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Hii! Thank you so much for your request @fawnqueenbrowsing !! I really liked this idea so I hope it lives up to your expectations : )

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"Mayday, mayday!"

Wukula x reader

Notes: Swear words, Short, Reader is gender neutral, reader is a scientist and apart of the resistance, reader is human, skulls so implied death, Reader is oblivious dude 😭 like how can you not notice someone watching you for a long ass time, Wukula has been following reader for about 3 days.

Humming to yourself you slowly made your way into the field lab, chucking your bag onto a nearby chair you quickly got to work on the computer, trying to see if you could find a safe signal to the resistance's temporary place. You had gotten lost due to the resistance's new hideout being attacked (why does that keep happening?) by the RDA and this...clan of na'v.i And of course luck wasn't on your side, you had lost your Comms, your only way of communication, gone! And now you were alone in the beautiful yet dangerous world of pandora, you were no goddamn soldier! You could barely hold your own against another human and so you were proper dead against a viper wolf. "Ugh!!" You groaned, placing a hand on your forehead. The damn computer ran out of juice!

Letting out a low long huff, you whipped around and charged outside. "Fuck!" You yelled into the wilderness, before dropping to the ground and crossing your legs. Being alone actually gave you a lot of time to voice your frustrations. So that was one positive to your miserable situation. You were stuck out here and even worse it was night right now. "Fuck me..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands. You were definitely going to die in a few days, rations were getting low, no comms, computers dead, and you had nothing to protect yourself. Oh, you were so screwed! "I need some damn food." You grumbled to yourself, you might as well be stuffed as a pig before you die.

Standing tall, you stretched your arms, before going back in to grab some grub. Grabbing your bag you quickly opened it and grabbed the ration packet but you paused. Your fingertips touched something unknown to you, something that was not in there earlier. Shifting the food under your armpit, you firmly grabbed the foreign object and lifted it up towards your face. Oh...Oh, that's a skull! A Na'vi skull at that..."Curious," You whispered in awe. It's a bit grousume, but you've always wanted to examine one of these. But the question still stands, how did it get here? Did someone put it in your bag before you left base as a surprise? Or did something else?

It was a question that ran around in your mind, it filled you with paranoia. Was there someone else here? But you quickly scrubbed that thought, no, you're alone out here, well not counting the hungry creatures that stalked outside. Sighing, you placed the skull on a nearby desk and sat down in the chair Infront of it. Eating will have to wait. Putting the ration down on the desk and sliding it to the back, you quickly got to work examining it. "I wonder what happened to you?" You murmured to yourself, a hand on your chin. There were no dents on the skull, nothing broken ontop, so most likely lower injuries. Chest or neck you presumed.

Moving your hand you looked out into the night, pandora was so beautiful at this time, you tilted your head to continue examining the object but something caught the corner of your eye, a blur of white and black..? "The hell.." You whispered before standing up and walking towards the entrance. Squinting, you saw a figure. A tall figure. A Na'vi? "Hello?" You called, reaching for your lighter in your front pocket. Was it one of the Sarentu? Oh, please let it be one of them you silently prayed. "Tamtey please tell me it's you!" You continued calling each of the Sarentu clan members names, even Nor! But the figure gave you no response, it merely stood there. Huffing slowly, you clicked on the lighter and extended your arm.

Ah... that's definitely not a Sarentu! ....It's one of the Na'vi that attacked the resistance! "Oh shit.." You breathed, stumbling backwards and nearly tripping over onto your bum, had they come to finish you off? And to your horror it decided to move, it stalked towards you before opening it's mouth. "Lu mawey, taw vrrtep," A husky voice rang out. Pausing, you quickly translated the words in your head, 'Be calm, sky demon.' "No! I will not be calm!" You sassed back, that made it chuckle as it stood at the doorstep, crouching down to get inside.

"Feisty," He cooed, leaning against a nearby wall. "Get out!" You hissed, waving your lighter at him as if it was gonna attack him or something. "No." He said firmly, his voice commanding. Turning away from you he looked at the skull on the desk. "So, you have gotten my gift." He smirked to which he received a scowl from you. "Who are you!?" You spat, cutting to the chase. He hummed, grabbing one of his blades and fiddled with it like it was a toy. "You are not in charge here!" He hissed. "You do not deserve the answers."

This was fucking horrifying. "Then what are you gonna do with me, huh? Gut me? I'd like to see you try." You shot back at him with a prideful gleam in your eye. He glared at you before slowly standing. "No." He answered simply, his hand lowering to his side though one of his blades were still in his hand. "Your struggle has sparked something within me," He started to explain. "You whine, like a child! Yet you get through it. You survive. That is a great skill." Crouching down Infront of you he slowly placed his blade down at your feet.

"I can save you from," A pause before his hand raised and gestured around you. "This. I will keep your belly full. I will give you gifts. I will give you the best facilities and weapons you could ever need. But," Another pause. "You will serve me. And only me."

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HATE TO SAY IT BUT MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR DISPATCH!!! (I WILL GET TO THESE ONES I PROMISE) Will do literally any of the characters

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viltrum mark grayson x reader. mark falls to earth, meets reader, they’re both madly in love and mark keeps his origin assignment/purpose hidden, afraid reader will leave him if he reveals the truth. but one day, somehow someway, reader finds out and confronts him. mark sees were this could lead and immediately starts to prevent it from happening by falling to his knees, grabbing readers legs and crying into their thigh. pathetically mumbling and talking about how ‘it was for the mission’ and ‘my love, i would never hurt you’ or ‘you are my girlfriend, soon-to-be-wife/queen (mark is delulu like that) please find it in your heart to forgive me 😢’

"IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE ANON!!! I loveee Mark variant fics. I hope I do this one justice for you." - JOR

Viltrum! Mark x GN! Reader

WORD COUNT: 887 / CHARACTER COUNT: 4,803

THIRD/SECOND PERSON POV:

When Mark first fell down to Earth, his mission was clear: conquest, subjugation, expansion of the Viltrum Empire.

When he first met you, you were working at a local deli — a family-owned business that had been thriving for years. You didn’t have a designated uniform, so you wore whatever you wanted.

Mark pretended to need things at first, asking you for help. For example, he claimed he couldn’t find something as plain and simple as chips. When you went over to help, they were on the top shelf.

“It’s up there… I would get it for you, but I don’t have my stool on me right no—”

He cut you off smoothly by grabbing the bag himself from behind you. His arm reached over your shoulder. He wasn’t uncomfortably close; he smelled faintly of debris mixed with a hint of cologne. Something about the interaction left you flushed.

When he noticed this, he decided you would be part of expanding the empire. That was all he saw at the time.

Mark became a regular at the shop and eventually asked you out on a date.

“Hey.” When Mark spoke, he always seemed so serious and stiff, his shoulders broader than stone.

PHIGHTING!.... Please give me slingshot x reader plead please please!!! I'm begging you, ur artstyle is so yummy and cool and amazing so I NEED to see my absolute fav I'm ur style...

Yes of course…

Slingshot x Reader!!!

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Angel Eyes

Request: Hello I would like to request a Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader! I see that you also do starwars and it had me thinking. How would Coriolanus do if either your his tribute or a mentor or his wife? and a little kid came up to the reader and asked her if she was an Angel?

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: classism, mentions of malnutrition/malnourishment, Coryo’s manipulation, slight diversion from canon for fic sake

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The Capitol Zoo was unusually quiet that morning, as if the city itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the Games. The sky above was pale and washed-out, making the enclosures seem more like cages.

You walked slowly beside Coriolanus, your fingers brushing together before he finally gave in and laced his with yours. It was one of the few soft things about him—this quiet affection when no one was watching.

Well, when he thought no one was watching, at least.

Could I request coat guy x reader with long hair and she's always warm no matter the temp and can she be like ETHEREAL but she doesn't seem to think so?

Lol I was about to post the headcanons of Coat Guy x Reader 😭💦 I don't mind the request cuz I loves to writing ur idea so y'all can send yours whatever u like!

The first time he meets you, he doesn’t understand why the air feels different around you. It’s not temperature alone, it’s like you carry a presence, something calm, steady, almost luminous even in dim places. He stares for too long before realizing he’s staring.

You, being oblivious to it, think maybe he’s cold (he always is), so you just offer him your scarf or touch his arm. He flinches, your skin is warm, unnaturally so, like sunlight through fabric. He asks, bluntly: “...W-Why are y-you warm?” and you just shrug, like it’s nothing. He hates that it lingers in his thoughts long after.

No matter where you are, snow, rain, wind, or shadow... you radiate gentle warmth. He’s certain you don’t notice, but even your breath feels like it doesn’t fog the air.

He sometimes stands closer under the excuse of “cold weather”. He won’t admit it, but your warmth grounds him; his hands ache less, his chest eases.

Once, you fall asleep near him, and he notices the faint way your hair seems to move with the air, not quite like human hair, more like it’s responding to invisible currents. It unsettles and mesmerizes him.

People often stare when you pass, not because of vanity, but because there’s something subtly otherworldly. The way you move, the soft sound of your voice, how your eyes seem to reflect light instead of absorbing it. You brush it off, thinking you just look tired or messy. Mikhail finds it frustrating — how could someone like you not notice?

Sometimes, when you smile at him kindly, he forgets to breathe. You don’t mean to make him lose his composure, but he’ll find himself fumbling with his gloves or coughing to hide it.

He acts like he doesn’t care - silent, composed, practical, but he’s hyperaware of every small movement you make. If your hair brushes his sleeve? His pulse jumps. If you laugh? He turns away fast, pretending to inspect something.

He doesn’t speak much, but his actions are protective: keeping you away from danger, checking for drafts, offering his coat (which is ironic since you’re warmer than him).

He pretends he’s annoyed when you refuse it: “Y—You.. you’ll catch cold..” / “I never do.” you reply simply. And he glares, like that somehow makes him angrier and fonder at once.

He sometimes tests it, brushing his hand near yours, standing just a bit too close, to feel the warmth radiate. It’s a quiet addiction. Once, when you’re walking beside him, snow starts falling. It melts instantly on your skin. He watches, eyes narrowing in disbelief. You just say, “It’s always been like that”. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, oblivious to how the snow catches and glows in it. He can’t stop looking.

The first time you take his hand willingly, he swears he feels something like life returning to his fingertips.

You don’t talk much about yourself, not because you’re hiding something, but because you simply are. That unspoken stillness about you draws him in; it’s peaceful in a way he’s never known. He thinks you belong to some place beyond his reach but your warmth keeps him tethered.

When you call his name softly, his chest tightens. It sounds like a prayer spoken by accident.

He sometimes wonders if you’re real. “You don’t belong here...” he’s thought more than once. But every time you smile, the world feels less dead. You don’t realize how much you’ve changed him, the way he hesitates before hurting someone now, or how he lingers longer in places you’ve been. He’ll never say it, but he’s terrified of losing your warmth. The thought of being cold again feels unbearable.

Mikhail is the embodiment of what happens when despair eats through the soul. He moves like gravity itself, heavy, deliberate, and silent. His chest and stomach hold that hole — not a wound, but a gravitational void that consumes life. He’s learned to keep it hidden beneath his coat, sealed, but it’s always there, humming with hunger. It isn’t pain he feels anymore, it’s absence. The world doesn’t reach him. Colors fade. Sounds dull. He’s alive by momentum, not desire. He wants to stay away, because he knows the danger. One breath, one flicker of his restraint, and that void in him could swallow you. But your warmth pulls at him, not just physically, but existentially. His emptiness aches toward you, like the dark aching for light. Sometimes you reach out, fingertips hovering near his coat, and the shadows recoil from you. His hole — the thing that kills — flickers uncertainly, as if confused. He doesn’t understand how you can touch the edge of oblivion and not be destroyed.

If you're Visitor, he doesn’t believe it at first. You can’t be the same kind of thing he is, you’re too alive, too gentle, too warm. Visitors are supposed to be cold, hollow, unnatural. You break every rule he’s built around himself. For a long time, he refuses to call you “Visitor.” To him, that word doesn’t fit. He calls you by name. You being like him means you’re not safe. You could vanish, change, be taken. He’s seen what happens to Visitors when they’re discovered, or when their nature starts to unravel. It terrifies him. For once, not for his own sake. He’s cold and resigned to his fate — but you, you still smile like sunlight. He doesn’t want that taken. He starts keeping distance, thinking he’s protecting you yet he’s clumsy at it. His absence hurts him more than it helps.

When he admits it quietly, without looking at you that he’s afraid of losing you to “the Hole” or whatever it is that eats away at Visitors, you just smile faintly: “You can’t lose what’s already found its way back.”

You cup his face once, thumb brushing against the edge of his scarf. For a moment, his breath fogs the air, but yours doesn’t and he realizes, maybe that’s okay. Maybe warmth doesn’t mean life or death anymore. Maybe it just means you.

He stops seeing his condition as a curse. Stops seeing you as fragile. You both become something else entirely two echoes that learned how to feel again.

Jackson x reader headcanons... pls... i love urr fics sm 🫂🫂🫂 keep it up!!!

AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH! You guys don't get how much these compliments mean to me 😼

TW: Religious Psychosis, carving into skin

🐖《 Jackson X Reader Headcanons 》🐖

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☆ Being in a relationship with Jackson would be an emotional roller-coaster. One moment he's happy and in a good mood, and then the next he hates everyone and wants to kill something. It was really hard trying to ride that coaster but eventually you got the hang of it. When he was having an epsiode you wouldn’t take anything he said to heart. You knew when he truly meant the vile things he'd say, and the careless things he'd do.