Let it be known yes I am working, and doing my best to try pump stuff out from drafts that have even requests and my own ideas (most of these are requests BUT CONTINUE TO REQUEST)
Hi, I really enjoy your writing and I was wondering if I could ask for something?
It would be a headcanon with the Beatrice ship being the parental figures of a Fem!Reader, daughter of Freya, who recently arrived in Valhalla.
Extra: Reader could have a cat familiar who has the "power" to take Reader between realms... like the cats that pull Freya's chariot 😺⭐
ㅤ𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ How to accidentally adopt a daughter ♡ྀི
[MCGA] Parental! Beatrice & F! Daughter of Freyja! Reader
Contains: Fluff, Headcannons, Found Family(?)
A/N: This was supposed to be a few headcanons and somehow turned into Magnus and Alex accidentally co-parenting. I regret nothing yes even my rambling.
Summary: After arriving in Valhalla far younger than most einherjar, a daughter of Freyja finds herself slowly adopted by two of the strangest residents on Floor Nineteen
╰┈➤˗ˏˋ ⌞Magnus Chase⌝ ˎˊ˗
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The first thing everyone notices about you isn't that you're a daughter of Freyja not yet, at least. It's that you're young. Young enough that some of the older einherjar immediately start treating you like a little sister, and young enough that Magnus quietly worries about how you ended up here
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ When you were introduced as a daughter of Freyja, many were confused as to why you weren't in Fólkvangr instead. A child of Freyja standing in Hotel Valhalla wasn't something they saw every day. They understood soon enough when Valkyries showed them how you died
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ You were only thirteen. While everyone else was running from the attack inside the mall, you had the chance to flee too. You could have followed the crowd and made it outside. Instead, you ran the other way
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ A group of younger children had been trapped behind the chaos, frozen in fear and unable to escape. You drew attention to yourself shouting and throwing things. Doing anything you could to make the attackers focus on you instead of them
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The children ran you made sure of it, and by the time they reached safety outside, your fate had already been sealed.
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️The memory ended with you staring at your death with wide eyes and a closed mouth, fear obvious on your face despite how hard you tried to hide it. You knew what was coming. You were terrified, but you stayed anyway. That was why a daughter of Freyja stood among the einherjar of Valhalla
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The memory left everyone unusually quiet. Especially your floormates. Even Halfborn, who normally had something loud to say about heroic deaths, remained silent for several moments
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Magnus couldn't stop thinking about how scared you looked in those final seconds. Not because you died, afraid that was normal. Almost everyone was afraid when they died. What bothered him was that you'd known exactly what would happen and stayed anyway
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Magnus found himself checking on you more than he meant to afterward. At first he told himself it was because you were new to Valhalla. Then because you were younger than everyone else. Then because someone had to make sure you weren't getting dragged into Halfborn's latest terrible idea. Eventually even he realized he was running out of excuses
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Your cats certainly weren't helping either. You were used to them due to the fact cats seemed to always stick around you for some reason
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The enormous fluffy feline, along with its other companions, seemed determined to appear wherever Magnus happened to be. One moment he'd be reading quietly in his room, and the next there would be a cat sitting on his chest, staring into his soul like it paid rent there
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ "[Name] your cat..? Cats actually broke in again" Your eyes flicked between him and chewed slowly on your food "Not my fault" "She ate my food- ugh" he groaned, holding the feline in his arms "I'm not blaming you" "WOWWW I FEEL SO BLAMED AND ATTACKED GIVE ME MISS VELVET" "No! She's MINE now," Magnus huffed, holding the fluff feline while your eyes blew wide "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" You rushed after him as he held her away, Alex leaving her room, "Uhm, what the fuck?" "ALEX!! MAGNUS WONT GIVE BACK MISS VELVET" "Not my issue", Alex said, waving her hand as you tried to get your cat back
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Unlike most magical pets, your familiar seemed descended from the giant cats that pulled Freyja's chariot. She could step between realms as casually as walking through a doorway. More than once residents of Valhalla nearly had heart attacks when your cat vanished from one floor and reappeared somewhere impossible seconds later
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The first time she accidentally dragged you along with her powers, you disappeared from the dining hall and reappeared in Magnus's atrium garden halfway through him waking up with Alex leaning on the counter nearby
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ "Good morning?" you offered awkwardly "I have so many questions." Magnus grumbled rubbing his eyes, "Me too." Alex was considerably less surprised "A realm-hopping cat. Sure. Why not? That's not even in the top twenty weirdest things I've seen this week."
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Despite claiming not to like kids, Alex somehow ended up becoming one of your favorite people on Floor Nineteen. Mostly because she treated you normally. No babying. No pity. No awkward sympathy whenever people remembered how young you were when you died If anything, Alex expected more from you
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ She stared at you with furrowed brows once when it was time to train for Ragnarok. "You're a daughter of Freyja." "And? Magnus is the son of Frey" you grumbled, "And stop acting like you're helpless like Magnus." "HEY!" It sounded harsh, but strangely it helped. Alex never looked at you like someone fragile. She looked at you like someone capable of handling themselves, which you made obvious
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The first gift Alex ever made you was a tiny clay cat painted with gold markings. She acted annoyed the entire time she handed it over. "Take it." Your eyes shone as you held it. "You made this for me?" "No. I made it for the wall. It hated being a wall ornament. Stop asking questions." She shoved her hand against your hair, messing it. You still kept it on your nightstand, and somewhere along the way, people started noticing a pattern
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ If you got hurt during training, Magnus was already walking over with healing magic before anyone called him. If someone upset you, Alex somehow found out before you told anyone and made their life significantly more uncomfortable. If you disappeared, both of them immediately started looking
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Whenever your cat dragged you across the realms unexpectedly, Magnus was always the first one asking if you were alright. The first few times it made sense. The tenth time, not so much. "You know she can handle herself, right?" Mallory pointed out once. Magnus frowned. "I know." He paused. "I'm just checking." Nobody believed him
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Alex was even worse around you if you skipped training, she noticed. If you skipped meals, she noticed. If you were quieter than usual, she noticed. The strange part was that she'd pretend she didn't. "You seem grumpy." Magnus commented one day. "I'm not grumpy." Alex snapped. "Then why are you glaring at everyone?" "Because she hasn't left her room all day." Magnus blinked. "Alex…" "Don't start."
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ One afternoon Samirah casually asked where you were. Magnus answered immediately. "The western training arena." Sam raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?" Magnus opened his mouth, then stopped. Because he actually didn't know how he knew. He just did
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ They still never talked about it. Mostly because neither of them wanted to acknowledge what was becoming painfully obvious. Magnus started carrying extra snacks because "someone" kept forgetting to eat after training. Alex started keeping supplies around because "someone" had a habit of breaking things. Every excuse became less convincing than the last
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The moment Floor Nineteen realized came before Magnus and Alex did. Halfborn walked into the common room one day and loudly announced, "Where's your kid?" Magnus immediately looked up. Alex immediately answered not looking up, "She asked to go hang out with some friends" "Yeah, she said she was hanging with some kids from the 24th floor?" Neither of them noticed what they'd said or even done until the entire room burst out laughing
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ "Wait.." Magnus blinked coming to his senses, "Our what?" Magnus asked. Halfborn looked confused. "Your kid, the tiny Freyja one." Magnus and Alex both froze. Across the room, Mallory started cackling
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ The worst part was neither of them corrected him. Magnus just rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while Alex stared very intensely at the wall. Everyone noticed. Nobody said a word. Mostly because the answer had already become obvious
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ Nobody ever officially discussed it. Floor Nineteen simply woke up one day and collectively accepted that Magnus Chase and Alex Fierro had somehow acquired a daughter. The only people who seemed unaware of this fact were Magnus and Alex themselves
━━━ ．゛⟢⋆ 🗡️ By the time they finally realised it, there wasn't really anything left to realise. A daughter of Freyja had quietly become theirs, and neither of them could imagine not caring for you as something like a daughter
I know I’ve been pretty absent from posting some fics/reqs lately, but if anyone’s doing Art Fight this year, please come join me!!
It’s my first year participating, and I really want to keep improving my art. I’m still relying a lot on references and official artwork from the fandoms I’m part of when I make fanart, so I’d love the extra practice and motivation.
Yes, I’m on a break from writing, but I feel like I need to chat about the absolute dread of reading so many fanfics. Whether it’s a ship or an x reader. You realise you’ve read nearly all of the works that appear under said tag, so you have to wallow in hell trying to scroll for one that you haven't read, or you just re-read the ones you’ve already read, but it doesn’t hit the same.
I’VE DONE THIS WITH SO MANY CHARACTERS THAT I’VE JUST ACCEPTED IT AND TALK TO MYSELF THAT AS SOON as I'm off my break, I'm going to write for all these characters.
HI LOVELIESSS! I just wanted to make a quick announcement for yall!
I’ll be away for nearly a month, and possibly a little longer. Don’t worry though I still plan on finishing the requests currently sitting in my inbox after coming back from my holiday!
I absolutely love writing for you all, but I also need to take a small break to recharge. Thank you so much for your patience and support while I step away for a bit. It really means a lot to me! ദ്ദി (◝ ⩊ ◜ ) .ᐟ
If I have to deal with one more person or something irl pissing me off I’m going to make the most gut wrenching angst 1-3 part series with no comfort or fluff at all to feel my suffering
Hii, can I request the Octavinelle boys with daughter of the sea witch reader? Like an ever after high reader x twst, kinda similar to that one Raven Queen reader fic on wattpad.
Omg yess!! I finally have an excuse to start a series like this!!! Love you so much for this anon!! 💖💖
Poor unfortunate little you: Octavinelle x daughter of the sea witch! Reader
Coming from the world of ever after, youd think you know all kinds of magic like your own. Being the daughter of the sea witch gives you enough magic to deal with your own problems. But looks like you turned in your application to the wrong school? Well you didn’t actually, not even someone like your mother knows how you got to twisted wonderland. Yet you can’t help, but feel close to a certain trio of boys.
……
It’s been a couple of weeks since you started at night Raven college. Still weird how there others like you from ever after, but hey. At least you’re not the only one. After being placed in Octavinelle the dorm seemed strangely familiar. Like close to your mother’s palace under sea. Even though it’s not the same it feels familiar.
- Azul Ashengrotto -
He’s soooooo into you, like Arianna Grande’s into, he can barely breathe. But in a good way
Learning about who your mother is, he genuinely thought you were talking about the great seven sea witch, almost gave him a heart attack
Your magic is on par with his
And genuinely? You two get along so well it scares everyone else
If Jade wasnt his vice housewaren, you would be. Or youll be housewaren yourself.
But when you tell him about your fairy tale destiny? And how you’re supposed to make a friend of yours basically die? He’s kinda glad your not there anymore
If anything….he wishes he knew you, maybe you guys would have been friends? He’ll never know but he’s glad he knows you now
- Jade Leech -
Jade is a funny fellow to you, so serious yet so dangerous. You like keeping him around and you see why Azul does too
And hes so helpful for you too, you have tasks? Jade is there to lend a hand
Which is strange…because Octavinelle students (including yourself) always sneak to even the favors. But not jade, no no
He helps you out of the kindness of his heart! Which if you ask him, starts to speed up whenever you praise him
So can you blame him? This little feelings of his interest him so much, he just wishes to keep it going
So keep giving him orders, he likes it when you boss him around.
- Floyd Leech -
Honestly he thought you were going to prefer Jade over him, like azul does. But treat this like duo magic.
Azul has Jade
And you have Floyd
And honestly he likes this arrangement, because he feels like you actually see him for him and not because he’s a twin
No matter where you go Floyd won’t be far to follow
He calls you ‘Octa-Chan’ but it doesn’t take long for him to use your actual name, because your you
Plus you made this cute sign for him for his basketball games and he can’t help but show off! He’s gotta impress boss number two!!
Author’s note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! I was busy with both the 100 and 200 yandere Headcanons I have so many other requests in my drafts but I hoped you liked these! I also broke out my old photo editing skills for this! So expect new banners guys!
OMG READ THIS PEOPLE ALSO HI HI I’M THE AUTHOR OF THAT WATTPAD BOOK IM SO SUPRISED ITS BEING KNOWN ALSO SUPPORT THIS FANTASTIC WRITER THIS PIECE WAS IMMACULATE AND REQUEST !!
Contains: Fluff, Kissing, Teasing, Hand Holding, Soft Hermione, Public Affection, Established Relationship, Sweet Dialogue, Domestic Vibes, Diagon Alley Date
A/N: I genuinely just wanted to write soft girlfriend Hermione because I know for a FACT she’d act all composed and logical until her girlfriend kisses her unexpectedly and suddenly she’s blushing. Also yes, Hermione absolutely carries books on dates and nobody can convince me otherwise.
Summary: A simple trip through Hogsmeade turns into a soft afternoon full of teasing smiles, stolen kisses, and Hermione Granger pretending she’s unaffected by her very affectionate girlfriend.
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Harry Potter ୭ ˚.
The chill of autumn lingered softly through the streets of Hogsmeade, cool air brushing against your cheeks while shop windows glowed gold beneath hanging lanterns.
The area buzzed with life around you with witches carrying shopping bags, owls hooting from crowded pet shops, the smell of butterbeer and baked pastries drifting through the air warm enough to make your stomach rumble. Beside you, Hermione walked with her scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, a paper bag full of books tucked carefully beneath one arm, while her other hand remained comfortably linked with yours.
You squeezed her fingers gently, earning a small glance from her over the rim of her knitted scarf. “You’re staring again,” Hermione murmured, though the corners of her lips betrayed her amusement.
“I have a pretty girlfriend. What else am I supposed to do?” Hermione let out the softest huff, cheeks immediately pinking despite herself. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you adore meee.” “That remains under review.” You grinned letting out a giggle, sticking your tongue out towards her while she rolled her eyes fondly, though her thumb rubbed absentmindedly against your knuckles the entire time.
The two of you wandered slowly past storefronts glittering with displays, occasionally stopping whenever Hermione noticed something interesting. Which was often. She paused outside a bookstore at least three separate times, eyes lighting up with genuine excitement while rambling about revised editions and new magical law publications you absolutely knew she would end up reading until three in the morning.
You honestly loved listening to her. Loved the way her hands moved while she explained things. Loved the way her voice became animated whenever she got passionate about something. Loved the intelligence shining in her warm brown eyes.
You especially loved how she always softened around you. “You’re doing it again,” Hermione said suspiciously “What?” “That look.” “What look?” “The ridiculously affectionate one.” You gasped dramatically. “Merlin forbid I look lovingly at my own girlfriend.” Hermione tried to remain composed, truly she did, but the smile pulling at her lips ruined it entirely.
A little bakery near the end of the area caught your attention not long after, warm cinnamon and melted chocolate spilling into the street from the open windows. Without hesitation, you tugged Hermione inside.
The warmth hit instantly. Fresh cookies sat stacked behind glass displays while candles flickered overhead, filling the small shop with soft golden light. Hermione removed her scarf slightly, curls messy from the wind outside, and honestly you thought she looked prettier than every enchanted thing in the room combined.
“You’re cold,” she noted quietly after noticing you rubbing your hands together before you could answer, Hermione gently reached forward and took your hands between hers, warming them carefully.
The gesture was so naturally affectionate it nearly made your heart burst “You know,” you started softly, “for someone who pretends to be logical all the time, you’re terribly soft.” Hermione looked up at you through her lashes. “Only with you.”
That alone would have been enough to ruin you completely instead of replying, you leaned down and kissed her. It was small at first soft and sweet.
Hermione melted into it almost immediately, fingers tightening around yours while the smell of sugar and cinnamon wrapped around both of you. Somewhere nearby, trays clinked and people chatted quietly, but none of it mattered when Hermione kissed you back like you were something precious.
When you pulled away, her nose brushed yours lightly “You’ve got terrible timing,” she whispered, though she sounded far too pleased to mean it “You didn’t complain.” Hermione’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “I can still complain afterward." You laughed quietly before stealing another quick kiss anyway, earning a flustered noise from her this time.
A while later, the two of you ended up seated near the bakery window with a shared plate of warm chocolate chip cookies between you. Hermione sat tucked against your side, one of your arms wrapped around her shoulders while she read the title page of one of her newly purchased books despite insisting this outing was meant to be relaxing.
“You brought reading material on a date..?” you said. Hermione blinked innocently. “I brought six.” “Six?” “One for every possible mood.” You stared at her for a moment before laughing so hard you nearly startled the nearby customers.
Hermione tried to look offended, but failed miserably once you pressed another kiss against her temple. Outside, evening lights shimmered against the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley while soft rain began to patter against the windows.
Inside, wrapped together beneath the bakery’s warm golden glow with Hermione’s head resting against your shoulder and crumbs scattered across the table between you, everything felt cozy before the sound of tapping on the window was heard. A laugh bursted out from you seeing the faces of Harry and Ron making fake smoochy faces between you two, Hermoine’s eyes lifting before smacking the window lightly with her book “SERIOUSLY!” your grin stretched slowly staring at your girlfriend throwing a fit towards her two best friends. Nothing could be better.
Contains: Kissing, fluff, sneaking out of Diagon Alley, Fred & George being menaces, awkward pining
A/N: I was bored
Summary: During fifth year, Lee Jordan accidentally stumbles into a tiny London bakery while sneaking out of Diagon Alley with Fred and George. What starts as a quick glance at a smiling muggle employee soon becomes the highlight of every holiday break.
╰┈➤ ⸝⸝★ Harry Potter ୭ ˚.
───🥐 ₊ ◝ The first time Lee Jordan saw you, he nearly walked straight into a lamppost
───🥐 ₊ ◝ “Well done, mate,” Fred snorted immediately, grabbing Lee by the shoulder before he could stumble face-first into the street. “Didn’t know street furniture was your type.”
───🥐 ₊ ◝ George followed beside him, balancing a paper bag full of stolen sugar quills from Honeydukes. “Nah, look at him. That’s not confusion. That’s admiration.” Lee ignored both of them entirely because standing just outside a small bakery tucked between two narrow London shops was you
───🥐 ₊ ◝ The golden sign above the windows read Brown Sugar Bakery, warm light spilling through the glass despite the cloudy winter afternoon. The display window was crowded with pastries dusted in powdered sugar and little fruit tarts lined up with impossible neatness and there you were beside the door, crouched near a stack of boxes filled with sweets
───🥐 ₊ ◝ You looked up after hearing footsteps approaching for a second, Lee completely forgot how conversations worked you offered him a small smile just polite way of a greeting a quiet little nod of acknowledgment before going back to sorting the boxes
───🥐 ₊ ◝ Lee stared. Fred stared at Lee staring. George made the mistake of grinning “Oh, he’s gone,” George whispered dramatically. “Our boy’s fallen.” Lee finally blinked. “Shut up.” “You didn’t even blink!” Fred hissed. “That was terrifying!” “I blink all the time.” “You absolutely do not.” Lee tore his eyes away from you with visible effort, adjusting the hood over his head as the three boys hurried farther down the street
───🥐 ₊ ◝ But before they turned the corner Lee looked back and somehow, impossibly, you glanced up at the same moment
───🥐 ₊ ◝ That should’ve been the end of it but it wasn’t because over Christmas break, Lee somehow found himself wandering back to that exact bakery alone this time
───🥐 ₊ ◝ The bell above the door chimed softly when he entered, warmth immediately wrapping around him. The air smelled like cinnamon, sugar, and fresh bread. It was almost painfully cozy compared to Hogwarts during winter
───🥐 ₊ ◝ You stood behind the counter arranging pastries “Oh,” you said softly upon recognizing him. “Lamp-post boy.” Lee froze before grumbling “I can’t believe that’s how you remember me.” A laugh escaped you before you could stop it and Merlin Lee thought he might actually die on the spot
───🥐 ₊ ◝ “You came back,” you said “Uh- yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Your bakery smells good.” Absolutely brilliant, Jordan! Poetry! as if that's not the purpose of a bakery you smiled again anyway “Well, that’s probably because it’s a bakery.” “Oh, good. Cheers. Glad we established that.” another laugh came from you
───🥐 ₊ ◝ Lee immediately decided he’d spend the rest of his life trying to hear it again after that, visiting became… routine
───🥐 ₊ ◝ Every holiday he made time for you, and well Fred and George noticed immediately “Oh no,” Fred sighed one evening back in the Gryffindor common room. “He’s smiling at absolutely nothing.” George looked horrified. “He’s become one of those people.” “I hate to say it,” Fred whispered, “but I think Lee has feelingsss.”
───🥐 ₊ ◝ Lee chucked a pillow directly at his face “Shove off.” the twins only laughed harder but neither of them missed the way Lee always disappeared during the holiday breaks when they were supposed to go out or how he returned smelling faintly of sugar and coffee beans or how his pockets somehow always carried extra pastries afterward
───🥐 ₊ ◝ You learned things about him slowly that he talked constantly once comfortable, that he laughed loudly enough for half the street to hear, that he loved making people smile, that he had a habit of leaning against the counter while talking to you for far too long whenever the bakery was empty
───🥐 ₊ ◝ And well Lee learned things too. Like how you always hummed while packaging pastries, How you worked too hard and forgot breaks, How your eyes brightened whenever he brought up ridiculous stories about school heavily edited ones, of course! no magic muggles are never supposed to know but it was just enough truth to make you laugh
───🥐 ₊ ◝ “You and your friends sound chaotic,” you told him one snowy evening Lee grinned proudly. “That’s because we are.” “Should I be concerned?” you teased “Probably.” “Wonderful.” Lee froze staring at your figure eyes shining
───🥐 ₊ ◝ By spring, Fred and George had become unbearable "You’re taking flowers to a bakery?” George asked in mock disbelief Lee glared at him while fixing the sleeves of his jacket “They’re not flowers.” Fred peered down at the small paper-wrapped bundle in Lee’s hands “…Mate, those are flowers.” Lee looked offended. “They’re decorative.” “You fancy them so bad,” George cackled “I do not.” “You once spent twenty minutes choosing ribbon.” “That was consideration! They said they liked F/C! and they want on a whole tangent about it plus its for aesthetics” Fred clutched his chest dramatically. “He used the word aesthetic. We’ve lost him.” Lee kicked both of them out of the room
───🥐 ₊ ◝ It happened on a rainy afternoon near the end of fifth year the bakery was nearly empty. Outside, rain tapped gently against the windows while soft music played from an old radio behind the counter. You were wiping flour from your hands when Lee spoke suddenly “I think about you all the time.” the words slipped out before he could stop them
───🥐 ₊ ◝ For once in his life, Lee Jordan looked genuinely nervous you blinked slowly back turned to him “What?” “I mean not in a creepy way,” he said quickly. “Merlin, that sounded awful-” “Lee.” “And Fred keeps saying I’m pathetic about it and honestly he’s probably right because I literally came all the way here yesterday just because I missed talking to you for one day-” “Lee.”
───🥐 ₊ ◝ He stopped rambling as you were now infront of him you stepped closer carefully “You missed me?” Lee stared at you like the answer should’ve been obvious “Course I did.”
───🥐 ₊ ◝ Something warm twisted in your chest and before you could overthink it you leaned forward and kissed him hands on his shoulders while Lee made the most shocked sound imaginable
───🥐 ₊ ◝ When you pulled away, his face was completely red “You kissed me,” he said dumbly “You’re very observant.” you teased “I think my brain stopped working.” “That explains a lot, actually.” Lee laughed breathlessly before kissing you back this time warm and smiling and slightly clumsy from excitement
───🥐 ₊ ◝ Outside, rain continued tapping softly against the bakery windows and somewhere in Diagon Alley, Fred and George Weasley were probably about to become even more insufferable once they found out there friend decided to get a little partner
Hii!! I hope you're having a good day!! This is oddly specific hut I have a vision of idia with a reader who's also an otaku and super nerdy but the kind that goes out in cosplay, cons, raves and parties and stuff but tries hard to keep it from idia! I was hoping to request headcanons of idia finding out! Thanks!!
Summary: Idia thought he was dating someone relatively normal… until he discovered his partner was just as much of an otaku as he was only far more confident about it
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Twisted Wonderland୭ ˚.
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ Idia genuinely thought you were the “normal one” in the relationship until he accidentally spotted a hidden account full of your cosplay photos, convention selfies, and edits he had to try not show ortho with a huge grin but also with panic of you hiding it so well
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ He starts piecing things together, slowly finding convention badges in your bag, hearing you mention cosplay repairs, or noticing how many wigs and accessories you somehow own
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ You were genuinely nervous about telling him, expecting him to think you were embarrassing, but Idia actually ends up admiring how passionate you are about your hobbies
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ Idia loves listening to you talk about conventions afterward, even if he acts uninterested at first. He always asks quiet little questions about your costumes, the people you met, and what merch you bought
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ He’s especially fascinated by how much effort you put into your cosplays. Sewing, makeup, props, styling wigs, he thinks the amount of dedication is genuinely impressive
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ At some point he starts helping you with cosplay projects, mostly by making small tech upgrades or fixing props for you late at night while the two of you talk
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ Idia gets flustered whenever he sees people complimenting your cosplays online, especially when they call you pretty or recognize you from previous conventions but also gets jealous
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ You eventually convince him to attend a convention with you once. He spends most of the day nervous and hiding behind you, but secretly enjoys seeing you so happy
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ The first time you ask him to help choose a cosplay for you, he takes the decision way too seriously and starts researching characters that would suit you best
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ Even though he’d never admit it out loud, Idia absolutely saves photos of your cosplays because he genuinely thinks you look amazing in them
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ Idia secretly keeps track of all your upcoming conventions and cosplay plans. He pretends he “just remembers,” but Ortho eventually exposes the fact that he has your event schedule bookmarked on multiple devices
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ Whenever you’re stressed trying to finish a cosplay before a convention, Idia ends up staying awake with you the entire night. He’ll work on props beside you in comfortable silence while occasionally reminding you to eat or take breaks
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ Over time, Idia becomes surprisingly protective over your hobby. The second someone online leaves a rude comment about your cosplay, he’s already typing out a long response before you have to stop him from starting an actual internet argument
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ One of Idia’s favorite things is helping you get ready before conventions. Even if he complains the entire time, he’s always the one fixing the straps on your costume, adjusting your wig, or making sure you remembered everything before leaving.
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ He finds it comforting that the two of you are both huge nerds in different ways. You’re just a lot braver about expressing it openly than he is
━━━ ．°˖✧ 💀 ˚₊ ⊹ After a long convention weekend, the two of you usually end up spending the next day together in his room still half in cosplay, surrounded by merch bags and snacks, while you both rant about your favourite characters for hours
I wish someone could make me another TJ fic….specifically my favorite writer
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[MCGA] Thomas Jefferson Jr. (TJ) x Reader
Contains: Fluff, Cuddling, kisses
A/N: I was literally sitting in my desk sipping a cup of tea SPILT IT but then had a idea for this request 💔 sadly my notes got ruined but dw it was worth it
Tags: @loveleyyymari @mirrorot @the-tardis-irl
Summary: Cuddles and Tea
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Floor Nineteen was unusually quiet tonight. No screaming matches between Halfborn and Mallory. No sounds of weapons clashing down the hall. Just the low murmur of the television and the crackling fireplace warming your bedroom in Hotel Valhalla.
T.J. sat comfortably sunk into the couch beside you, one arm securely wrapped around your shoulders while the other rested lazily across his lap. Both of you wore the ugliest sweaters imaginable. His had the initials “T.J.” plastered proudly across the front, while the back displayed a terribly knitted rifle that looked more like a crooked stick than an actual weapon. Yours wasn’t much better, your own initials stitched unevenly into the fabric with a messy recreation of your weapon sprawled across the back so unrecognizable that nobody would’ve guessed what it was supposed to be unless you explained it first.
They were absolutely horrendous which was exactly why the two of you adored them especially knowing you’d made the sweaters for each other by hand “You know,” T.J. murmured thoughtfully, glancing down at your sweater, “I believe yours might qualify as a war crime.” You gasped dramatically. “Coming from the man who has a gun on his sweater", T.J. laughed softly under his breath, the sound warm enough to melt straight into your chest.
The TV continued playing some random Midgard sitcom neither of you were actually paying attention to anymore. You were too comfortable curled against him, head resting near his shoulder while his thumb lazily rubbed circles against your arm.
Eventually, T.J. shifted slightly. “I’m gonna make some tea.” Instantly your grip tightened around him “Nooo,” you whined, dragging the word out as you buried your face into his sweater. “Stay here.” “I’ll be back in two minutes.” “That is far too long.” T.J. chuckled quietly. “I accept this challenge.” Before you could protest again, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead. Then another against your cheek just because he knew it would make you smile.
You groaned dramatically anyway as he stood up, though the grin pulling at your lips completely ruined the act. From the couch, you watched him move around the kitchenette in his old blue military coat, thrown over the ridiculous sweater, carefully preparing the tea with practised ease. There was something unfairly endearing about it. T.J. always carried himself with this natural confidence, this steady warmth that made every room feel safer the second he stepped into it.
Then he caught you staring “What?” he asked with a small smile. You only pulled your knees closer to your chest, smiling right back at him. “Nothin’. I just like lookin’ at you.” T.J. paused for half a second, clearly trying not to look too pleased with himself. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “that is mighty kind of you to say.” “You’re adorable.” “I fought in the Civil War.” “And you’re still adorable.” He shook his head, laughing softly as he carried the mugs over.
The moment he handed you yours, you happily took a sip, humming at the warmth before immediately leaning back into his side again. Neither of you touched the tea much after that.
The mugs eventually sat forgotten on the coffee table while the two of you ended up tangled together beneath a blanket, exchanging lazy kisses between quiet laughter and half-finished conversations. Every now and then T.J. would smile against your lips like he couldn’t help himself.
Loud running echoed down the hallway outside followed by what sounded suspiciously like Halfborn yelling something incomprehensible. You immediately snorted, already recognising the chaos brewing somewhere on the floor T.J. sighed deeply. “Peace was nice while it lasted.” “Just ignore it, love you”, you mumbled sleepily, curling closer into him.
A fond expression softened across his face instantly. One of his hands gently rested against yours while he pressed one last kiss to your temple. “Mm,” he whispered quietly, voice warm as the fire beside you, “love you too.”
