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I havenât posted in forever Iâm in a better headspace but in the year of 2026, I have covid! Like omg it probably was when I went goodwill shopping but like lucky me huh.
Ner naak Masterlist
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Ner naak means âMy peaceâ in Mandoâa.Â
The Mandalorian Masterlist.
Christmas Gift Masterlist. : Dialogues that could have happened in Ner naak but didnât.
Last chapter: Chapter 14 // 06.05.2026Â
Available on AO3 â> Here
Pairing : Din Djarin x earthling!reader (platonic)
Warnings : none.
Summarize : Din Djarin meets you, an earthling, with no idea of the existence of an outer space. (Din Djarin x earthling!reader)
First Book: HORIZON
Chapter 1 : Beskar.
Chapter 2 :Â Meâsen.
Chapter 3 : Yaim.
Chapter 4 : Mando.Â
Chapter 5 : Cabur.Â
Chapter 6 : Buir.Â
Chapter 7, first part : Vaarâtur.Â
Chapter 7, second part : Geâcatra.Â
Chapter 8 : Grogu.Â
Chapter 9 : Haaâtaylir.Â
Chapter 10 : Karâtayl.Â
Chapter 11 : Nu dajunâla.Â
Chapter 12 : Haaâit.
Chapter 13 : Ranovâla.
Chapter 14 : Baâslan.Â
Second Book: DUSK
Chapter 1 (work in progress)
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Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Coraline Reader
You're the newest member of the Batfam, yet you feel like an outsider. They don't treat you like family, leaving you neglected. The feelings of isolation get worse with the absence of your best friend from school. One day, you stumble upon a peculiar doll, which unexpectedly opens the door to a whole other world. You find a version of your family that actually acknowledges you and likes you.
However, your original family has taken notice of the small doll, and they're more than a little concerned.
Warning: Yandere themes (stalking, obsession, & other similar things), kids get hurt (it's Coraline, you know the story)
Chapter 1 - The Doll Chapter 2 -The Tunnel Chapter 3 - The Scanner Chapter 4 - The House Chapter 5 - The Meal Chapter 6 - The Show Chapter 6.5 - Roll the Tapes! Chapter 7 - The Footage Chapter 8 - The Argument Chapter 9 - The Escape Chapter 9.5 - Bedside Support
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Chapter 1: I'll Find My Way To You
Yan!Platonic!Batfam X Neglected!Fem!Reader.
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Warnings: mentions of negligence/abuse. Some of the things may be triggering.
Do you see what you have to fear, child? He sent you here for me to improve you. For you to become a daughter he will be proud of.
Two hundred and sixty weeks⌠One thousand eight hundred and twenty five days⌠forty three thousand eight hundred hours⌠That's the time you've been there. Days merged together after the first month being in the room. Father wonât come for me right? Iâm tiredâŚ
Father. What a foreign word. It is not like he acted like one for you, maybe for Richard and Jason. But not you, you don't deserve it.
Dad⌠I don't remember his face. Bringing your hands to your eyes, your long uncut and uneven nails drew harsh lines from your under eyes until your chin. Jay⌠I also don't remember his face and certainly not his voice.
How dare you forget him. You can forget everything and everyone, but not him. No, never him. Your hero, your older brother.
Your thoughts came to halt after hearing the slow steps on the corridor. He is here again. Your body began to tremble, eyes already drifting from reminiscence to numbness.
I want to go home⌠I donât have a home⌠Home is where Jayjay isâŚ
Dark Firelord Zuko x Isekai'ed Modern Reader
The first thing you noticed was the heat.
Not the comfortable warmth of a blanket pulled too tight, not the dry bite of a heater left on overnight.
This was living heat, thick and amber, pressing against your skin like a second layer you hadn't asked for. The second thing you noticed was the ceiling. Lacquered wood. Red silk hangings. An oil lamp swaying on a chain of hammered bronze.
Not your apartment, the room looks like it's from a completely different time era.
You sat up so fast the room tilted, and the silk sheets pooled around your waist.
A room materialized around you in pieces, a carved vanity, a screen painted with twin phoenixes, shuttered windows bleeding gold light through their slats. A tray of food sat on the low table nearby. Someone had been anticipating your consciousness.
The door opened before you could fully panic.
He was younger than you expected, given the room. Given everything. He couldn't have been more than a few years older than you, but the way he carried himself, straight spine, measured steps, one hand clasped behind his back, made the space rearrange itself around him like the room itself was paying attention. A scar pulled at the left side of his face, pink and permanent.
He looked at you the way someone looks at a problem they have already decided to solve.
"You're awake," he stated with a small smile.
"Where am I?" Your voice came out rougher than you intended.
"The Fire Nation Capital." He moved to stand near the window, not approaching, not retreating. "The palace, specifically. You were found unconscious near the outer gates three days ago. The guards assumed you were a threat." A pause, something flickering through his expression. "You were not a threat."
Fire Nation Capital? You have never heard of a palace like this before in geography.
Three days. You touched your own face, half-expecting to find something different.
"I don't... I'm not from here. I don't know how I got here. I don't know where here is, exactly, I mean I've never heard of..." You stopped. That sentence had no safe ending.
He watched you flounder with patience that didn't quite look like kindness. "You'll stay in the palace," he said, as if the matter had been considered and settled long before this conversation. "Until we understand how you arrived and where you belong."
"You don't have to do that."
The sentence was said with a desperate voice which sounded like 'Please don't throw me out!'
"I know. But it is not honorable to leave a lady in need."
He left before you could find the words for the particular feeling that sentence left behind.
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Weeks became a month.
The palace was enormous and you were given a corner of it: the room, an adjoining bathing chamber, a small garden terrace that looked out over red rooftops cascading down toward the harbor.
You were not a prisoner. No one said you were a prisoner. But the world outside those walls was entirely illegible to you, the currency, the customs, the way people spoke around you like you were something fragile that had arrived without instructions.
Also people bended elements like Zuko who bends fire, and bending is something you are unable to do in any way or form.
And so you stayed.
Fire Lord Zuko or simple Zuko, you kept having to remind yourself, which felt absurd and then slowly stopped feeling absurd, checked on you with a regularity that was either conscientious or deliberate.
You hadn't yet decided which. He answered your questions about the world with the directness of someone who had run out of patience for anything indirect, and you found that, unexpectedly, you preferred it. He didn't soften things. He didn't perform warmth.
When he sat across from you at dinner and told you the history of the war like it was something he needed to say out loud to someone who had no prior judgment about it, you understood it was a different kind of intimacy than most people offered.
You thought, sometimes, that you were beginning to understand this world and it might not be that different from the world you came from.
But mostly you understood Zuko.
Or at least you thought you understood him.
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He came to your terrace one evening near the end of your second month.
The sun was going down and taking the heat with it, and the harbor below had gone from silver to copper to something deeper, and you were watching it with the specific pleasure of someone who has learned not to take anything for granted.
You heard his footsteps before you saw him, as you had learned his footsteps patterns.
"You look like you're thinking," he said.
"I'm always thinking."
He came to stand beside you at the railing. For a while he said nothing, which was one of the things about him you had come to understand.
The silences were never empty with Zuko. They were weighted, working.
"There is something I need to discuss with you." He said it to the harbor.
"Okay."
"The servants talk." He paused. "The court notices things. You've been living in the palace for two months. You eat with me. You walk the grounds with me." Another pause, shorter. "They have come to certain conclusions about the nature of your stay."
You turned to look at him. "What kind of conclusions?"
His jaw moved. "The kind that have become difficult to ignore. Word travels fast in the capital. There are rumors in the city now about a woman living in the Fire Lord's wing." He finally turned to look at you. In the low gold light, the scar looked less like damage and more like topography, just part of the landscape of him. "It puts you in a complicated position. Without status and protection."
Your stomach did something uncomfortable. "Zuko..."
"I've thought about this carefully." He said it with the clipped certainty of someone who had, in fact, thought about it carefully, and did not want to be interrupted mid-conclusion. "The most practical solution, the one that resolves the problem entirely, is marriage."
The word landed in the warm air between you and just sat there.
"Marriage," you repeated.
"You don't know the outer city. You don't know how things work here. If you were to leave the palace without status, you would be..." He stopped. Looked back at the harbor. "Vulnerable. People would take advantage. The simplest way to protect you, to make it impossible for anyone to use your position against you, is to give you a position that cannot be questioned."
You stared at the side of his face. He stared at the harbor.
"If you don't want that," he said, and something in his voice changed register very slightly, "I'll find another solution. But it would be more complicated."
You thought about the city below, which you didn't know. You thought about the currency you didn't have, the language you were still learning at the edges, the fact that you had arrived here with nothing and been handed warmth and silk and someone's careful, unasked-for attention.
"Okay," you said.
He finally looked at you. Something moved behind his good eye and vanished before you could name it.
"Okay," he repeated, quieter.
The sun went below the harbor. Somewhere in the city below, lanterns were beginning to come on.
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There were no rumors.
His head secretary, would have mentioned it. His advisors, who watched the city's pulse like old men watching weather, would have brought it to council.
The servants' gossip ran through the palace like water through stone and none of it, none of it, had ever surfaced in any report about a woman in the Fire Lord's east wing.
Zuko knew this.
He had known it when he rehearsed the conversation on his terrace the night before, parsing the words until they sat right.
He had known you would agree because you had the faith of someone who did not yet understand how the world here worked, who was relying on the one person in it she knew.
He stood at the window of his own chamber long after you'd retired for the evening.
It wasn't something he was proud of, exactly.
But you had arrived with nothing, out of nowhere, and the palace was the only world you knew, and he had watched you for two months learning to trust this place, learning to trust him, and the thought of you leaving, of someone else finding you first, of you being out in the city where he couldn't...
He stopped that thought, it's already decided that you would become his wife.
He was the Fire Lord. He had spent enough of his life doing things he wasn't proud of for reasons that seemed, at the time, like the only available reasons.
Zuko went to his desk and began drafting the announcement.
He was not his father. Zuko had told himself this so many times it had become something close to prayer. He was not his father. He had ended the war, burned the war councils and rebuilt the ministries and sat across from Aang in rooms full of people who had every reason to hate him and done the work anyway, year after year, because that was what it meant to not be his father.
Zuko also promised himself he would find a way to deserve being your husband. He told himself he would spend however long it took making the cage into something that didn't feel like one. He told himself this was different.
Omega!Reader
đľB-side to Alpha!Soldat
Omega!Reader, who remains unbonded, despite the years passing and the whispers that maybe something's wrong with her.
Omega!Reader, who tried with alphas who seemed decent enough. But every time felt empty. Like going through motions the body was supposed to crave, but her mind couldn't quite find the appeal.
Omega!Reader, who works in the back kitchen of the bakery, kneading dough and glazing pastries where the public can't see her. It's safer that way. Quieter.
Thereâs something pitiful about seeing the taskforceâs new weapons specialist mope around so sadly all the time.
People ask whatâs wrong, they ask how work is going, but no one actually wants to hear about the nitty gritty details of it all. They don't really care about how you struggle to get out of your workshop most days. Nor do they care much when you mention how hard it is to continue working when the products youâre asked to use make you feel so ill. Itâs always a mild, âoh no.â At best, and then they're asking you to hurry up with their request or the like.
Maybe they feel good, because they were nice enough to ask you how you wereâ that they extended their time to you. Well, you don't really care, because it doesn't make you feel good.
Umm...more please? Please and thank you for the tasty angst.
ofc ofc.. working on it rn
McCalls Pikachu Plush 2512 Sewing Pattern
This thing has been out of print for like, 26 years and some of us want to make chubby classic pikachu so uh... I figure it's okay to share bc it's kinda hard to get your hands on the remaining physical copies.
Bonus points: Aelith made some embroidery/applique files for it too
This is FREE, please don't pay for the pattern.
Only the EMBROIDERY is paid.
Remade by AeilithArt so that we could use the pattern without like, destroying it. It's not exact since it's trace, but it's p much the same
can we get a flashback about daredevil!reader and clark meeting for the first time plsss đŠđŠ like maybe their work lives clashed or maybe she met superman first and noticed something familiar abt clark kent. idk but she just seems so cool
.ŕłŕż COURTSIDE MANNER
summary â she's a lawyer representing a metahuman, and he's the journalist sent on assignment to write the story on it. it doesn't take much to realise that clark kent's got a few secrets up his sleeve.
pairings â clark kent x daredevil!reader
pronouns â she/her
word count â 3265
note â oh i love this!!! i've been thinking about their first time meeting for the longest time and so this finally gave me the excuse to write about it :) (this one kinda rolls into the events of 'house tour' btw). masterlist for daredevil!reader here
AUTUMN WAS LOVELY THIS time of year.
the air was starting to cool down, the perfect combination with the leftover warmth of the summer sun. it was her favourite time of year because the weather wasn't too hot or too cold, a gentle comfort to her heightened senses.
it was nice enough weather that she could stand outside and ignore her impatience, her blazer draped over her arm and her tie loose, the top button of her shirt undone. her watch spoke the time to her â quarter past ten. clark kent was fifteen minutes late.
Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader
You were not expecting anything from this new placement. You knew better now a days, have been on the system since day 1, and at this point? You know better than to hope.
Usually the houses you ended up in were all mediocre at best. Foster parents that already had their own children were the most neglectful homes, even to their own children. Which also resulted in bad blood between the foster kids and the biological kids.
And worst of all, you were human. Just a simple, small, defenseless human stuck in the foster system. Usually, they try to match human kids with human foster parents. But, humans were not a big part of the population, in fact, different kind of hybrids were the biggest part of the population.
And now, failed attempts after failed attempts, you got transfered to a neighbor city (not for the first time), and this time, to a hybrid pack househood. It wasn't your first time with hybrids, but it was always a little scary. They were strangers, and adult hybrids were SO much bigger than humans. Especially a human your age, with your small size thanks to lack of care throughout the years.
Hybrids were bigger, stronger, scarier... still, you knew it couldn't be worse than some houses you have been in before, or at least, that's what you're telling yourself. Not that your social worker was helping with your anxiety, as the old bear hybrid woman gave you some information about your new foster family.
They were a big pack, which was a concept you already had difficulty to grasp. Pack doesn't always mean the nuclear family, but could also mean family friends, or sometimes, just relatives. As a human, hearing the word "pack", or "hoard", or "coven", or whatever else they could use to name their little groups, always left you a little confused.
They were four hybrid parents, a Dragon, a Werewolf, a Harpy and a Wraith. They were all part of the military, special forces or something, and they had a lot of children already, children that were already adults and had moved out some time ago. They were taking fosters now, and accordingly to your social worker, they were delightful and very nurturing parents.
You don't know what to think of that.
So all you could do was hold tightly to your beated backpack straps as your social worker excitedly introduced you to four hybrid men in their big house, giant hybrid men with so many muscles, and why is everyone so big and buff?? You knew they were military before, but god dammit, they could crush you with one hand. Here to hoping you don't annoy them to that point.
You weren't really making eye contact, keeping your eyes to the ground as you heard your social worker talk to the new fosters, but still, you would peak at them every couple of seconds or so, just to assess how they were reacting to your presence.
The dragon, one of the biggest hybrids you have ever seen, had that kinda of... respectful and mature face, smart eyes that went between you and the social worker as he nodded along to what she was saying. He was standing still, arms crossed lightly, and just one big wing carefully drapped behind his back. He smiled lightly, trying to keep casual and confortable to the new people, avoiding staring at you too much, no matter how much he wanted to.
The harpy, that was standing by the dragon's side, had such a gentle smile on his face that you avoided looking at his face again after the first peak. Gentle eyes, gentle smile, gentle demeanour. His giant, featherly wings, were also carefully tucked behind his back, almost as if to make himself smaller. Tho, it didn't help your anxiety as you saw how his feet looked like... not feet, in fact, talons.
The werewolf, a weird guy with a mohawk for christ sake, didn't even try to hide it how much he was staring. Big eyes on top of you, tail wagging a bit too fast behind him as his wolf ears perked up and moved as the social worker talked. Still, his eyes were just on you, assessing your small and timid demeanour, how truly small a human could be, how defenseless you looked.
The wraith wasn't that different either. Staring at your face with a stoic and passive look, even tho a balaclava with some skull prints covered most of his face besides the eyes, that had some... shadowy thing around them. He looked bigger than the others, but you could still see he was sligthly shorter than the Dragon, he was just buffer, and was also staring directly at you. He almost forgot how pathetic humans could be.
All of them were caught a little of guard, actually.
You were small, already small for a human, but for hybrids? Almost like a little kid. Humans rarely build much muscle throughout their teens too, so you looked like a skinny little thing, differently from how other races' kids worked. You looked like a small, young child, but even their little kids had some kind of protection. Sharp teeths, or shap claws, or sharp talons, or any kind of ability that could defend themselves.
You had nothing of the sort. You didn't have any nails, basically, short as they were in a small and delicate little hand. Feet tucked safely inside your round little sneakers, feet that, of course, wouldn't have any talons, and were delicate enough to have to stay protected by shoes. Your teeth were round and flat, looked so small too, just like your short tongue. You were soft, all soft and small and delicate. Just like a human is compared to hybrids.
Johnny had to control himself not to coo at the sight as you gently licked your uper lip and quietly fidget in place, slightly behind the big bear hybrid that was your social worker. They had a lot of kids, and he was there since all of them were a baby, but since they were all hybrids, seeing a small little thing like you, unprotected and without any kind of abilities... it made something stirr inside of him.
All of the others were in the same boat, to be fair. Parental instincts going into high overdrive just by looking at you. John was just trying his best to pretend he wasn't that effected since he still needed to pay attention to the social worker, and Kyle was making a good job of discreetly nudging Johnny and Simon so they could stop staring so hard at you.
"So, if any trouble arises, you can always call me. Even if it's just questions, anything you might be worried about, i'll help you out. Is that okay?"
"Perfectly fine, ma'am." The dragon immediatly answers, smiling neutrally as he nods.
"Yeah, this isn't our first time doing this." The harpy jokes slightly, charming smile on his face as he makes your social worker laugh a little bit with him.
"I know it isn't, boys, but it is your first time taking care of a human." She points out, a small smile on her face despite the serious tone. "They are not the same as hybrids, you know that."
"Of course. We're going to be very careful with them, don't worry." The dragon immediatly goes to sooth her worries, nodding easily.
"As i hope. Please, call me if you need anything! And, good luck, boys!"
Now, it's just you and your four new foster parents.
Part 2
Corruption kink with boyfriend Simon Riley, part 3 (nsfw)
Part 2 here
Turns out, you are a dirty, needy girl. Now that youâve had a taste of his touch, you want it all the time.
Itâs not uncommon for you to seek him out when you have a bad day, when youâre stressed, when you need a distraction, or when youâre merely bored and horny. And he loves it.
God, he loves it. He loves the way youâll crawl into his lap, the way youâll give him that shy, needy look. And he knows what you want, he knows what you need.
He used to touch you through your pants or your shorts. But today, youâre wearing a skirt as you climb onto his lap, already kissing his lips, whispering please, please.
He grins, kissing your jaw, your neck, as his hand slides up your thigh. You poor, sweet thing, knowing only he can give you what you want, the way you want it. Such a good girl.
His hand finds its way under your skirt and presses against the thin, flimsy fabric of your panties.
Oh, fuck.
The cotton does absolutely nothing to hide how wet you are. He can feel the outline of your pussy and he inhales deeply, searching for control.
Usually, he just rubs his hand against you in the general area where your clit is. But nowâŚnow he can find it and give it the treatment it deserves.
When he presses his thumb against your sensitive nub, your body jerks and you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders where theyâre holding onto him.
He grunts. âGood?â he asks as he draws little circles with his thumb.
You nod eagerly, hips grinding against his hand. âSo good,â you whine.
So he draws it out, plays with your clit until youâre shivering and gasping, and then one of his fingers slides down to press against your entrance ever so slightly.
Your body tenses, convulses in a sudden orgasm as you squeal, moaning.
He rides out your high as long as he can, rubbing your cunt until youâre pushing him away, whining, âToo much.â
As he finally retracts his fingers, he leans in to kiss you. Against your lips, he says, âSomeday, baby, Iâm gonna put my fingers in you, feel how tight that pretty pussy is, yeah? Gonna have you full of me, hon.â
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Part 4 here
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Oh my god I love the shadow fic idea! Itâs so cute I canât wait to read it!
Omgg, thanks .working hard on it rn hopefully post part next week!
Iâm excited for this shadow fic please tag me when itâs ready!
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Omg! Yass a raffle I love your stories of the Linked Universe! â¤ď¸ Also thank you for all the hard work youâve done.
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People who write fics but with colored Y/n are â¨godsâ¨
My father got mad at me when I couldnât remember a word in Spanish and what it meant in English, called me an idiot cause I couldnât for the life of me remember what it was called. It bothers me cause I know Iâm dumb but just hearing it kinda hurts.