Any other character that wasn't listed simply haven't been explored by me yet, however I'll make sure to update lists in the future!
Forever favourite ships: Luke Nuke'm X Stefan X Friar Errol and Henry Hoove X Dorian.
I am open to any type of relationship between Reader and Characters, however keep in mind that I mostly write Male!Reader since there's enough Female!Reader writers out there in my opinion.
I personally think Hoove is extremely confident only when he is the one giving affection, but the moment Dorian returns something, anything, he gets flustered as hell.
Okay, guys, one question. I wanted to realize Ben-hwa, but Skylar says they have an unfinished stuff with Abel, even though I finished both Ben-hwa's and Abel's stories.
That's another glitch and I can do nothing or did I simply miss something?
I have some general ideas of what should I write as contribution to the fandom besides requests I already have and some other stuff, so hear me out:
M!Reader with kitchen squad, specifically Friar Errol, Stefan and Luke. The thing is, Reader managed to date all of them somehow, and is more than happy with that, however their constant bickering (mostly because of Friar) starts to slightly annoy not only Reader himself, but other kitchen objects. So Reader does what he thinks is the best: gets them to romantically like each other, because obviously there was tension which they refuse to acknowledge. So they become polycule square, yay!
Dorian X Hoove. My dear workaholic x ever more of a workaholic. So basically it's about Dorian seeing from room to room how Player Character uses Hoove (pre-game events) to clean up, because they expect guests aka Sam in a few days. And during this time, Hoove absolutely refuses to rest. So Dorian takes matter in his hands, making his overworking bf take a break during the night because who vacuums at night?
Post-realization Dorian X Keith where Keith is not a manipulative idiot since he actually fell in love with charming M!Reader. After some time they get to visit Reader only to see him trying to talk to cops, who came from Valdivian, claiming Reader has datevaitors. Both Dorian and Keith interrupt up, trying to shoo cops away and Keith eventually pulls some of his criminal strings, while Dorian calls for Celia.
What you guys think?:)
I'll have some free time to write after my exams in university, so the ideas are eating me alive, I can't decided what to write firstly.
Hi... Just saw your blog while scrolling through tags and I was intrigued ^^
Do you think you can write something for Stefan x Lazy! Male Reader?
Stefan X M!Reader
Of course, of course! It's my pleasure, really, thank you for the request! It's not much, but it's honest work. Don't be afraid to ask for more, my requests are open<3
Rating: G
Relationship: Stefan X M!Reader
Characters: Stefan, Reader, Luke Nuke'm mentioned.
Notes: Reader can afford living without doing much of a work.
Because you were a mystery wrapped in charm, a hoodie you refused to wash properly and socks that somehow never matched. A lazy disaster with a mouth that spoke like a poet and hands that had apparently never willingly touched a whisk.
And Stefan had known you long enough to realize: if effort could be avoided, you would dodge it like a seasoned rogue in a tavern brawl.
Cooking? Ha.
Cleaning? Unlikely.
Physical labor of any sort? Only under the threat of death and even then, youâd probably negotiate.
You had money. Enough to live like a sultan in pajamas. Takeout, cleaning services, scheduled groceries.
How could someone talk about food like that and never actually make any?
The answer, it seemed, was you.
So Stefan did what any exasperated, talented, slightly-too-invested chef would do: he decided to intervene.
You wandered into the kitchen one sunny afternoon, still yawning, your hair a soft mess, wrapped in a too-tight t-shirt and wearing those idiotic slippers that squeaked slightly when you walked. Stefan caught sight of you and felt an immediate pang in his chest. Equal parts fondness and frustration.
Before you could even say âgood morning,â he turned, arms folded, eyes sharp.
«We are cooking today.»
That damned smile of yours stretched across your face: lazy and smug â «Ooooh. Chef's orders?»
Stefan didnât answer. He just handed you an apron like a man preparing for battle.
At first, he hovered. Watched you like a hawk, half-convinced you were going to cut yourself or set the stove aka him on fire or worse, ask what a colander was. And to be fair, you did hold the knife upside-down for a moment. But then something.. shifted.
You rolled up your sleeves. You asked questions. You listened. Slowly, awkwardly, with the grace of a sleepy cat, you chopped vegetables, stirred sauces, and measured out spices. Sometimes a bit too much, sometimes a bit too little, but never carelessly.
And Stefan watched.
He watched the way your brow furrowed when you tasted something and tried to fix it without help. He watched the way you grinned when something sizzled just right. He watched the little flash of pride in your eyes when the dish finally came together.
It wasnât perfect. Of course not. He was a trained stove, perfection was his native language!
But your dish was good. Real. Honest.
And when Luke tried to sneak a bite and you smacked his hand away with a spatula, declaring â «Thieves shall not feast!» â in the most dramatic tone imaginable, Stefan realized something unexpected.
He was proud.
And maybe a little more in love than before.
You didnât say much. Helped clean up, which was a miracle in itself, than wandered over to him while he stood in thought, arms crossed, clearly still processing the emotional rollercoaster of watching you cook.
You came up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, chin resting on his chest.
«Was that some kind of test, chef?» â you murmured, your voice soft and warm â «Hope I passed.»
Then you rose up slightly and kissed him. Like it was a natural part of the moment, like it was supposed to happen all along.
And letâs just say. From that day on, Stefan never again questioned what you could do.
Lazy or not, you always had surprises tucked up your sleeves usually next to a crumpled napkin and maybe a candy wrapper. But still. They were there.
And Stefan?
Well, he just got yet another reminder why he loved you in the first place.
All those people need to chill, most of them are so surprised when you're coming back to them for the second time like babe, you're good, you're fine, why wouldn't I come back?
I've firstly tried to interact with Hector through the attic and he was so freaking panicked, like I'm sorry I didn't know I should've done it somewhere elseđ
