#tysmmm for the fic!!

[malrows]

Alucard as a Dad

Request: I really liked the pregnancy fiction, can you do one for Alucard as a dad?

Summary: He knows her, knows her even more intimately than himself. A sigh of relief escapes him, and a genuine smile graces his face, erasing any lingering hesitance from his tumultuous past.

AN: I tried ;) (Dividers by @chachachannah- thanks!)

Please read this before continuing-Part 1 (It makes sense I swear)

With quivering hands and a resolute expression, Adrian cradles your daughter for the first time. A quick glance in your direction unsures he's handling everything correctly.

Yet, the moment her delicate weight settles in his arms, an understanding dawns upon him. He knows her, knows her even more intimately than himself. A sigh of relief escapes him, and a genuine smile graces his face, erasing any lingering hesitance from his tumultuous past.

The unadulterated happiness that courses through him sweeps away all uncertainties. "Narya," he addresses her by name, and your daughter meets his gaze, her tiny lips curving into a response that mirrors his smile.

She carries his resemblance remarkably, with scattered tufts of golden hair and shimmering, golden eyes. Yet, her toothless grin belongs entirely to you. The slight dimple on her chin is a charming legacy from her mother.

The first time you bring Narya to Castle Dracula, the three of you embark on a memorable project. You collectively paint your footprints on a massive sheet of paper, an endeavor that involves both you and Adrian fluttering around a squirming Narya to capture her tiny foot imprints.

In no time, he compensates for every missed moment during your pregnancy. Tired arms from holding the baby? Alucard steps in. Need a restroom break? No problem, Alucard is already at Narya's side. Late-night bouts of pacifying your daughter's cries? Adrian is there, soothing her before you even stir from your sleep.

From tending to a slight fever to ensuring a delayed burp, Adrian, despite being her father, becomes the quintessential mother hen to your daughter.

You willingly grant Adrian the time to bond with his daughter, to acquaint himself with her unique essence. You, on the other hand, have known her existence from the very moment it dawned upon you.

Your baby, a blend of both dhampir and human, bears a predominantly human appearance, with the exception of her luminous eyes and slightly lower body temperature. Her growth mirrors the developmental stages you've observed in countless other children around you.

Yet, within the secret corners of your thoughts, you harbor a desire for her to inherit more from her father. You yearn for her to possess the gift of immortality, akin to Adrian. This longing stems from your wish to leave behind someone for Adrian when your own time inevitably wanes – a constant presence to anchor him in the world.

One late afternoon, as you gently pry open the door to your bedroom, a heartwarming scene greets you: your daughter slumbers serenely atop your husband's chest. Her tiny hands grasp his shirt, finding security in his embrace. Adrian's arms cradle her with tenderness, and what takes you aback is the genuine, tranquil smile adorning his face in his slumber. This smile, free from the habitual furrow of his brow or the weight of his recurring nightmares, fills your heart with a renewed sense of hope.

In that moment, you find yourself fervently praying for her immortality more fervently than ever before. It's not just a wish for her own well-being, but a yearning to ensure that Adrian's happiness.

Castle Dracula becomes livelier with your daughter's presence. Her giggles and Adrian's baby voice ring loud from whatever room father and daughter decide to grace.

And if you walk in on your daughter cuddling into a large wolf or clapping around a party of bats you join the party. Winking at the wolf as you jump into the cuddle pile.

There are days when Alucard holds your daughter and for hours talks to the pictures of her grandparents. Both Lisa and Dracula get to meet her.

Matilda, Ronnie, Bowie, and Pink are all dolls made by Alucard for your daughter. Each given a special feature and leaves your daughter a giggling mess. Be it Bowie's squeaking noise or Pink's flapping hands.

On nights when your daughter sleeps peacefully and the world lulls into silence. Adrian turns to you and lays bare his vulnerability. All the sorrow and gratitude is expressed in quiet whispers. Tears and reassurances hold you both together.

He does not easily forgive himself for his abandonment of you during your pregnancy and it shows up during lively family dinner, story times, or nap times. But you do not allow him to spiral. Holding him close you lean in and tickle your dhampir until his booming laughter fills the room.

Both uncle Trevor and Aunt Sypha undergo the regular mandatory Narya bragging session by Alucard either in person or through letters. It doesn't surprise you that your daughter take a liking to the Belmont sooner than anyone else. "She is just compensating for his lack of intellect," your husband ads trying not to scowl at Trevor. "Haven't you heard opposites attract? My daughter just finds you stupidity funny." Neither Trevor nor Narya turn back from their conspiring whispers to reply to your annoyed husband. He does get a sympathy shoulder pat from you.

Three years later, with Narya's fist wrapped around your finger you enter the healer's hut again. Only to find the news of Narya's sibling on the way.

And this time your pregnancy is spent in Castle Dracula, next to Alucard, who takes in every detail. He spends weeks waiting for the bump to show, and nights after that talking to it.

The child inside you definitely recognizes his voice, because any indication of Adrian's presence leads to a very active march in your belly.

Alucard does not shy away from indulging in your pregnancy cravings. Pickles with jam? That's his jam now. He will join you to chug pickle juice straight from the jar.

He is however, very much concerned about the morning sickness bouts. Entirety of Dracula's library is turned over to find a cure but the child inside of you is as stubborn as his father.

Both you and Alucard burst laughing the sight of Narya mimicking your pregnancy waddle.

When the labor starts you find yourself next to Alucard again. Your hand clutched in his and your breath coming heavy. You push for an hour before your sons enter the world. Surprising everyone.

You give birth to twins bearing your and Adrian's features. Narya becomes an elder sister.

[spoopdeedoop]

Oh my god I just realised you’re the one who writes the TARDIS band AU. I was already in love with your art but now I think I might just be in love with you period. (platonic)

we shall be wed by sundown

[julietasgf]

2 and 16

hiii buddy, tysm for the ask!! <3 alright:

2 - how many works did you publish this year?

this is embarassing as hell, but 53 works on total (if I counted it right)

16 - what’s your most common “additional tags” tag?

alternate universe and canon divergence!

[thischerik]

I'm curious about how Charles Xavier would react to one of his students calling him out for his blatant disrespect of other peoples privacy.

Also if this blog is still active.

Honestly I love Charles’s telepathy almost as much as Erik, and I do think the students that decided to take on the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngesters are mostly all okay with his telepathy.

We don’t really see a lot of students lashing out or getting surprised when Charles reads their thoughts, and that makes sense to me because I think that’s just something that you would expect, because he doesn’t hide it.

That being said, there could still be students that think he’s more low-key about it, or just didn’t do anything early on to indicate Charles’s blatant use and suddenly saw it and was like “Wait wtf”—so I think Charles would react sort of the same way he did to Raven. Respect the boundaries even if it baffled him at first.

He might even throw in a “Alright, I’ll stay away unless you project, or you’re in danger.” And if it goes further that just that student, I don’t think he’d react negatively or hide it away from everyone, because I think that would be a disclaimer for his students regardless, and he might just explain that.

Again, I love when he doesn’t hide his telepathy because that’s his mutation, his schools for mutants, they all use their mutations openly and are taught to practice it and etc.

ILYSM for reviving me (I think about Cherik daily but I got busy and stopped posting a lot and now I regret it 😔)

[ohbo-ohno]

🗑️Are you there god? it's me Trash. Again. First of all, happy valentines, i know Eros giggles and kicks his feet when he reads your blog.

Second of all: i remember reading (don't know where) a hc where Ghost would cane/bruise the bottom of johnny's feet and i'd just like to imagine what ghost would do if either johnny/reader (or both) were to try running away from him after he'd captured them or something.

I imagine a scene where, after thorough stalking his prey, he takes them from their home (or convinces them to leave, up to you) and once they're inside his place, he keeps them there isolated.

Time passes, and a few weeks after new years, he's called back in for mission/work (again up to your imagination, point is, he's gone for an extended period of time) and of course, Johnny tries to escape during his absence. He leaves wearing nothing but the clothes on his back and books it. Only, problem is he finds himself in the middle of a dense forest. Nowhere to run, and in the winter, where the sky is a constant grey and the light of the sun is hard to pinpoint, his sense of direction is skewed.

He travels as far as he can, trying to go upstream from a river he found nearby, but nothing comes of it. In the end, he finds himself alone and scared- night is falling, and he can hear the howls of something in the distance, but the longer he stays there the closer it gets.

he tries to find his way back, before the forest eats him up alive, and he nearly sighs in relief when he sees smoke in the distance, back where he came from. As he heads back, dread starts to fill him- he hadn't left the fireplace on when he left. It means only one thing: Ghost is back, and likely, he's realized johnny is missing. Johnny can only hope that Ghost has left the house in search of him, and that by the time he sneaks back in, he can play it off as having been hiding in the house.

Except Ghost is sitting on his leather chair, facing the door, book in hand but clearly awaiting him. Johnny can do nothing but stand there, cold, shivering, angry at the world and at himself. But it's even worse when Ghost puts the book down, and clicks his tongue, something he only ever does in dissapointment. Johnny, strangely, feels ashamed of what he did, at least for an instant. Like a dog misbehaving when his owner's not there.

then his temper manifests itself: why should he be ashamed?! He's been kidnapped by this lunatic and forced to live in this place. He has every right to be mad. So he lashed out, yells, even tries to attack ghost, but all the man does is calmly disarm him, putting him in a hold and using his weight to keep him on the floor, arms behind his back.

Ghost, as any owner worth their salt should do (Ghost has skimmed through Dog Training for Dummies once and never looked back) makes quick work of punishing Johnny for such drasticly negative behavior. Locking johnny in his crate everytime he b=misbehaves seems to be doing little to tamp down his negative energy, so instead Ghost will simply try the one thing that has never failed him: the cane.

It's tough, watching his puppy, tied up and whining, tears flowing down his face as his feet are hit time and time again, but Ghost solifies his resolve and keeps going until he thinks he's done enough. Johnny will learn that this was all for his sake, that it will get worse before it gets better.

Johnny seems to understand in the end, and never tries to do what he did again. Ghost won't lie and say that watching his boy crawl around on the floor like the dog he is meant to be, does not strike his heart with pure obsession love.

Johnny, for his part, learns that simply doing what Ghost asks of him is better than running away. Having his will bent to Ghost's liking is better than being broken.

i fucking LOVE the whole "owner canes his puppy's feet for walking thing"!! i almost wrote it for kinktober actually, but i was behind on my posts and day of i wasn't in the mood for severe sadism, so i went with voyeurism instead (i talked about it a little here and here hehe)

also im so so fully obsessed with this scenario?? trash babe you have GOT to start writing some of these thoughts and posting them in full somewhere because you have a FANTASTIC mind

like i would love love love to add to this... but babe you've sent me something fantastic here, i really don't want to add to it bc it feels so Whole. tysm for sending it in!!!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi 🐑 anon again ! i hope i’m not sending too many of these (´；ω；｀) but i have some more kenjaku thoughts

i think he likes reactions !! doing things to freak u out (like the watching you sleep thing) simply because he enjoys the way your face shifts from relaxed to horrified. he finds it very amusing

i also agree w you when you say he’s like a cat bc he SO is !! it brings me back to that one panel where he was doing that one cat face and it’s so silly i love that panel sm oh em gee. silly cat man i love him so much

as always keep up the amazing work<3 a lamb will always be there to read it !!! 🐑

HI MY LITTLE 🐑 ANON!!! please don’t worry hehe, no amount of asks is too many asks!!! especially if they’re kenny related….. :3c

I AGREEEEEE. SO MUCH. HE LOVES LOVES LOVES SEEING YOUR REACTIONS. i think kenjaku finds so much enjoyment in just…. getting to know each and every part of you!!!!! so he’ll constantly be pushing for another reaction…. i feel like he’s especially fond of your exasperated sighs when he does something out of pocket lmao. and he loves seeing you scared…. evil little brain!!!!!!!

HE REALLY IS SOOOO BLACK CAT 🥹🥹 silly silly silly little kitty cat guy………… our most beloved. i think of that panel every single day anon the kenkaba fight was so genuinely unmatched

[5ueckers]

Missing you my goat… real fans are still waiting for you belong with me 🤕😭💔

"my goat" youre toooo funny and sweet 🥹💖 im not finished w it yet, and i think the parts that are complete enough to share give away too much, BUT i did make a cute lil playlist for when she's officially done and posted 💗

[taegularities]

tumblr wouldnt let me send an ask 🥲

Hi! This might be so random but I just wanna share how I just found out about cmi and read it for a 1 whole night (or morning or just hours STRAIGHT 💀)……. yeah in a good way lol. And I wanna say thank you for writing! You write so beautifully 💜 excited for the next chapters 🥲🙂😃😌😇🫶🏼

wait wait wait, you read 120k+ in just one night?!?!?! WAIT, that’s such an honour, holy shit, thank you so much !!!!! 😭 ahhh i try my best, so i’m beyond happy you enjoyed it enough to drop by and tell me ty fr 🥺 can’t wait to talk to you about the upcoming chapters, too, once they drop 🤍 

[saleeba]

homepage 🌷🌿🪴

hiiii everyone!! just making this post to let everyone and anyone know that i’ll be going on a short hiatus until the end of june due to exams :’) which i appreciate is somewhat of a long time away but i wanted to let the anons that have requested fics know that i’ll absolutely try my hardest to be working on them during my time away !!! take care my loves!! 🫶🏽💓💗

[starsandrqindrops]

SAHARRRR MY LOVE MY LOVE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 🥹💗💗💗 !!!

seungmin thinks you’re the prettiest at your most ordinary. fluff and softness. pre-established relationship. (happy (very late) birthday to youuu my @starsandrqindrops i love u 💓)

there is an uncharacteristic tiredness that’s weighing on seungmin’s bones, making the mere act of moving his limbs draining. a faint headache pulsates from the base of his temple, and he shuts his eyes closed, forcing darkness to surround his senses, hoping that it’ll muffle the ache latching to his being.

but what soothes his senses is the sound of running water, more so the knowledge that you are near, just out of reach. you’ll come out soon of the shower and seungmin will be okay.

he doesn’t voice these thoughts to you as you come into the room, towel in hand as you dry your hair, clad in one of his old t-shirts. but his body seems to speak for him, eyes snapping open at the sound of you padding to the bed, spine readjusting so he’d sit against the headboard, eager to look at you more intently.

“tired?” you ask, planting a kiss on his temple before retrieving your hair bush from the bedside drawer. the pain in his head subsides, your existence the antidote for all his ailments.

“no, how was your day?” he asks softly, his warm palm resting on your bare knee. you quickly glance at him, at the way his eyebrows scrunch together ever so slightly, as if begging you to speak, to weave the dreadful silence with your sweet voice.

“it was good, i tried a new restaurant today,” you speak gently, combing slowly through your hair.

“yeah, what is it called?” he says, thumb circling your soft skin. he is no longer angry at the light, for it highlights every contour of your features. he no longer yearns for the dark, as in its absence he gets to see you. in all your ordinary glory.

and you look so beautiful.

“blossom, they have the cutest pastries. i think you’d really like their cheesecake. it’s decorated with edible flowers. and their coffee is to die for,” you recall excitedly, your eyes locking on his every now and then.

“mm,” he says absentmindedly, laying his head atop your lap. “what else did you do?”

“i had the most boring class today, you know the one with…” your voice fades into the background of seungmin’s mind, lingering like a sweet dream that doesn’t disappear even after you wake.

he’s focused on your bare face, and the way your lips move with each word you utter, he sees your gleaming eyes, radiant under the light, although unnecessary— the star you harbor for heart enough to lighten you up. he sees your hair settling into the curls he loves the most, wet droplets falling into your shirt—his. he sees the slate of your nose that he loves to peck and the cheeks he always cradles before sleeping. he sees you, at your most vulnerable state, at your most beautiful one, and he loves you. god, does he love you so much.

“are you even listening to me?” you giggle, running your hand through his black hair, the one you dyed between giddy kisses in the bathroom.

“you are so pretty,” he whispers, voice suddenly hoarse with emotion. he doesn’t know where this love tide came from, but he knows that the weariness is gone, that a warmth only you can produce has replaced it.

your cheeks are no longer devoid of color, a faint pink hue seeping through them. you smile, widely, with no hand before your mouth, no intent to hide from him. “i love you, you are the pretty one.”

“i know,” he smiles cheekily, further burying his head in your lap, arms wound around your legs. “keep talking.”

“what am i? your asmr podcast?” you chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of his head. his headache is long gone.

“yes, you are mine. only mine, right?” he adds, a bit vulnerably, voice weaker.

“only yours.”

[nugget-from-neptune]

Im back!!

Hi guys! I know its been a while since I have last posted anything on this account and if you didn't know that was because I did not have a laptop. I now have one after so long :) I will now be back to writing so please be on the lookout today, I just might post a Twisted Wonderland fic :))

[choccy-milky]

HELLO CUTEST ARTSYLE EVER,

idk if you've alrdy done this but have u ever drawn them as GENDER SWAP?? like IKNOW CLICHE BUT LIKE ION KNO, like them interacting as girl and GUY AHAHHAH ok yeah ALSO EXTRA QUESTION HOW DO I READ UR ARTWORK STUFF!!

I HAVENT!!! LETS FIX THAT

just dont ask me why its randomly modern AU and dont ask me why sebs genderbent modern AU concept changed from jock to punk/eddie munson ripoff LMAO (also in regards to the second part of your ask, if by 'read my artwork' you mean all my comics and stuff, all my art can be found in my tag choccyart! but if you're wondering if i have an actual comic, no, all that art is just scenes from my fanfic!🙇‍♀️)

BAHAHA ANON I LOVED YOUR TORMENTOUS JOURNEY THROUGH MY FIC LOL idk if you ended up reading on ff.net or just skimmed through the smut on ao3/wattpad, but either way IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!!!! I WISH YOU COMMENTED SO I COULD HAVE PROPERLY REPLIED!! but i feel you on finishing a longfic you were enjoying and then just IMMEDIATELY re-reading it bc u feel empty inside LMFAOO i always do that....😭 but srsly thank you for reading and giving it a chance despite the smut!!! and im honoured youd even put it in your top 3?? BAHHH TYSMMM!!🫶🫶💖💖

HAHA IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT, TY!!💖💖 unfortunately i dont have any HL fic recs since i still havent read any gahh😭 but im publishing this ask on the off chance someone who has read HL fics with a similar vibe to mine might see this and recommend something in the replies?? BAHHA. BUT GOOD LUCK ANON I HOPE U FIND/FOUND SOMETHING 🙏🙏

@allurearia LMAOOO i love this bc lowkey same BAHHAA growing up id always use anime/fictional characters i loved as inspo, and now im doing the same with clora😭 like the other night i was eating a bag of chips for dinner (like the degenerate that i am,) and just thought to myself "...clora wouldnt do this..." yet i still did it anyway😔but its the thought that counts!!😇👌

@amethystandemma AWW im happy to hear it and that i could give u that push🥹🥹glad to have u here in the fandom, and thank YOU!!!💖💖

[wildrangers]

Hello i see you're accepting fic requests, i have a matt smith fic idea, can u do a behind the scenes w matt and fem!reader where they are both married in real life but they're rivals on cam, and when the scene cuts they're like all lovey dovey and their castmates are always teasing them 💟 tysmmm!!!

Thank you so much for this request anon, I loved this idea! I created an OC HOTD character for the reader to play and kind of worked her into different key moments from the show. I hope you enjoy 🙂

Tropes & Topics: total fluff

Word Count: 900

“What would you call the husband of the Queen?”

“Well, the king-”

“There it is, then.”

“...consort” 

Your eyes met Daemon’s, fury coursing through your veins. His head tilted, eyes assessing you. “That seems redundant, no?”

“I speak for the Queen when I say it is not.” 

There was a long pause as you two stared each other down before “CUT! Good work you two.”

“Darling! You were stupendous” Matt praised, walking towards you with his arms raised. Mostly joking groans sounded from the crew around you. “Oh, stop it you lot.”

“I always forget how angry you make me when you have that fucking wig on” you tease, wrapping your arms around his middle tightly. 

“I could say the same to you, my love” he chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your silver wig.

Your role on House of the Dragon was Anora, a close confidant and cousin of Rhaenyra. Given your character’s fierce loyalty to Rhaenyra, she shared a tense, often hostile, relationship with Daemon which you two delighted in playing as it was so opposed to your real-life dynamics as newlyweds. 

“Are you love birds ready for lunch now that you’ve terrorized the crew?” Emma’s voice called from behind Matt and you threw a grin their way. 

“Are they up to it again?” Harry seconded from behind them. 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to” you argued and Matt chuckled beside you, his arm resting along your shoulders as you followed the pair off the studio lot. 

“Oh, so you don’t remember the post-wedding incident?” Emma posed and you felt your face warm as the memory flooded your mind. 

“Wed?! Laenor has just died!” you shouted, whipping around to face your best friend and her apparent new husband. 

“No, cousin, he’s not dead. We arranged it so he could be free and we could marry” Rhaenyra explained and your eyes widened. 

“You let our monstrous uncle convince you of this?!” 

“Watch your tongue” Daemon replied, eyes blazing.

“Or what?” 

“Or I’ll take it.”

You took out the dagger you kept hidden on your side, “Well come on then, Daemon. You don’t frighten me.” 

“Enough!” Rhaenyra screamed, stepping between you both. “Cousin, this was my decision he forced me to do nothing. He wants to better support my claim to the throne when the time inevitably comes.” 

“He will be your ruin, Rhaenyra. Mark my words.”

“CUT! I think we got it guys, take five.” 

“My fierce wife!” Matt cheered, picking you up and swinging you around as you laughed. 

“Must you do this every take?” the director questioned, earning laughs from the cast and crew on set. 

“Am I wrong? She was incredible” he praised, placing you down and lovingly straightening the wig he’d disheveled in his excitement. 

“Yes, yes, your wife is brilliant and we’re all lucky to be graced with her presence” Emma teased and you stuck your tongue out at them. 

“The most brilliant one of us is you, my love” you tell him and are met with another chorus of groans as you giggle and squeeze his hand in yours.

“Oh! And you can’t forget the birthing scene from last season’s finale, that one was iconic.” Harry added and Emma eagerly nodded their agreement.

Rhaenyra wailed from the bedchamber behind you as you charged after Daemon. “What are you doing Daemon? She needs you!” 

“She needs someone to prepare for war, I can do nothing for her in that room.” 

“She’s calling for you Daemon, not me! She doesn’t want you to act on her behalf, just to be her husband.” 

“I am your king now!” he roared, turning around so quickly you slammed into his chest, his hands gripping your shoulders painfully to keep you upright.

“You overstep Daemon. You are no more than her king consort” you replied, adjusting your stance and fighting the wince of pain wracking your system.

Matt’s face completely broke, false anger draining from it, “Love, are you alright? I’m sorry everyone but she’s injured, we have to cut.” 

“Matt, it’s fine I could have finished the scene” you insisted but your argument fell flat as your ankle rolled out from beneath you. 

He didn’t hesitate, one arm gripping under your knees, the other under your arms to lift you off your feet. “Where’s the medic?!” 

“Matthew, it’s a twisted ankle, not a mortal wound” you assured but his face was panicked. “Hey, look at me” you said firmly, hand cupping his cheek. His hazel eyes met yours and you could see him fighting to control his fear that you were seriously injured. 

“I’m not putting you down until someone’s looked at your ankle” he insisted and you nodded your agreement. “I’m so, so sorry darling.”

“It was an accident, I’m fine, I promise” you replied, pulling his face down to yours for a brief kiss. 

“We have to release this as a blooper, the fans will eat it up!” you heard Emma call as Matt carried you off set towards the medic tent with the cameras still rolling.

“How could we forget? It went absolutely viral” Matt groaned and you laughed, pinching his side.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get charged with spousal abuse” you tease and he rolls his eyes as the others laugh. 

“Keep it going, I’ll just save up my annoyance with you for when we’re back on set.”

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I'm always happy to hear any feedback, message me if you want to get added to the taglist! I have a few more asks waiting that will be out soon 🫶🏻

[akamitrani]

Pls may you write an oneshort about F!reader treating Art's wounds after the fight with Sienna from Terrifier 3? I'm cravin that so badly rn, I'll leave the plot settings to you, tysmmm 😭😭

— Mercy —

Art the Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood, wounds, struggle, contains spoiler.

Summary: Art is injured and vulnerable. The reader, unknowingly crossing his path, stumbles upon him and makes an unexpected choice.

[A/N: A oneshot, short as requested. Tried making this a slight fluff, hope you like it. Also I must note, in this fic I pretend for a hot minute that he wasn't just slashed in his neck in the movie ☠️ Thank you for your request!]

Bleeding and battered, Art the Clown stumbled away from Sienna's house. His body ached from the fight, but his relentless drive kept him moving, his twisted grin still in place despite the pain.

He didn't look back as he fled into the first path he saw, leaving the chaos of the house behind him.

The alley was dark as he sprang towards it, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. Art staggered forward, his usual grin now marred by pain, clutching his side where Sienna's blade had torn through.

Each step was a struggle, he fought to stay upright as he round the corner, his legs suddenly threatened to give way beneath him and he collapsed against a brick wall for support.

Then, he saw you.

[ · · · ]

The night air was cool as you stepped out of work, tired but eager to head home. As you walked down the quiet street, something caught your eye – a dark, glistening trail on the pavement. Blood?

Curious and hesitant, you followed the trail, someone could be needing help and couldn't just ignore it. It led you to this alleyway. The trail grew thicker as you walked further, the air heavy, an unsettling stillness.

There, slumped against the wall, was the figure of a clown. His white face was twisted with pain, his costume stained with fresh blood. His head lifted slightly at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes locking with yours.

You stood there, frozen, your eyes wide as you recognized him. Art tried to lunge, a feeble attempt to reach you, but his legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees, gasping, his hand outstretched but powerless. He tried to push himself up again but his arms gave out this time, leaving him sprawled on the cold concrete.

You could have run. But instead, something inside you shifted. For a moment he looked almost pitiful, like a wounded animal too stubborn to die. The murderous glint in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something akin to desperation. Someone did need help, right? – With this in mind you took a step closer, cursing yourself mentally, this is fucking insane.

“If you try anything...” – you whispered to him – “I won’t hesitate.”

For the first time, Art’s grin faded, replaced by a flicker of something else – maybe curiosity? maybe disbelief? – as if he was trying to process the fact that someone, for once, wanted to help him. He simply stared, watching you, as you knelt beside him.

You stared at the wounded clown, every instinct screaming to run, but instead, you pulled a small first aid kit from your bag. Art’s eyes followed your every move, dark and unblinking, as you pressed a cloth to his bleeding side. He flinched but didn’t resist, allowing you to wrap a makeshift bandage around him, surrendering to your mercy.

“There, that should help” – you murmured, your voice unsteady but assuring.

Art’s response was unexpected – a bloodstained finger gently brushed your cheek, leaving a streak of crimson. His touch was surprisingly soft, not the brutal force you had feared.

Your breath caught, the alley around you disappearing as you locked eyes with him. It felt like a silent acknowledgment, a brief moment where he actually seemed grateful.

Pulling his hand away, Art gave a slight nod. It was a gesture so out of character that it left you stunned.

His grin returned and he pushed off of the wall, onto his feet, his movements less sluggish. The blood loss no longer a problem it seems. He glanced at you, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that almost made him seem human.

He reached into the deep, black bag he always carried with him, his fingers brushing against something. Scared he might pull a weapon you step back... to your surprise, he pulls out a single, dark rose. The petals were blackened at the edges, but still, it was a rose – oddly beautiful. With a slow, deliberate motion, he offered it to you, his eyes locking with yours.

You took the flower from him, bewildered by the strange act of kindness. Art’s lips curled into a big smile, the playfulness in his eyes lingering for just a moment before he turned and disappeared into the shadows. No goodbyes.

The night engulfed him whole, leaving you there with the rose and the memory of the clown who, just for a brief moment, had shown something like... tenderness.

Well – somehow, your act of kindness had spared you... At least for tonight.

[papaya-twinks]

kika, what about a fic w lando where he’s daying an author reader who usually write normal fiction but wrote a romance novel inspired by him? so just fluff 🥰 tysmmm 🫶🫶

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

SMAU

@papayadays it’s giving smau

y/n

caption: just had a spontaneous idea 🤫

user1: QUEEN IS BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

user2: omggggg, maybe part two on her last book? I beg 🙏

landonorris: will be bringing u caffeine replacements whenever 🫶

-> y/n: and they say chivalry is dead 🫶🥹

charlesleclerc: wooooo, another great reading coming uppppp

-> y/n: this one gonna be a LOT different to the others…

-> pierregasly: it’s definitely a death note

landonorris

caption: queen has writer’s block…maybe this gives a clue on the theme of the book 😉

y/n: promoting my book already 🥹

-> landonorris: you know your book already promotes me 😉🤫

user3: AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED WJIWKWMMWNSNNSMEJWKW

user4: this is a great moment in history y’all

francisca.gomes: what’s lando’s comment about 🤫

-> y/n: 🤐

landonorris

caption: learnt to read just for her <333

user1: wait is that y/n’s new book?

-> user2: obvs no, she don’t write romance 💀

y/n: and he can stately barely not read

-> landonorris: I was being nice 😡

carmenmundt: he stole my highlighter btw so I want it back

-> y/n: I take back my words, chivalry is DEAD @/landonorris

-> landonorris: chivalry only for u 🥰

y/n

caption: <3333

landonorris: my girl <3

-> y/n: all urs <3

user5: HAHEHEHHEHEHE HE WROTE A LOVE LETTER

user6: OMG IM DYING A LOVE LETTER?

francisca.gomes: take notes pierre

-> pierregasly: WHAT WHY

-> y/n: yeah pierre

user7: awwww <33

landonorris

caption: i remember when those words left ur pretty mouth

y/n: <3333333

-> landonorris: <33333

user1: awwwww lando’s being soft!

francisca.gomes: awesome book!

maxverstappen1: I learned to read to read this and I was immediately hit by kissing and softness in this book of urs and now whenever I go outside and see signs and shit I can actually read them and I saw one that said ‘cliff’ and I threw this book off of it because it’s very sappy :(

-> y/n: ok max

-> landonorris: *jumps off of cliff to retrieve the book*

-> y/n: *jumps in too because is a sucker to peer pressure and wants cuddles*

lando&y/naremylife: guys remember the love letter from lando to y/n? look at my most recent post….its a picture from her book omg

landoandy/naremylife

caption: FUCKIGN LOOK IS THIS LANDO’S LOVE LETTER FROM Y/N’S INSTA?

y/n: mayhaps 🤷‍♀️

-> user1: QUEEN RESPONDED

user2: AHHHHHH OMG OKG OMG OMG OMG IM PANCIKCING OMG

user3: DUDE WHAT AN AWESOME SPOT I DIFNT NOTICE THAT LINK

user4: AHHHHHHHHHH OMGGGG <33333

[pigcowboys]

About the confession fic.

PLEASE IM STARVING FOR IT.

Thank you.

Ps.( I need more percy headcanons from you they're so good LORD YOURE AMAZING).

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

summary: part 2 to this fic part 3

warning(s): blood, injuries, rough housing, cursing, SLIGHT jealousy, unresolved feelings whoops.. & mutual pining (they're just a little slow..)

a/n: HAHAH TYSMMM <33!! i wanna write more so badly but so much is going on with school i just haven't found the time.. :( (i have something in the works actually!!)

"are you okay?"

you jumped at the sound of grover's voice, waving his concerns off with a dismissive 'just fine'. and you were, for the most part at least. or as fine as you could be with the camp currently split in two on account of the disappearance of the young nico di angelo.

you weren't especially close with him - well, not as close as he would've been with his late sister. though, you had your fair share of moments with him.

while percy was away from camp on his quest with everyone else, you became to unofficial babysitter for the boy. taking on the role you assumed his sister had to play for him during the time they were together. and it was fun. you didn't have any siblings of your own so the thought of having your very own younger one just dropped at your feet was awesome to you.

well, it was till percy and the others came back and nico's seemingly never ending cheerfulness faded with the information of his sister's untimely death. it's things like that which reminded you of why being a half-blood was so dangerous.

she didn’t deserved to die that young - shit, nobody deserved to die that young..and in that way?

it's so..fucked.

"do you know when they said they'd be back?" you asked grover, turning to look at him since the first time you began to speak. he gave you an unsure shrug. "mm..soon? i'm not too sure," he turned to look past the camp entrance. " i wouldn't worry about it though, they'll be fine."

"you'd be surprised the amount of shit percy can get himself into.." you said to nobody at all. grover seemed put of by your uncharacteristic brooding. he spared you a glance before parting ways with you to do whatever it is he had to. you didn't want to do anything right now but sleep.

for whatever reason you'd taken it upon yourself to try your best to help out with every single thing you could around the camp, touring new comers, cleaning the pegasus stables - you even assisted the stoll brothers in cleaning the hermes cabin after someone (travis) had let a couple of gerbils loose in there as a prank.

it wasn't funny. you glared daggers at travis for weeks.

maybe you were trying to preoccupy yourself or maybe you genuinely felt like helping - you weren't sure. or maybe you just missed..something.. or maybe someone? you looked towards the front entrance.

yeah..you did.

you hadn't gotten any time to think about the weird interaction the two of you shared a few weeks ago yet, it was always fresh in your mind somehow. percy was so weird. it felt like since that day you'd started to see him less and less than before. could you believe it? this guy, someone you considered to be your best friend had been blowing you off!

what a dick.

worst part was the fact that whenever you did see him, he was almost always with annabeth. annabeth, annabeth, annabeth. i mean, they couldn't of even asked you if you wanted to hang out? why were they always together? always whispering to each other and avoiding eye contact when you'd meet their prodding gaze. it was so weird..

the last straw had to be when you'd overheard them talking one time. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you just heard your name in passing and it instantly grabbed your attention.

"so..you're going to do it?" annabeth asked

"i guess."

"come on! don't be like that - you're going to scare her off if you're not passionate. about it"

"do girls..like passion?"

"obviously! you have to make her feel important." annabeth tutted. "you guys never get these kinds of things."

"you sound like one of the hunters.."

"hm?"

"nothing."

why were they talking about girls? did percy have his eye on someone? is that why he was avoiding you? he..liked someone and didn't want to tell you. but, he told annabeth about it.. and not you? you were offended - very offended. how dare he not share his feelings with you! the nerve of some people. it wasn't the fact he didn't tell you that hurt the most, it was the fact he'd told someone else before you. why was this the way you had to find that out? who else did percy tell..?

the idea of it all flooded your thoughts and refused to leave it for days after days. it might've been the real reason you were brooding so much. you stopped dead in your tracks as you looked over yonder. ares campers, and they seemed like they were preparing for something. your breath caught in your throat as they noticed you, a sneer forming onto their faces as they made a beheading motion, dragging their thumb across their neck in a threatening manner.

oh wow, capture the flag. your favorite.

"is too late to run back to my cabin?" you asked nervously, lacing your boots before standing up groggily. percy turned to look at you with a frown. "you gonna be okay?" you didn't spare him a glance, opting to fix your breastplate properly as you stared ahead.

"yeah, i guess." the corners of your lips curled as you made eye contact with another ares camper nearby who seemed to stare you down like a fresh piece of meat. your stomach turned as you clutched your shield tighter, exhaling shakily.

percy stared at you silently, looking forward at the line of campers then back to you. you turned to face him when you felt his hand brush against your own. he didn't react to your head turning, only leaning forward to grab your hand and hold it tightly.

you looked down at where your hands were clasped together then back to percy. he looked back you, a shaky smile making it's way onto his lips as he squeezed your hand tighter.

"for reassurance," he explained, lips tugging into a small smile. you nodded like you understood what he was doing, turning back to face in front as you tried your best to stay focused on not dying.

as so as the match started you were almost hit with an arrow, courtesy of the apollo campers, you concluded. your shoes scrapped the ground as you ran for cover, mud caking onto your shoes as your legs went as fast a they could.

you could hear yells and chants behind you as you dodged the botany of the forest, ducking down to hide behind a larger looking log as you waited for the opposing team to run past. your lungs hurt and you were pretty sure that arrow had just barely missed your face because there seemed to be a small slash on the side of your right cheek. as the sound of the footsteps grew farther and farther you moved out again, running past the log as you made your way to the East Woods.

A hushed whisper of your name caught your attention as you took notice of Annabeth who seemed to be trying to blend in with the surrounding woods.

"jeez, are you trying to get killed?" her eyebrows furrowed. "those ares campers are betting on this match." she rolled her eyes. "those brutes, you'd think they'd try to have some kind of sympathy for the people they hurt." she seemed to ramble on about something under her breath to which you did not hear nor care to even hear.

"where's percy?"

annabeth gave you a look. "i don't know," she looked to her right wearily. "i thought he was with you."

something in your stomach stirred. you'd just seen percy at the start of the match..what happened..? you frowned, moving from annabeth's hiding spot as you planted yourself onto the ground once more, equipping yourself with your weapon once more as you held it close to your chest.

"what do you think you're doing?" annabeth exclaimed. "you can't be out in the open like this, there's barely any cover. you'll be attacked."

"everywhere in this forest is the open."

"you know what i mean." annabeth sighed. "look, i've got a plan but, for to work we've gotta wait a little, okay?"

"what plan?"

"i can't tell you all of it right now." she frowned. "just follow my lead.."

you weren't too trusting of annabeth's plan yet you complied, following after her as she moved from her hiding spot, meticulously through the forest. she was quick on her feet and you tried your best to follow her example but it was harder to recreate with your mud ridden sneakers.

it happened quick, you barely registered the sound of a flurry of arrows being set off at you and annabeth, the two of you ducking out of the way as you took to your feet sloppily, running for your lives. your heart pounded as the sound of 4 different pairs of feet chased after you. annabeth panted harshly as she looked around in a flurry, grabbing your wrist as she made a sharp turn right into the weapon of an ares camper.

they raised their sword and swung down viciously without restraint. your shield was barely able to block the attack, swinging back as you put distance between the camper and annabeth. she seemed shaken up but still readied her weapon, steadying her helmet on her head.

you stared at the ares camper with furrowed eyebrows. "is it true you guys are betting on us..?"

he didn't reply, rushing forward to swing. your shield cushioned the blow yet the rather old material seemed to shatter slightly under the weight of the swing. what the hell did these campers eat?

you threw your shield to the side, backing away steadily as you steadied yourself. annabeth stepped forward as well, swinging at the camper with precision, trying her best to block the harsh slashes. you tried to catch your breath, bringing your hand to your chest as you raised up your head shakily.

you merely stepped forward for a minute when another camper rushed towards you, knocking into your body with full force as you flew to the side, slamming against the tree face first. your nerves could barely register the pain as your collapsed onto your side, falling right onto your right arm.

you cried out in pain, reach forward to clutch your arm as blood smeared against the sleeves of your clothes. you curled into yourself as your body grew heavier and heavier. you could remember the faint sound of yelling before you finally blacked out, losing consciousness.

you woke up gods knows how much later in the infirmary. your ears were ringing and your chest hurt. how long had you been in here? a few hours? a few days even? you looked around the room wearily, nobody else had been inside - it was practically empty. you tried to stand up but took notice of the fact your arm was bandaged.

what exactly happened..?

the door to the infirmary swung open, gaining your attention as your head snapped towards the figure that opened it. your eye widened slightly when you locked eyes with percy. he seemed surprised you were awake, his eyes glinting with a spark of concern.

"hey.."

"hey." you two said in unison. silence fell over the two of you as percy idled in front of your bed for a moment before pulling up a chair and placing it near your bed, sitting down on it as he gazed at you with worry.

"did you just wake up?" percy asked, trying to seem normal.

"sadly," you exhaled. "i would've liked to sleep a little longer."

"well, you were out for a while." percy said absentmindedly. "i - uh, we were kind of worried about you."

"thanks." you smiled slightly, raising your head to peer at what it was he was holding in your hands. "what's that?"

"ambrosia," percy replied, fishing out a small cube from the pouch. he held it towards your mouth, waving it around slightly as he waited for you to lean forward and bite it.

"you know i can feed myself, right?"

percy frowned. "why can't you just let me be nice?"

you didn't reply, shuffling forward as you opened your mouth, allowing percy to slip the treat into your mouth. your mouth swirled with the best flavor imaginable as you sunk into your bed with a sigh, turning your head to the side to gaze at percy who looked at you wearily.

"how long was out for?"

"pretty long, you broke your arm and a few other things when you fell," he tucked the pouch into his hoodie pocket. "those ares campers are so.."

"insane. can't believe they were betting on people's lives." your eyebrows furrowed. "isn't that fucked?"

percy hummed in response and the two of you grew quiet again. you stole a glance at percy taking notice of the slight eyebags on his face and the redness of his nose.

"annabeth told me everything," he paused. "i'm sorry i wasn't there."

you shrugged. "it was no big deal, i mean, i'm still alive, right?"

percy leaned forward in his chair, bringing his elbow to rest on the cover of your bed, bracing his head in his palm. "yeah but," he paused. "i don't know what i would've done if you didn't manage to bounce back." you stared at him quietly as he seemed to zone out.

"i don't know what i'd do with myself if you ever got hurt."

your eyes widened as you registered his words, your lips curling upwards. so, maybe he didn't hate you.. you sat up in your bed slowly, bracing against the pillow you were resting on as you turned your body towards percy.

"that's not gonna happen," you paused. "..again." percy smiled yet still looked slightly distressed about the whole situation. you reached out to cup his cheek, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you stretched them outward as far as you could.

"hey man, don't worry - i'm going to be fine, stop brooding now."

percy grunted rebuttals in response, exhaling when you finally released his face with a tired giggle, readjusting yourself to lay down on your bed as you settled in with a hum. percy rubbed his cheek soothingly, leaning forward to admire you.

you didn't register he was staring at you till you turned to your side and locked eyes with him, heart beating in your chest as the two of you stared at each other in silence. percy broke the eye contact, placing his hand on yours that laid still on the bed as he interlocked them.

you gave him a quizzical look as you squeezed his hand.

"it's for me." percy smiled sheepishly. "i wanna know that you're okay."

you didn't say anything only smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes, slowly fading out of consciousness as you dozed off clutching percy's hand.