#mortimer freeze x reader

[biostris]

Heyo!! I just wanted to say, I love your writing and headcanons! If it's not too much trouble, could I get come hcs of Mortimer Freeze with a fire elemental reader? If not thats totally fine tho!

A/n: i have my fic parts done (just need to send them to someone and wrap everything up) so now I can go through some old asks! sorry, this took so long! also I can't find any Mortimer gifs so have snow.

: Mortimer Freeze x Fire Elemental! Reader Hc's:

You guys fit your tropes in more ways than one, or most would assume so anyways.

when he first saw you he was drawn to you, like a moth to a literal flame.

you were just so fascinating, different, and warm. It's the warmth that drew him to you the most, After all, he lives in the coldest place in possibly ALL the inkwell isles so it is rather rare he gets to feel anything above freezing.

You probably tried, and I mean TRIED, to sneak into his cult's meeting place, just to quell your curiosity but you were obviously spotted when most of his members began to pant and seemingly melt within your presence.

This would be a forbidden love deal, his cult members, who he adores as his own family, would try to make him stop seeing you but he couldn't.

Que the sappy meetings in some place you can both thrive, secret love letters, and running away together for days on end until people start to get suspicious.

would yall work out? maybe, with a little convincing on all sides maybe there would've been a compromise, but in the end, both of you are too scared to lose the other and start some sort of war between his cult and either your family or your own cult.

but don't worry, no one dies in this story, but your love is hidden from most of the world until things are settled. That or the cup bros. accidentally rat you out.

[kirlias452]

Cuphead dlc spoilers

Nobody’s tackled this guy yet so here I am to do so lol

Mortimer Freeze Imagine

❄️ Gives his you ice/snow themed gifts ie heart shaped ice cubes, hoping to show his more warmer side (even if he’s an ice wizard)

❄️ Summons snow so that him and you can make cute little snowmen.

❄️ Loves taking you out on snowy nights.

❄️ Loves to showing off his ice powers to you

❄️ Will definitely treasure any gift you give him (he’ll put it in his hat for safe keeping)

❄️ Mortimer hopes you don’t mind the cold that much.

❄️ The other snowmen would get instantly attached to you, seeing you as their guardian (in a way).

❄️ Mortimer’s the type to hold you bridal style, though hopes you don’t mind that.

❄️ He’ll step in to defend you if they’re in any danger.

❄️ He may be a bit cold, but you’re like the warmth he loves to have.

[leorawright]

May I request Wally Warbles, Mortimer Freeze and Bishop (all 3 from Cuphead) with S/O, who is oblivious to sarcasm?

Yay cuphead!

Cuphead with s/o who's oblivious to sarcasm

Wally Warbles

Wally is very sarcastic so he realizes pretty soon that you don't understand it

Honestly to him your to pure so he won't mention it

But it is good because he'll be passive aggressive to many people but you don't understand so you think he's being nice

He is worried that maybe you'll realize he's being mean and leave so he'll tone down the sarcasm

That's how people know he loves you

Mortimer Freeze

He doesn't use sarcasm often but some situations call for it

When you don't respond differently to it be realizes "Oh they don't understand that"

After that he'll never be sarcastic around you since it doesn't matter and you won't understand he's annoyed

But he does get a little annoyed if people outside use sarcasm when talking to you but he'll just distract you with magic tricks

Bishop

He almost never uses sarcasm so you not understanding isn't a problem during conversations

But when others use sarcasm and you don't understand he can get a little uncomfy

He doesn't like it because it feels like an insult to you so he'll try to distract you by pulling you away while shooting the other person a look

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Yooo your x readers have given me life since 2021 when I found this blog through Deltarune, I love your writing so much! ❤️ Anyways if you're up for it, how about Mortimer Freeze, with a gender neutral reader who really really would love to cuddle him, kiss him and be close to him 24/7, but sadly he is literally so cold to the touch [and so is his kingdom] that it's impossible without several layers of warm clothes? Can't risk hypothermia yanno LOL

Oh thank you!!! Likewise your Cuphead art gives me life <3 Especially all the King's Leap content

.........

With Mortimer, you're playing with fire (or ice, in this case) when trying to be physically affectionate with him.

The obvious downside is that he's freezing to the touch and unless you were a snowman, any normal person/toon would surely get hypothermia. It’s already tough enough visiting the snow kingdom.

To resolve this, you arrive wearing layers upon layers of warm clothes. Four jackets, a sweater, and at least two pairs of gloves make hugs manageable.

Mortimer sees your efforts to cuddle with him and sometimes wonders if he’s truly worth all this trouble.

For a while, he thought creating the cult would fulfill his desires for love and belonging...yet it never lasted. It made him feel lonely and isolated, yearning for the romance that the spider and lightbug from the Moonshine Mob shared (he was insanely jealous of them, too). He was convinced he was cursed to freeze whoever he touched and would be forever alone, yadda yadda.

Then you come along and break those chains in his heart, dressed in heavy layers just for the chance to hold him.

Even though he's still quite cold, you'll endure it and give him a kiss, instantly swooning the touchstarved wizard. 

That turns him into a flustered, grinning mess (if you squint you might see him holding back some icy tears but shhhh).

If you’re feeling bold, you’ll be tempted to kiss his snowflake form on the nose. It would literally make him melt all over again.

[juniminabloom]

If your asks are open then I have a fanfic idea! Where it’s Mortimer freeze x Fire being reader! I’m a sucker for opposite lovers

A/N: Mhm! Hope you like it! And sorry for not posting in a while. Everyone deserves a break every now and then, right? Right! Keep reading placed due to lengthiness.

Mortimer Freeze x reader: “That Can’t Stop Me” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You looked in the mirror. Expecting to see you, you only saw a monster. Someone who doesn’t belong, only because they say “You aren’t like the rest of us.” You were only a monster. And that’s all you’ll ever be.

     Sitting on your bed in your champagne chateau, you couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to have lived a normal life growing up. You were always teased at a young age due to a special power you had. You could manipulate and create fire from the palm of your hand.

     The adults always considered you a danger to their children, and the children thought of you as a disgrace.

     But it’s been 20 years. You live a lonely life. No one to talk to, no one to bond with, no one to even call family. Just because you were different. But you’re fed up with it.

     Sitting upright, you let a small flame burst in your palm. The embers softly graze your face, but you’re practically unfazed. You’re through with everything. Taking the small flame, you hold it up against your bedsheets. Slowly, it begins to catch fire, and it spreads quickly. You sprint to other places in the house, and begin lighting them on fire too: curtains, couches, carpets, etc.

     After your work is done, you look back at your old life. No smiles, no regrets, no apologies. As your house goes up in beautiful flames, you set off to find a new path. A new life.

~5 years later~

     Just a few more steps... You see that right ahead of you is a small bakery. Through all these years, you’ve eaten mere scraps of food, and you’re desperate for something to eat.  Pushing yourself, you open the door and stagger inside. A chubby, jolly looking man walks out to the counter with a smile. But when he lays his eyes on you, his face drops. “Oh my goodness! Are you alright?”

     He rushes over to you and holds your hands in his, donning a worried expression. You stay silent from his sudden reaction, until he speaks again: “Please, are you alright?” You shake your head. No, you aren’t. You have no home, no friends or family, and you’re famished. “I need... food..” You mumble.

     He drops your hands and he rushes to the back of the bakery. He doesn’t have many meals, but he saved half of a sandwich he had earlier. He comes running back out with the half and he shoves it to you.

     “Take it! Take it and eat it. You need it.” You gently take the sandwich and wait a moment, his eyes never leaving you. You take a small bite out of the sandwich and immediately melt from the flavor. In just a few minutes, you scarf down the whole thing, savoring every delicious bite.

     “Thank you, kind sir!” You exclaim. “No one has ever done a nice gesture towards me like that. May I have your name?” “Of course, dear! My name is Chef Saltbaker. Do you need anything else? I’d be happy to help!” You tell him that you don’t have a place to stay and that you don’t have any acquaintances, and he shakes his head.  “You can stay here until you get things together if you’d like.”

     “Thanks for the offer, but I wouldn’t want to take up extra room here. But I’ll keep it in mind, I just really needed the food right now. I’m going to keep exploring this place, and thank you again for the kind gesture!” You say. “Absolutely! Come back anytime!” He replies with a smile.

     After about 2 hours, you’ve seen most of this island, and it’s starting to get dark. You decide to take up Saltbaker’s offer and stay the night. But as you’re walking back, you feel a chill overtake your body, making you shiver. You turn around to meet a large igloo with loud chants coming from it.

     Curious, you decide to walk over to it and check it out. You knock on the doors, and when they open, it just looks like they opened on their own. You cautiously step inside and find a bunch of- snow golems?- lining bleachers. They’re all chanting some strange incantation.

     They suddenly stop.      They all turn to stare at you.

     “H-Hello...” You manage to stutter. All eyes were on you in the silent, cold room. All of the sudden, you hear the tinkling of bells and the beat of percussion. The crowd starts cheering, gradually getting louder as the percussion speeds up. Poof!

      A plump blue man in a raggedy purple coat gently floats down into a large icy throne. The golems turned to stare at him, and they all began to cheer. “Mortimer! Mortimer! Mortimer!”

     Mortimer raised his hand in silence, hushing the crowd. He turns his head to you and gives you a smile, but not the welcoming one. “What brings you here, foreigner? What is it that you seek? Perhaps the guidance of Them?”       “I’m sorry, sir, but I came here out of curiosity. I recently was on a journey to start anew and found this island. I spoke with a baker nearby and he offered to let me stay as his place for a while, but I decided to do a bit more travelling and found myself here.” Mortimer nods, and the crowd starts to whisper. You can’t quite hear what they’re saying, but Mortimer seems pleased.

     “If it’s refuge you seek, we only help those who worship and believe in Them.” He replies. “We must get to the prayers! I’d like you to speak with me alone after this. Now go!”

     Before you can even blink your eyes, you’re now outside the igloo. Synchronized chants can be heard coming from it: that must be the prayers. You don’t know when it’ll be over, or if Mortimer will come get you, so you decide to wait, slouching down against the wall. It’s cold, but very tolerable with your powers.

     After maybe five minutes, you find yourself back in the igloo again; like you’re just being teleported. The golems on the bleachers are all gone, like they teleported too, or melted. Mortimer is sitting in his throne again.

     “What are you, creature? I don’t think we, or I, have ever seen the likes of your kind before. So what are you?” “A human,” You answer. “But a monster. Ever since I was born, I possessed fire powers. But kids would always tease me and say I was horrid and would never be normal. I could never be normal. I’m not normal.”

     He tilts his head, almost with a sad gaze, but sits upright again. “I’m sorry to hear that,” He replies.” But in this place, we accept everyone, especially those devoted to Them. But, with your powers, I’m afraid we could never make physical contact.” “I only create heat when it’s in my hands, but I guess that’s okay. And who is this ‘Them’ you speak of?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3 Years Later*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     Over the course of three years, you had gotten to know all the residents around town, get your life together, and devoted yourself to Them. Not that you were religious, but you believed that it could awaken something to help those in need. This world seemed full of magic, so you thought anything could happen.

     Since you devoted yourself to Them, you’ve been spending a lot of time in Mortimer’s igloo. Whenever you arrive, he seems super glad that you’re back, even if it’s only been 10 minutes. It makes you laugh. You two have become super close. But recently, without you knowing, Mortimer has had conflicting feelings towards you. Feelings that a cult leader like him shouldn’t have to a cultist like yourself. He didn’t know the name of it- but it was there. So he had been talking to someone about it; another golem, but one that seemed more powerful than the rest, and he was chained to a wall at the top of the igloo. The golem is not good at forming sentences, but he tries his best for Mortimer.

     “I don’t know the name of it! It’s like, I really, really like them!” Mortimer whisper-yells. “But it doesn’t seem right for a cult leader like me to have feelings for them! I have to devote myself to Them!” The golem nodded its head. “It okay. How feel to them is okay.” Mortimer smiled. “Then I’ll tell them. In the form of a note though- I need to pray for myself after this...” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     You swung open the doors to his igloo, but to your surprise, nobody was there, and nobody came to greet you. You walked inside, and you noticed a small piece of paper stuck to the base of Mortimer’s throne. You leaned closer to examine it: It read, “Y/N” Taking the paper off, you began to read it.

     “Y/N, It’s very hard for me to explain this- I’ve never felt this way before and I’m not quite sure how to express it. But you see, I think I’ve been catching feelings for you. I do not know the word for it, and I do not know if it is right, but I need to let it out. It’s been bothering me for too long. I hope you understand and I hope you feel the same. -M”

     Your eyes lit up with sparkles while reading it. It was so cute! You felt the same way too. You hugged the paper to your chest and spun around, childish giggles erupting from your smiles. You couldn’t wait to tell him.

     You couldn’t believe someone loved you for who you are. You weren’t a monster. You aren’t a monster. You are you. And someone loved you.

[blackberry-gingham]

The Masterplan | Mortimer Toynbee x Fem!Reader

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After a hard falling out, Toad nearly lets his tempter get the better of him during your first meeting. Almost, but... It occurs to him that, despite acting like such a bastard... He's never been treated so well in all his life before. Especially not by a human. Out of curiosity... He's made up his mind to try again with you.

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tags: slow burn, some dad bod stuff bc it's me we're talking about and you guys expect it, aged up toad (adult/middle aged (so, dilfy)), mentions/threats of violence

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By the time he reaches your porch, the sun is on the brink of setting. Toad clears his throat and lifts a knuckle to knock. He pauses.

...It dawns on him that he hasn't got a damn clue what to say.

He drops his hand to his side. Shit. All along that walk, he told himself he'd think of something by the time he got here. Looks like it never came.

Fuck it. He takes a deep breath and knocks politely. He's not talking with you just now... Maybe it'll come yet.

The seconds feel like hours while he waits for any sign of life. He wouldn't blame you for ignoring him completely, after all.

Cautiously, the door creaks open. You peak outside, catch a glimpse of him, and slam it shut.

"I told you to leave!", you shout.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright! I just wanted to-"

"If you think I'm going to give you more food or help, you can save your breath!"

Damn. He was feeling a little hungry after all that walking too.

"That's fine, I just-", Suddenly... Toad freezes up.

Why is he here? He wants to see you. To get in your good graces, just for a little while maybe... He wants to know what's so special about you. Why you're not afraid or revolted at him... What is it that makes you so fascinated. What does he have to do to see that look in your eyes again?

But how the hell is he supposed to put that into words...

"Would you forgive me if I said I lied about the sco- er... Biscuit? I really was quite good actually!", he tries his best to sound convincing. After all, he really does mean it.

You give a humorless laugh, "How stupid do you think I am, huh?"

Toad groans. Shit... This is going nowhere.

He thumps his head against your front door, "No stupider than me, that's for sure", he mutters.

You remain silent on the other side of the door. Mortimer huffs a sigh. He'll give this one last try... Then. Well, he doesn't know.

He picks his forehead up from against the wood, "Look... I know I've been a right bastard to you, and I'm sorry. You don't have to put me up or anything like that, but... C-could I ask for you to finish the sutures, maybe?"

"...Why should I trust you?"

Toad goes silent at that. He thinks hard about it for a moment. You know... It never occurred to him that trust could be a two way street between humans and mutants. He never thought... You might be scared of him... in that way.

Not because he's a mutant... Just a stranger.

"Well... You don't have to, I suppose, but... Maybe at least as much as I'm trusting you, yeah?"

You sigh. It's true, you haven't really run into any mutants in person around here... But that doesn't mean you're ignorant to the rocky relationship they have with humans. He's right... The most you can do is meet each other halfway.

And... You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to at least meet him.

The lock clicks gently. You open the door to just a crack and take a good look at that face. Well... He at least looks sorry.

You sigh, "Alright, come in", you move aside and let him pass.

He stands there awkwardly, and mutters a thanks when you finally turn to face him. You acknowledge his apology at least, but largely wave him off, "Go sit over there, I'll be back with what I need"

Toad looks over towards the couch as you've indicated. There's a little hearth, but it's in shambles. The furniture looks ancient, but at least it's not deteriorating like everything else seems to be. He trudges over and takes a cautious seat.

It gives an annoying squeak beneath his weight, but seems fine otherwise.

Despite how decrepit it is, the furniture is actually quite comfortable. Better then the near nothing he was allowed access to back with the others at least. He leans back with a little sigh.

Finally you make your return, the old wooden stairs heralding your descent.

You place your things on a side table and pull on some latex gloves, "Alright, take off your shirt"

Toad flushes immediately. He can't say a woman's ever asked him that before. It... Feels a bit more exciting then it should.

You look up, threaded needle in hand, to see he's still frozen in place, "Do you want to do this or not?", you say gruffly.

"Right, right... Sorry, uh", his hands are indecisive, hovering back and forth. Should he unbutton or... Maybe it would be faster to just take it off? But that feels so awkward though... Er, maybe...

You roll your eyes and make the choice for him. With a firm tug, the remaining buttons pop apart all in one go. You tuck the one flap of fabric behind his back and get ready to clean the spot of the open wounds again.

Well if he wasn't blushing before, he certainly is now, "Ahem, that works too..."

Careful not to do more harm then good, you make sure to avoid the cut itself while you clean, "Hmm"

"... Something wrong?"

"These are looking noticeably better since this morning. Strange"

"Oh, I... heal quick", he's not really sure why he's telling you this. Right now he's still trying to pull himself together after... That.

You stop, a tiny trace of that fascinated look back in your eye, "Really? That must be nice", you even give a little smile.

While you finish up cleaning the area for new stitches and checking over the old ones, Mort pulls himself out of his daze only to suddenly find himself feeling a little more... Self conscious, then usual.

In all his life, he's never had an experience like this. Not even close. In a house... On a couch... Pretty lady touching his bare body... It was something he'd never even thought possible to be honest...

Not for a guy like him, anyway.

He's never felt so strange about his body before either.

When he was young, it would've been a different story. He was perfectly thin, wrinkle free, and had about a fraction of the warts he has now. The touch of pink around his abs may have been attractive back then when it at least could highlight them... It was smaller, less noticeable.

Some would almost say cute.

Now, it only better serves to show off his furrowed stretch marks and round belly, like a panel of color on a beachball. Ugh, he winces at the thought.

"Ready?", you hold one of the few remaining cuts closed, surgical needle prepared to pierce.

Mindlessly, he nods then braces himself at the last moment. It... Hurts, but not as bad as he was expecting. Feels more odd than anything.

Toad grits his teeth, looking for any way to distract himself from the procedure, "...Are you a doctor then?"

You chuckle, "No, nothing like that. I'm a... Marine biologist"

"Oh", he makes a face. Whether it's because he finds something unpleasant about your answer, or it's in thanks to the first pierce of the needle, you can't say, "Do a lot of... Mpf- dissections?"

You sew along the gash methodically, going quick. This one is short at least. In, out. In, out. In, out... "A few, back in college. Why?"

"Just want to make sure you know wha-", suddenly, he hisses in discomfort as you pull the thread taut.

"Sorry, sorry...", you cinch it off and cut the line. Just two more to go, not long at all, "You're doing great so far"

At last, he's quiet at that. His heart skips a beat, all a flutter. He feels flushed, and nervous, and very... Like how he used to be. Like a kid with stars in his eyes and waiting waiting waiting.... All just for someone to come along and notice him.

But- He gives his head a little shake, coming back to reality.

That was a long time ago...

You don't look up, but you haven't missed a beat, "Doing alright?"

Toad clears his throat and pretends to not look at you, "Fine"

His eyes flick back and forth, between your hands and your face. A part of him wishes you'd say that again. Or at least... Maybe something like it. Now that he thinks about it... He can't quite recall the last time he's ever been complimented. Let alone told he's done something well.

You stay silent as you continue, but he notices you casting glances around his oblique. The pink is a bit faded out around the edges now, not as sharp of a line as it was when he was young. Perhaps just a sign of aging... Although he can't help but feel that it resembles what you get with a stretched out image or piece of plastic.

Blurry.

Distorted.

"Something wrong?", he bites.

"Hm? Oh sorry... You have very pretty skin, is all. Never seen a toad with colors like these though", you laugh lightly, and pull the thread tight to tie it off. One more to go.

Toad is shocked into silence. There's something he never thought he'd hear before. Him and 'pretty' absolutely have never been in the same sentence together.

You run your thumb down the muddled seam where the green meets the pink, crossing over a few solid stitches as you go.

Mortimer twitches a little, but only because it tickles. You however, find him to be very soft. His skin really is just like velvet...

You get another line of thread ready and run it through your needle, "Have you always had it?", you gesture to his pink patch, then gather up his skin to finish sewing.

"Mpf- Yeah... I was born like this, if that's what you mean"

"Really?", you sound genuinely intrigued, "I thought mutations didn't show up until adolescence or about that"

"Hmp, not when you're mutated this badl- Christ!", he seethes, "Could you at least try and be gentle?"

This last cut is right around his ribs. An awful spot for a needle and no drugs. You apologize but have no choice really, other then to tell him the truth about the situation, "You've been doing great so far... I promise I'll be as quick as I can, alright?"

He's none too happy to hear it, but... He can suffer a lot in exchange for a even just little praise like that.

As expected, he's not quite up for talking while you work through the sensitive area, but you're true to your word and done quickly. You tie it off and pat his side warmly. The skin of his fleshy side bounces a touch in response to your thumps.

"There, you're all done...", you get up and give his mop of hair a playful ruffle, "Door's that way", you point over your shoulder.

Toad stops mid motion, "What, that's it? You're going to tear my shirt off, then throw me out?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just a joke! Just a joke...", he puts up his hands defensively then starts to button the shirt closed again. Toad clears his throat and stands up with you, "I um... I don't suppose there's anything I could do to convince you to let me stay a bit?"

Your face crinkles in a way that immediately tells him the answer is no. A justified no after all... Especially considering he told you he had no expectations of being put up here for the night.

He cuts you off before you can give a definitive answer, "Maybe- Maybe some help around the house? I can do most anything you want, you know! I know it's a little... rough in here, after all"

At that suggestion, your face relaxes a bit with intrigue more then anything. Close... Maybe he can sweeten the deal.

"Or! I... I could let you study my healing maybe? You like froggy things, yeah? Besides...", he turns around and works the back of the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his stitches from the previous day, "Look at that! Already healing and all, right?"

He does have a point... You are quite interested in him and his... particular mutant biology. The slashes along his back are puckered up around the sutures, a good sign of being well on their way to healing. They're a bit crusted with pus though and could use a cleaning.

You take the fallen collar of his shirt and pull it back up to sit on his neck, "And... you expect me to believe you wouldn't mind that?", you ask doubtfully.

Well... Under normal circumstances, you're right and he damn well would, to be honest with you. He's been stared at and mocked and scrutinized by humans all his life. He couldn't imagine subjecting himself to being the science experiment of one.

But then...

He never expected to be treated so... well under such a condition. Over and over in the back of his head, he can still hear your voice clear as when you said it.

'You're doing well'

'Good job'

He's never heard those words in all his life...

"No, not a problem at all", he actually gives a little smile as he turns around to face you, "I don't mind, just don't cut me open, yeah?", he chuckles.

You smile a little too. Strange... His personality has completely changed since last you saw him. Hmp, maybe he realized how screwed he is if he keeps sleeping out in the bayou, you joke to yourself. Whatever the case, you suppose he seems harmless enough.

He's got a short fuse and a hot temper, but... Harmless. All bark and no bite, as it were.

"...Fine", you brush a bit of his hair out of his eyes. They're speckled and flecked with metallic colors, all around those fascinating oblong pupils at the centers. Quite beautiful, you think, "It's a deal then"

[trinitytrilogy]

Would you write a snippet with male M🥺 it’s okay if you don’t want to ❤️

I’d love to! Since you didn’t specify a scenario or anything, I’m just going to do an extended idea from an ask, because most of what I have written right now is *spoilers*. It’s not proofread or anything, so I’m sorry in advance.

Kissing a Drunk MC (Mortimer x Reader)

Warnings: kissing? if that’s a warning lmao. Also drinking.

The lights pulse around me, vivid colours all blurring into one as I take another sip of whatever jungle juice the host had managed to procure for the party. I’d lost both my friends and my inhibitions a few minutes ago, now just jumping wildly to the beat.

I barely register the tugging at my arm, as my body gets pulled into some person’s hard chest. I almost spill my liquor, but fortunately steady myself, the person giving me another impatient tug. A comfort fills my chest, and I move toward the feeling of familiarity the guy - I’m pretty sure it’s a guy -- instills within me.

We make our way towards the edge of the party, past the dancing mob and the girl who looks about to throw up, the guy throwing his arm around my waist to help guide me through.

Before long, the noise fades to a dull beat, and I’m trying to thank the stranger, but the words aren’t coming out.

“Th-th --th--hank--”

Lips press on mine. Soft and inviting. I freeze. The back of my brain tingles, as though trying to tell me something. And then I’m pushing him away, my palms flat against his abdomen. I look up, peering into those blue eyes. Those oddly familiar eyes.

“What is it?” He asks, and I can hear the vibrations of his words through my hands. I pull them back immediately.

“I have,” I whisper, flinching away as he reaches to my face to wipe away a tear I hadn’t even realised I’d shed. “I have a -- a boyfriend. I’m, I’m sorry.”

I look back into his eyes, and my brows furrow at the pain hidden within them. Had I said something wrong?

“Who?” comes the soft-spoken answer, and I feel a small smile tug at the corners of my lips. A warmth fills my chest and flows to my extremities, coming out in one rushed, love-filled word: “Mor.”

I hear a laugh from above me. A light, airy chuckle, as the man with the blond hair and the blue eyes and the plain white tee looks at me with an expression that matches the way I look at Mor.

“I’m sure he’s very happy to hear that,” the man whispers in my ear, and I shiver from his breath on my skin. “Now, let’s get you home to him.”

I nod, a bright smile making its way onto my face. I feel the comfort and familiarity of the unknown man’s embrace warm me again as we continue forwards, leaning against each other for support.

Hope that that’s okay! If you guys would like to see more of my writing, I’ve decided to post the A, C, K versions of this ask on my patreon. Alya is already up, Cyrus is going up tomorrow, and NB!Kai is going up on Friday. I also posted a snippet that I wrote for M and A under the mistletoe together, that gets referenced in this ask. Finally, the demo will be up for Patrons just a few days earlier, on the 26th. Please don’t feel obligated to go there, I just made one so that I can post some of my writings and maybe make a little money from there in order to work less at my part-time job!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

How about Mortimer Freeze with a witch s/o who’s just stared out practicing magic, and wants to learn from him?

The moment you two start dating, you’re immediately indoctrinated into the cult. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

When Mortimer learns you’re a witch who only recently began practicing magic, he’s happy to help you out.

It delights him even more when you reveal that he inspired you! You’ve learned small things like conjuring snowflakes and mini snowmen on your own, but hoped to do more like him.

So he lends you his spellbooks and shows you all sorts of tips and tricks.

He’s eager to be a teacher to his partner <3

Your greatest feat yet is summoning a snow monster like his own (Mortimer’s minion gets a big ol’ crush on yours,,,oops).

The Whale comes at your every beck and call now, too. He’s like the family pet.

And of course, all the snowmen in the cult support your relationship, worshipping the very ground you walked on and applauding at your magic stunts.

On hot summer days, the Snow Monsters makes popsicles for you two to enjoy while looking at the aurora borealis lights high above.

You haven’t mastered becoming the embodiment of snow like Mortimer has, but he’s still proud of how much your magic skills have improved.

[juniminabloom]

-Masterlist-

I write X-Readers only. Please do not request character-x-character.

Feel free to submit requests for characters of pop culture and such! The ONLY anime I have watched (as of now) is JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen). That is the one anime I will take requests for. <3

-RULES-

TILDE (~): NSFW or smut content.

BOLD: Angst content.

ITALICS: Fluff content.

ASTERISK (*): Headcanons.

HYPHEN (-): Yandere, tsundere, and the like content.

Stories may have more than one indication!

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Completed Stories:

Hornet (Hollow Knight): *S/O who is a higher being*

Troupe Master Grimm (Hollow Knight): Follow My Lead series: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 *General Dating Headcanons* *S/O who is a higher being* ~-*Yandere! TMG (&NKG) Headcanons*-~  *Birthday Special* *Secret Painting HCs*

Nightmare King Grimm (Hollow Knight) -*Yandere! NKG Headcanons*- *S/O who is a higher being* ~-*Yandere! NKG (& TMG) Headcanons*-~  *~NSFW Alphabet~* *Secret Painting HCs*

The Pale King (Hollow Knight): Wait

The Hollow Knight/Pure Vessel (Hollow Knight): *S/O who is a higher being* *General Headcanons*

Mr. Wheezy (Cuphead): *General dating headcanons*

The Devil (Cuphead): *The Devil X easily frightened (but affectionate) reader* *The Devil X Casino worker Reader*

Spider Mobster (Cuphead): Spider Mobster X Reader: My Bottle O’ Moonshine

Mortimer Freeze (Cuphead): *Mortimer Freeze X Reader: “That Can’t Stop Me”*

Esther Winchester (Cuphead): *General dating headcanons*

Chef Saltbaker (Cuphead): -Yandere! Chef Saltbaker x reader- (Series): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Finale Chef Saltbaker X Reader: Who You Are Today *Chef Saltbaker X Reader: Romantic Headcanons*

[blackberry-gingham]

The Masterplan | Mortimer Toynbee x Fem!Reader

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Passed out on your floor and critically injured, you make the choice to help the amphibious stranger. The question soon becomes however... Was it worth it?

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tags: slow burn, some dad bod stuff bc it's me we're talking about and you guys expect it, aged up toad (adult/middle aged (so, dilfy)), mentions/threats of violence

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A pile of rags to your left. Peroxide, a lighter, and a spool of fishing wire to your right. With one hand holding the flesh together, the other works methodically sewing the gashes shut.

You've cleaned his skin thoroughly and the bleeding is starting to ebb. Thankfully he seems to be completely under right now. At least he's still enough for you to work. You couldn't get him off the floor, so for now you take advantage of the open space down there to study him closely.

His skin has an interesting, velvet like texture. Soft and smooth, with not a trace of hair to be found. Cool to the touch, it does not retain heat as quickly as your own but when he starts to warm up... It's a while yet before it goes back to room temperature. He's not very wet, but certainly not dry either... Much like a frog.

Or toad, you suppose, as he has chosen to identify himself.

It's long and tedious work ensuring all the sutures are properly set. There are so many cuts... You no longer doubt an alligator got to him, but that clears up nothing at all about how he survived.

Nearly there, you finish the last few deep gashes there along his stomach. After so much time being up against him, his body temperature has risen to match the heat put out by your own. He's soft and warm against your hand...

You stop a moment, just to take another look. Light as can be, you run your fingers along the large pink patch covering his belly. You smile, entirely amused, before getting back to it. A shame almost, you could sit and feel that wonderfully soft skin all day long.

Needle in. Hook. Needle out.

Needle in. Hook. Needle out.

Suddenly, he jerks a moment. You freeze. He goes still.

...Cautiously, you keep going.

Needle i-

"Oi, the hell are you doing!", Toad snaps awake at the prick of the needle. He doesn't waste a moment, hurriedly dragging himself away from you. Panicked, he paws at his side trying to see what the hell you injected him wi-

You don't move, but that doesn't stop you from addressing him. Harshly, you warm him, "Careful, you'll rupture those!"

By now Toad has discovered what he was looking for. A long, thin surgeon's needle protrudes from his side. All along his waist and... Yes, and on his back too... Meticulously placed stitches have been sewn.

He sneers at you. He doesn't need them. In fact, he doesn't need any help at all. Not from you. Not from anyone. He'll heal from this on his own.

Although... The sutures will help.

Your hands are up to show you mean no harm. On either side of you, he notices the remnants of all your efforts.

"...Can I at least finish?", you venture, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Toad sharpens his glare. Were you not just holding him at gunpoint a while ago? Even then... You're a fucking human. You're asking him to trust you? He bloody well thinks not.

"You can take it out is what you can fucking do", cautiously, he scoots back across the floor to you, positioning himself just so to give you the best access to take out the embedded needle.

While you can wholeheartedly say that you wouldn't recommend this... With an attitude like that, he gets whatever he gets as far as you're concerned, "Fine"

You pull it through far enough to secure the stitch and tie it off. All the while, Toad watches you closely with scrutinizing eyes.

"There", you snip the line and wipe off your hands, "All set"

He gives you a callus grunt in response and rolls his shoulders. For a moment, he rocks in preparation to get up to stand, but before he can move he's doubled over with a stomach cramp. It growls aggressively, reminding him, and informing you, that he is indeed still starving.

You don't particularly feel like extending grace towards a man who can't even say thank you, but... It would hardly be southern hospitality to let someone leave your home hungry.

"Been a while since you've eaten?"

Well... Not really, he supposes. Had some flies yesterday, after all. Although, that's hardly real food. That and... Something about admitting to eating flies in front of you doesn't sit right with him. He knows what he is. Accepts it.

And yet...

"Yeah. Couple days"

"Do you... Want some food? I haven't eaten yet"

Toad narrows his eyes, suspiciously. God does he want some food. Anything to get rid of even just a little of this damn pain he's been in... But the question of why you'd bother offering won't leave him be. You're doing an awful lot to try and help him...

You, a human. For him, a mutant.

"Well if you don't, that's fine too", you knit your eyebrows in frustration. No helping some people, you suppose.

"Well hold on now, I didn't say that", Toad snaps back, "I just... I didn't expect you to offer, that's all"

You nod, willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, "Tell you what, I'll make you some food if you go clean up. And I mean really clean. Shower's upstairs"

Mortimer makes a repugnant face at that. He's used to being told that he's looking unhygienic, but no one's ever actually tried to make him shower. Granted, they don't usually need to, but... Well, no one likes being told they smell, he supposes.

You gather up your things from the suturing. He doesn't seem very taken to the idea, but this place is in bad enough shape as it is... You'd rather not have him tracking mud and sludge everywhere on top of it.

"I'll lay out some clean clothes for you", you offer.

Mort takes stock of his current garment situation. Down to no shirt and a pair of slacks thoroughly destroyed by the swamp. Assuming you have something that actually fits...

"Fine by me, love", with a second to get up, he trudges upstairs as he's told. In all honesty, he's more than happy to get good and clean again. The mud and swamp doesn't bother him, but sometimes it's nice to remember that he's still a human too.

True to your word, a clean pile of clothes sits folded on the counter for him. Not a perfect fit... A little tight in the shoulders and thigh, but good enough to wear. He tucks in the button down, straightens the collar, combs his fingers through his hair, and... There.

Looking right handsome, if he does say so himself.

He comes down to see you've already started eating. A plate of food lays waiting for him, still warm. The fact that you're eating the food banishes any suspicions he might have about it. Looks safe. Smells great. He takes a seat.

Eggs, a scone, and hash.

That's worlds better than the shit they'd have back at the brotherhood.

"Do the clothes fit alr-?"

Toad's tongue shoots out to grab a mouthful of food, which he seems to consume all in one motion.

You jump and startle quite badly, cutting off your own sentence. Toad says nothing. Not even an apology. Instead he looks at you tiredly, just waiting for that disgusted remark to come.

For now you stay silent. Fine by him. He watches you for one more moment, just long enough to grab another tongue of food. You stare at him wide eyed. Not exactly disgusted though. Almost...

Impressed.

Suddenly, he feels a bit shy. He can eat with a fork and such just as well as anyone else... He's just excited to have some real food again, is all.

He clears his throat, "Sorry, I uh... Just got excited", he reaches for the utensils.

"No no, that's alright!", you look more fascinated then anything else, "That's incredible! Your tongue is... Prehensile? Can you control it, I mean?"

Toad stares at you blankly. No ones... ever bothered to ask him before, to be quite honest. He blinks a few times and then, "Well... I can..."

He snakes it out and picks up his fork carefully. All the while, he watches you watch him, the most fascinated look in the world written on your face. He sticks the prongs into a chunk of eggs and, with measured control, brings it up to his mouth to swallow.

"Huh... Amazing. So... you're a mutant then?"

Toad grunts and goes back to eating, fork in hand, "Damn. What gave it away", he sneers.

You lower your gaze back to your own food, afraid you've offended him with your asinine question, "Sorry, sorry. It's just, I've never seen someone so-"

"Mutated?", he glares at you angrily. And yet... If you look past the face... There's something in his eyes. Frustrated yes, but... Sad, too.

"Well... No, I wasn't going to say that-"

He snorts and looks away, "Sure..."

You clear your throat, hoping to ease the tension, "Anyway, I was going to ask... Do the clothes fit alright? I mean, it's all I have, but-"

"They're fine"

You make an open mouthed ah and nod along. If he doesn't want to talk, that's fi-

"Someone else live here, then?", he asks.

You chuckle, "No, nothing like that. They were my father's. He... Passed, recently"

Toad hums in acknowledgement but is silent otherwise. Then, "...Sorry to hear that"

You shrug and give a tiny smile, like it's no big deal, "Oh it's alright. We... weren't very close"

"I understand that, yeah"

"Ah... Are they, around here at least? Your parents?"

"No clue, never met them. Probably not though, I'd wager", he chuckles darkly.

That takes you aback. Damn...

Toad glances up at you, then rolls his eyes, "Psh, don't look at me like that. It's nothing, I'm just as good off without them"

"Uh huh... Are you here with the X-Men then? I hear the-"

He shoots you a frighteningly stern glare from under his brow, "No. I'm not"

You sit frozen under his gaze. It's the first time you've ever felt afraid in his presence. After a few seconds, he releases you, turning back to look at his food. He stabs it aggressively, eating in more of a hurry.

"I'm... Sorry, I just-"

Toad drops his fork with a clatter. He takes a deep breath and searches the ceiling for strength, "Dear God... Do you ever shut up?", he stares at you pointedly.

That does it. Now it's your turn to do some glaring, "Fuck off! If I'm so insufferable, then get the fuck out", you gesture towards the door for good measure.

"Don't have to ask me twice", he gets up in a huff, "Scone is bland as shit, by the way"

"That's a biscuit, asshole", you correct him.

"Like I give a damn!", He shoves the chair back in place against the table and marches straight out the way he came, slamming the door as well for good measure.

He walks and walks and walks... Deeper into the swamp as he goes.

Fuck off! What business is it of yours? No one's ever asked him so many bloody questions in all his life... And the way you were looking at him.

He's not your friend and he damn well isn't your fucking science project.

Toad takes a seat on a fallen tree, overlooking part of the bayou. He takes a great sigh and rolls his shoulders. Fuck, this shirt is tight. He unbuttons the collar a little and tries to stretch again. Better, at least.

This time he sighs in relief, quietly and calm. Even after all this... The frustration. The agitation. The spite and anger and hatred...

He can't stop thinking about that first moment between the two of you. The bit where he woke up with a gun to his head. If anyone had made him guess the outcome of a scenario like that, he would've said you'd have just blow his head off every damn time. No questions asked.

That's what Magneto would say. Certainly what he would've told him would happen.

And yet, you didn't.

Here he is, perfectly unharmed. In fact, he's better off now then when he first went in. Free food, clean clothes... Even a little surgery to help heal his injuries along.

He tugs the collar of his shirt aside, looking down at where you've sewn him up. The remaining open wounds are still quite nasty, but the ones you fixed up are looking good, all things considered. It was... Quite nice of you to do, actually.

But why? Why would you do something like that?

You should've killed him. Or... Or thrown him out, or something.

This goes against everything else he's ever come to expect. Everything he's learned. Everything he's heard. Everything he's been taught...

Humans are the enemy. They hate him. Him and all other mutants, for that matter. They want people like him dead.

...Right?

But then... No one else has ever been so kind to him before. Not even within the brotherhood.

The sutures, the clothes, the food... He thinks back to the way you were looking at him. Back to that first time he shot out his tongue. Sure you were scared for a moment, but he can't blame you for being surprised.

No, he thinks about what came after that... The part where you asked all those questions. The part where your eyes lit up and you were talking a little faster, excited.

The part where you looked at him like he was the most magnificent, fascinating creature you've ever seen.

No ones ever looked at him like that before...

Maybe... Maybe he shouldn't have been so harsh to you. He's not sure he trusts you. Not even sure he likes you, but... He'd do most anything to get that look out of you again. Just once, maybe. Just... Just so he can remember it.

Toad looks up at the sky. It's mid day already. He sighs and looks over his shoulder.

It's a long walk back... And no guarantee you'll open your door to him even.

But... He wants to at least try.