#female-reader

[insomniacfics]

Dear Internet,

I constantly have to delete messages about my one-shots stuff because it's just stupid. I'll have people outright get angry that I DARED write a reader-insert that wasn't aimed for a female-reader. Like...guys, you can count on one hand how many male/ftm reader writers there are out there. If me not writing for Fem!Reader bothers you, I BEG of you, just leave me be.

Sincerely, A transguy that's tired of Reader-Insert ONLY meaning a Female-Reader

[imaginedmc]

Heck yes! Thank you for making this blog ;3 followed and turned on notifications! :D May I request a Dante (not reboot, please) reaction/headcanon where reader non-chalantly drops the bomb that she's late but she reassures him "it's probably nothing"? Lol

(Very welcome! :D) 

Dante hears that she’s late, but doesn’t want to take any kind of chances. He’s torn between being very safe about this (because it could be a huge blow to his lifestyle), and trusting her knowledge about her body. Dante plays it cool, though, but he’s secretly watching very closely over the next few weeks for any additional signs. 

[insomniacfics]

Worried. Geralt x Reader One-Shot

@witch-of-letters​ requested: “ Hello! 😀 Can I request Geralt headcanons, where he falls in love with a female Witcher (the only one in existence that can use real sorcery - basically a Witcher/sorceress hybrid. Also, she's much more personable than Geralt 😋)? “

Note: I tried to change it to nonbinary, but I really don’t know how to write for someone who is nonbinary without getting pronouns mixed up. I’ll have to practice that. So, female-reader.

Triggers: Mentions of a bleeding.

“Geralt, Geralt, look!” Jaskier said excitedly as he stood. “As I live and breathe. Y/N!”

Y/N blinked as she looked to the shout and smiled, waving a hand and ordering a round of drinks before walking to them. “Jaskier. Still loud as ever, I see,” She chuckled.

Jaskier smiled and clapped a hand on her back, blinking as the innkeeper brought them the beers. Y/N nodded and drank deeply. Jaskier drank and glanced over, seeing the way Geralt studied the hybrid. He frowned and looked, studying her further.

“You’ve got a new one,” Geralt finally said once Y/N set down the mug. She nodded, fingers gingerly touching the healing scar on her neck. “You got careless.”

“I know,” she whined, pouting. “I got the bastard, but it wasn’t worth it in the end. Had to be patched up by the doctor and everything. It was awful,” She hummed.

“What was it?” Jaskier asked. Y/N smiled and recounted the tale for the bard.

Geralt watched the way she spoke. His eyes kept focusing on her neck. Finally, he stood, “I’m turning in,” He said simply, heading up to his room.

Y/N blinked, watching the Witcher go. “He okay?” She asked after a long silence.

“I think he loves you,” The bard said with a grin. He chuckled at the blink from the hybrid. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Y/N blushed a bit. “Why would he love me? Jaskier, please don’t tease me,” She sighed, resting her chin in her hand. Jaskier frowned at that. “I’m a monster.”

“Aren’t we all?” Jaskier challenged. “In all my travels with Geralt, I’ve found humans are more terrifying. But, I do believe he loves you, Witcher and Sorceress, and all.” He leaned in. “Wanna know how I know that?”

Y/N glanced at him and leaned closer, letting him whisper into her ear. “He pouts when we part from you, and the moment he spotted you, he straightened right up. Not to mention he saw that new mark first. He knows you’re healed but seeing it upset him.”

Y/N blushed at that, sitting down. Jaskier took a long drink and hummed. “Room Seven.”

He smirked as the hybrid shot up, walking quickly to the room in question.

Y/N blinked as she stood outside the room, hesitating as her hand had raised to knock. Before she could ponder if it were a good idea, the door swung open. The glare immediately softened as Geralt took in Y/N’s appearance. He stepped aside and let her into the room.

The hybrid stepped in, eying the area. “You alright?” She finally asked, blinking up at him.

“I’m fine. Why?” He asked simply, sitting down.

“Because Jaskier says you…” She stopped herself, afraid for the first time in her life now. Of all the things that she’d faced, somehow, asking Geralt about his feelings towards her made her freeze up.

“What’d he say?” He sighed, clearly annoyed.

She gulped and said, “You were worried about me.”

Geralt blinked and sighed, stepping towards her. She held her breath as his fingers brushed against her collar, pushing away the fabric to study the scar. “A bit,” He confessed. “That was deep enough to make a scar.”

Y/N smiled softly. “Yeah. I used a flame to cauterize it. It looks worse than it was. It only looks as bad as it does because I passed out while doing that.”

“Idiot,” he snapped. “You could’ve gotten killed.”

“But I didn’t!” Y/N giggled. She reached up and squeezed his hand. “Geralt, look at me.” His lip came up in a snarl as he watched her. She smiled gently and brought his hand to her cheek, leaning into his touch. “I’m okay. I promise.”

The anger melted from his face as he leaned down, resting his forehead to hers. He sighed softly as his thumb rubbed against her cheekbone. “How dare you.”

“Huh?”

“How dare you make me worry,” He said simply, lifting her chin and pecking her lips. She blushed and stared at him before kissing him. He hummed as he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. He slowly deepened the kiss as she stepped closer to him. “Idiot.”

She smiled against his lips. “You love me though, right?” She asked softly.

“Yeah. I do.”

[1-800-inamorata]

Can i have a yandere mercy and Moira fight over a very clueless medical student, please? Bonus: they work out their differences?? Thank you. :3

listened to this while writing. sorry for my garbage writing, i had trouble with the ending.

-Pomme 🖤

During the early days of Overwatch, Moira and Angela were actually quite good friends, sharing their love of biology and science with each other constantly. Of course, Moira always thought Angela’s vision of science was so vanilla. Smart, but boring and so in-the-box. On the other hand, Angela always thought Moira could be a little nicer to those she didn’t view as worthy.

Never the less, the two of them still liked each other’s company, choosing to ignore their differences, and be together. So, when Overwatch picked up a new medical student, it had fired up a whole new range of emotions between the couple.

Angela loved your kindness, the way you smiled, how you were so desperate to help the world, just as she was.

Moira loved your mind, how you thought so creatively when it came to solving problems, and how interested you were in her works.

Both women had noticed the other’s fondness of you, and it was immediate war. Both wanted you on their project, and had even approached you in lab at the same time, sparking a little argument with them.

Moira turned to you, giving you a gentle smile. “Dear, may we have a moment alone?

You nodded, scurrying off to go do something else.

“I hardly think she is interested in your… crude experiments, Moira. She is much better suited on a project such as mine.” Angela had state, and the red head scoffed as she paced. “Besides. Knowing you, you would use her as the test subject.”

“Crude? That is hilarious, Ziegler. If anyone’s projects are crude, it is your halfbaked, boring, little works.” Moira returned, towering over the blonde. Angela stood her ground. “She would be much more interested in something more exciting, such as my project.”

There was a moment of silence, both women staring the other way angrily. Their expressions faded, looking into the other’s eyes. They liked each other, they had forgotten that. 

“Well, then.” The blonde finally broke, crossing her arms. “You think my experiments are boring?”

“No, I don’t. I’m sorry I said that.”Moira sighed, taking the doctor’s hand in her long fingers. “I was afraid of telling you I liked her.”

“Moira O’Deorain? Afraid?” Angela shook her head, laughing softly. “This is so foolish. Our relationship isn’t… normal, in the least. I don’t know why you would act so strangely about this.”

“As if you were any better.” The red head laughed, and they both smiled. “You were acting strangely too.”

“You’re right. I was concerned about her liking you more than me. But, who would like you over me?” Angela teased, earning a smack on the arm from the red head.

Since then, the two women had gone full force in courting you. It was honestly an attack from both sides, being stuck between a rock and a hard place. You often had to excuse yourself when they would place themselves near you, one on either side as you went about your tasks. It was always strangely fond comments that they gave you.

“You inject those cells so precisely, who taught you that?” 

“What a brilliant idea to use that chemical, liebling.”

The comments were flattering, but comments turned into touches. You weren’t someone who valued their personal space very heavily, but it was strokes to the hair, Angela holding your hand whenever she talked with you casually. It wasn’t touches that friends would exchange, needless to say appropriate for a mentor relationship such as the one you had with the two women. You had decided to confront them about it. You were certain they were in a relationship, why would they be treating you this way?

The two women shared a look after you had presented your concerns, laughing afterwards. You gave them an incredulous look as they stood from their chairs, approaching towards you. Their gait seemed… different. Almost predatory.

“Well, at least she knew we were hinting at something.” Moira commented, laying a fond hand on your shoulder.

“How could she not? You flirt as well as a teenage boy.” Angela returned, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek.

“W-Wait. I don’t get it.” You questioned as Moira put an arm around your shoulder, the two of them smiling down at you. 

“Oh, liebe.” Angela tsked, and Moira could only help but sigh at you. “We thought you were smarter than that.”

“We desire you, darling.” Moira finished. 

[1-800-inamorata]

hiiii! i love ur blog! may i request a witch mercy with a fem s/o? just general headcanons if u dont have anything in mind. thank u for writing!

here ye be

-Pomme 🖤

You were originally just a girl from a small village bordering the castle, life having become a little more complicated since you reached marrying age. 

Your father had been quick about pairing you with the son of some stuffy banker. It would have been an easy life, but you weren’t exactly… privy to men. 

Your eye had always wandered towards your female friends, their glowing, clean skin and soft, curvy figures. You much preferred them to a rough, hard man and his time-appropriate ideals of what you should be. 

You could never tell your father, of course, he would have disowned you, and there was nothing your mother could have done. 

She had pinned you for it early on, seeing the way you lovingly sketched the figures of your friends when they weren’t looking.

So you gathered what you could, took enough gold from the family safe, and you ran. You had enough food to last you until you made it a few towns over, where you would cut your hair and find what work you could. 

Your father wouldn’t follow you– he couldn’t with the time it took to run his business. There, you would be free to love who you wanted. 

You ran to the forest, condensation hanging heavy in the soft breeze. It was chilly for a summer’s night– nothing you and your heavy cloak couldn’t handle. 

You were sure you could do this. You felt yourself stumble a bit, using your other foot to catch yourself, only to feel a blinding pain shoot up your leg as you cried out in agonizing pain.

You crumpled to the dirt floor of the forest, allowing your eyes to wander down to the large, metal trap digging its teeth into the flesh of your leg.

You passed out at the sight of blood.

You had awoken in the witch’s house, not that you knew where you were until she had told you.

She had found you ensnared in one of the scientist’s traps, and she counted herself as your savior, seeing how she had to convince him not to experiment on you.

You were incredibly grateful, until she told you that you would not be leaving. Not anytime soon, at least. 

“I’m in need of a good familiar, and since you owe me your life, I figured you would be the perfect choice.”

The process of her turning you into a small, black cat was... painful, to say the least. It felt like someone was pulling you apart and rearranging your bones.

With good behavior, she allowed you to become human when you weren’t out doing her bidding.

She was also a fan of holding your animal form when she was reading, threatening a fate much worse than one with her if you disobeyed.

Throughout the years, you have noticed yourself never aging, rarely getting sick or hurt. You could only imagine that it was the witch’s-- Angela’s doing. 

The two of you had grown closer, albeit first being rather cold towards her. You really did owe her your life. You had met the scientist and his... creation. His monster.

You both started spending more time in each other’s presence, despite Angela not needing you for that moment. You felt safe around her.

There, in her possession, you would stay for the rest of your years. The two of you would fall in love, and Angela would even release your soul from her grasp, even though you didn’t want to leave anymore.