Welcome to my page! Posting stuff on Tumblr is new to me so I thought it would be nice to write a little introduction. I am Kia and I am 18 years old. My pronouns are she/her. I currently major in history and I plan on specializing in medieval history, hence the username! Some of my other hobbies are reading (feel free to ask about my current book), baking, listening to music, writing and horseriding.
A few of my current obsessions are Fred Hechinger, Joseph Quinn and Greek mythology. I really enjoy writing angst and I am always open to writing smut. My request are open and I plan on posting weekly.
Some fandoms and characters I will write for and you can send request for:
Fred Hechinger characters: Simon Kalivoda, Dmitri Kravinoff, Jason Hochberg (might be ooc since I haven't had the chance to watch the movie yet :c ), Daniel Markowitz, Caracalla
Joseph Quinn characters: Eddie Munson, Geta, Michael from Hoard, Eric from A Quiet Place
House of the dragon: Aemond, Aegon, Helaena, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Jacaerys
Currently I have a preference for Fred Hechinger and I plan on writing more fics about his characters. I mostly write female readers but I am willing to give male readers a shot! I am also open to writing a ship if I understand the dynamics of the ship.
My DONT'S: I don't write smut about minors, I don't feel comfortable writing about real life people, I don't write about religious stuff (I am atheist and just don't know that much about different religions), most kinks are welcome but I prefer keeping it consensual, I don't write about bodily fluids and waste.
Synopsis: Your serenade of Dmitri Kravinoff doesn't go as planned
Tags: Siren!reader, slight angst, Dmitri chokes Reader of a moment, Cocky!dmitri we love you
A/N: I AM ALIVE!! Please enjoy these Dima crumbs. (Yes I was inspired by Jessica Rabbit she is hot ok). This was not beta read cause I have been extremely busy, I apologise for any mistakes there might be!
Deception. You were somewhat a master of it. The Siren is what most men call you. Due to a lucky coincidence in your genetic make up you were able to serenade and hypnotize others with your voice. A song so powerful nobody could resist it, a simple note could make men fall to their knees and enemies bend to your will. As you grew older, more beautiful, it became quite clear that you could be a powerful asset to your father. Time and time again you twisted the minds of his enemies to make them subservient to him or make them go insane. He told you time and time again, in the world of crime it was eat or get eaten. With time you learned your only use in this world was to serenade, manipulate and control. It was the only thing you knew, the only thing you were good at. It was isolating, as soon as your parents discovered your power they took you out of school to keep it a secret. You could count on both hands how many people actually knew about your existence, let alone your voice. You grew up without friends your age, and most considered you untrustworthy. Because why should someone trust a mistress of deception?
The cold night air hit your skin as you stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz, the fur stole doing little to help keep you warm. You could feel your heart beat in your chest as you looked at the building in front of you. This was going to be your most important mission yet, and the first one your father let you do alone. Up until this point you were seated next to him while he talked with the heads of gangs, signing you to use your power whenever conversations went south. This time you got to work alone.
The sound of your driver shutting the car door behind you pulled you out of your thoughts. You were here on invitation of Dmitri Kravinoff. Apparently, he had heard somewhere that you were a great singer and he was in need of another voice to lighten up his club. With his father now gone and Dmitri taking over the business, he decided it needed some renovation. Stories of the youngest Kravinoff firing nearly half the staff had been going around the ranks of your father and they seemed to be true. If they had been false he would not have forgotten to do a background check on you. Only a fool would hire their enemy's daughter.
Your main objective that night was to get some information on the place, easy enough. As the bouncer approached to escort you inside you took a final big inhale to calm your nerves. With his hand placed on the small of your back he escorted you into the building. It was still early, the club was still empty. You looked around and noticed how expensive the place looked. Your father did not tell you much about the Kravinoff's. Besides the fact that they were a Russian family and that Nikolai had just died, you didn't know anything about Dmitri.
When you heard your name you turned your head. You were met with a blonde in a blue suit. There was a certain energy to him. You couldn't quite place what it was but it made shivers go down your spine. “I assume the ride here went smooth? London can be quite a hassle to drive in.”
Dimitri offered his hand for you to shake, hesitantly you shook it. The only conversations you two had were on the phone, this was the first time you saw what he actually looked like. It took you by surprise and a moment of silence fell.
“..Right.” You spoke, breaking the silence. “It was alright, the driver knows his way around so it wasn’t as much of a hassle.”
He let go of your hand. “Good, I'm glad. Tonight is going to be busy.” His gaze turned to the stage but your eyes remained on him. There was something about him, something off, and you were dying to find out what it was.
It seemed like Dmitri was onto you with the way he turned away from you. He walked towards the bar before he looked at you again, a smug smile on his face. “So, what do you plan on performing?” He asked you, nodding his head towards one of the barstools. Clearly, he wanted you to sit down. So you did. Brushing your dress underneath you, you sat down. Your hand was placed on the marble top of the bar, the cool stone felt expensive. Everything here felt expensive.
“Something jazzy, sensual.” You answer his question, a scoff leaving Dmitri’s lips. A frown forms on your face. “I find that my audience responds best to that type of music.” Your tone is defensive.
“Alright alright.” The blonde chuckles at your attitude as he turns to grab a glass. “The stage is yours sweetheart, sing whatever you like.” His gaze was on you again, it made you nervous. “Fancy a drink? I find some liquor usually loosens up the vocals.”
“Maybe a red wine?”
“Red wine? Classy. It suits you.” He turns to grab a wineglass to pour some wine. “You don’t sound like you are from around here.”
That made you chuckle. It was true, you weren’t exactly from London. Not even from England. Just like his family, your family was foreign. And your family wasn’t exactly fond of their Russian rivals. Time and time again your father clashed with Nikolai over petty things. Good men were lost over small arguments, money wasted on stupid words. It was the reality of this world that you were born into. You thought your father had learned his lesson as he had not meddled into Russian business in forever so it took you by surprise when he asked you to go on this mission. With Nikolai gone and his weak son taking over he saw it as the perfect opportunity to strike using his secret weapon.
Dmitri pushed the glass of wine towards you. Gently, you placed the glass against your lips. You let the red liquor go down your throat, feeling the buzz filling your stomach. “I am not.” You shake your head. “My parents moved here when I was 13 and I never really lost the accent.”
One of the bouncers stepped into the otherwise empty room. “Mister Kravinoff, our guest will be arriving shortly.” He announced before walking away again.
Surprising both yourself and Dmitri you quickly downed the glass, it flushed your face. With a deep exhale you got up from the barstool. “I’ll go get ready.”
The stage lights are something you never get used to. You could perform every weekend and still feel the nerves in your stomach. Behind the curtain were at least twenty people, all of them paid good money to see you sing. But you weren’t just here to sing, you were here to find out about the lay out of this place. A simple tap on your shoulder from one of the bodyguards notified you it was time to get on stage. Like usual, you put on your mask. The face you always wore, the face men in these types of places loved.
“You had plenty money, 1922.”
The curtains opened, the piano played the first notes. All eyes were on you. All eyes except Dmitri’s. He was in the back in a big armchair, not interested in whatever you were singing.
“You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too?”
Slowly, you paraded out on stage. Your voice worked like usual, the crowd was hanging onto your lips as you sang out the notes. As you strutted on the stage, you made eye contact with several men. They were just like most of them, all of them easy to hypnotize. In just a few lines all of them would simply fall asleep, you could see their eyes growing tired as they gawked at you. A true sight for sore eyes you were, your father often considered marrying you off. If only you weren’t such a useful tool.
“You're sitting there wondering what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too?”
The stage lights were hot, it made your face flush even redder. The wine wasn’t exactly helping you either in this situation. Somewhere in the crowd a glass had fallen, you could hear it shatter on the floor. Slowly, everybody was falling asleep.
“If you had prepared 20 years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' out from door to door
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too.”
There was no need to finish your song, the crowd was sung to sleep. All of them, except one of them. You had totally forgotten about him, Dmitri was in the back. He stood, clapping slowly. “You truly are what they promised you’d be, hmm?” He sounded condescending.
Panic struck you, you were basically busted in the lion's den trying to steal its cubs. Why didn’t it work on him? You were right to think something was off about him. In a rush you got off stage. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” You try to walk past the sleeping people and Dmitri.
He grasped you by your arm to turn you to him. “You know exactly what I am talking about sweetheart.” He spoke with such confidence. Your father told you he would be an easy target, an insecure man that had no idea how this world worked. That man was nowhere to be seen.
You shook your head once more, trying to save yourself you chuckled. “Be careful the lies you believe about me.”
In a whirlwind he had his hand wrapped around your neck, you rushed to grasp his wrist. “Such a delicate spot.” Dmitri looked at your throat before looking at you again. “You truly think I don’t do background checks on my staff, hmm?” His tone condescending again. “I must say your work is impressive, lady. You got the entire room to doze off.”
“Who told you?” You spat back at him, careful not to piss him off even more. As far as you knew, your father never told anyone about your power.
“When I heard about The Siren, I had to check her out myself of course.” Dmitri was scanning your face, like he was searching for a hint of doubt, maybe even fear. You tried your best not to show it. “Now are you going to calm down, or am I gonna have to get mean?”
Considering your options you decided it was best to listen to what he had to say. If he wanted to see you dead, he would have killed you already. Slowly, you let go of his wrist. In return he released your throat.
“That’s what I thought.” He spoke, fixing the cuffs of his suit. “You're not a stupid girl.” Dmitri went to the bar again, grabbing a whisky glass.
“How did you manage to resist my spell?” You watched him pour himself a drink, cautiously. He looked at you, asking with a simple nod of his head if you wanted some as well. You shook your head. Like he said, you weren't a stupid girl, he could easily drug you right now.
“Suit yourself.” The blond shrugs, taking a slow sip as he looks you up and down again. “Your song… it gets deterred by vibrations.” He pulls the side of his coat open to pull a small device out of his pocket.
“Vibrations?” You raise a brow, a sceptical tone in your voice.
“Vibrations distort soundwaves, sweetheart.” He chuckles and places it on the bar.
There was a slight panic in your eyes as you looked at the disc, it was vibrating softly on the wooden bartop. He knew how to cancel out your only useful quality? How is that even possible? If he knew, who else did? This could mean the end of your father's success. He was gonna kill you if it was.
Dmitri could sense your anxiety. It excited him, seeing you struggle to grasp the fact that he found out about your little secret. But then, he noticed your sadness.
“Who else.. knows?” The uncertainty in your voice was loud. You ran your hand through your hair. “If my father finds out people know..” You got up from your chair, pacing. The facade of a temptress, a siren, fading.
He could see the fear in your eyes, and suddenly he saw himself in you. Ever so eager to please his father at every turn. You were nothing but a tool to him, were you? It made his heart ache. With gentle steps he walked up to you, softly grabbing your hand to lower it.
“Nobody else knows.” He assured you, the cocky grin he had on his face now gone. You locked eyes with him and for a moment the room fell quiet as Dmitri struggled to find the words. “I know what it feels like.”
“Yeah right.” You looked away.
“I do.” It was your own voice. Quickly you turned your head, you were looking at yourself. You had heard rumors about Dmitri undergoing some sort of procedure to turn into a shapeshifter, but you assumed those were lies. You were either born with it or not.
With ease he turned back to himself. The sight was unsettling to see. “Somewhat a master of deception myself.” He chuckled, trying to lift the mood. The blonde led you back to the barstools, placing his hands on top of yours. “I won’t tell anyone as long as you take the target off my back.”
You glanced up at him through your lashes. The look you gave him was fragile but genuine. The heat rushed to his cheeks and suddenly he was glad no one else was awake to see the two of you interact. Nobody had looked at him like that before..
“I will try my best.” Your gaze strayed away from him again to the clock behind the bar. “My driver will be here soon.” You get up, heading towards the door.
Trying his best to be the gentleman, Dmitri got up as well. “I hope to see you around more often. Let me escort you out.”
“Stay.” You spoke the words and his body froze. He was a fool, the disc was still on the bar, a leopard cannot change its spots.
“I will be around.” You smile, looking at the way his body froze up. It was your turn to play. “This bar still needs a singer doesn’t it?” And with that you walked out the door. Dmitri’s eyes followed you until you turned the corner, his body immediately unfreezing. Slowly, the rest of the room started waking up too. All the men looked around with a clueless expression.
You were quite the minx, and he couldn’t wait to get to know you better.
Jason Hochberg as your boyfriend headcanons | Hell of a Summer
✩ he literally lights up when he sees you. big goofy grin, eyes wide, runs to hug you like you’ve been gone for years even if it’s just been 10 minutes
✩ brags about you constantly. "You think that’s cool? My partner can do this too!"
✩ refers to you as "my [your name]" to literally everyone. even to random strangers (for ex. with my name in case you don't understand: "my Reni")
✩ always touching you. always. fingers tangled in yours, hand in your hoodie pocket. he needs skin-to-skin contact like it’s oxygen
✩ forehead kisses, so many. and not just when you’re sad. you're standing? bumm forehead kiss
✩ loves lying on your stomach and pretending he's “charging”
✩ loves when you stroke his hair, literally in love with the feeling
✩ sends you 57+ TikToks a day with captions like “US???” or “this is literally me/you”
✩ calls you “angel”
✩ random 3-minute voice messages that start as “reminding you to eat” and ends with him talking about raccoons
✩ gives you pressed flowers he collected from the forest and pressed them himself
✩ only shaves his beard when you tell him to
✩ i already said he loves when you stroke his hair, but he loves doing the same to you. if you have really really short hair he massages your scalp maybe
✩ probably gives you friendship bracelets he made and calls them "love bracelets"
~ gently reminder reposts and likes helps and appreciated! ~
everyday i wake up expecting fred hechinger(HIS CHARACTERS. Ex. simon from fear street) fanfics to start appearing out of the blue. Yall i beg im in the trenches
Welcome to our first prompt! Combing two of my favorite loves, I have come up with some of my favorite lyrics from Michael Clifford’s new album SIDEQUEST to help try and spark some inspiration.
Use one lyric prompt, use more than one lyric prompt, listen to the song in full, never turn the song on and just read the lyrics, write something based off of a song title — the choice here is yours! (the prompts will all be below the cut!)
Just make sure your entire fic or art piece is posted in full on Saturday, September 13th! (before 11:59pm est) Be sure to tag us here (@fredhechingerfrenzy) so we can reblog and share all the work with each other🧡
✦ Make sure to clearly label which Fred Character you have chosen to write for or make art work for! (We will create a masterlist after each prompt and categorize based off of characters!) As well as clearly label the prompt you used, please and thank you!
✦ This can be x reader, x oc, just have Fred's character in it — the options are endless! So long as one of Fred's characters is in the fan work, that's what matters here!
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Prompt List:
✦ kill me for always (feat. porter robinson) - "be careful the lies you believe about me"
✦ cool - "you're the only one I feel I gotta impress"
✦ give me a break! (feat. waterparks) - "I mean, like no offense, but listen, how are you the victim?"
✦ remember when - "and when the world ends / your face is one thing that I'm not forgetting"
✦ enough - "maybe I used to trust too much"
✦ fashion - "I was a seat filler / silence is such a killer"
✦ thirsty - "an honorable mention is never good enough"
✦ nosebleed - "I know that you'll never be there when I need it"
✦ if i had a choice (feat. ryan hall) - "to the ghost writing in my story / give me one I haven't read"
✦ eclipse - "you're the love of my life that I've never seen"
Interpret these however you'd like! We are all so excited to write and see what others come up with!🧡
Hello folks! its been a while since ive come online on tumblr, i promise i did not forget about this account. i have been going through some stuff in my personal life, after i finished my final project in may i was going through a tough period mentallly as one of my horses wasn't doing great. unfortunately we had to put her down the 4th of july. after that i got a real writers block and barely had any motivation to write. rn i am doing much better, i still miss her of course but i try to move on and be my happy self again!!
i still plan on taking it slow as i am trying to find my way into writing again, and improving and developing my personal style. i might do some requests, do some ideas of my own. who knows!! i am just glad to be back!!!
has you thought about writing for johnny storm now/ because joseph now plays him??
Gasp im alive!! (I'll make another post on my inactivity soon im sorry for being offline for a while)
Unfortunately I have not seen fantastic four yet and I dont really feel comfortable about writing characters I have no idea what their personality is like. When I have seen it I will consider writing for him! Tysm for your question!!!
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pairing | jason hochberg x reader
synopsis | a game of truth or dare gets a lot more intimate than expected
warnings | implied underage drinking (a few characters are under 21), truth or dare, slight humiliation, teasing, nsfw themes, & body shots.
word count | 1.5k
a/n | if you've already signed up for my previous tag lists please sign up for my new one thank you!! i will be deleting my old ones so i need y'all to fill out the new one, it's linked at the top. sorry i haven't posted in awhile, i've been super exhausted and busy with work, i'll be working on fics when i can. thank you to @delusionalbri for looking over this for me!!
“Jason, c’mon, truth or dare?” Bobby smirks, sitting across from the blonde in the rec room. It’s the annual counselor weekend and you had somehow convinced him to join you and the other counselors in a game of truth or dare. Maybe it was your fluttering eyelashes or sweet touches that convinced him but he’s never been more nervous in his life.
He glances over at you and his cheeks heat up, turning pink. You smile reassuringly before he speaks. “Uh, dare I guess,” he chuckles nervously.
Bobby smirks, sitting back on his palms, “Let’s see…I dare you to…” Bobby glances over at you before turning his gaze back to Jason, a menacing smile sitting upon his face, “Let me crop your shirt and for you to wear it like that for the rest of the night.”
Jason’s entire face turns bright red, he feels himself stiffen up. “Oh, I-I don’t know-”
Bobby cuts him off quickly, “It’s a dare, you have to do it.”
Shannon speaks up, “Well he doesn’t have to do it, he can take a shot instead.” She holds up the bottle of Tito’s and Jason grimaces at the thought of having to take yet another shot from it. He’s only had two thanks to your encouragement earlier that night.
“Can I at least keep it on while you crop it?” Jason asks softly.
Bobby rolls his eyes, “Fine…” He gets up to try and find some scissors, riffling through the drawers until he finally finds a pair. Jason stands up as he comes back over. Bobby looks over at you with a knowing smile, “How short should this be?”
You lean back, tilting your head as you think, your tongue poking out between your teeth as you think. “Hm…at least above his belly button.”
Bobby smiles and sloppily cuts the fabric above Jason’s belly button, cropping it higher than he expected. The cuts are jagged and wonky but you love the look of his now exposed stomach, you lick your lips at the sight of the coarse hair that covers him. Once Bobby is done Jason sits back down next to you.
You lean over, placing your hand on Jason’s knee and squeeze it reassuringly. You whisper to him, “It looks better like this y’know.” You reach out to tug at the fabric. You lean back, keeping your eyes on him, and giggling at how the waistband of his underwear pokes out over his cargo shorts.
“I feel like I’m practically naked now,” He whispers back, face flushed with embarrassment. He tugs at the shirt trying desperately to cover himself.
You smirk, leaning back over to whisper to him yet again, “Well maybe you should just take it off then, it won’t even be that much more skin exposed.”
He looks down at the floor nervously, a soft smile gracing his lips. “I-I…” He trails off before he can even start. He glances up at you as the group goes on with the game and you stare back, narrowing your eyes at him almost as if you’re challenging him to make a move. He glances back at the group as they laugh and joke together, they’re distracted. He inches his hand close to yours, finally covering your hand with his own. You turn your head to smile back at him, scooting closer to him.
As the game goes on the dares get crazier, Bobby and Chris end up kissing, Demi does some drag make up on Mike, and Noelle ends up cutting some of Ezra’s hair. When it’s Demi’s turn to dare someone she sets her sights on you and Jason. “Truth or Dare, Jason?” After the shirt cropping incident Jason had been exclusively picking truth, but he decides to give it another shot.
“I’ll go with Dare.”
Demi smirks, looking over to you, “I dare you to let them,” she points to you, “do a body shot off you.”
Your eyes widen with surprise as Jason’s jaw drops, “Um, what the fuck? You can’t do that you’d have to dare me-”
“Okay then I dare you to do a body shot off Jason. Don’t be such a buzzkill, it’s one little shot,” Demi says, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s made up her mind.
“And if I don’t?” You retort in annoyance.
Demi tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes at you, “Then you and Jason can both do the forfeit dare of jumping into the lake naked.”
Jason chokes on the air starting to cough, “What?! That’s the forfeit dare this round?!”
She nods, “Mhm, so what’s it gonna be, body shot or a little midnight swim?”
You look at Jason and then back to Demi, “Give us a minute to talk.” You stand up and pull Jason up with you, dragging him into the other room to discuss what to do. Once inside you shut the door and stand with your back against it.
Jason sighs, running a hand through his wavy blonde hair. “Is that really the only options they’re giving us?” He looks flustered and stressed, he’s never handled being put on the spot well.
You lean back against the door, “Seems like it, I mean a body shot isn’t that bad depending on how you do it.”
He furrows his brows, “You’ve done one before?” Poor sweet innocent Jason could never imagine you doing such a thing.
You look down, feeling a little self conscious. “The school I go to is kind of known for the party scene so like…yeah a couple times. It’s not a big deal for me to do one again. But are you going to be okay with it?”
He wets his lips as he thinks, “I mean, I’m not entirely opposed to the idea. It’s just…a lot of attention on me.”
You giggle, “Well I think there’d be even more attention on you if we have to jump into the lake naked so…”
He rolls his eyes, “Yeah…you’ve got a point…let’s just do the shot.”
You hook your fingers into his belt loops and pull him forward teasingly, “Are you sure? That might be the one chance you have to see me naked this summer…” You whisper.
“Well I-I-” He sputters, face turning red for the millionth time that night.
You giggle, “Chill, I’m just fucking with you…you’ll have more chances, don’t worry.” You turn away from him and slip out the door to start getting everything ready. You walk back into the room and go past everyone else to head towards the kitchenette. “I’m taking the shot.” Everyone cheers as Jason walks back into the room bashfully.
You cut up a lime and have Demi set out the tequila and salt for you. Jason stands there nervously, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “C’mon, Jason, lay on the counter for me,” you say, signaling him to come over to you. He walks over slowly, clearly very nervous. You grab his wrist, pulling him close to you. “It’s gonna be fine, don’t be nervous.”
He gives you a small smile, “I’ll do my best.”
You give him an encouraging kiss on the cheek and shove him lightly towards the counter. He climbs up onto the counter and lays on his back. “Okay, so, I’m gonna put a lime in your mouth, hold it there for me, okay?” Jason nods obediently, trying to pretend like he isn’t incredibly turned on by all of this.
You place the lime into his mouth and start to sprinkle some salt around his belly button. “Okay, I’m gonna pour the shot now, try not to move much for me.” You open up the bottle of tequila and pour a bit onto his stomach, you quickly set down the bottle and lick up the salt around his belly button. Jason flinches and the shot starts to dribble down his stomach, you quickly try to slurp up the shot, chasing it down his navel, almost reaching his waistband as you lick it up. Jason freezes up as he feels you lick dangerously low. He clenches his hands into fists and whines as you come back up and take the lime from his lips, sucking on it. He stares up at you as you spit the lime into your palm. “See? That wasn’t so bad right?”
He gulps, “Y-Yeah, not bad at all…” His voice is shaky, he’s doing his best to fight off his arousal and save himself from the embarrassment of popping a boner in front of all of his co-workers.
You help him off the counter and move to stand in front of his crotch, your back to his chest. You turn back to everyone else with a smile, “Why don’t we move this party out to the campfire, yeah? We can play a little strip poker and maybe go for a little swim.”
Everyone agrees and starts heading outside, you begin to walk to the door and turn back to look at Jason. “C’mon, you need to give me some pointers so I don’t end up completely exposed.”
He bites his lower lip, taking your hand in his. You pull him towards you and move his arm so it’s draped around your waist. “I-I’ll do my best…”
You chuckle, “How about you do enough to just let me end up in my underwear, ‘kay?” You lead him out to the lake as you feel his hand slip into your back pocket. It’s going to be a very fun night.
