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Hello all! I know Iāve been silent the last few weeks, but thatās because Iāve been dealing with real life things, I was on vacation for a week, and Iāve been struggling with writing in general. Iāve wrestled with this for a while, but I think Iām going to put the blog on hiatus for a little while. School is going to start back up soon and I have... a very very hard year ahead of me. I might pop up to write in December for Christmas, or maybe Iāll punch out a Halloween prompt, but I canāt promise anything.Ā
The main reason for this hiatus is because Iām balancing a lot of writing ideas all at once. I have two big fics Iāve been working on on AO3, one of which is close to finishing and one I have a very long way to go. I have two ideas for another fandom that Iāve been fiddling with, neither of which are published or uploaded, but one I would like to expand upon and someday publish to help get out of my head. Handling all of those plus the blog is putting a strain on my willingness to write and my ability to enjoy it, so obviously something needed to be a done. This hiatus is the best solution I can come up with right now.Ā
Iāve been debating back and forth on deleting the prompts sitting in my inbox or keeping them, but for right now Iām going to keep them. There are two Hank/Beast prompts and two Kurt/Nightcrawler prompts, a Peter Maximoff prompt, and an Azazel prompt. I was really excited to get all of these and I want to write them so bad, but also, I canāt juggle it all right now. To everyone waiting for those prompts to get written and posted, Iām so sorry, but I hope you donāt mind waiting a little longer for me to get my shit together so I can write you all something really sweet and awesome.Ā
Again, Iām sorry to do this (I know Iām gone like three-fourths of the because of school anyhow), but it needs to be done for right now. I hope you all stay safe and are healthy, and thank you for understanding my decision c: <3Ā
Prompt(s) from anonymous: hello! Would you maybe want to do a charles xavier x reader (just right after cuba!) where charles is captured by an organization experimenting on mutants (doesnt have to be graphic at all just mentioned!!). y/n (protective) spends weeks trying to track them down, and when she finally finds them she goes in alone (powerful mutation is powerful) and calls out to him in her mind and talks to him and he's in such a bad state, & she gets to him and saves him?? Xxxxx
Note(s): Personally, I would do so much for this man, and of course so would the reader! I feel like Charles would have such a strong and loving bond with his s/o, so of course I had to put that here as well. I hope I did your prompt justice Nonny, thank you for sending it in! Please do enjoy <3Ā
P.s. If the entire quote is italicized, then it was spoken mentally! c:
Warning(s): A bit of language, a bit of fluff, just a general warning for evil bad guys. Theyāre only mentioned, but still, they exist!Ā
Word count: 769
ā... Charles?ā
There was no response. (y/n) was used to there being no response. The silence spoke both promises and deceits, and from her spot just outside the base, she knew she had to get farther in to find him.Ā
It would have been easier if Erik were here. Or Raven. Or even fucking Azazel. Angel, for crying out loud. But (y/n) was on her own, and while of course Alex wasā¦ somewhere around the base, he was not the one currently razing it to the ground.Ā
Help would have been appreciated. But (y/n) was nothing if not determined and strong, and even a base full of evil kidnapping, torturing, anti-mutant assholes would never be strong enough to stop her. No, they would feel her ire, her anger, and most of all, her heartache. They would die knowing exactly why their deaths were imminent, with no mercy, and (y/n) refused to look back or listen to their pleas.Ā
A door had been blown clean of its hinges, hitting a lone scientist clean over the head as it twisted and slammed into the opposing wall. (y/n) walked through, uniform stained and torn. It was the moment when she crossed under the doorway that it hit her, and she stopped clear in her tracks.Ā
ā.... (y/n)...?ā
āCharles,ā (y/n) breathed, and she wasted no time in running through the room, over the dead body, and towards the back corridors of the lab. Worry ticked deep in her sternum. She didnāt have to be a genius to know that her beloved was anything but alright.Ā
She found cages with Plexiglas sides and steel locks. They were all full, gaunt faces and bodies staring up in either disbelief or fear. They were not who she was looking for, but as she passed, every cage opened as though it was merely the breeze that had done it. (y/n) did not look back as she went deeper.Ā
The lab was big. (y/n) didnāt count the closed-door rooms sheād passed, nor the number of cages. She was smart enough to know that one cage and one undisclosed room was one cage and room too much. There were too many rooms, actually, and too many cages. They were organized in blocks, it looked like. A couple dozen cages, then a room. A couple dozen cages, then another room. It seemed to go on forever.
But nothing human can ever go on forever. She turned a corner and met a dead end.Ā
There was a door, and a singular cage.Ā
The call sheād been following sang high and strong in her head. It thumped as hard as her heartbeat and sore as fast as her adrenaline. There was an explosion from somewhere else in the facility, and to (y/n), it felt like victory.Ā
The second sheād seen the cage she was on top of it. The door did not open so much as fly off, but it mattered not, because the person inside was free.
He was lying on the ground, and thin. He looked as though heād been thrown there long ago and hadnāt moved since, if his tangled legs were anything to go by. Stick thin arms wobbled on elbows, and a shaved head with an inch of hair looked up at her. His face was dirty and bruised, but beautiful brown eyes that (y/n) had memorized the flecks of long ago widened.Ā
ā(y/n)... oh, (y/n)...ā
āCharles- Jesus, Iām here, Iām right here-ā
(y/n) pulled him into her arms and it was like coming home. Charles collapsed against her chest, not out of exhaustion, but relief. She could feel it in her mind, the way his consciousness settled next to hers out of both habit and instinct. Being separated had felt like hell, but being together felt better than heaven. She- no, they- felt whole again. The phantom limbs were gone and replaced with actual limbs; a voice that would whisper in her ear, and a comfort lodged deep in her brain that knew she would never be alone, ever.Ā
She pressed the most passionate kiss against his temple. Even with his head tucked into her shoulder, (y/n) could feel Charlesā smile against her neck. His chapped and scabbed lips pressed against her jaw. (y/n) could have cried because it was him and that was enough.Ā
There was another explosion within the facility, this time closer. Much closer. (y/n) stood up, her love wrapped tight within her arms. āCharles?ā She asked.Ā
Could I please request an x men fic where the reader is a female mutant who can transform into animals, and she is comforted (platonically) by Beast after Charles dies in the original timeline?
Hi Nonny! Sorry for taking a few days to get back to you on this- Iāve had a few busy busy days. This seems like an amazing prompt with some good fluff and angst opportunities, (also readerās mutation is flippin awesome!) but unfortunately my requests are closed right now. When they open up again I would gladly take this prompt if youād like to resubmit it! Sorry my dude :(
Just a question, baby... Sorry if it's stupid š Do you write about Star Wars or Criminal Minds?
Hi Nonny! Your question is absolutely not stupid, so I assure you there is no need to apologize! Unfortunately, however, I do not personally write Star Wars or Criminal Minds :c I donāt know any writers on tumblr who do write for those fandoms, otherwise I would gladly send you their way or give them a lil shout out. But hey, thank you for asking so I could clarify!Ā
Prompt from anonymous: Erik Lehnsherr āYou got all of my attention and you aren't even tryingā Please?
Note(s): Ooo, I had so much fun with this, thank you for suggesting it! Erik definitely seems the type to say something like this hehe! I hope you enjoyed Nonny <3Ā
Warning(s): Language, as a few f-bombs are dropped.
Word Count: 630.
(y/n) had been helping mutants since before she turned of legal age. Whether it be passports, groceries, shelter, jobs, clothes, or expensive make-up to cover markings, scars, brands, or physical features, it was known that she had it. Need a fake ID? (y/n) had your back. Gas to get the fuck out? Go to (y/n). Someone to babysit your kids while you try and get a mutant-friendly job? (y/n).Ā
The one thing she refused to do was supply weapons.
Now, donāt get her wrong. (y/n) supported all mutants. She supported the movement to gain equality- not just acceptance, but equality. If that movement called for something more than just words than that was fine by her- but she wouldnāt be able to supply you with much. Nothing past protection gear, anyway.Ā
(If needed, (y/n) knew the best people for those sorts of situations. A few recommendations could go a long way.)Ā
It was only because she was passing- her mutation wasnāt much and it never garnered much attention. If she were to be found out by the authorities for the things she had (often illegally) provided, well, there would be more than just trouble afoot. (y/n) knew her position as passing made her both valuable and dangerous to associate with, but her resources made her powerful. Her heart and determination for equality, for helping others get a foot up in a society where they often could not, meant more than the fear of getting caught.Ā
Despite all that, (y/n) couldnāt say that she was not nervous to find Erik fucking Lehnsherr standing outside her apartment door.Ā
She knew who he was. Had met him in passing before. Sheād had dinners and conversations with others while he was in company. But (y/n) had never personally, singularly, been associated with him before. There was a target on his back, but oh, Erik Lehnsherr knew how to hide. (y/n) wondered why he was there.Ā
They didnāt say anything to each other. Erik raised an eyebrow. He was hiding a smile. (y/n) raised an eyebrow back.Ā
Finally, she ventured to speak first. āYouāre lucky there are no cameras, my neighbors are deaf, and that itās currently three in the morningā¦. Just you being here brings a lot of attention I havenāt asked for. Do you need something?ā
Erik chuckled, low in his throat, as he leaned his left side against her door. āAre you saying you donāt want my attention?ā
(y/n) had lowered her brow, but at his words she folded her arms and raised it again. āAnd what, have the government look into me because you were possibly seen in my neighborhood, in my apartment building? Please. If I wanted your attention, I would have done it far more discreetly.ā
He chuckled again. His smile was handsome, but that was way besides the point. āReally? Well, guess I have some bad news for you. Youāve got all my attention and you werenāt even trying.āĀ
Now it was (y/n)ās turn to chuckle. It was suppressed, it came out more as a scoff, but the hidden smile that tugged at her lips told them both how she felt about his words.Ā
Silence fell over them. (y/n) leaned against one side of her door and him against the other. They stared each other down. (y/n) licked over her teeth, calculating. It was a solid minute later when she sighed and stepped inside.Ā
āI better not regret this, Lehnsherr.āĀ
Erik smiled, and for all it was worth, it was a very handsome smile. Hands in his pockets and head ducked so only she could hear him, he whispered, āOh, I promise you wonāt.ā
My request! Thank you, honey š„° It's amazing as always! ā¤ Just a little thing, that was my fault actually... I wanted Peter X Female!Reader š But again, it's my fault cause you had no way of guessing, so don't worry š
Hello Nonny! Iām so glad to hear you liked it! Sorry I changed the gender tho, haha, that was probably right outta left field for you š Iāve always been one to change the gender around on unspecified Imagines, usually for inclusive reasons. I know many readers primarily refer to themselves as female, but I also know that the demographic is more diverse than that. So, sometimes if a gender isnāt specified, I tend to mix it up a bit! Iām glad you still liked it regardless, but I do apologize for that!Ā <3 <3Ā
Prompt(s) from anonymous: Peter Maximoff imagine, please. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the otherās lap + Brushing kisses along the shell of the other personās ear (Cute cuddle, NOT SMUT)
Notes(s): Awe, this was such a cute prompt! Iām hoping I did you justice, Nonny! Iāve always figured that Peter would be pretty affectionate and teasing, considering everything weāve seen of him from Fox. Ty for sending this in, and please enjoy!
Warning(s): Fluff.
Word Count: 836.
Peter Maximoff was someone who was always moving. Whether it be subtle but repetitive hand motions, a bouncing leg, a jaw chewing on gum, or some other form of motion, Peter could always be found moving. Even when relaxing, it was hard for him to sit still. Sometimes when he fell asleep on his side he would rock a bit, if only to get some of the jitters out in a productive manner so he could sleep. Other times he twitched his foot. (y/n) could no longer count on his hands how many times heād been woken up by a poorly-timed jerk of Peterās knee as he, also, woke himself up.Ā
Cuddling, however, cuddling was a different matter.
Cuddling with Peter Maximoff was something different, something soft, and something to be treasured. It was like, in his arms, Peterās brain could finally turn off and relax. He didnāt have to be everywhere, he didnāt have to keep moving. He could just exist, be, live. To cuddle with Peter was, possibly, (y/n) most favorite thing in the universe. With him, it was something special.Ā
Which, after a little bit of begging, is where (y/n) found himself. Once laying had become a bit uncomfortable, the two of them had sat up. (y/n) pressed his back more into Peter, allowing the speedster to wind his arms more comfortably around his midsection. (y/n) hummed, happy, when those arms squeezed and kept him there.Ā
Another great thing about cuddling with Peter was the manās metabolism. Simply put, he was a heater. (y/n) felt his eyes flutter closed as a blanket was pulled over him. He was trapped in a heat sandwich; a sauna. Warm blanket in the front, warm Peter in the back. It was enough to render any man helpless. (y/n) was not a particularly strong man- especially not towards anything related to his boyfriend- and with another hum he let his eyes flutter shut and his head loll back onto one strong shoulder.Ā
He was asleep within seconds.Ā
When he awoke, it was decidedly later. The natural light that lit Peterās room had left, leaving open shades to give glimpses of a cloud-free sky. While it was a pretty sight, it was not what his brain was focusing on. No, the feeling of soft kisses against his neck, inching upwards ever so slowly, was what awoke him.
(y/n) let out a soft whine- not of discomfort- as arms squeezed at his midsection again. One particular kiss had moved upwards enough that Peterās nose nuzzled against the back of his ear. The sound of his gentle breathing stirred a warm flame within his chest, and (y/n) turned his head so Peterās nose could nuzzle along his cheek. He couldnāt really see, but he could feel Peterās smile against his jaw.Ā
āWakey-wakeyā¦ welcome back to the land of the living,ā Peter teased. (y/n) snorted and turned his head away.Ā
āShut up.. Youāre comfy, and warm, and it makes me sleepy.āĀ
āHey, I never said that was a bad thing. I like cuddling you, especially when youāre sleepy. Youāre cute.āĀ
āNo ām not.ā
āYes you are!ā Peter sang, pulling (y/n) back against him when his boyfriend tried to pull away. He took advantage of (y/n)ās giggles to press kisses against his neck again, his cheek, and behind the shell of his ear. āAnd if youāre not cute, then youāre very handsome, and I win this scenario either way.ā
(y/n) scoffed and felt Peterās sly grin when his breath suddenly hitched. Red colored his cheeks, which only spread deeper as Peter continued his chaste kisses against his ears. He could feel the rub of Peterās nose into his hair, along with the tightening of his arms around his waist. (y/n) sighed out in defeat; they could do nothing but surrender to Peter and accept his love.Ā
āThere we go,ā the speedster teased, noting his partnerās acceptance. (y/n) hummed back, eyes shut closed, as Peter once more pressed kisses to their jaw and into their hair.Ā
They spent the rest of the night like this. Theyād moved to laying back down, (y/n) facing his boyfriend, as they exchanged soft, chaste, and sincere kisses. (y/n) pulled the blankets up further, making sure to tangle his legs with Peterās. Neither jittered or fidgeted; they found themselves completely at ease and safe within each otherās company.Ā
(y/n) settled a palm against Peterās cheek. Peter hummed and preened under the warmth of his hand, and (y/n) grinned when he snuggled him closer. He slid his thumb across Peterās cheek before leaning forward to claim one more kiss. When he pulled away Peter followed, the press of their lips together a reassuring message of their love.Ā
With his hands in Peterās hair, his boyfriendās arms around him, and their legs tangled in the warm embrace of their blankets, (y/n) knew that there was nowhere else heād rather be.Ā
Good morning, honey š„° I just wanna say that my friend @Oreostars wrote a new imagine about Neil Melendez (The Good Doctor) if anyone is interested š
Hello Nonny!! Thank you for the fic recommendation! For anyone interested, thereās a fresh ripe imagine! Iāve never actually watched The Good Doctor, but Iāve heard good things. But again, ty Nonny, Iām always open to passing around some good writing! <3
Prompt(s) from anonymous: hello !! new follower here and i've just got to say that i discovered you through your brunnhilde fic (loved it btw š) if your requests are open, can i please get a valkyrie or thor x reader where y/n used to be deaf, but was able to get surgery to get most of her hearing back. she's finding out all these things she thought made noise actually don't (and vice versa) + val/thor's reaction thrown into the mix āŗļø beautiful and sugary sweet fluff pls !
Note(s): Eyy, first fic of the year!! I hope yāall donāt mind a little snow in July- I thought this would be a sweet prompt, and Iām happy with how this turned out, especially since this is the first thing Iāve written in months! Itās great to be back, and I loved this prompt sm. Ty for sending it in Nonny, and i hope you enjoyed! <3Ā
Warning(s): Just some fluff!Ā
Word Count: 845.
(y/n) had been born hard of hearing at birth and sheād lived that way for most of her life. That changed when, sometime after college, she decided a cochlear implant would benefit her. Sheād stashed away almost all her wages, and with the generous help of her girlfriend, sheād finally finally saved enough to cover the costs of the surgery. She got it mid-February, just after Valentines day, and by mid-March she was ready for the programming of her implant.Ā
Hearing wasā¦ surreal. The second sound finally began to filter in sheād teared up and gasped. Her jaw had dropped upon realizing that clocks ticked??? Sheād always thought that was just an exaggeration in literature, but no, that was, in fact, a real and very hearable thing. Val had taken her hand and laughed along with her, while the programmer in front of her had smiled on.
Hearing only continued to become a wonderful development.Ā
For the next few days, (y/n) took the time to acquaint herself with Valās voice. She thought it was important to know it, and voices were distinct anyway, so it wasnāt that hard to pick Valās out from a crowd. Still, when they laid together on the couch, (y/n) snuggled up with her head under specifically under Valās chin. She could hear her heartbeat and the sweet sound of her voice, her laugh, and the rumbles of her vocal chords. Who knew that human bodies could make so many soundsā¦ (y/n) hung onto every one.Ā
The wonder of sound did not cease to amaze (y/n), however. One of the most distinct moments was the day she and Val had visited the city. It was towards the end of March, and despite April being on their doorstep, winter had been making itās last-ditch effort to keep the day cloudy and cold. After stepping out of a little cafe and into the snow-covered streets, (y/n) breathed out in an amazing realization.Ā
Val walked out beside her, hands cupped around her hot chocolate. She grabbed her girlfriendās hand and turned to leave. Unfortunately, she was stopped short by the tug of a static (y/n), who hugged her drink and stared whimsically into the snowy-landscape.Ā
āLove?ā Val asked, an eyebrow raised with her fondly-dubious tone.Ā
(y/n) took a second to listen. ā... you never told me that thereās no sound when itās snowing.. I donāt think Iāve heard the city be this quiet before.ā
Val blinked, then chuckled softly. Itād never quite occurred to her that snowing could be something to marvel at. Of course it was beautiful to look at in untouched fields, when the moon was high in the sky, but Val had had her hearing her whole life, and living and learning from (y/n) had certainly taught her a handful of wonderful revelations.Ā
āIām sorry, I guess I never figured it was a big distinction from the sound of rain. No, snow is too light, and it doesnāt make much noise when it falls. Thatās probably why itās so quiet though- with all the particles in the air, I would imagine it all absorbs the soundwaves.ā
āHuh,ā (y/n) said, still watching the flakes fall blissfully, slowly, before settling gracefully against the bank of the curve. Then, she scrunched up her features- into the face Val always giggled at- and buried herself into her girlfriendās warm embrace. Decidedly, she ignored Valās cries to watch their drinks. āI know I said this when I first got my implants, but sound is weird...I love it.āĀ
Val laughed, a sound that (y/n) knew sheād remember forever. She smiled against the soft scarf that whispered in the breeze and tucked herself impossibly closer. If she listened close enough, she thought she could hear the beat of Valās heart. (y/n) hummed and pressed a kiss to the junction of her jaw, just to hear Valās soft giggle-snort.Ā
āH-hey! Hah, Love, weāre going to get sick standing out here like a bunch of loons. Well, youāll get sick, at least.ā (y/n) snorted against her cheek, cheekily, and slowly Val began to steer them back towards downtown to start heading home. āCome on now, letās enjoy our cocoa and get home. I know of a few better ways we can spend this snowy eveningā¦āĀ
(y/n) snort-laughed at Valās not-so-subtle comment, but grinned anyway. Her girlfriend wasnāt wrong- there were a few better ways to spend the evening. She turned and allowed Val to tug her down the street. Or, really, only as far as a few feet, before her implant filtered in a whole new sound for her to hear.
ā... Wait, snow CRUNCHES??ā
Val had to stop and laugh as her amazing, silly, and curious girlfriend started stomping around the snow piles along the sidewalk. The entire way back, they crunched snow and ice and listened to the too-soft pattering of falling snow.Ā
Needless to say, despite the crisp coolness of the air, their long walk home was most certainly one of their best ones.Ā
Hello everyone! Itās been a real hot second since yāall have heard from me, sorry about that. This school year has been,,,, OOF, to say the least.
For starters, I forgot to update that I was on hiatus because I was immediately busy, though my first semester went well. My second semester was really rough though, which was obviously worsened by COVID-19. For anyone who is wondering, yes I am currently safe and healthy, and in my area of the US weāre beginning to slowly open up (though my whole family and I are still wary, of course, as a second wave happening is still something that needs to be considered). With that said, I sincerely hope you are all safe and healthy as well!!
Iām also taking a summer class right now, so most of my attention from day-to-day is drawn to that. I am working on a request of two from the inbox, however! Theyāre just slow-going since Iām doing calculus for most of the day, and then of course busy or exhausted until bedtime. Hopefully after my summer class ends Iāll be back and with plenty of fics! I have quite a few to get around to, so thank you to everyone who actually sent a request in! I promise Iāll get to all of them, thank you <3Ā
But with that said, now that Iāve updated and that Iāll be back soon, Iām going to close requests for a little while. This is just so I can catch up without more requests piling up.Ā
All in all, thank you for putting up with my radio silence from this year! I did not mean to go silent- studying astrophysics is just a handful on itās own, on top of real life. Hopefully Iāll be back soon, but until then I hope you all stay safe and healthy! <3Ā
Oh Nonny, you always come and manage to brighten my day just a lil bit right when I need it š„ŗ
Iāve been doing good! Stressed bc my classes this year are very hw heavy and demand a lot of my attention and effort, which is why I havenāt posted any fic in a while. Honestly if I havenāt said it yet then Iām Iām on haiatus until Christmas, sorry boos :c Iām always taking prompts tho! My inbox is never full, so itās nice to see prompts to keep me going sometimes āŗļø
Otherwise, other than being stressed, I have been good! Iām making strides and Iām getting along well with my roommates and friends and family and itās been nice. Ty for the ask, sweet anon! Maybe someday soon Iāll be able to take a nice big break and just work on some fic for yāall, lmao, Ik waiting for me during college aināt always a fun ordeal š But truly, Nonny, I hope your day/week/month/ has been or will be great, ya hear? <3 ty again for the sweet ask!!
Please, I can't find your rules. Can you post it again? I really wanna send a request, you're really good šš„°
Of course, Nonny! Here are the rulesĀ (https://77marvelimagines.tumblr.com/rules) for ya, and I also recommend at least checking out my FAQĀ (https://77marvelimagines.tumblr.com/faq) in case you have any questions :DĀ
