18 birthday may 11, she/her, loves alastor (yes I know he's aroace but I don't care) speaks little Spanish, French, is learning to write stories but can't stop hitting writer block walls 😭😭😭 won't write 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 unless there is requests 🥲
Because of how long this part has become, I've made a second Master list That master list will be of updates and more request rules they'll be updated A LOT. (I apologize in advance for the spam notifications of the updates if you follow my posts/blog)
Hazbin Hotel
Alastor
Nothing here
Vox
Nothing here
Angel Dust (Platonic only)
Nothing here
Husk (platonic only)
Nothing here
Vox Machina
Vax'ildan
Nothing here
Once upon a time
Peter Pan
Nothing here
Killian Hook (platonic only)
Nothing here
Felix (platonic only)
Nothing here
Demon slayer
Muzan
Nothing here
Guitaro
Nothing here
Daki (platonic only)
Nothing here
Giyu
Nothing here
Akaza
Nothing here
Zenitsu
Nothing here
Twilight
Jasper
Nothing here
Jacob
Nothing here
Alec Volturi
Nothing here
Sonic characters
Shadow
Nothing here
Sonic
Nothing here
Tails
Nothing here
Sonic Villains
🌟 D6 Lost World
Avengers/MCU
Loki
🤪 The babysitter of Asgard female reader
Bucky
Nothing here
Eddie+Venom
Nothing here
Rise of the Guardians
Jack Frost
Nothing here
Pitch black
Nothing here
Evil Jack Frost (aka Jake)
Nothing here
How to train your dragon
Hiccup
Nothing here
Disney Moana
Maui
Nothing here
The Umbrella Academy
Five
Nothing here
Klaus
Nothing here
Diego
Nothing here
Harry Potter
Draco
Nothing here
Remus
Nothing here
Snape
Nothing here
Serious
Nothing here
Fred/+/George {[they both date you but not each other [Optional]}
Nothing here
Disney Zombies
Wyatt
Nothing here
Tails of Arcadia
Jim
Nothing here
Hisirdoux
Nothing here
My Hero Academia
Katsuki Bakugo
Nothing here
Denki Kaminari
Nothing here
Hawks
Nothing here
Dabi
Nothing here
Aizawa
Nothing here
Hitoshi Shinso
Nothing here
Eijirou Kirishima
Nothing here
Shoto Todoroki
Nothing here
Seven Deadly Sins
Meliodas
Nothing here
Harlequin
Nothing here
Zeldris
Nothing here
Others:
STRANGE MAGIC
bog king
Nothing here
DLOSK
Saiki Kusuo
Nothing here
SAO
Kirito
Nothing here
VAMPIRE DIARIES
Damon
Nothing here
Stephan
Nothing here
DESCENDANTS
Carlos
Nothing here
Harry
Nothing here
ENCANTO
Bruno
Nothing here
MLB
Adrien
Nothing here
Luka
🌸 “You Flirt Better In Text.” — Male Reader
MONSTER HIGH
Claud Wolf
Nothing here
Valentine
Nothing here
BIG HERO SIX
Hero
Nothing here
Tadashi
Nothing here
Fairy Tail
Natsu
Nothing here
Cirque Du Freak
Larten Crepsely
Nothing here 😭😭😭
The Amazing Digital Circus
Jax
Nothing here
Caine
Nothing here
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Any other characters I missed/you want me to check out that I haven't mentioned? Please comment or dm/send request 🤗
Just so y'all know who exactly I'll write for, and I'll write the following characters romantic AND Platonic unless otherwise stated☺ I'll only post character x reader stories IF I get requests and unfortunately I don't have any yet😭😭😭😭😭 I'll write any gender though I do perfer female as that's easier for me, but I'll write for male or gender neutral reader but they might not be as good as female. If there's more characters in the following films that I have not mentioned it means I'll only Write the unmentioned characters platonic or not at all Like *cough cough* Valentino, Voldemort, Edward Cullen, Merlin (7dso), Arthur Pendragon.
Please forgive my spelling I'm not exactly good
As for making the requests, I'll do anything, from;
story related questions
personal questions
Oc questions
Advice (though I'm not good at giving advice, I'll do my best)
Or something completely off topic from everything
However, I will not do any donations/sending money because I am broke (I keep buying so much from Temu) 😭
Key of what I WILL write:
✨SMUT/LEMONS
🌼COMFORT
🥀 ANGST
🌸 FLUFF
🤪 CRACK FIC: Refers to fanfiction that is intentionally absurd, silly, or over-the-top.
🌟 HEADCANON
🌌 AU
🎶 SONGFIC: I will try to do my best for SONGFICs, things won't be perfect, I've never written a SONGFIC before, but if you want me to write this with characters below then I only ask for multiple songs per story.
🌻 Healing fic: abused character x reader helping in some way or vise versa, or abused character x abused reader
⚠️ Triggered fanfic
What I WON'T write:
female/female/female romantic relationships in fanfiction. Ex. Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie x Fem! Reader romantic. Sorry but no. Only platonic if that's the case
male pregnancy
Cheating character x reader or vice versa
Pedophile
I'll try to write yandere but ilyk if I can't
@midnightking24 had dmd me and asked; what are your limits when it comes to nsfw or smut? Also can I request for other shows? And how many requests can I ask for? Now just to be sure, how do you feel about the following kinks? Male bondage, chastity cages, gags, public nudity, masturbation, hypnosis. Ill choose the ones that you're comfortable with.
For the NSFW (I keep forgetting exactly what that is) and for smut, as long as it's legal (no adult x teen/child) and it's consented however, I'll do mentions of abuse, but I won't go into details unless asked/nessasary, and as for as many requests as many as you want, other shows/book/series/movies/games ofc I'd like to expand my knowledge of them but it'll take a while due to me having to watch/research them also, when it comes to the smut stuff, depending on who it is, like a mobian, it'll take me longer to write about them and for the reader, I'd need clarification (ex, female, human etc)
Idk what male bondage is, but I can give it a try, as well as gags and hypnosis, I don't know much on masturbation, but I can try it out ig, I've also never written smut before, so it's going to take me an extremely long time to write, I had someone request a praise kink a few months ago, and I'm still trying to write it out. So the smut fics will unfortunately take a long time.
Key: Green= recent Red= important notes Orange= past updates
A/N:
Please don't send me requests to donate to you because you're going thrugh struggles, I am sorry for what you're going through but I cannot donate for financial reasons. (I'm broke)
Edit: March 25 2025
I am still here, but I have no idea what to write 😭 if you have any requests even if it's not for a x reader, if you have any questions or movies/shows/games I should check out please feel free to send me a request
Edit: March 2 2026
I am back and I'm going to try to be posting your requests Mondays and Fridays for now because I'm currently not working very often and things have calmed down at home where I can post regularly. 😊
Edit: April 13 2026
I am still here, again, I have no idea what to write, I'm in the process of moving because my house I'm renting is being put up for sale 🥲 I would like to keep some sort of schedule, posting Monday's and Tuesday's since those are the only days I'm off at the moment, but most likely, the schedule won't happen. Please, request anything, I want to pick up story writing but I've hit a huge writers block 😭. Because this post has become so long I'll make another Master list.
I heard you do Sonic characters x reader? I only saw the main squad, but I was wondering if you have any D6 x reader headcannons (any and all will do). They're pretty hated, so I understand if you don't.
I found this in my drafts and decided I'd post it I haven't played the games and I've never heard of them until now. Sorry this took so long😔. But here you go ☺
Deadly Six x Reader Headcanons
(Jealousy + realization + falling in love)
Zavok
Zavok does not notice when he begins favoring you. At first he simply assigns you closer to him during missions because you are “efficient.”
Eventually the others notice you are the only one allowed to question him without punishment. Zavok calls it “useful feedback.”
Zavok realizes something is different the first time you are injured in battle and he reacts before thinking, destroying the enemy far more violently than necessary.
He denies any emotional attachment. In his mind you are simply a valuable asset to protect.
However, if another member of the Deadly Six mocks you or tries to command you, Zavok shuts it down immediately. Only he decides your place.
If someone outside the group shows interest in you, Zavok becomes terrifyingly quiet. He will stand slightly closer to you and stare until the other person leaves.
Zavok never says “I love you.” Instead his version sounds like:
“You belong beside me. That is not a suggestion.”
When Zavok fully accepts his feelings, he begins consulting you on decisions that affect the entire Deadly Six.
To him, sharing power means absolute trust.
You become the only person he willingly lowers his guard around.
Zazz
Zazz realizes he likes you because you’re the only person who can keep up with his chaos.
At first he just thinks you're fun to drag into trouble.
The moment he realizes he actually cares is when you get hurt during one of his reckless stunts and he panics for half a second before covering it with laughter.
If someone flirts with you, Zazz immediately escalates things into a challenge or competition.
He’ll suddenly try to show off in ridiculous ways: smashing robots faster, jumping higher, doing dangerous tricks.
The others quickly notice that Zazz never lets anyone insult you.
Zazz falls in love loudly. He’s constantly around you, dragging you places and trying to make you laugh.
If you show affection back, he becomes a little stunned every time like he can’t believe someone actually likes him.
When he finally admits it, it comes out like:
“Don’t get weird about it or anything… but you're my favorite person to cause chaos with.”
Zeena
Zeena initially treats you like a mildly interesting distraction.
She doesn’t realize she likes you until she catches herself actually listening when you talk instead of tuning out.
If someone else gets your attention for too long, Zeena becomes visibly annoyed and interrupts with sarcastic remarks.
She claims she’s only hanging out with you because everyone else is boring.
When she starts falling for you, she begins pulling you into her personal space more often—leaning against you, sitting close, stealing your things.
If someone flirts with you she acts dismissive, but later she’ll complain about that person for hours.
Zeena expresses affection through attention. If she likes you, she always wants you nearby even if she pretends she doesn’t care.
Eventually she starts letting her guard down around you, showing moments where she’s less sarcastic and more honest.
Her closest thing to a confession would sound like:
“Ugh… don’t make this a big deal. I just prefer you over everyone else."
Zomom
Zomom likes you almost immediately because you're nice to him.
At first he thinks you're just a good friend who enjoys food with him.
He realizes he has feelings when someone insults you and he becomes genuinely angry instead of confused.
Zomom shows affection by constantly bringing you snacks he thinks you’ll like.
If someone else offers you food, he gets quietly competitive and tries to bring something better next time.
When you praise his cooking or share meals with him, he lights up like you’ve given him the greatest compliment in the world.
Zomom falling in love is very simple and sincere. He just wants you around while he eats, talks, or relaxes.
He becomes extremely protective if you’re in danger.
His confession is probably the most straightforward:
“I like eating with you. I like everything more when you're there."
Zik
Zik recognizes your potential almost immediately and begins mentoring you in small ways.
At first he believes his interest is purely intellectual.
He realizes his feelings when he finds himself worrying about your wellbeing during missions.
If someone dismisses you or underestimates you, Zik calmly corrects them with unsettling precision.
He enjoys quiet time with you more than anything else—training, discussing philosophy, or simply observing the world.
Jealousy shows in subtle ways. If someone monopolizes your attention, he may quietly interrupt with a question or lesson.
Zik falls in love slowly and thoughtfully.
To him, love means respect and shared growth.
When he finally acknowledges it, he says something like:
“Your presence improves my mind. That is… rare.”
Zor
Zor insists he doesn’t care about you.
He just happens to sit near you. Constantly.
He realizes he likes you when you disappear for a while and he notices the world feels even more miserable than usual.
If someone flirts with you, Zor becomes bitter and sarcastic toward that person immediately.
He denies jealousy, claiming everyone is equally annoying.
However, if you’re upset or hurt emotionally, he becomes noticeably darker and more hostile toward whoever caused it.
Zor falling in love is quiet and reluctant.
He never makes a big confession, but he slowly starts letting you see the rare moments when he isn’t hiding behind sarcasm.
The closest thing he gets to admitting it would be:
“…Everything’s terrible. But it’s slightly less terrible when you're around.”
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Hello! Saw you didnt have anything on your master-stroke nd would like to make a Luka(mlb) x male reader!
Context: Luka has a famous-ish online friend from Australia who's a Multimedia artist(dance/musician/singer/actor/writer etc, think Lin Manuel Miranda type shyt) and makes a surprise visit to Paris to visit Luka! He knows of Adrian, Chloe and their families, as well as Luka's family. Reader is fun-loving, funny, badass and the realist person ever, no bs, and is open-minded. His attitude is like "okay, i love you, but this here is a problem and I need you work on getting better bestie."
Plot:Luka and reader have been flirting online and they discuss it irl and thing get heated.
SORRY I KNOW ITS A LOT IM VERY PICKY IM SORRY! your welcome to adjust it however you want to suit your comfort level 😇
YES absolutely — Luka x male reader with confident, talented Aussie bestie energy?? Say less. 🎸🇦🇺✨
🎶 “You Flirt Better In Text.” — Luka Couffaine x Male Reader
Luka knew the sound of your laugh before he saw you.
He heard it somewhere behind him on the Seine — bright, sharp, a little cocky. The kind of laugh that didn’t ask permission to exist.
He froze mid-strum.
No.
It couldn’t be.
He turned slowly.
And there you were.
Leaning casually against a lamppost like you hadn’t just flown across the world. Hands in your jacket pockets. That stupidly confident half-smile on your face.
“Australia’s a long way from Paris, rockstar.”
Luka blinked.
“…Y/N?”
You pushed off the post and walked toward him like you owned the city.
“In the flesh.”
He stood up too fast, nearly knocking his guitar over. You caught it automatically.
“Still dramatic,” you teased.
“You’re here,” he said instead, voice quieter than expected.
“Surprise.”
He stared at you like you were something fragile and impossible.
You had always been pixels. Video calls. Late-night songwriting sessions across time zones. Flirting in comments. Voice notes at 3AM.
And now you were real.
Close.
Too close.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“Wouldn’t be a surprise if I did, yeah?”
He huffed a soft laugh — then suddenly pulled you into a hug.
It was firm. Immediate. Like he’d been wanting to do that for months.
You stiffened for half a second — then relaxed into it.
He smelled like saltwater and wood and something warm.
“Missed you,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” you said, quieter now. “Missed you too.”
Time Skip
You were on the Liberty deck, legs stretched out, city lights reflecting in the water.
You’d met his sister. His friends. You’d even shaken Adrien’s hand.
“You’re real,” Luka said again, watching you.
“I’ve always been real.”
“You feel different.”
You raised a brow. “Different good or different bad?”
“Different… intense.”
You smirked. “You flirt better in text.”
He blinked.
“Oh?”
“Online you’re all mysterious poet. In person?” You leaned closer. “You blush.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
He looked away — and that alone proved your point.
You bumped his shoulder.
“So. We gonna talk about it?”
“About what?”
“About how we’ve been dancing around this for months.”
Silence.
The tension shifted.
No more playful edge.
Just real.
“You’re not just my friend,” you said bluntly. “And I don’t do blurry lines.”
Luka swallowed. “I know.”
“You call me at two in the morning just to hear my voice.”
He didn’t deny it.
“You get jealous when I mention other guys.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“And you,” you added softly, “look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m already yours.”
The air changed.
Luka leaned forward slowly, hands bracing on the wood behind you.
“And what if I want you to be?”
There it was.
Not text.
Not pixels.
His voice.
Low.
Steady.
You didn’t back away.
“Then say it properly.”
He searched your face like he was reading lyrics.
“I don’t want to flirt anymore,” he said quietly. “I want something real. With you.”
You held his gaze.
“You sure you can handle real?”
He moved closer.
Close enough that your knees brushed.
“I think I’ve been handling it for months.”
Your heartbeat picked up.
You were usually the confident one. The grounded one. The “okay, I love you but fix your issues” guy.
But right now?
You were very aware of how close his mouth was.
“You flew across the world for me,” he said softly.
“I was touring Europe.”
“You rearranged your schedule.”
“…Maybe.”
He smiled at that.
Gentle.
Dangerous.
“You matter,” he said.
Not dramatic.
Not poetic.
Just honest.
You reached up and grabbed his shirt lightly.
“Then stop looking at me like you’re afraid to touch me.”
He didn’t hesitate again.
His hand slid to your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheek — slow, like he was making sure you were still real.
“You’re not a screen,” he murmured.
“Nope.”
“You’re not a fantasy.”
“Definitely not.”
He exhaled softly — and then he kissed you.
It wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t wild.
It was months of tension finally landing somewhere.
Warm.
Certain.
Your fingers tightened in his shirt automatically.
When he pulled back, your foreheads rested together.
Hello, I hope you are having a good day. If you are taking fanfic requests (if not, that's completely fine, just ignore this). I've got an MCU crack fanfiction request that can also be a fluff one as well. So basically, the premise is that Loki has been made either a kindergarten/daycare teacher or just a generic babysitter (the reason can be up to you). Unfortunately for Loki, the kids he is in charge of keeping alive, well fed, and unharmed are just as if not more chaotic than he is. [Loki does fill the kids up with sugar just before the parents arrive as his little form of revenge/prank].
For whatever reason, he and his little minions/students are on an excursion, where they end up at a McDonald's. Loki has already got his little group of 6 kids happy meals and let's them go between eating their food and playing on the playground, with Loki every so often using magic to prevent any injuries (he really doesn't want to deal with any medical dramas or crying. [That's what he tells himself anyway]). Loki is minding their table full of happy meals, with a takeaway coffee in one hand (he needs the caffeine), and a sleeping toddler in the other arm. [He somehow got the most energetic toddler in Midguard to sleep, and he really doesn't want to ruin it. The sleeping child gives him a bit of a break from the toddler's usual chaos].
That's when Loki sees the Avengers, with his big brother, walk into the same McDonald's (Tony wanted a cheeseburger). The last thing he wants is to be spotted by them, (his brother would tease him relentlessly if he saw him now). Unfortunately for him, his minions aren't exactly the definition of quiet, and excitedly run and talk to the Avengers and bragging that "Uncle Loki" even brought them ice cream, maybe he can buy the Avengers ice cream too, and "look how many stickers I put on Loki, I made him pretty", etc. Loki stood no chance in not being spotted. There, Loki is decorated in the stickers and paint scribbles from some of his minions' previous "makeovers," sitting in his current position, with the toddler sleeping peacefully on his chest. Now, with the entire Avengers and his brother looking directly at him. The worst thing for him is that they are walking towards him. Loki is never going to live this down. He is Loki of Asguard, and his is burdened with .....these children?
Sorry if the request was too long. I just thought it would be a funny situation. It's kind of a paternal Loki kind of situation. It doesn't have to be a long fanfic. It can be as short or as long as you like. It can be in any characters' perspective or even third person. The choice is entirely up to you. The request is very flexible.
Thank you for the request! This is my very first request I have ever gotten thank you so so so so so much! 😍😍😍I love this little idea! Sorry it's late though I haven't been on this app very often but I'm back now sorry for the delay. enjoy😊
𝑻𝒉𝒆 bAbYsItTeR 𝒐𝒇 𝐀𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝
A reader x Loki
No one talks about how Loki became a babysitter.
It certainly wasn’t in any prophecy.
It started with boredom.
And six abandoned children.
Y/N was exhausted.
Single mother of six, working five jobs, surviving on caffeine and willpower. When her usual childcare fell through, she hired a babysitter through an app — a woman named Viva.
Viva was glamorous in an artificial way. Long bleached curls, sharp eyeliner, loud perfume. She talked fast, smiled wide, and seemed far more interested in her phone than in the children she’d been paid to supervise.
“Kids are easy,” she had said with a dismissive wave. “I’ll just take them somewhere fun.”
She took them to McDonald’s.
She ordered them Happy Meals.
And then she left with some punk dude who offered her more money and free WiFi. So, of course she'd abandon the kids at the local MC Donalds, which was completely empty except for the workers who weren't paying her any attention. Because why would she, a twenty one year old want to stick around and babysit six kids under five?
Loki had not intended to visit Midgard that day.
He had intended to sit in the corner of a mortal establishment, sip coffee, and enjoy the anonymity.
Instead, he noticed six children sitting alone at a long table. No adult. No supervision. One toddler trying to climb onto the table. Another shaking a soda cup way too hard it was bound to explode at any moment.
He sighed.
“Surely,” Loki muttered into his coffee, “this is none of my concern.”
One of the children made eye contact.
And it was over for him.
He was now involved.
He used subtle magic to prevent injuries. Fries that would have fallen simply hovered. A tipped chair righted itself. A spill redirected itself mid-air.
After ten minutes, one of the older kids leaned toward him.
“Are you a wizard?”
“I am many things,” Loki replied dryly.
“Our babysitter left.”
That got his full attention.
“Left?” His voice dropped, dangerously smooth. “Define left.”
“She said she had something more important to do.”
Another kid piped up helpfully, “She said we were old enough to handle it!”
The toddler was chewing on a napkin.
Loki pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Do you possess a parental contact number?”
The children, who have not yet completely grasped the concept of stranger danger, happily handed him one of their phones.
...
Y/N answered on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Yes,” Loki said calmly, though there was a thread of frost in his tone. “Are you aware your offspring are currently unattended at a McDonald’s?”
Silence.
Then —
“What?”
Her voice cracked.
“I am with them. They are unharmed. Your hired guardian, however, is not.”
Y/N arrived fifteen minutes later, breathless and pale.
She rushed in, counting heads, checking faces, kneeling to hug each child.
Then she looked up at Loki.
He stood tall, elegant, composed — surrounded by half-eaten Happy Meals.
“I— I’m so sorry,” she said immediately. “I’m a single mom. I just needed a break. I thought she was reliable. I— I don’t know what to say.”
Loki studied her.
She looked tired. Not careless. Not cruel. Just overwhelmed.
“You may begin,” he said coolly, “by never employing that woman again.”
She nodded rapidly. “She’s fired. Absolutely fired.”
There was a pause.
One of the kids tugged Loki’s coat.
“Can he babysit us instead?”
Y/N blinked.
Loki blinked slower.
“This is absurd,” Loki began.
The toddler grabbed his finger.
He did not pull away.
“…I suppose,” he said stiffly, “I have demonstrated competence.”
And that was how Loki of Asgard became a hired babysitter and Y/Ns best friend.
Time Skip — A Few Months Later
Loki had rules.
No permanent injuries.
No sugar without purpose.
No crying unless absolutely necessary.
He was, regrettably, excellent at this.
The children adored him.
Y/N trusted him.
And once a week, he took them to McDonald’s to give her a quiet, relaxing evening at the spa.
He sat at their usual table now — coffee in one hand, a sleeping toddler sprawled across his chest.
The other five rotated between eating and the indoor play structure.
Loki was decorated.
Again.
Stickers dotted his sleeves. One glittery butterfly was pressed firmly to his cheek. Someone had drawn on his hand with washable marker.
He allowed it.
The toddler stirred against him. He adjusted automatically, one hand resting protectively along the small back.
He pretended not to notice how natural it felt.
That was when the doors opened.
The Avengers walked in.
Tony Stark, mid-sentence. Natasha beside him. Steve scanning the room automatically.
Thor stepped in last.
And froze.
“Brother?”
Loki did not look up immediately.
He took one slow sip of coffee.
Then he raised his eyes.
Yes.
He was covered in stickers.
Yes.
He was holding a sleeping toddler.
Yes.
Five other children immediately ran toward the Avengers yelling:
“Uncle Loki brought us ice cream!”
“Look how pretty we made him!”
“He uses magic to stop us from falling!”
Thor’s face went through seven emotions in three seconds.
Tony’s mouth fell open.
“…Is this a hostage situation?” Tony asked carefully.
"Should we call 911?" Bruice asked, worriedly, already pulling out his phone to dial 911.
“It is childcare,” Loki replied icily.
Thor walked closer, staring down at the toddler curled against Loki’s chest.
“…You look… content.”
“I look exhausted.”
Natasha crossed her arms, smirking. “You’ve got glitter on your jaw.”
“Do not speak of it.”
Steve blinked at the stickers. “Is that a unicorn?”
“Silence.”
The children swarmed around Loki again, one climbing into his side. Another leaning against his leg.
He did not push them away.
Thor’s smile turned soft.
“You would have made a fine prince.”
“I am still a prince.”
“With children,” Thor clarified.
Loki scoffed — but gently adjusted the toddler again when they shifted.
The door chimed again.
Y/N stepped inside.
She had come early.
And she stopped.
There he was.
Loki of Asgard — God of Mischief — covered in stickers, surrounded by happy children, carefully holding a sleeping toddler while arguing with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.
She covered her mouth to hide a laugh.
Then she didn’t bother.
A soft giggle escaped instead.
Loki looked over.
Their eyes met.
He looked faintly horrified.
She looked warm.
“You’re very good with them,” she said gently.
“I tolerate them,” he corrected.
A child hugged his leg.
He didn’t move.
Y/N smiled wider.
Thor leaned toward her conspiratorially.
“He is fond of them.”
“I am not,” Loki snapped immediately.
The toddler made a small sleepy noise and clutched his coat tighter.
Loki froze.
Carefully — so carefully — he rested his chin lightly against the child’s hair.
“…They are manageable,” he amended.
Y/N’s expression softened completely.
And in that loud, chaotic McDonald’s — Loki did not look like a villain.
Them: hey, are you a writer, reader or artist of some sort?
Me: Uh.... Yes...? I'm a fanfic reader and a writer sort of an artist but I'm not that good...
Them: have you ever wanted to put all of your OCs together in one photo? So that you can have all of your history and works together so you can see how you've developed over the years?
Me: no, I've never had that idea before... But... That's a good idea I guess... But I don't know when or where my OCs would be... And I don't know when I wrote them/made them.
Them: that's okay, you don't have to write their dates or names, but you can put them together on one photo, I think that would be really cool!
Me: really?
*Four days later*
Me: so... I put all of my OCs together!
Them: ... it was just a joke...
Me: well I took it litterly. But you want to see?
Them: yes please!
Me:
Why dont you guys repost this with all of your OCs in one photo? If your not an artist and your a writer you could write the names of all your characters instead! 🤔
I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
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A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
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With deep gratitude,
@nadinfamily
I am so sorry for what happened to you and your home but I cannot send money to anyone because I am broke AF 😭😭😭😭😭 I hope things get better for you though! Hugs from Canada 🤗🤗🤗🤗.
I made an update on Alanah. She has three forms now.
P. S. I'm not good at drawing and I used an old base I had saved on Ibis paint x. If you recognize the base ideas please tag the owner or the app because I don't remember where I got the image basses. I colored them and added clothes to them!
Human form
Normal demon form (imagine blue and brown)
Overlord/Queen form (just imagine white hair like the girl from disney Zombies)
I'm going to come out of my comfort zone now. Here's a picture of my new OC, Alanah.
I'll do an update of her in her overboard/scary demon form later, but she's queen of the Wrath ring and Alastor's wife from when they were alive. What do you think?
I'm out of ideas at the moment but I'm trying to find some stories with anemic reader x Bucky from MCU and/or anemic reader x Loki from the MCU and there was only 2 stories 😭😭😭 and the others weren't even anemic related 😭😭😭. I just want a one shot/series of Bucky x Anemic Reader! And a vampire version too! Same for Loki but I don't want a Loki x Bucky x Anemic reader. Just the stories be seperate.
If you have any ideas for a
Vampire Bucky x anemic reader
Human Bucky x anemic reader
God Loki x anemic reader
Vampire God Loki x anemic reader
Vampire Loki x anemic reader
into a scene/story from the movies and create a oneshot/series please tag me!
I might also write a oneshot/series of either Human Bucky x anemic reader or Vampire Bucky x anemic reader or God Loki x anemic reader or Vampire Loki x anemic reader depending on the requests/votes 😉
P. S I can only write the reader as a she/her as that is my pronouns and it's easier sorry guys 😭😭😭😭
Author's Notes: This is a story based off one of my recent tiktoks. My tiktok is retrointhenow, the same as my tunblr here! I have tried shifting before and have yet to be successful. I don't have tips for shifting. I'm also not interested in making a part two for this so please don't ask.
POV : Pan figured out youve been shifting #retrointhenow #OUAT #ouatofficial #onceuponatime #onceuponatimeedit #ouatedits #neverland #peterpan #peterpanouat #robbiekay #felixouat #parkercroft #skylargisondo #devinouat #wendydarling #wendyouat #yn #ynpov #neverland #fyp #foryoupage
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"Come on." I groaned staring at my ceiling. It's been about a week since my last shift to Neverland. Things went exactly as I wanted them, I set my timeline as a nice calm period. I had everything I wanted. The boys were nice, the mermaids haven't tried to drown me yet, and life was good. Recently I've had trouble shifting back, time moved slowly in Neverland compared to my actual reality, but I think Peter is starting to catch on.
There was a two month break between shifts and Peter heavily questioned where I was. Thankfully I was able to blame the met,aids but I couldn't use that excuse again. Sometime I forget that the language dialect is different that what I'm use to so I'll slip up when I'm talking. I think that's part of what gives me away. At least I wrote down in my scripts that my clothing was different.
Finally I was able to relax and dream of Neverland. It's hard to describe how I get there. But it's like someone turns on a light and then I'm there.
The island was hot and humid today. I analyzed the terrain surrounding me and noticed that I wasn't to far from dead man's peak. A long hike back to base camp. Without a doubt Peter knew I have arrived. He knew everything that happened on his island.
"Y/n ? That you?" I heard someone call. I walked toward the voice and Devin ran around a tree.
"Oh hey Dev! Beautiful day today isn't it ?" I smiled and joined him on his duties. Devin was my best friend, without me writing that in. He was the first to greet me and actually welcome me to the island.
The boys were a little skeptical about a girl arriving in Neverland. Of course Wendy was there, but Peter only kept her as collateral for the Darling boys. Peter had no agenda for me though.
"Don't tell him I said this. But I think Pan has been worried about you." Devin picked some berries.
"How so ?" I worked at another bush. Of course I wanted Peter to like me, but I decided to let it happen naturally. It's my own desired reality where I could control anything but I wanted something to feel real. Besides, I want to know how he would really feel about me.
"He's been running around the island searching for you. He's had quite the bad attitude as well." He frowned and stood up. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Pan cares about you." I passed my bowl to him and rolled my eyes.
"I would like to think so, but Peter has quite the attitude without me being present. Besides, we was probably doing his island perimeter checks." My heart swelled with joy at the though. Could he actually like me ? No, no he's too busy. But Devin wouldn't lie to me. Then again he is a boy. Best not to get my hopes up.
Together Devin and I made to long trek back to the camp. We talked about what happened since I left last. Fortunately he was easy to gaslight and confuse about my whereabouts. I just took pieces of what he said and included them into 'my' story about where I was. From what I gathered Felix has been running the camp as Pan hasn't been around recently. Could that be because of me ? No, I'm stretching to read between the lines.
"Hey Y/n, long time no see huh?" Felix greeted me. I felt myself flush with worry.
"Not such a long time. I'm never too far away." I tried to play it off. It's hard to live two realities simultaneously. Sometimes I mix up my realities and say the wrong thing. One time I was talking to my real world friends about Felix, forgetting that he doesn't truly exist.
We all hung around camp for a while, tidying up and finishing up the daily chores Pan had set for the day. Pan had yet to make his grand appearance since I've shown up.
"Rumor had it, Y/n, that Pan is avoiding you." Jack, one of the older boys, nudged me.
"Huh? What do you mean avoiding me ?" I picked my head up from the fire and looked at the lost boy.
"I don't know, but no one has seen you for a good two days. Since then he's had this twisted look on his face. Kinda perplexed." He threw sticks into the fire.
You know the saying " speak of the devil and he shall appear"? I tend to think that's true, cause right after Jack said that Pan waltzed in. Everyone went silent, only the crackling of the bonfire could be heard, Aline with the island creatures too.
"Carry on." Pan said. Slowly the noise picked back up. He walked to his tent. The boys started dancing as the sound of the Pan pipe started. Peter played a slow and mesmerizing rendition of the iconic 3 note Peter Pan melody.
"You should go talk to him." Felix sat next to me. I peeled my eyes open as I started to fall asleep.
"About what ?" Pan continued to play soothing songs. He knows how much I love listening to him play.
"Come on. I'm not stupid. I know you like him, and I believe with a best friends intuition that he likes you to." He gave me a comforting smile.
"It would never work anyway." I shrugged.
"You never know. He fronts whoever he's near you. Tries to act tough. But behind closed huts, he thinks about you." Felix stood up and brought me with him. "If things don't work out you can alway, according to Pan "go back to your world". " I felt my body stiffen. No way. I mean, yes Pan somehow knows everything, but he can't know about my world. Or that I even exist outside of Neverland. Might have to make a note about that when I wake up.
I drug myself to Pan's hut and nervously opened the tarp.
"Need some company?" I poked my head in.
"I think you're gonna come in anyway." He sat his flute down and walked to his desk.
"Observant I see." I fully stepped into his room. I had seen his hut before but never fully pictured it. He had a small bed and a decent desk cluttered with papers. He whisked his arm over the desk and the parchment disappeared, most likely to his desk in the Thinking Tree. The thinking tree is his actual home, he only stays in the camp hut for temporary reasons.
"Is there something I can help you with ?" He sighed and turned towards me. Looking directly at me for the first time today. His Forrest green eyes searched my being. I made my way around the hut before sitting on the twin sized bed.
"You haven't spoken to me today." I crossed my legs and cleaned the dirt from under my fingernails. I heard the creaking of his wooden desk from him sitting on it.
"Where do you go ? When you leave here ?"
"I don't-"
"Bullshit." He stopped me. "I know everything Y/n. You often forget that." I folded my hands together and chewed on my lip.
"Something's are unknowable. Even unexplainable." I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't be able to figure anything out. He cracked a smile, he got me. I know magic can pass through the fairytale realms, even to a place where magic certainly doesn't exist ?
"I know you're not really here. In Neverland. You go somewhere else when you disappear for days at a time. Especially that time you left for two weeks. I feel it." He hopped off the desk and walked towards me.
"I'm right here. Sitting in front of you. You're looking right at me." I challenged him. If I learned one thing, it was how to battle with Pan, verbal and physical. I felt my face heat up, my tell.
"I might be looking at you Y/n, but I'm not seeing you. You have this thousand yard stare and sometimes it's like you're not even here." Thousand yard stare ? I just get lost in my own mind sometimes. Unfortunately I fell weak to Peter Pan, no matter what. I could hang with Peter and his games just long enough but I always fell short just before the finish line. Always fumbling the bag.
"You always knew too much for your own good." I smiled sadly. Would I break his heart if I told him he wasn't real in my life ? Even though I had been visiting Neverland for months it felt like years. I felt like I had a second family, I had real fun being with the boys, living in a land of magic was indeed enchanting.
"I know that if we lived in the same reality that maybe we could be together like you want." He stroked my hair and lifted my head to look at him. I tried my hardest to not look at him. He knew, and it broke my heart instead. "Look at me Y/n." I slowly dragged my eyes to look at him, tears filled my waterline.
"Do you think that could actually happen ? Us being together if I was truly here ?" My voice faltered with each word. It feels wrong to ask that. Knowing it's not real to me. I have a real life, not this made up fabricated dream world.
He had moved his index finger from under my chin to my cheek to cup it. He gently stroked his thumb across the area, catching a stray tear. "I think friends don't look at each other the way we do unless we wanted something more." His voice was soft and soothing.
I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. Everything felt so real. "It could never work. It wouldn't be real. For either of us." His other hand held mine.
"For what it's worth. It feels real when we're together."
So was it wrong for us to lead each other on like that ? Pretending what we had was real ? Maybe so, but neither of us had been happier than in the moments we spent together.
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But eventually I went back to my reality and left Peter in his. I still get visions in my dream of him, but that's all they are. I haven't even tried to shift in months. But we knew this would happen at some point. You can't postpone the inevitable. Now it's time to move on. Move on from something that never truly happened.
Peter's POV
"She's not coming back. Is she?" Felix stood next to me, staring at her empty hut.
"No. But she'll never forget us. We're always going to be a part of her." Felix nodded and walked off to join the other boys. I'll find where she came from, I'll search for her and bring her back.
Until then I'll watch her hut. Waiting for her to walk out, waiting for her to come home.
“When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night
With your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife
And when you think about me, all of those years ago
You’re standing face to face with “I told you so"”
THE ENTIRE SONG BUT THIS PART IS HITTING A BIT MORE THEN USAUAL
look away cause we forgot
the apathy thats tied in knots
hearing now our every thought
*canned laughter*
@outlying-hyppocrate @cotards-daydream @thenewborndeity
Thunder bringerrrr here to ring yourr ears until you’re deaf with fear and spear you while your death is near. Lighting wielderrr here to YEILDD YOURR time for you have past your prime sublime you for your act of crimeee
I have wasted time I have seen my use. I have packaged and sold. Every part of me suffered a lifetime of abuse. I have lost myself. I have worshiped at your feet and here. I am standing on top of the world with some bitches to defeat
I’ve played the game. I’ve won it all. They’ve screamed my name. They bought the doll. I’ve ceased the day now I’ve got one thing left to say.
