★. zatanna zatara x magic deity!reader; you must be freed.
#. toxic relationship. morally gray zatanna (?). main masterlist.
notes: I'm proud of this one ok
The universe flowed in silence, yet corrupted whispers created a cacophony in the Prime Magus’s mind — cursed and imprisoned, her magic slipped through her fingers, burning away within the all-consuming star above. But it was about time her torment found an end; Zatanna Zatara must be free, and her lover shall be powerful again.
Her hands hovered over the emptiness of the void, trembling as her fingers contorted, speaking what her voice couldn’t.
I ees uoy.
The cosmos burst into light, the birth of a new dawn.
I raeh uoy.
A new symphony was born, and the words of every language, ancient and yet to come, found their way to her.
“I wait for you, my priestess.” Your voice travelled realms, carried with centuries of hatred. “Sharpen your sword, for it’s long overdue that my bounds are severed.”
I leef uoy.
Magic, unrestrained and endless, filled her existence — Zatanna’s lungs burned with power, and her heart pumped fresh tides of arcane energy through every vein. It was all too much; her magic broke her apart and stitched her back together, until her fingers ceased their dance.
Eyes open wide, all-seeing, yet blind to everything but you, imprisoned on the other side of the void. Distant and unreachable. A smirk settled on her lips — unreachable?
“No, Prime Magus,” you murmured across the emptiness. “Not for you.”
Ton rof em.
Reality bent under her will. Her magic devoured every shackle, and shattered the bars of her prison. She reached out for you, and from the depths of your torment, your hand found hers.
There you were, bright in glory, and thirsty for power. Zatanna’s heart swelled with pride, and her distorted magic flowed between you. Free, at last, you could finally seek your vengeance, and your twisted desires corrupted hers, for the only bond she still bore was yours.
“Eht emit rof ruoy egnever sah emoc, ym evol.” Her order echoed through the four corners of the universe, once and for all.
Hii, could you do some headcanons of dating absolute wonder woman and zatanna, thank you and have a great day.
٠࣪⭑I HEARD YOU LIKE MAGIC٠࣪⭑
absolute wonder woman/zatanna zatara x reader | sfw
CW! gn reader, headcannons, separated sections for each, small spoilers for absolute wonderwoman, headcannon that zatanna (as of rn with the issues) can only speak backwards, implied suggestive content
જ⁀➴ . . . yes of course! Thank you for requesting!
WONDER WOMAN
Unbelievably sweet, because that's just how Diana is
A woman that'll show you true compassion and love. Her gentle hands always there to comfort you
She's true to herself due to you accepting every part of her. Helping her learn the Amazonian that's deep inside her.
Freely practices her magic on you, living true with love as Aphrodite would like. The gods celebrating a union like you and her.
Sweet petnames; my love, my dear, my angel. Her darling little lunar cresent.
Warmth of her skin that'll never desert you; cuddles are a must. Touches always against yours and hers. Never so far apart, even if so, once back near each other it'll be hard to pull away
Still soft and warmth when your connected in bed. No matter where or the environment it's like an illness love, passion follows
Kisses of complete love. Every area of the body. To every scar. For every missing limb. Serving body on a complete platter for your darling Princess so that she can conduct her mission
She gives herself to you in complete and utter devotion. Protecting you at every cost, like all the others. Kissing your forehead everytime she leaves for a mission.
The earth breathes lovingly everytime you and Diana rejoice in the love. No matter if certain gods want that opposite.
Even if a world made only for chaos wants the destruction of such love
ZATANNA ZATARA
From days of being imprisoned to being loved by someone; it felt jarring
Only being able speak in backwards made it impossible to speak to others
So it was quite the surprise when you wanted her. All the of her despite her early actions
Zatanna, she's almost hesitant. No completely shy with her actions. Away from people since forever
Suddenly her words, compliments have begun to be direct as she's gotten more comfortable with you. Always smirking when you deciphered what she just said to you
Like that certain meme; My Hot Goth Witch Wife and Doing whatever she wants is the apitmity of your relationship.
Zatanna is happy when you accept her fully. Her entire being, magic enveloping you like a soft hug despite her demeanor on the outside.
Intended plan of Zatanna's downfall into the darkness didn't happen. You happened to her, pulling her to a place of good
Giving her the opportunity to find her father, to be a hero to change this world of only chaos
Like that of the Amazonian Goddessyou fight with the world is led off balance due to Zatanna's change. A certain woman of high status is at risk
Considering Zatanna's past experiences, with the woman who kept her captive will no doubt come after all that she loves; including you
And by any God's order, against every limit Zatanna will use her magic to keep you close
Possibly even rewriting the universe to keep you with her forever
Trying that “husband’s friend feeds you” prank on Bakugou would not go well. He sees Denki trying to hand feed you something and he’s smacking it out of his hand before you can even lean over.
it sounds stupid, but katsuki absolutely hates it when you cross your arms. it’s like you’re closing yourself off from him and he doesn’t like it. not one bit. so yeah, even if you’re arguing and he’s mad at you. he gives himself a second to cool down and with a huff he grips your arms and pulls them apart. he doesn’t keep ahold of them, he’s still mad. but he just. pulls them away from your chest and rips loose the muscles that were once locked in place.
“don’t fuckin’ do that.” he grumbles, before crossing his own arms seconds later.
series summary: the sheriff of the mining town your farmhouse sat outside of, had never done a thing to help you, and when he went missing, well you didn’t bat an eye. the town grappled with the loss and change while a stranger approached you for work, a black hat wearing rider on a pale horse, bringing violence and life to your lonely home.
warnings: lil angst, violence/death mention, jason n reader don’t actually meet in this one (which i feel like i should disclaim)
a/n: ahh ive wanted to write this for a while and im so nervous about starting a series because i dont have the brain for them but!! here’s hoping!! though this is just a prologue i’m hoping to have the first part out shortly <3 enjoy & feedback is always appreciated ! yeehaww
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prologue. — a stranger shows up in town after a widow leaves, and a quiet farmhouse encounters them both.
It had just been over two months, the mining town starting to come to terms with the fact the sheriff was long gone. Dead or alive didn’t matter—just gone. You could see it in his wife’s eyes, glassy and cold. She moved around town like a ghost, reality setting in and eyes all watching her. It was no surprise she left in the middle of the night, her children loaded into a wagon with her husband’s rifle to her right. You had been the only one to see her leave, sitting on your porch and keeping watch over your land.
She slowed her wagon once her gaze caught the light from your lantern. You squinted, trying discern their faces when you could only see three silhouettes against the deep blue night sky. She stopped at the mouth of your property, before carefully turning down the modest dirt path. It was lined with fenced in cattle on the left and an empty grass field to the right. Your brows pulled together as you watched the wagon move slow and carefully towards you. She stopped short of your lantern's reach, and got off her horse. You knew she could see the gun strewn across your lap, so you weren’t exactly worried.
You were curious if anything.
“I never did believe my husband when he told me you sat out here like this.” She said, the light illuminating her sad face.
“Had to see it for yourself?” You asked, with a raised brow.
“Might as well, girls wanted to know too.” You let out a breathy chuckle at that.
“Pardon me ma’am, but I must say I’m glad to know the sheriff did talk about me, even if he did nothing to help.” Her face didn’t change, no anger for the slandering of her gone husband.
“He used to be a good man. And I’m sorry he didn’t do more for you.” She sighed, sending you a wavering smile before turning back into the darkness.
“Be seeing you.” You called, with a wave of the hand, but she didn’t respond. She stood in front of her horse for a minute before mounting and staring at you through the darkness.
“If he…if he comes back, tell him I’m going east—to my family.”
And then you watched as they were once again into silhouettes in the distance, turning away from the only life they had known and disappearing into the wide world.
You sat outside till the sky started to lighten, an ocean blue instead of the drowning darkness it was hours before. You pushed yourself up, doing a lap of your wraparound porch before heading to bed. Exhaustion had already been pulling at the corners of your mind, and as you got into your bed the interaction with the sheriff’s wife repeated in your head. You dreamt of the moment on an endless loop—her sad eyes staring widely through you before the sound of her broken voice echoed and bled into that of her horse riding away and dragging the old wagon with it. It filled your ears till the point you woke up a few hours later with a jolt, the distant sound of horse shoes clopping hanging in your mind.
You fell back asleep almost instantly after your body calmed down, unaware of the lone rider who had just passed your farm, dawning a wide brimmed black hat and old bandana stained red and something violent. He was the devil who rode a pale horse accordingly, the white streak in the rider’s blacker than night hair opposed the dark grey markings against the white of his mare's forehead.
The pair slunk into the mining town as the sun started to warm the sky, exhaustion tumbling over him as his grip loosened around the reins. His fingers and wrists ached, joints overstressed and burning. He had been riding for a lifetime, just trying to get his furthest away from Gotham, from the life he had made and burned to the ground in the growing city. His only memories stuffed into his pack, and the horse that had been gifted to him by a man who was a father to a boy long dead.
“Put up a tombstone that reads Jason Peter Todd because he is dead from this moment on. To you and Gotham. I will never be back here, not as anyone you know at least old man.”
Jason thought of those words as he passed a farmhouse, sprawling fences with a barn in the distance. He could see a cat walking along one of the gates, keeping an eye over the cows it seemed. He clicked his tongue when he realized his horse had come to a stop at his staring. She picked up her pace again, trotting into the town that had started to awaken. Whispers filled the streets before he showed up, no one even seeming to care for the stranger trudging into the small inn and the weary horse lapping up water from the trough outside. Jason kept his hat on, but pulled his bandana off his face as he stepped inside. It was dark, one candle by the front illuminating the man working and the lone patron eating breakfast.
The keeper seemed to startle at the sight of Jason, who laughed to himself as he approached. “Don’t see many customers this early, sir.” The innkeeper gruffed, earning a hum in acknowledgement. “Not too many passing through these days either.” He added, as Jason set down a handful of coins.
“Don’t need a room for the night, just a few hours and a meal.” He explained, earning a weary glance from the man.
“Were not tha—“
“Kind of establishment, I know. I’ll be leaving this evening.” Jason didn’t add more, holding the man’s gaze. He had just said business was slow, refusing him would be idiotic.
“Get out.” The man apparently was an idiot, and it made Jason scoff. If only this man knew who he had just refused—no. Jason pushed his anger aside, snatching up his coins before he turned on his heels. He wasn’t going to haggle with a stupid man, and arguing only made men stupider. He tied his bandana back around his face as he reached the door, stopping with his hand on the handle.
“Any work nearby?” He asked no one in particular, earning a scoff from the innkeeper before he was interrupted by the man eating his breakfast.
“Nowhere in town stranger, see the mines dried up sometime ago I hear. Some settlements deeper in the valley got work, railroad too, but that’s down West.” He explained between bites.
“Rotten work too.” He replied, earning a chuckle and nod from the bearded stranger, who finally met Jason’s gaze. His eyes were tired, that glassy blue grey colour that seemed to see beyond time.
“Ain’t that the God’s truth stranger!” He all, but hollered, suddenly livelier—younger than he looked moments ago. “Rotten is exactly what that work was—worst time of my life on the tracks.”
“You’ve had your chat, now get going!” The innkeeper interjected suddenly, gearing up to shout more when the bearded stranger slammed his hand on the wooden tabletop.
“Aye—cut it out. You were stupid enough to deny this mans coin for a room, let him buy a meal and chat with me. I like him and Lord knows you need the money.” Jason couldn’t stop the grin pulling at the corner of his lips as the innkeeper stammered for a response.
“F-fine, but you’re both—“
“Getting out after this, we know. Now come take a seat stranger.” The man gestured to the seat across from him. Jason glanced sideways at the innkeeper who seemed scared more than anything. It made his smile fall as he joined the older stranger, taking off his black hat and placing it on the empty seat next to him. The worker vanished somewhere in the back while the two men sat in silence. Until, “Aren’t you—huack—“ He choked before continuing “gon’ tell me your name boy?”
“Call me boy again—“
“Hey, hey. Stranger is it than.” The older man relented, coughing a few times into his shoulder before taking a swig of whatever swirled around his stained mug. “So you’re looking for work?”
“Aye.”
“You picked the wrong stretch of land bo…stranger, its dry and dead out here.”
“How ‘bout that farmhouse, the one few miles outside the town.”
The man laughed, the innkeeper who placed a bowl of what Jason assumed was porridge joined in, both men nearly going blue with their wheezy chuckles. “You would be a fool to take work there, it's where the mothers send their sons for farmhand training or a disciplining.” The innkeeper explained before wandering back to his post.
Jason eyed the man sitting across from him, prompting details with his silent gaze. “Used to be run by a family, all, but one dead and gone. And lemme tell you, the one left is a real son of a bitch.”
“Probably ran the old sheriff outta town—“ The keepers voice piped in from behind Jason.
“Heard they beat the crap outta some miner a year back—“
“They got a temper like no other—“
“Most of the town steers clear unless it’s for business—“
“Damn hard worker though.”
Jason took in the men’s information, downing his food in a handful of spoonfuls before tossing a few coins onto the tabletop. It was more than the innkeeper deserved, but information was always worth paying for.
“Good day stranger.” The old man called from where he sat. Jason slipped his hat back on, about to pull his bandana over his face when the shimmer of the star tucked away under the old man’s coat caught his eye. It was a brief glimpse, but Jason could see the start of the word SHERIFF curved along the bottom of the man’s badge.
It made Jason chuckle, eyes dragging from the badge to the man’s face noticeably so. He grinned as he pushed the door open to venture to this seemingly infamous farmhouse, “And good day to you…deputy.”
lol has katsuki ever tripped and fell in front of you? RANDOM but I fall in front of my boyfie literally ALL the time
I LOVE YOU
definitely. i don’t think he’s ever fell to the floor like hes caught himself but he’s defo done some big BUCKLES in front of you. every time you giggle and hes straight face RED CHEEKED saying STOP. STOP IT NOW.
He's got big hands. No I don't mean 'his hands are large :)' I mean 'oh fuck oh fuck he's holding my head like it's a melon' hands. They're huge, wide palmed gorilla mitts that can literally crush stone because his bones are bigger than any normal human and that's a compliment because he's not. It also makes his hands look disproportionate to the rest of him because they're so fucking huge.
He has a lot of callouses, mainly around his knuckles and palms from all the fighting he does. With how taut his skin is against his muscles the tendons protrude on the backs of his hands regardless of him clenching his fists or not. They're rugged and toughened by years of combat to the point that being touched when he has violent intent has just the same effect as being clawed at by a tiger-and if they try to run they find that they can't since the rough texture gives him more grip.
But where they lack in softness they make up in gentleness-you'll never find a Saiyan that handles items or people as carefully as Goku does. He grabs onto you so softly that you won't notice the sandpaper texture of his palms unless he grips harder or rubs his hands over your skin. Though he handles you carefully there;s a strange restriction to his own needs. Constant tenseness lingers in his touch, like he's holding back every bit of strength he has just to tap you on the shoulder or lock his pinky with yours. He won't even try to pin you down with just his hands if he's playing or feeling frisky and if he does he's got them somewhere more sturdy on your body like your hips.
As such, his hands absolutely dwarf yours to the point it looks like he's holding a child's hand. The rough scrape of his palms make your touch somewhat muted and given his trust in you he doesn't really notice what you're doing until you either move his hand around or make some kind of noise. And once he does he's just confused. You wanna hold hands? No? Then why are you touching it? He doesn't get the interest in his hands at all, but he does understand it's a form of comfort for you.
The gaps between his fingers are probably the softest as not much gets in there to roughen the skin, but it's still quite hard and toughened from age and years of training. His wide palm swallows your tiny wandering fingers in searing heat as they drag up and down the lines worn in. The rough scratch of his knuckles digs into your skin when you rub your thumbs there, tendons drawn tight as you work into the hardened muscle.
He'll always give you a grin and thank you for the massage, though he doesn't quite need it. He won't tell you that though.
I think people should relearn the etiquette of "Don't like, don't read" and "you're not forced to engage"
Fanfic writers are writing for fun and shouldn't be taking the brunt of online hate for sharing what they wrote. People who can't keep themselves from being rude to others won't fix anything. In fact, they'll just complain about the lack of fics in the fandom.
What we need in a community is to uplift one another not tear someone up because they didn't write something that was your perfect cup of tea. You don't even need to comment anything! You have no obligation to do so.
"there's too much x, y and z, why can't people write a?"
Hmm, I don't know, maybe because fanfic writers write what they want? Maybe the people who're complaining should start writing the things you want to see more of? People aren't going to be at your beck and call because you want them too. It's so tiring to see this happen so often in fandom culture.
