#shadow weaver x reader

[vampcubus]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

【 ❤︎ 】 𝐊𝐄𝐘 : 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 💕 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 🗡 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 🖤

╬═ 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

to be added .ᐟ

╬═ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

to be added .ᐟ

╬═ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 & 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

to be added .ᐟ

[child-of-the-nights]

hi! could you write something for shadow weaver? maybe after she survives and decides to get in the path of an actually good redemption arc, you're dating her whiel she's still in the castle, you brush her hair, helps her with the plants, and overall stay and have faith and patience. i just really want some fluff ✌🏼

Damn, I didn’t think I would actually get a Shadow Weaver ask but I love this idea! She’s my fav from the show, so I’ll try my best ^^

A/N: Please, if you don’t like Shadow Weaver don’t go sending hate to people who like her character. If you see this post and you don’t like her, please don’t interact  with it. Thank you! ^^

Life in the castle changed greatly after Shadow Weaver started living there. Everyone had their own duties, since there was still so much to do for Etheria. Glimmer and her friends took care of most of the things but sometimes they required Shadow Weaver’s help as well. Ever since she decided to actually try to change, people started to be less wary around her. Obviously, the suspicion never went away but the tension, whenever she was in the same room as them, started being less permanent. 

When she wasn’t available, for whatever reason it might be, the group often asked Y/N to help them decide on some stuff as well. It was exhausting for both parties but what had to be done was done at least. And while working together, Y/N and Shadow Weaver have found love. On the rare occasions, such as this day, when they didn’t have anything to worry about, they spent their time together. 

Today they decided to hang out in Y/N’s room, since it was much brighter than Shadow Weaver’s. Usually it wouldn’t matter to either of them, but Y/N came up with the idea to brush their beloved’s hair and try to braid it. Sure, they weren’t an expert at it but they wanted to sort of “reward” Shadow Weaver for working on herself. 

“Have you ever braided your hair before?” Y/N asked while brushing Shadow Weaver’s beautiful black locks. 

“I’m pretty sure, my dear, that everyone has tried doing so at least once in their life.” she chuckled. “Why are you asking?”

“Well, I was just curious whether or not you would like me to braid your hair too?” they shrugged. For some time, neither of them spoke. Y/N stopped brushing her hair and looked in the mirror to see Shadow Weaver’s face. Well, rather her mask. The sudden silence worried them and not being able to see her expression just made it worse. “I mean, if you don’t want to, I won't! It was just an idea.”

“Sounds lovely to me, my dear.” she nodded after some thinking. “I was simply just taken aback by your boldness.”

“Oh, sorry... I completely misread your reaction.” they chuckled awkwardly. “Then I’ll get to it!”

And with that being said, they started braiding Shadow Weaver’s hair. It wasn’t an easy job, as the older woman had so much hair, but they were able to find their way around it. While braiding, Y/N and Shadow Weaver exchanged a few words, most of those being jokes. Not many people would’ve thought but Shadow Weaver actually had a humorous side. Surely her humor wasn’t for everyone but Y/N enjoyed it and that was all that mattered. 

It took quite a while to finish her look but when Y/N was done, they happily looked in the mirror to see Shadow Weaver’s reaction. Though it was kinda hard to tell, she actually appeared to be happy. Shadow Weaver stood up and, though they couldn’t see it, smiled at Y/N. They went in for a hug which was returned by her. These were the moments where Shadow Weaver wondered what she had done to deserve such an amazing person as Y/N. 

“I greatly appreciate this.” she released her beloved. “I also would like to express my gratitude for your faith in me.” With a swift hand motion, she used magic to materialise a daisy behind their ear. “There. You look ravishing, my little daisy.”

Y/N looked in the mirror with a face that could be mistaken for a tomato. Shadow Weaver giggled at the sight and put her hand on their shoulder as she swooped behind them. Soon they started snickering as this was a moment when they truly felt happy. Even if life was hard at the moment, they both found peace within each other. 

Sure, Shadow Weaver had many flaws, most of them in being abusive, she truly wanted to change. And it wasn’t easy, nobody said it would be, but it was much better with someone by her side. With the patience Y/N had, Shadow Weaver was sure she had a chance of true redemption. These were one of those moments that proved to her, and everyone else around them, that there’s a happy end for her as well.   

“I’m going back to my garden.” she stepped back. “Would you like to help me with taking care of my plants?”

“You’re willing to let me into your garden? I can’t say no to that!” they smiled. “Let’s go.” Y/N walked to the door and opened it for their girlfriend. Shadow Weaver just shook her head with a sigh and walked out while Y/N followed her.

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And some general headcanons, ‘cus why not:

It takes her quite some time (and I mean months) to take off her mask. She does trust you, however that’s her biggest insecurity. Even when you already comforted her about her appearance, she’s still hesitant to take her mask off. 

One of her ways to show that she truly loves you is teaching you how to properly take care of her garden. Shadow Weaver shares her tips with you and jokes about what you shouldn’t do, as she learned that the hard way. She also tells you what each flower means as a gift. 

She always rambles about magic. Even if you don’t understand it, she appreciates that you listen to her. If you ask some questions about something, she tries breaking it down to you, so you can understand what she’s talking about. 

On the other hand, if you know how to do magic, then it’s a mutual thing you two bond about. She’s willing to teach you some spells if you’re willing to share your knowledge with her. For obvious reasons she already knows most of the stuff you talk about, but as she finds out, there’s still things she didn’t know about magic. 

Even if she loves you, her abusive behaviour is still something she struggles with. Sometimes she snaps and says things that aren’t very appropriate. When she realises what she has done, she tries to make it up to you with something. It might be a date or a gift, but most of the time it is not put into words. You have to work on that with her because it’s hard for her to admit her wrongdoings. 

Generally, she appreciates that you have the patience and faith to help her as she has given up on herself before. 

That being said, she barely tells you things about her past as Light Spinner. Most are about the magic she learned and that she was Micah’s teacher, but that’s as far as she’s willing to go. No more and no less. 

I hope you liked it! ^^

[neighborhood-houseplant]

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[blood-and-poetry]

Touch (Shadow Weaver x reader)

You are a guard at Bright Moon and your fascination for a certain prisoner gets you into trouble. The guard is touch starved and gay. Shadow Weaver is also gay and maybe slightly drunk. And she is out of unfortunate souls to manipulate. That’s where you come in. This is my first fanfiction in forever and my first fanfiction in English (which isn’t my native language) so please forgive me for any bad mistakes.  

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You have heard stories about the new prisoner. Most of them were no more than hushed whispers but you got the important bits together after some time. A sorceress fallen from grace, second in command of the Horde, overall deceiving and cruel. Despite being the most unnerving prisoner you ever encountered she never gives you or the other guards any trouble at all. Most of the time she keeps her thoughts to herself and when she speaks to the queen or the princesses it is always in a direct and at least slightly polite way, even though her voice and her tone make a shiver go down your spine. She rarely addresses you or any other guard personally and you are certain that this is for the best. Her voice makes you feel hot and cold at the same time while you catch yourself clinging to your staff harder than usual whenever you encounter her. You don‘t know what dark magic is surrounding Shadow Weaver but it seems to have an effect on you. It is not like you have to worry about getting close to her, most of the time you hold guard in front of her door until the new guards take your place or an authorized person wants to go inside. Now that she is allowed to wander the halls of Bright Moon your duties also include accompanying her when she desires to leave her room. But even when you stand right behind her for hours she barely acknowledges your existence. You don‘t think it could be any other way this time when she calls out for a guard. Initially you think she wants to roam the palace again but usually, she doesn‘t ask for permission and instead just walks out of the door. You exchange a quick nod with your fellow guard and then step inside Shadow Weavers prison. Of course, it isn‘t a prison in the classical sense at all. The dim-lit room is exquisitely furnished and a small waterfall ends inside a shimmering pond in a corner of the room.

A few meters beside the pond Shadow Weaver is sitting in a chair, not looking up from the book she is reading. She seems completely relaxed and doesn’t acknowledge you in the slightest. Almost unsure if you just imagined her calling out you just stand there for a few seconds.

Unfortunately, those seconds give you time to look at her slender hands, her elegant fingers turning a page in her book, and her black hair shimmering in the light of some candles. Realizing that you are holding your breath you decide to step closer and get this over with.

„You called?“ you put too much effort into sounding emotionless but you are sure that she didn’t notice.

Shadow Weaver slowly turns the next page of her book before she raises her voice.

„Yes I did.“

Followed by an uncomfortably long pause that almost makes you hold your breath for a second time. Only after you open your mouth again to ask what she wants she lifts her face from the book to stare directly at you.

Her piercing eyes seem to send needles through your body and make you forget to close your mouth for a long enough time for her to notice. At least you are sure that she must have noticed by now.

You are taller than her, physically stronger and used to being around powerful women capable of terrifying magic. Despite all that you never felt smaller than when you are around her. As all guards, you never show anything else than a stern facade devoid of emotion and even the slightest shift in that facade seems unforgivable to you.

Her calm but strict voice breaks through your chaotic thoughts and worries.

„I asked for another bottle of wine over an hour ago. I do not expect any sort of competence from dull servants like yourself but perhaps you prove to be more useful than the previous one.“

You know that these words shouldn’t make you feel something at all or if anything make you angry. She wants you to bring her wine? You are a proud guard of Brightmoon, not a mere servant. But somehow you feel yourself becoming even smaller, even more unsure of yourself and how to behave around this woman.

She seems to have noticed the slight shift in your mood like a predator senses blood. Her eyes narrow and she rises from her chair, stepping closer.

To stop whatever she wants to do from happening you try to answer as quickly as possible.

„I will inform the kitchen staff of your request and- “ but it’s already too late.

She is so close now, every fiber of your body begins to tingle. You have no idea where this sensation comes from and decide for yourself that it must have something to do with some kind of dark and ancient magic. Then suddenly she says something quite unexpected.

„I see. It is you again.“

The simple sentence lets you blink in confusion. Before you can ask any questions Shadow Weaver speaks again.

„Despite your efforts to fuse into a unit devoid of individual personality the guards of Brightmoon are not half as successful as they think themselves to be.“

Her hands gesture while she speaks and while you focus on them you almost miss that she just insulted you for the second time.

„Do you think I did not notice how your hands clench, how your breath stops and your weak little heart beats faster every time you are around me?“

You want to deny all of it but to your dismay, your heart begins to beat faster in this very moment.

„I have proven myself to be an ally to Brightmoon. While I welcome an appropriate amount of respect the intensity of your fear is unnecessary.“

Her voice is harsh and feels like a slap to your face. While you struggle to find the right words her hand reaches out to your chin.

The slight touch almost makes you flinch. Heat rushes through your body and your knees get weak. You should take a step back, push her away, maybe even yell at her and report to the queen. But to your horror, there is a very clear feeling now that makes you stay right where you are. You are-

„Aroused.“ Shadow Weavers voice sounds surprised but not unhappy. Quite the opposite.

Because of that damn mask you can’t see her facial expression but you are sure that she is smiling underneath the red metal. Unfortunately, your helmet only hides the upper part of your face so Shadow Weaver is still able to see the bright red blush that is spreading over your entire face right now.

„Curious. I did not quite expect this.“ Her hand slides up to your cheek, stroking it far too gentle and then firmly holding your head in place so you can’t escape her gaze.

As you finally find your voice again it trembles and cracks which makes you fail to make your point particularly convincing.

„This is nonsense. I will report to the kitchen staff and leave you to your books. If you would excuse me now-“

You want to turn away from her but to your surprise, her hand is much stronger than you initially thought. Her grip tightens and you can feel her piercing claws on your cheek and neck before she suddenly lets go of your face.

Despite your best efforts, a small whimper escapes your lips. The sound isn’t caused by the slight pain on your skin. The absence of her touch makes you feel empty and cold. You have the desperate need to collapse under her grip, to fall to your knees and let her touch you again. Heat is pulsing through your body and you can’t seem to bring your breath under control.

„You poor thing. It was never my intention to cause you such… confusion.“ You can hear a soft chuckle.

„And you are indeed right. I should not have distracted you from your duties.“ Her voice is so much warmer and friendlier now and it makes your chest tighten even more.

You blink in confusion as she turns away from you and heads back to the chair. Was that it? You can still sense the feeling of her touch on your skin as you watch her picking up her book again. She appears to be as calm and collected as ever.

Embarrassed you try to clear your throat and shake your head to get rid of these lingering sensations.

Just as you want to leave a clicking sound indicates that the door opens. The second guard looks at you with a mix of relief and annoyance. Now that you think about it you really shouldn’t have stayed in here for so long. On your own.

Still thinking about what curse or spell she could have forced onto you, you rush outside without looking back.

[commander-sparklebomb]

Could you do a shadow weaver (or light spinner) x a shy fem s/o?

“Ugh, who shelved these?” you grumble to yourself as you glare at a group of scrolls. They’re not just out of order—they’re in complete disarray. You snatch the misplaced scrolls and continue grumbling, your irritation growing with each one you find.

“Transmutation…divination…abjuration? Oh, if I ever find who put these back like this I’ll—”

As you turn around, your arms full of scrolls, you come face to face with Light Spinner and let out a startled yelp. A few of the scrolls tumble from your arms. Light Spinner picks them up and puts them back into place, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Something troubling you, darling?” she says. Heat rushes to your face and neck.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” you ask.

“Long enough to hear your quite frankly adorable griping.”

Your blush darkens. “L-Light Spinner…”

“My apologies,” she chuckles. “You make it far too easy to tease you.”

“You can make it up to me by helping me put these scrolls away.”

“If it means spending more time with my favorite girl, then I’d be happy to.”

You hide your face in the pile of scrolls in your arms while Light Spinner chuckles.

[child-of-the-nights]

Hello there! Welcome to my blog! My name is Dante and my pronouns are she/they. I write oneshots and headcanons with characters from various fandoms! I also make moodboards and other sorts of shitposts! Feel free to send in any asks though! Even if they are just some simple questions.

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- Kili

- Fili

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- Jinx

- Vi

- Caitlyn

- Viktor

- Sevika

- Ekko

Twilight

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- Natasha Romanoff

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- Loki Laufeyson

- Wanda Maximoff

- Peter Parker (Tom Holland version)

- Bucky Barnes

- Steve Rogers

- Valkyrie

- Stephen Strange

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Baldur's Gate 3:

- Raphael

- Rolan

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- Zevlor

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I'm not going to write anything about pedophilia, incest, or rape. Also, please understand that I'm allowed to decline an ask and not do it. A simple thank you is always appreciated.

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𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫~

[commander-sparklebomb]

HEY PERSON I DON’T KNOW HOW ABOUT SOMETHING FOR SHADOW WEAVER

“Do it again.”

With a deep breath, you draw a circle in the air with the tip of your index finger, softly glowing yellow light appearing in its wake. You trace symbols into the circle, completing the spell, and a caterpillar made of the same yellow light appears, crawling on the surface of the Black Garnet. You make a complicated motion with your hands, and the caterpillar weaves a cocoon around itself.

“Good,” Shadow Weaver says approvingly. “Don’t stop now.”

You nod, concentrating too hard to speak. After another gesture with your hands, the cocoon explodes into a shower of sparks. A butterfly emerges in its place and flies around the room before evaporating. You turn to Shadow Weaver for approval.

“Very good, my pet,” Shadow Weaver croons, stroking your cheek. “You’ve improved since our last lesson.”

You lean into her cold touch, sighing as your eyes slide closed and you nuzzle into her palm. Her sharp fingernails bite into the sensitive skin of your cheek, but you welcome the sensation.

“Do I deserve a reward?” you murmur.

Shadow Weaver chuckles, low . “I believe you do.”

You close your eyes again as she removes her mask and sigh through your nose when you feel her icy lips on your own.