Hunter)

Farkle Minkus (Girl Meets World) vs Seung-gil Lee (Yuri on Ice)

Phaser Ryugu (Yugioh Go Rush) vs Franken Stein (Soul Eater)

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

Dear Victor (Chap 9)

(Jacob POV, 1184 words,

as i was writing this all I could think of was that Miss Keisha vine which is hilarious bc I never used vine lmfao

the title may be funny but this chapter does kinda hurt

not as bad as the next one (which is 3.5k words) but still ow)

(previously called Victor? Victor? Oh my fuckin' god, he fuckin' dead)

chapter 1 chapter 10

“He wanted you to tell me everything!” I called after Miss P as she stormed out of the kitchen. Since she didn’t seem likely to come back right after making it obviously clear that she was not going to tell me anything, I turned around to head towards the hall, immediately running into Enoch.

He sighed, Olive looking worried over his shoulder. “How frustrating for you,” he said in that infuriating accent of his. “Between Miss Peregrine’s rules and my housemates’ little pact not to scare you off, it’s like… no one’s telling you anything!”

Since I was already in a bit of a mood, I couldn’t help myself from leaning in and demanding, “Well, why don’t you then? It’s not like you want me here.”

“Enoch, you can’t,” Olive begged. “You promised.”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Olive’s right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though.” He tilted his head slightly, “Want to meet him?”

Olive chased him all the way upstairs, grabbing him by the arm when they reached the landing. “Enoch, don’t do this! Please!”

“You want to spend time with me and Jacob, we can all play together, that’s what you said.” Olive moved to block the door at the end of the hall. He sighed once more, “Well, here we all are. Move , Olive.”

“If you’re going to be like that, then I don’t want to be your friend.” Olive sounded hurt as she pushed past the two of us to go to what was, presumably, her room.

Fiona saw Olive run off and rushed out of another bedroom. “Enoch! Leave Victor alone, it really upsets Bronwyn,” she hesitated for a second, before glancing at me and continuing, “and Freya.”

“Oh, stop fussing, Fiona. Don’t you think Jacob should meet everybody?” He leaned down and placed his hands on her shoulders as he talked.

“He’s trying to frighten you away, Jake,” she said, turning to me as much as she could with Enoch still holding her shoulders. “He was always jealous of Abe and now he’s jealous of you. Come and play with us instead!”

I nervously glanced between Fiona and Enoch, who was now standing there with his arms crossed, looking more than a little pissed off. “I’d-I’d quite like to meet Victor,” I admitted.

“Who’d like to meet Victor the Asshat?” someone mumbled sleepily from a doorway down the hall.

It seemed all the arguing had woken Freya up from a nap and she was now leaning on the doorframe to Enoch’s room, yawning and blearily wiping her eyes. Both Fiona and Enoch seemed surprised that she had woken up while I was more surprised that she had managed to fall asleep in the forty-five minutes since I last saw her.

“Freya! You can’t call Victor that, Bronwyn’s right there!” Fiona whisper-yelled to her as she pointed angrily at the room she had run out of earlier.

Freya merely blinked at her tiredly. “My question still stands.”

“It’s nothing, Frey. Jacob here just wants to meet everyone in the loop. Go back to bed, you didn’t sleep much last night.” Enoch sounded worried and I could tell that it was taking everything in him not to rush over to her and make sure she was alright.

She wiped her eyes one more time before grabbing a hair tie from her wrist and tying her loose hair into a bun. “‘M awake now, might as well get the practice in.”

Practice? What practice? She raises the dead, what practice would she need with Victor, who last I checked, is very much alive?

Fiona shook her head at us as she walked back into the room with the others as Freya walked over to us.

“Frey, you don’t have to. I’ve got this—,” he started.

“Noch, I have to get over this eventually, it’s been how many years? Sixty-something? It’s not healthy for me to be stewing in this for this long. This will do me some good, long-term at least. Might mess me up for a while short-term,” she laughed.

“But right now? You only just started to accept Mi—”

“Noch, if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow. I’ll be alright. I promise.”

“Okay, but will you at least tell me if it gets too much? I’ll take over and you can rest for a minute.”

“Promise”

“Seriously?”

“On my sister’s grave , I promise to let you take over if I need a break in any way, shape or form.”

She turned back to the door we were crowded around and muttered “Well, here goes nothing,” tension visible in every muscle in her body. Enoch put a steadying hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly as she turned the doorknob and walked in.

Enoch parted the curtains around the bed as Freya pulled out a jar from the nearby dresser drawer. She unscrewed the lid and carefully walked to Enoch’s side, kneeling down beside the bed.

“Uh, hello, Victor,” I began. “I’m Jake, I’m sorry to disturb—”

Victor wasn’t moving. Or breathing. And he had no eyes. I glanced at the other two and the jar Freya was holding and realized it held a heart.

Holy fuck, I thought, Victor’s dead. Holy shit, he doesn’t have eyes just like—

I took a nervous step back.

“Yeah, he can’t hear you,” Enoch said.

“You know, pretty hard for the dead to hear the living without being raised,” joked Freya, but her shoulders were steadily climbing towards her ears and her jaw was clenched as she stared at Victor.

Enoch separated the curtains around his bed more and nodded at Freya. She took a deep breath in and pulled out the heart with some tweezers. She carefully pulled back the perfectly pressed bedsheets and opened the buttons on his shirt, slipping the heart under and into his chest.

She pulled back her hand and put down the tweezers before putting it back on top of his shirt.

“C’mon Vic, don’t make this any harder than it has to be for me. Stop being stubborn and get up already.

“Wake up, Vic, please .” Her voice broke slightly on the last word and Enoch moved his hand onto her back to steady her.

Faintly, I heard him mutter, “Do you need me to take over?” and she shook her head as she continued to will Victor to life once more.

After nearly a minute and silent, frustrated tears sliding down Freya’s cheeks, he sat up.

“Hello, Jake,” both Freya’s and Victor’s heads tilted as he spoke, Victor mirroring Freya’s movements exactly. “I’m Victor. Do you want to know what killed me?”

I’d love to say that that was the fastest I had ever run out of a room in years but unfortunately, I ran out just as fast yesterday.

As I ran down the stairs, I heard the door to Victor’s room close and two pairs of footsteps walk down the hall.

“Ah, there you are,” said Miss P. “Are Enoch and Freya with you? It’s time for our daily walk?”

chapter 8

[arriansarchive]

Ideas again hahahaha..

PUT IN SOME GODDAMN REQUESTS RIGHT NOW!

[lesbianjackies]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader where the reader is actually the firstborn and heiress daughter of Poseidon? And like, she has abilities like Mera from Aquaman? I’m no fan of Amber Heard, but Mera is just too cool for me to stay away from... maybe ave the reader be pretty sarcastic, snarky and confident? As much as I love vulnerable moments, it irks me whenever the fem reader is too vulnerable and soft... yeah, I know this is very specific. Sorry. I just really wanted to pitch this because damn your writing is too good for my eyes haha

this idea sounds so cool, but unfortunately i am not currently writing for loki. thank you so much for the praise though, it always blows my mind when i see people saying such nice things about my writing lol

if you want, you can send in another request for a character i do write for and i'd be happy to do it.

i'm currently writing for george weasley, jesper fahey, klaus baudelaire, leo valdez, millard nullings, number five, peeta mellark, peter parker, and shoto todoroki, so if you'd like to request something for one of them i'd truly be so happy to write it :)

[sprites-writing]

Chapter 13: Vigilante Shit

yeah I know its been like a year whatever

okay notes for this chapter:

1) It's no longer Miss Avocet that Freya found when taking Jake back to the present, it's now Miss Dove in case I decide to continue the series I don't have to work around Miss A being dead

2) I wrote this in less than 24 hours don't judge me too harshly

3) welcome to the wdid revival where its been four years since I wrote chapter one and my writing has improved drastically and I will (eventually) rewrite the first 2 chapters of this

4) also Freya is horny af for Enoch for a good portion of this because I was reminded about how fucking fine Finlay MacMillan is while rewatching the movie to write this

anyways Freya POV, 1523 words, enjoy

chapter 1 chapter 12

Between Miss Dove and Jacob, we were all quickly put to work.

Emma, Jacob, Enoch and I were put in charge of collecting tools for the others while they worked on latching the windows and barricading the doors. In the chaos, Abe’s nightly phone call was forgotten about until the familiar ringing filled the parlour.

The three of us glanced between ourselves before I gently eased the hoe from Jacob’s hands. “I think you should answer it tonight,” I murmured. Looking like he was half in shock, he nodded and quickly scurried off.

“Not entirely sure that was the best idea of ours, but yera, it can’t be worse than all the times we snuck out,” I said with a shrug.

Enoch gave a surprised snort, “Frey, I don't think anything can be worse than that.”

With a knowing smile, Emma took her section of the tools and left the sunroom. Enoch and I both hesitated, the makeshift weapons in our arms a glaring reminder that we were running out of time and yet still we stood there, our soft breathing and the racket from the parlour the only sounds.

“I’m proud of you, y’know,” whispered Noch. “Even if the others aren’t, I am. I’ll always be proud of you.”

I inhaled sharply. For some reason, this moment felt like it was crossing some unspoken line of ours, and it was quickly heading into a territory I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

“And because I know that wonderful brain of yours like the back of my hand, I know that you’re overthinking it but you, Freya Róisín Aoibh O’Sullivan, might have just saved us all.” The way he easily pronounced the Gaelic of my middle names sent a wave of hunger crashing through me. Although this was far from a new feeling for me, it took me by surprise every time.

It was like suddenly every single little thing he had done in the last sixty-five years slammed into me like a train. From the quirk of his lips to the gentle slide of his hand across my lower back to when his shirt was soaking after our weekly swims to the feeling of his fingers tangling in my hair while he slept, it all added up to me pretending like there wasn’t an ache in me that I didn’t think anyone else but Enoch could fix.

He smiled at me like there wasn’t anything different even though he had just added fuel to the fire inside me that he had lit a long, long time ago. As he walked away I stood there, trying desperately to shove the desire threatening to consume me down, down, down to where I could pretend it wasn’t there.

It wasn’t like I was some sort of blushing virgin. I was raised by my older sister for fuck’s sake. With no parents there to beat the fear of God into us for lusting, Máire had a habit of going after the boys around town and, more often than not, they’d end up in her bed. After enough times of Siobhan and I walking in on her, we learned to avoid our small house during the afternoons, instead playing with the other kids nearby. And, although it wasn’t allowed by Miss P, Victor and I found more than enough time to sneak away for an hour or so. Even if it benefited him far more than it benefitted me.

I sighed and resigned myself to the low heat pooling in my gut despite the horrible situation we found ourselves in. Returning to the parlour, I quickly started passing out the tools, trying to not let the way my friends, my family, were flinching as they took the tools, bother me.

Before long we were all standing against a wall, Miss Dove in front of us holding Miss P’s crossbow. “Now children,” she began.

I glanced at Enoch from where I stood beside him, wordlessly asking him if he was alright. I knew this would be killing him inside right now, remembering what happened in his loop in London. He squeezed my hand gently.

I’m alright.

I gave him a reassuring look and turned back to Miss Dove.

“Now that you’re all here, there’s a few rules. Your primary job is to stay safe. Leave the Hollow to me, I don’t want to see any heroics. Now, those of you with garden tools, I must insist that you—” Miss Dove was cut off abruptly as the Hollow pulled her through the window.

A mixture of gasps and shrieks left us as the danger we were in truly hit us. Jacob lunged towards the crossbow she had dropped and quickly aimed it at the window.

I frantically scanned the room, looking for some kind of sign as to where it was only to find nothing. The boards that were left from Miss D rattled as it entered the house, sections falling back into the garden.

As Jacob stood up, Enoch ran from where he was, throwing himself between Jacob and the Hollow.

“What are you doing Enoch?” I yelled. He glanced over his shoulder at me and his moment of distraction let the Hollow grab him.

Never in my life did I feel the terror that went through me as it picked him up. Not when Máire died, not when I killed Millie, not when Miss Gannett found me. The shadows from its tongues were the only thing that let me see what it was doing while he struggled.

I ran towards him, calculating where the Hollow was as I moved. I reached where I thought a leg was, my palm smacking the floor with a force I was only aware of because of the sound. It slammed Enoch into a window, shards of stained glass cutting my skin, desperation stopping me from feeling the pain.

I tried again, my hand aching from missing again as Jacob urged the others to get to the attic. For the third time I lunged, this time half a foot to the left and felt my hand grasp cold, scaly flesh. I squeezed, the Hollow’s tongues dropping Enoch as it died.

Completely forgetting that Jacob was still in the room, I rushed to my best friend. The moment he had stood up, I cupped his face in my hands.

“Are you alright?” He nodded.

I threw my arms around his neck, forcing him to take a few steps back as he adjusted. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, burying his head in my neck.

We stayed there for a moment, just breathing each other in, until Jacob cleared his throat. With one hand, I flipped him off as Noch gently put me down.

The moment my feet hit the ground, the remainders of the window crumbled. Confused, I looked to Jacob only for him to be staring wide-eyed at the hole in the wall. “Run,” he whispered.

As we rushed to the stairs, the doors to the parlour were ripped off of their hinges, the second Hollow following us to the attic.

Once we were upstairs, Jacob quickly started to figure out a way for us to escape. “Okay. All right, um…” he looked around the small attic, twelve peculiar children watching him.

“Shit! It’s almost reset!” He opened the window, the familiar flashes of the bombs flaring outside. “Fiona, is there anything you can do with that tree?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding.

“Be careful, Fi,” begged Hugh.

Fiona slid out the window and down the slick, steep surface of the roof, landing on the gutter.

Once Jacob said that we were escaping through the windows, I turned to Claire, motioning to pick her up. She leaned away from me. “Claire Bear, I know you’re scared about my peculiarity but we don’t have time. The Hollow will get through at any moment and we need to get you out the window now.”

She hesitantly let me pick her up and hold her as we slid down the roof, the shingles scraping the shit out of my legs as I focused on not balancing wrong and sending both Claire and I to our deaths. Once we were down, I sent her over to where Jacob and Emma stood helping the younger peculiars to the tree branch Fiona had grown.

I turned back to where Enoch was holding onto the windowsill with one hand, helping Horace out the window. When he landed beside me, I yelled over the rain for him to “Go, go!”

“Enoch, come on!”

As he fell down the roof, I grabbed his arm to keep him from falling. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy!” he said. I rolled my eyes at him and started climbing over to the rest of the wards right when the Hollow burst threw the doors.

As carefully as possible, we followed the others down the branch, Emma and Jacob staying at the back to guide the little ones.

Before they even got to touch the ground, the bomb hit the house and we watched as the loop closed.

Pronunciation notes for her middle names and her sisters' names:

Róisín Aoibh: Ro-SHEEN Eve

Máire: Mor-uh

Siobhan: Shi-VON

yeah I'm well aware that that one line about the others flinching away from Freya when she gave them the tools is awkward but I can't be assed to fix it

chapter 14

[deadqueerboys]

hi! Could I request overall(general?) headcanons of Millard Nullings x ftm reader?

Thank you very much!

Yes!! Sorry by the late.

Millard Nullings x Ftm! Reader

• Ever since you came out to him, he's been a sweetheart asking what it was or what terms he should use.

• Since it was 1940, let's just say there wasn't much to do, but he gave you his infinite support!

• As soon as you said his name, he said, "wow, it's amazing, did you choose it?"

• Do you want a haircut? He would surreptitiously ask Miss. Peregrine. Would you like more masculine clothes? If you want, you can take his.

• Millard asking anyone in a 'subtle' way what he would do if he had an S/O he didn't feel 'in his body'.

• When you decided to go out to the rest of the people, he was supportive and always asked 'are you sure?'

• Once you get used to him, you can visit him in his room and get whatever you want.

• Always, and I mean always! He will always ask if you want to play with him instead of having to spend time with the girls. • Playing soccer? He's on your team! Daily tasks? Millard will be there to help you.

• Between you and me, he would ask for your favorite color and make a gift like..choose a flower you like and leave it in your room in the morning.

• Perhaps, if Miss P. allow, you can share a room with him.

• He's not very protective, but he likes to take care of you.

• He would FULLY save his place at the table;

"Hey! HE's going to sit here!"

"A..thanks?"

• Him being a loving person more and more, even though you know he can be more relaxed with you.

[lynnsfics]

This Perfect Moment

Pairing: Millard Nullings x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Summary: All your life you were told the same story. Soul mates were a natural phenomenon that nobody could explain. Your soulmate’s first scar appears on you, and yours on them. Many people didn’t find their soulmates until later in life, since soulmark scars were considered private and were often covered up. Others found soulmates that they connected to on a higher level of friendship, rather than of romance. But when you follow your brother Jacob into a time loop, you never considered the possibility that you'd find your soulmate there.

Word Count: Approx. 2.5k

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The cold winds of Cairnholm blew frigid rain against your face. With a sigh, you ran after your brother Jacob. You understood the need to find out about your grandfather. But that didn’t mean you wanted to trek across a gods forsaken bog in the middle of a rainstorm to do so. Your first day on the island you had helped Jake find the house, and you saw how devastated he was when it appeared to just be ruins.

However, when Jacob suggested investigating the inside of the house, you genuinely thought he was losing his mind. To be honest, the thought had crossed your mind a few times since he started rambling about the monster in the woods. But for whatever reason, you believed him. After all, soulmates were real and nobody questioned that. There was more to this world than people knew, so who could definitively prove that Jacob hadn’t seen a monster?

Fortunately for you, the day he first decided to look into the old house, you hadn’t been feeling well and had an excuse to stay at the hotel. While you worried something bad might happen, you wouldn’t have been much help in the state you were in.

When he returned from his trip, telling you stories of peculiar children, like the ones your grandfather had known, you felt worry bubble up inside of you. What if you were wrong and he really was losing it? But there was no harm in seeing it for yourself, so you agreed to go with him the next day.

That’s how you ended up finding yourself headed back to the house in a storm strong enough to send you flying. Jacob was silent, just like he had been for the past few weeks. Except now he seemed to be brimming with energy. You absentmindedly ran your fingers along the scar on your forearm. There was still a ways to go before you arrived at the house, so you let your mind wander. 

Soul mates were a natural phenomenon that nobody could explain. Your soulmate’s first scar appears on you, and yours on them. Many people didn’t find their soulmates until later in life, since soulmark scars were considered private and were often covered up. Others found soulmates that they connected to on a higher level of friendship, rather than of romance. 

You were born with your soulmate’s scar, a thin line right under your collarbone. It was rare to be born with a scar, although not exactly impossible. When you were younger, you would find yourself tracing it, wondering what had happened to your soulmate for them to get such a wound. 

You hadn’t yet met your soulmate, but it wasn’t much of a surprise to you. After all, you still had plenty of time ahead of you. Part of you longed to meet them, but at the same time the idea scared you. What if they didn’t like you? Or what if you were one of the people who never met their soulmate?

Before you could spiral down further into those thoughts, you had arrived at the small tunnel leading to the house. Glancing at your brother you asked, “Is this the loop entrance?”

Jacob nodded and grinned at you. “Follow me.” The tunnel was dark, but as you walked there was suddenly a change in the path’s atmosphere, and a light appeared at the end of it. When you finally stepped back outside, the weather had changed completely. Rather than a horribly rainy day, you were greeted by a warm, sunny afternoon. Strangest of all was the house, standing perfectly in all its glory, rather than the decrepit state you had seen it in.

“Jacob!” A girl around your age ran from the house, embracing Jacob in a quick hug.

“Hi, Emma,” he replied, a slight blush creeping onto his face.

The girl turned to you, “You must be Jacob’s sister, he’s told us so much about you.” 

You stood in shock. So the stories were true, which meant you really were in a time loop. Before you could reply to Emma, several more children came bounding out of the house, followed by a woman smoking a pipe. 

“We’re so glad to finally meet you,” the woman said, smiling warmly. “I’m Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine.” 

“Thank you,” you replied, finally coming to your senses. You glanced over at the others, trying to remember who was who from your grandfather’s photos. Fortunately, Miss Peregrine introduced each one to you while naming their peculiarity. You did you best to remember everything she told you, but it was difficult.

Finally she finished listing off everyone, but your brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m sorry, what did you say Millard’s peculiarity was?” 

“Invisibility,” she restated while blowing out a puff of smoke from her pipe.

Now you really were confused, “Is it optional? Like can he turn it on and off at will?”

“No, I’m afraid it’s quite permanent,” Millard spoke up.

You turned towards the boy, “Are you being sarcastic?”

He looked puzzled, “Why would I be sarcastic about such a thing?”

“Because I can see you right now.” A gasp went up from the group, and you wondered if you said something wrong. “I’m sorry, should I have not said anything?”

“No,” Miss Peregrine replied, shaking her head, “but none of us have ever been able to see Millard.”

“Could it be a manifestation of her peculiarity?” Emma asked. “After all, Abe had special sight, and although he couldn’t see Millard, it could be a different form of the power.” 

“I don’t think that’s it,” you replied, glancing down. “I’m just ordinary,”

Miss Peregrine glanced over at Jacob before returning her gaze to you, “Only peculiars can enter time loops, my dear.” 

Once you overcame the initial shock of your newfound ability, Miss Peregrine gave you some time-period appropriate clothes to wear. Your dress had short sleeves, leaving your scar exposed, but you figured it wouldn’t be an issue. Your soulmate’s scar was covered by the high collar of the dress. 

Miss Peregrine then led you on a tour of the house, explaining some things about the loops as you went along.

“It’s a rather good thing I instructed Millard to look presentable today,” the ymbryne commented. At your look of confusion she explained, “He usually wanders around in the nude. Being invisible doesn’t have much of an advantage if you’re wearing clothes, you see.”

You felt a blush creep onto your face at her words. It was a shame no one else could see Millard, you thought. He was quite handsome. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, and instead tried to focus on Miss Peregrine’s tour. She was showing you up the stairs to a spare room, should you ever decide to stay the night or rest for a bit. 

Coincidentally, Millard’s room was right next to yours, and you once again found your thoughts drifting back to him. You hoped you hadn’t made him uncomfortable with your questions about his peculiarity. 

Miss Peregrine ushered you along, wanting to show you the rest of the house before dinner time. “And up there you’ll find Enoch’s room, although he hates to be interrupted when working, so I wouldn’t advise going there without invitation,” she pointed towards a closed door at the end of the hall. “I think that’s everything you need to know. Any questions?”

To be honest, you hadn’t been listening, so you just shook your head no. “I think I’ll go and rest a bit before supper, it’s a lot to take in.”

“That’s understandable,” she said with a nod. “Oh, and should you see Miss Bloom and your brother please tell them I need to speak with them.” You nodded and she turned to walk away. As soon as she was out of sight you turned to go back to your room. However, instead of walking into your room, you knocked on Millard’s door. You weren’t sure why, but you had the urge to apologize for what had happened this morning. 

After a moment you heard a voice call from inside the room, “Who’s there?”

“Millard, it’s me,” you answered. “I was hoping we could talk?”

He sighed and opened the door. “What did you want to talk about?” He opened the door wider, allowing you to step inside. Glancing around the room you noticed it was perfectly neat, save for a jacket tossed over the back of a small sofa. 

You could feel his gaze on you and you sheepishly looked towards the floor. “I wanted to apologize for this morning. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable in front of the others for questioning your peculiarity.” 

He shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sure if someone told me they were invisible, and yet I could see them, I would question it.” You smiled at his assurance.

“I’d better get going then, I don’t want to bother you.” As you turned to the door he reached out to stop you, “Don’t go, please. I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you.” You turned back to face him and nodded.

“Alright then,” you smiled. He motioned for you to take a seat on the sofa, and once you did he sat next to you. 

“So you didn’t know anything about your peculiarity until today?” He seemed genuinely curious, and it was understandable. Afterall, it seemed no one could actually see him except for you. 

“I thought I was just normal,” you shrugged. “Although now it seems that’s not the case.” You ran your fingers over the scar on your arm, feeling a bit nervous.

The action seemed to catch Millard’s attention and he looked at you questioningly. “It’s my scar,” you explained. “I got it after falling into some thorny bushes a few years ago.” 

“Oh,” he answered. A moment later he asked hesitantly, “Have you met your soulmate yet?”

“No,” you answered, “have you?” A moment after you asked you realized you probably shouldn’t have said it. He was stuck in a loop for bird’s sake, what opportunity would he have to meet his soulmate.

As you expected, he told you he had not. “I only ever had one scar, until a few years ago. One day there was a small glow on my arm and a scar appeared there. I’m surprised I even noticed it.”

“I’ve had my soulmate’s scar since before I was born,” you said quietly. You absentmindedly brushed your fingers against the mark on your collarbone. As you did, Millard looked at you in shock. 

“I know I shouldn’t ask,” he began, “but what does your soulmark look like?”

You hesitated, but answered his question, “It’s a thin scar, almost like a knife wound, although that wouldn’t make much sense.” 

Millard anxiously held out his arm to you. “Is this your scar?” As soon as you saw the mark you nodded, you would have known it anywhere.

You pulled down the collar of your shirt slightly, revealing your soulmark. “Is this…” you trailed off, nervously waiting for his response. 

His eyes met yours and he nodded. “I got that scar when I was coming here to Miss Peregrine’s loop. Not everyone takes kindly to a disappearing teen wandering the Welsh countryside.” He looked down as he said it, and you knew it must have been a painful memory for him. 

Before you could respond, you heard Miss Peregrine’s voice call from down the stairs, “Children, it’s time for dinner.” While you wanted to spend the rest of the evening talking with Millard, you both decided it was for the best to join the others, and then talk again afterwards. It would give you some time to process this new revelation. 

You took a seat at the dinner table next to Millard, purposefully ignoring the knowing look that Jacob gave you. During the dinner you spoke with the others, who asked if you and Jake would be staying, Like your brother, you didn’t have much reason to go back to Florida, and as you looked at the boy sitting next to you, it dawned on you that you had every reason to stay here. 

Millard linked his hand with yours under the table, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Dinner seemed to fly by, and Miss Peregrine soon announced, “Alright everyone, you have exactly one hour until reset. I do hope the Portmans will be staying with us until then at least?”

You and Jake both nodded. “I want to show you something,” Millard whispered to you. He led you out the backdoor of the house towards a small garden patch, out of view from the rest of the courtyard. 

A small bench was positioned in the middle of the garden patch, and you sat down next to Millard. “Are you planning to stay?” 

The suddenness of the question took you by surprise. “I need to talk to Jacob, but yes. Now that I know you’re here I can’t just leave.”

He shook his head, “There are things about this world that you don’t know about. If you stay in a loop for too long you can never leave. Should you leave you’ll age forward and…” he trailed off. “I don’t want you to be stuck here because of me. People aren’t exactly friendly to peculiars, either.” Millard absentmindedly brushed a hand over his scar. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and you could see plainly the twin mark to the one you wore on your collarbone. 

Without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the mark. “Wherever you are is where I want to be. No matter the consequences.” You looked up at him, his faces inches from yours. 

He closed the space, his lips connecting with yours. You kissed him back, as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer. Deepening the kiss, you brought a hand up to his face, before tangling it in his hair.

When you finally broke apart you found yourself breathless. He took your hand in his, and placed a soft kiss to the scar on your arm, sending your heart aflutter. His hand was still on your waist, tracing small circles over the fabric of your dress.

He kissed the top of your head. “We should probably get back for the reset. I’m sure the others are looking for us.”

You leaned in, “Then let them look. We might have forever ahead of us, but this moment is still ours.”

He smiled, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You knew you’d have to tell the others eventually, and you’d need to explain to Jacob that you’d be staying. But all of that could wait. You had finally found your soulmate, and nothing could ruin this perfect moment.

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I've been rereading this series since the new book is coming out soon, and i fell in love with the story all over again. (Not to mention falling for a certain invisible character.) As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated! Love you all! <3

[kyeomunism]

The Phoenix Ymbryne ||  Millard Nullings

Pairing: Millard Nullings x Fem!Reader

Devil’s Acre Era (includes events in TDODA)

Word Count: 2.3k words

Summary: You are a peculiar who can take the form of a Phoenix. Wights were a constant threat until an invisible boy takes you to your new home. Getting to know him made you realize your purpose and the worth of all you’ve been through.

A/n: this fic includes South-East Asian references and i wrote it in a way you’ll learn easily. so whatever your race is, step inside Y/n’s boots and enjoy this adventure fluff. 

︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・༺❀༻・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ︵‿︵‿︵

1900, Manila

The gust of wind rustling the forest almost silenced your pounding heart, but not quite. You transformed into a blazing bird and shoot through the bright sky, searching the brown earthen hues below. Your bird form made you an easy target, knowing that the wights after you have hunting guns; but your bird form also allowed you to scan the forest with your peculiar intuition. You could detect souls and sense their objectives. As you fly towards the outskirts of the woods, you located the two wights running away.

Suddenly, you felt another soul wandering through the thickets. A lone, pure heart, a good aura that you wouldn’t expect right after getting chased by blank-eyed monsters. Driven by curiosity, you roamed above the trees where you felt the presence. It was a floating map. You perched on a branch and watched the huge map turn, as if being held by a person. You looked from another angle at it revealed a floating suit and trousers. Carefully eyeing the subject and its pavement shoes leaving a calculated trail, there was only one word you can fathom: peculiar.

It had been over half a century since you’ve seen another peculiar, and it fascinated you how you couldn’t actually see this one. You continued watching the invisible who seem to be looking for something; a landmark? a person? a girl who can turn into a two-feet-tall fiery bird? If it was the latter, you knew you couldn’t easily trust someone, even if your intuition screamed this person’s good intentions.

You flew towards your house by the river, and judging by the angle of the floating clothes below, you knew you’ve been spotted. The moment you reached your home, you transformed back to your sixteen year-old body and slipped in a floor length skirt, a white sleeved shirt made from pineapple fabrics, and a scarf around your neck. You prepared hot chocolate in case that invisible peculiar pays a visit.

It only took a few minutes until you heard a knock on your door. Reluctantly, you opened it to reveal the same floating clothes that seemed to belong to the western world.

"Who are you?"

"Millard Nullings, at your service." A voice of a teenage boy spoke up. You moved aside to allow him enter your home, saying your name as you lead him to the drawing room. At first, you thought it was going to be painfully awkward, but it immediately changed into a pleasant, curious atmosphere when his body headed straight towards the ancient maps on your walls, as if being pulled by a magnet.

"Thank you, this place is incredibly interesting. For the longest time I thought these maps were never to be found again," Millard said as he took the hot chocolate from your hand while staring at the walls.

"These are from my old ymbryne. She was a real treasure," you said, standing beside him. "It shows hundreds of ancient loops across Asia. I wouldn't have found my current home without these maps. Oh, and Millard... may I ask how did you get here?"

"The wights after you were caught a while ago. This loop is marked empty in A Map of Days, so catching two of Caul's followers in here is intriguing. It wasn't long until I found the entrance after leapfrogging through a parallel loop nearby."

Brushing off more questions in your head, you offered him a seat and took sips of hot chocolate.

"Perplexus wasn't wrong when he marked this loop empty," you said. Millard's head most likely whipped up at the mention of the famous cartographer.

You smiled at this and continued. "When my old loop was raided, my ymbryne suggested this small loop. It was an empty peculiar menagerie. I suspect a dozen peculiar animals used to live here with all the traces I've found. But for over fifty years, I haven't seen any peculiarity in this area." You turn your head towards the window. "Past those Cacao trees is the membrane of the loop. A small provincial village with normal people, normal chickens, and a normal carabao. So seeing you here feels more surreal than it sounds," you admitted.

"What about your bird?" he asked, "that tall phoenix flying around the woods?"

A twinge of realization came over you and you sigh, reluctant to admit your peculiarity.

"That was me," you say finally.

"What! You can turn into a phoenix? You're an ymbryne?" Millard's voice was a mix of astonishment and confusion.

"How else did you think I manage to revive this loop?" You smiled.

"I just thought ymbrynes' bird forms are supposed to be inconspicuous. But you were...incredibly remarkable."

Your cheeks heated up at the comment and you divert your gaze with a soft chuckle.

"That baffled me as well, that's why I only transform in important situations. Locals believed me to be a magical bird, thus driving many hunters' attention. My bird form is known as Adarna. Similar to a phoenix, but distinct in certain features."

"Adarna? I've never heard of that kind of bird before."

"It is a famous folklore bird in the Philippines. There are stories about it, even in the Tales of the Peculiar." You stood and picked up an old children's book on the bookshelf across the room. You handed it to Millard, which you assume, made him smile.

"This is an ancient version indeed. I annotate many of the Tales but I've never seen this before. Would you mind letting me borrow this?" You couldn't bring yourself to say no to him, so you insisted he could keep it. Stating that you didn't need a copy, having memorized it for the longest time.

After minutes of discussion, you noticed how he got so excited in the topic of maps, history and his friends. It felt like you were listening to a teacher who loved his work, and you weren't complaining as you found this adorable. You were both having good laughs with Millard's stories, until he finally said, "I trust you expect a reassurance that the wights wouldn't trouble you anymore, but we can't be certain."

Your eyebrows furrowed at this, "what are you planning?"

"To take you to Devil's Acre."

You were surprised and slightly taken aback. He must've seen the faraway look on your face so he continues, "Y/n, you don't have to go now. I can just leave you a detailed map to help you reach the panloopticon anytime."

You paced around the drawing room. "So you're letting me go there alone?"

“If that's what you like, yes. I don't want to rush you into leaving your home, but I’ll feel much better if you let me take you there myself." His British drawl made your throat dry, you could only nod.

"I'll take my time to think about it, but as soon as the wights come near this area, I'll head to your loop for safety." You decided it's only smart to stay home until real danger emerge, despite how much you'd like to go with Millard. "Why don't you stay here for a while?"

"That can be a problem. You see, my ymbryne left me with strict rules..."

"You weren't supposed to be here, aren't you?"

You both just laughed at this.

A while later, a loud commotion started in the other side of the loop membrane. Villagers were screaming and animals were flocking away.

"Was that a regular noise within your loop?"

"For fifty years of living this exact same day over and over again, I can assure you that was most unnatural." You got up and pocketed an old but sharp dagger as Millard packed the maps and the book you gave him.

"Those are certainly Wights looking for their other comrades. We ought to flee this place now," he said.

You both slipped through the backdoor towards the river, careful not to trip into the mud. When you reach the bamboo raft, he held your hand and made sure you wouldn't lose balance. This gesture, however, made you lose your composure instead.

"You seem nervous, is it the raft? Should I let you cross the river first?"

"No, no, it's safe," you said as you both stood on the either side of the raft, trying not to slip as you crossed the river holding tall pieces of bamboo to keep yourselves steady. "I guess I just feel sad that I'm leaving home for good," you say. It was true, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit that he made you flustered.

"I understand that this loop may close permanently as you leave," he said, "but in the Devil's Acre, you may train with other ymbrynes ang get the chance to create new loops, have wards of your own—"

"Train with other ymbrynes?" You exclaimed as the raft reached the other side of the river.

"Yes, they're rather lovely. Miss Avocet and all the other ymbrynes would love to guide you. I also believe my friends will celebrate your company. Horace will cook feast, Olive and Claire will surely entertain you, oh," he said, clearly excited, "the celebration will never be enough!"

"Are you kidding me?" You laughed soundlessly as you headed towards the forest. "Your presence alone is more than enough."

He did not reply anything for a moment and you bit your lip. Millard lead the way to another loop that was connected to the panloopticon. It was a silent but surprisingly comfortable walk. He told you to watch your steps in some parts of the forest and you give every useful information you had about your homeland.

"There it is, come here, y/n." He spotted the portal door propped amongst the old trenches of the place that was once bloodstained by war.

Shivers crawled down your spine as you paced forward. Millard noticed your uneasy expression and ran circles on your knuckles. "You can tell me if you don't want to come," he whispered gently, "we'll figure out another way if you're ever uncomfortable."

"Thank you, but I really want to go with you. I want to meet your family and read your books." A smile painted its way on your face just thinking about it.

Without another question, he lead you through the door while gripping your hand. You held your breath and let him guide your steps. His fingers traced your forehead and you opened your eyes.

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1886, London

"Where are we?" You stare at the plain, unfamiliar bedroom infront of you.

"The third floor of panloopticon," Millard said with a relieved sigh. "We just crossed half the world in a matter of seconds, I trust the kitchen will have something to ease our loop-lag."

Without even thinking about it, you pulled him in a hug. He caught his breath and wrapped his arms around you as you feel tears streaming down your face. You missed your country but don't regret being with this boy at all. "Thank you," you managed to whisper.

It had been less than a week since you first arrived. Millard's friends were the kindest people you have ever met. The first time you saw Miss Peregrine, she was furious at Millard for running off without permission, but her mood changed when she met you and realized you were an ymbryne too. You were immediately recruited in Miss Avocet's academy and made friends with many other people in the Acre. You get along very well with Miss Wren who was interested in your peculiarity and the fact that you lived in a menagerie loop in Asia.

Desolations came and you stayed in the Ditch House with Millard reading books for you. While it was raining blood, bones and ashes outside, you were having the time of your life with your new family.

You stayed in the Academy while the rest of Miss Peregrine's wards take on their adventure to France, giving all your best wishes for Millard.

You fought in the battle of the Devil's Acre and tended to the injured with the other ymbrynes-in-training. When you heard the news that Caul was defeated, you were elated and incredibly happy.

You were one of the ninety-five peculiars who broke loop-bound in Jacob's house. You could finally go anywhere you like without the fear of aging forward rapidly, and Millard promised many trips with you, you could only shut him up with a peck on the cheek.

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1940, Cairnholm

So many good things happened to you that week, but nothing could beat the joy you felt when you found out that the ymbrynes-in-training are to live with Miss Cuckoo, and Miss Peregrine and her wards in Cairnholm.

You stare at the dog roses in Fiona's garden, you were filled with mixed emotions and wanted a quiet time. All of them are celebrating inside the house; all except Millard, who was wearing a velvet smoking jacket for the occasion.

"It's beautiful here," you said while watching his clothes head your way, "you must be happy that you're home."

"You are my home," he said sincerely, now standing in front of you.

You couldn't grab any witty reply, in fact, you couldn't find any words at all. You knew you were blushing ferociously by now.    

"Mind if I talk to you about something that's been bothering me for a while?" He broke the silence and you nod at him.

"With everything we went through these past weeks, I found myself hoping to stay alive."

You stifled a laugh. "Isn't that a good thing? Wishing you'd survive?"

"That's the point, I wanted to stay alive, not just because we ought to take surviving as a priority, but because I can't get you out of my mind."

Your face went blank. "What do you mean, Millard?"

"I wish it was a choice, but it wasn't. I fell in love with you, Y/n. I'd love you for as long as time."

"And we have time," you reassured him, "I love you too," and with that, he kissed you.

Both smiling into the kiss, you leaned against each other, swaying in the breeze of the garden and basking in each other's presence forevermore.