I'm a fic writer, specifically for x reader fanfics! I'm into various fandoms, so I'm here to provide content to a wide variety of people and hopefully bring some good food to all :D
There's only a few small things to note beforehand:
There are some fandoms I'm uncomfortable writing for. Please don't try to change my mind on them or get mad at me for feeling uncomfortable with them. It's for my own mental health and boundaries. I will not change them
I'd prefer if the gender of the reader and if the fic will be headcanons or a fic would be included in the request, but if not I'll default to gender neutral reader and whether or not it'll be a small fic or headcanons will be my choice
If something doesn't get answered it's highly likely the ask box ate it, I've had a lot of problems with that recently-
Fandoms I Will Write For:
Team Fortress 2, Cookie Run (Ovenbreak, Kingdom, etc), Transformers, Stanley Parable, The Magnus Archives, Lego Monkie Kid, Monster Prom, Stardew Valley, Villainous, 8:11, One Piece (could always update) [Currently undergoing a revamp]
Fandoms I Will Not Write For:
Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Monster x Mediator, Your Boyfriend, Boyfriend to Death, DSMP (could always update)
What I Will/Won't Write:
Will: Romantic, platonic, familial, queerplatonic, polyamorous, LGBTQ+, any reader gender variants (fem, masc, enby, etc) or pronoun sets, ships x reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, character headcanons, AUs
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OOOKAY finally got everything clear! This is probably expected by now but I gotta plan some light revampingβ new fandoms, new rules, you get the gist. I'll ofc update y'all when I feel like I can consistently take in and fill requests again but if I get an idea smth might pop out now and again. I'll try not to make it take too long but atp we all know things just Happen to me and then I Vanish. Life stuff BLEHHH
AAANYWAYS more soon to come, peace and love on planet earth and see you all again soon!
β How They React to Jealousy β Beast Cookies x Reader β
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || Small CW for varying degrees of possessive behavior
A/N: Cheesy? Yes. But also a characterization exercise. We'll pretend whoever's flirting with you is just mega stupid to not automatically recognize the Beast Cookies
Hello! I have a request for a continuation for the Shadow milk stalks Pure Vanillas child series (idk what to call it π)
So, Chocolate Bark and Silverbell have been guarding the child for a while and itβs been going well, Shadow Milk hasnβt appeared yet since his last encounter with CBC. But one day the child is just.. Missing? No trace of them anywhere. Shadow Milk lures them away, and βoffersβ for them to live with him, forever, and ever.
β Prison of Azure β Shadow Milk & Child!Reader β
Genre: Angst || They/them pronouns for reader || TW/CW for child abduction and manipulative Shadow Milk
A/N: WOOOO NEW PART. The previous and first parts are available for those that need context!
To say the Vanilla King had a lot on his mind would be an understatement. With balancing your safety, check-ups from your new guardians, and the constant paranoia of things just beyond his notice, his nerves were absolutely fried. Chocolate Bark and Silverbell had been glad to tell Pure Vanilla to rest, that he should really catch up on sleep, but he seldom listened. This was one of the first things he'd blame. The late hour, the stress, and himself. Because before he could pull himself back together, Silverbell had bursted into his study with a frenzied flutter of wings and a look of pure fear.
Missing. That word sent a chilled jolt to Pure Vanilla's very core, sending him flying up from his seat. He grabbed his staff, running as fast as he could with the silver faerie trailing behind. The halls flew by in a blur until he came upon your room. The door was ajar, Chocolate Bark hunched over at the front of it. His eyes bore a sickeningly familiar blue hue that faded as Pure Vanilla got closer. "I don't- know what happened" The guard gasped, breaths staggered. Pure Vanilla kneeled down, putting a sympathetic hand on his armor "Chocolate Bark Cookie. Where is my child?"
"Right here, I-" Chocolate Bark began, before turning to the open door. His face fell. Lined across every shadow on the walls, stretching up to the high ceiling, the cheery wallpaper had been covered with black shadows. Blue eyes dances across them all, blinking down at the lingering Cookies. You were nowhere to be found
About a mile or two away by now, you sat on Black Sapphire's floating staff. You kicked your legs gently, enjoying the stroll you were taking. "Are we gonna go home soon?" You asked, and Shadow Milk paused at the head of the group. His mask of cheery friendliness slid back into place, and he spun on his heel to float up next to you. He sat cross-legged in the air, face pressed into his hand "Oh no, little sheep! You'll be staying with me for a while, remember?"
"Really?!" You asked, almost falling off the staff with excitement. Black Sapphire caught your sleeve, pulling you back upright before you could topple to the ground. You frowned after thinking about it. "But papa says I have to ask before I have a sleepover" You said, looking at Shadow Milk sadly. He leaned back, hands going behind his head "Pffft! Of course he would have a silly rule like that. But don't worry your doughy little head, I took care of everything"
"You did?" You asked, feeling doubtful "I thought papa didn't talk to you". Shadow Milk hovered behind you, circling around to pat your shoulder "Isn't it tiring doing what that stuffy old King asks all the time?". "I guess so" You mumbled "It's been scary with those new Cookies around. I can't go anywhere without them anymore!". Shadow Milk felt his face twitch as annoyance threatened to show. Pure Vanilla really was an idiot if he thought that fool King could outsmart a master trickster! He forced himself to stuff it down for now, landing back on the ground on the other side of the staff, leaning his arm on it
"Well, of course! Who wants to be locked up all the time? You're a free kid, you don't need all that!" Shadow Milk went on, Black Sapphire smiling proudly as his master's plan kept unfolding. You'd hadn't seen him before, but he was Shadow Milk's friend, so it couldn't be all bad, right? Noticing your puzzled look, Shadow Milk stood up straight and spread his arms out "Don't worry, we're just going to my Spire! It's a place with no rules and no Kings, just you and me and all the freedom we could ask for!"
"...Are there more friends there?" You asked. Shadow Milk nodded "Of course! They've all been waiting juuust for you! But if you wanna go back..." He began, pretending to turn away. "Wait!" You called out, and Shadow Milk grinned to himself before turning back around. It was all too easy to reach Pure Vanilla's weakness, he must not have cared that much if his guards were so quick to lose their composure. Maybe his friends sent out weak ones, dooming him to failure. Whatever the reason, Shadow Milk kept a mask of patience as he waited for you to decide
"I guess it won't be so bad" You said, a hopeful look on your face. To you, the wide smile you received from the jester was welcoming and happy. To Black Sapphire, it was malicious and prideful. Too easy indeed. "Well then we can't waste any more time!" Shadow Milk said, opening a portal a few feet ahead. It swirled with black magic, the inside looking like a void with blue eye symbols looking out at the three. You hopped off the staff carefully, and Shadow Milk bowed deeply "After you, star guest!"
You laughed a bit, walking carefully ahead. You stopped right before the opening. Shadow Milk was your friend, you could trust him! Still, you felt a bit sad imagining your dad wondering where you went. Shadow Milk always made sure you made it back on time before, which you used as motivation to bridge the remaining distance. Your form disappeared into the portal, and Shadow Milk laughed uproariously
His cackle echoed off of the trees, stretched across the land, all the way to the now panicked Vanilla castle. Pure Vanilla, Chocolate Bark, Silverbell, and a few castle attendants scrambled in every room, frantically checking every room for any signs of you. Pure Vanilla felt his heart break a little more with each dead end. "I'll tell Elder Faerie!" Silverbell offered "He can have an army here before dawn!". "Please see that you do" Pure Vanilla begged, twisting his staff in his hands. Chocolate Bark stepped up to the King's side. "You seem sick, your majesty" He said with a frown "Come sit a moment". Pure Vanilla shook his head. "I can't stop looking, not for a moment. But Deceit had tried to take your mind. You're the one in need of rest"
"I'll get some after telling Dark Cacao" Chocolate Bark insisted. Before Pure Vanilla could protest, the guard was already following after Silverbell. The Kingdom immediately announced a state of emergency. All the King could do was look out the window into the dark, hoping against hope that you were okay. Blue eyes stuck to trees beyond the garden looked back at him, upturned in cruel amusement. He stepped back, fearful of the presence he felt from them. They closed and vanished just as quickly. Even in the dim light, even so far away, he could feel the crawling discomfort all along his dough at the sight of them. He couldn't... right? Pure Vanilla was his enemy, not- not-....
The forest was now empty. The last slivers of a shadowy portal vanished, leaving empty air in its wake. Shadow Milk's move had been cast, waiting on the response from his enemy
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The backdrop had been painted meticulously to resemble a wooded forest, filled with lush leaves and little speckles of color to resemble the blooms of flowers. Waiting atop a high prop resembling a balcony was Shadow Milk, his warm pink cape with gold rose details blowing gently. Hurried steps came from stage right, and you stumbled to your knees. The armor you wore clanked with each step, and you looked up with ragged breaths leaving your chest. You swallowed, willing yourself to stand "Your majesty! I've come to- to have your hand!" You declared, nearly tripping over your line
He turned to face you, plae blue eye narrowed in interest. "My knight," He began in a warm purr "How good of you to return to my side. I was beginning to miss the gleam of your helmet". Right as the music cue began, you got up, walking up the steps of the castle prop. "I could never waver from you, my king" You responded, voice steady despite earlier exhaustion. Shadow Milk met you halfway, and you kneeled before him, head bowed in respect. Shadow Milk pointed the blade of his sword under your chin, guiding your head up to meet his eyes. "And I would never ask another to stand by me" He said, right as the music swelled before coming to a stop. The lights dimmed and the curtain fell. End scene. The crowd goes wild
While making his way backstage and to his dressing room, Shadow Milk gave a deep sigh. His sword went back to his side, talking aloud as you followed behind him "Seems we won't be getting critiqued today". His voice wasn't as honey-smooth as it had been mere moments ago. In these rare moments of a falter in the illusion, Shadow Milk was a much different 'King'. Exhaustion hung in his lidded eyes, a vulnerability only you had ever seen. "At least it went off without a hitch" You offered. Shadow Milk scoffed a bit as he opened up the door he was looking for, immediately heading to his vanity
"We've done the knight role for days now, don't you want a different script?" He asked you. You thought it over, giving a half-hearted shrug "I don't mind it. I get to be all brave and daring, after all". "Pfft!" Shadow Milk snorted "You nearly get scorched by the dragon, you call that brave?". "It's to protect you!" You argued, but a smile was on your face. After-show bantering was your favorite part of the day. Shadow Milk almost glided as he walked across the room, sitting down and fussing over his makeup in the mirror. You sat beside him on a spare stool, removing the helmet you wore during the play. "I should be out of this little theater by now" Shadow Milk muttered bitterly. His aspirations had always been set higher than the stars, something that made you worry just a bit on if he'd remember you up among them all
"I wouldn't be surprised if you're scouted any day now" You told him "The sun itself rises to see you act". He scoffed a bit, pretending to gag "Eugh, these sappy scripts have gone to your head". The head of this theater was a very... sappy writer at times. They seemed to particularly love romances, though you didn't know why. You'd been Shadow Milk's knight, his jester, his advisor, anything a King could ever need. Without fail, each time, you'd return to his arms by the end of it. And though he claimed disinterest, you'd see him happiest in those moments. When fairytale endings seemed tangible, only to end all at once when the curtains fell
"Maybe so" You admitted playfully, leaning onto Shadow Milk's shoulder "But I'll keep it up if it amuses you, my king". Despite an obvious eye roll, Shadow Milk scooted a bit closer to you "Save it for next act". "Fine, fine" You replied, your head resting against his. It was brief, but the intermission was much needed. These shows could go on for ages, and neither of you gave it anything but your all. Stories wove into reality, and lines came alive under your performance. But for now, all that aside, it was just you and the fool king. Even without the masks and acts, that was all you needed to be content
A hidden pair of eyes watched you from a shadowy corner. Pink irises vanished in a blink, a careful playwright hidden just out of sight. Such a poor King he was, battling the mundane boredom of these humble stages. But seeing you at his side made her grin knowingly. Though the actor rejected to say it, her script was already unfolding perfectly
β Beyond Even The Stars β Ancient Cookies x Witch Reader β
Genre: Fluff, Very light implied Horror for Dark Cacao and White Lily || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Yoinking the concept of First Cookies from CROB for this one, but Reader's flavor is intentionally ambiguous. Ancients have no idea Reader is a Witch, but can sense something off about him. Requested by @reizelius!
He couldn't exactly remember when he started keeping track. Maybe it was the day you stayed the night at his dojo, and he made sure you had no intentions of stealing anything. Maybe it was when he needed to get you a gift and ran out of ideas. Maybe it was many reasons all together. But eventually, Macaque found himself listening in on your thoughts. Not constantly, just whenever he got curious. Or bored. It tended to be the normal churning of mortal problems anyways, so he used it like white noise to fill in the empty silence. Small-scale issues, plans for dinner, chores for the day, all filled his head in another's voice
But one day in particular, it changed. It seemed that only half-consciously paying attention to your thoughts was a mistake after all. Because when he was preparing some props for his next shadow play, a voice that was not his own rang through his mind. "He's so pretty". His eyes opened just the slightest bit more, but he kept his head down. Your slow stream of mental admiration, all directed at him, filled his mind for the rest of the evening. He'd tucked his scarf up over his nose, hoping you didn't see the flush lining the mask of red around his eyes. It was far from the last time such thoughts would plague him
Admittedly, he was curious enough to keep checking in, but nowhere nearly as often as before. Hearing all that sappiness on and on again quickly got overwhelming. He tried to think about when it might have started, or why he didn't actually notice it until that day. He'd gotten comfortable with your thoughts mixing with his, like listening to an old radio. Too comfortable. Once he heard you compare him to the moon for the third time, he took a long break from listening in on your thoughts
Even still, there were signs he couldn't ignore. The moments where he felt your gaze on him, or when he could hear you despite your best efforts to not disturb him. How your heartbeat sped up when he got close. He'd sometimes materialize himself before you just to see you stammer and retreat from the closeness, or send you a toothy grin to watch you return it. He got more bold as time went by, letting his tail brush against you and hovering over your shoulder. Even letting you handle his scarf now and again, especially when it was cold
Teasing was the easy part. Stringing someone along took little effort. It was an art the dark simian had mastered over his servitude to The Lady Bone Demon, and even years before as a demon king. Yet this was much different from any trick he used to pull. Macaque was tempted to call it immature, how he found himself sticking close for your reactions. With his carefully crafted mask, having your admiration felt like having a fan to constantly adore him. But beyond that, to the face hidden beneath the shadow of who he pretends to be, he knew it was something more
'Pretty', he'd think. It replayed in his mind whenever his guard was down. He's... pretty, to you. And clever, handsome, charmingβ all these wonderful words that felt so foreign when applied to him. Yet he couldn't help listening for more, or seeking you out. Somewhere, deep down, he wanted to hear it again. Wanted to make you feel how he did that day. Flustered, confused, maybe even a little shocked. It put you in the same boat as him, proving that he was just as capable of rendering you speechless. He wanted to see it more, to hear your laugh as you brushed off the blush on your face or blamed your unease on something else. He wanted more of your space, your mind. Your time. More of you as a whole
Maybe that was why he seemed so unsurprised when you approached him in private in the late afternoon of a warm spring day. Why the sight of your flushed face was familiar, your nervousness already part of a longstanding routine. You gathered up all your courage, willing yourself to not back out as you spoke probably the scariest sentence you'd said to date; "Mac, I- Liu.. I really, really like you. I love you"
"I know" Macaque responded, leaning against the sturdy trunk of a large fruit tree. He was using his sharp claw to peel an orange when you sputtered, "What do you mean 'you know'?! I'm being serious!". "I am too" Macaque said, looking up at you. His eyes were calm, but his grin was a bit mischievous "You're not really good at hiding it". You felt like your face was burning up at this point. "So- is that a..." You trailed off, hope and anxiety both snagging in your chest. Macaque stood up straight, holding out the peeled fruit to you. "I... love you too" He said, tone turning soft and honest "If you wanted to do something sometime, I can pick a place for us"
What did surprise him was the tight hug you gave him, complete with teariness as you accepted the orange. He didn't snark about it, just simply kept an arm around you to keep you close. Months of denial, days of going over every single detail, just to confirm what, in some way, he knew since the beginning. You'd always had him. And now he had you too
β "I Love You... Not Like That" β (OPLA) Strawhats x Reader β
Genre: Platonic, Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Reader says 'I love you' in a purely platonic way to their new crew members, who don't know where this "confession" suddenly came from. Hilarity ensues
Hello there ! I would like to ask if you could do a One Piece request ? Hina x M! Reader, They could be either a Pirate or someone new in the Marines joining her group.
β Pretty Pink Prison Bars β Hina x Pirate Reader β
Genre: Fluff || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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Your breath fanned out ahead of you in white clouds, disappearing into the snowy air just as suddenly. Your cheeks and nose were already bitten numb, a small flush coming to them. The snow had been sudden, and you were completely unprepared for the weather. You shuddered, rubbing the arms of your thin jacket to try and generate some friction in the hopes of getting warm that way. "I told you to dress better" Red Son scolded from beside you, dressed in a thick jacket that went to their knees
"You said it would only get a little cold!" You responded, sniffling from the air making your nose run. "It did!" Red Son insisted, holding a hand up to catch some snowflakes. They instantly turned to water, dripping off of his palm "I'd hardly call this a snow storm". "You're wearing a jacket, you liar" You pointed out through chattering teeth. Red Son grinned smugly, putting his hands on his hips "Oh, this? Can't a demon just want to look their best?". You playfully rolled your eyes in response "Sure, why not"
The two of you finally came to a stop, and you sniffled once again. Red Son put his usual huffs and sighs aside, brow furrowing in a bit of concern. He reached his hands out, which you gladly took, thankful for the heat that naturally emitted from them. His hands completely covered yours, leading to you stepping more into his space. "Do you want to head inside a store, firelight?" Red Son asked gently. You shook your head "We're almost home, I can make it"
Red Son frowned. Your stubborn nature was part of why the two of you clicked so well, but in moments like these it was frustrating. He held onto your wrists, pulling you closer until your chest met his. Your face earned a deeper shade of blush, Red Son wrapping his arms around you. "You'll have your feet frozen to the road by the time we make it" He lectured, chin resting on your shoulder. Relief immediately flooded you, sinking into his warm embrace
Naturally, being born of a unique fire unlike any ever seen, Red Son had a very high body temperature as his standard. It made sense considering he lived in an active volcano, now that you thought about it. His hand rubbed up and down your back, chasing away the frost that had tried to settle there. You nuzzled into his shoulder, taking a moment to just soak it all in. "Alright," You began after a few minutes "We can take a small detour"
A mere two minutes later and Red Son joined you once more. You began digging in your pocket, but Red Son gently caught your arm "Not so fast. You paid for the last outing". You smirked a bit, pulling your arm out and resting your hand on the table "Oh my, so formal". Red Son ignored the comment, peeling off his jacket. He tucked it around your shoulders before moving to sit next to you. "You can wear it on the way home" He said, repositioning it some more for good measure "But next time make sure you dress better"
"I will, promise" You said, shifting your position a bit. Your head leaned on his shoulder, watching the snow fall outside the window next to the booth. Machines whirred behind the counter as coffee brewed and hot cocoa was stirred, a comforting white noise. Red Son pulled you close, pecking a warm kiss to the top of your head
I have very few reqs left over but I might still pause opening the inbox for a while even after they're all done just to make sure when I do open it again I'll be ready to commit to the work
ALSOOO I gotta admit to you guys smth. Tumblr updated with some new formatting stuff for posting that messed up my inbox BAD at some point and a good chunk of reqs were lost π now admittedly I did have to do some trimming to make the workload bearable so it's a bit of both.. as always if you know you sent something and it didn't end up getting posted don't be afraid to mention it, it's genuinely no bother to me at all and I'm always happy to write it if it gets re-sent!
I genuinely feel so bad that so many blipped out of existence GUHHH I WAS STRUGGLING WITH THE UPDATE HARD. But, focusing on positives, we should be back in action soon!
so we all know sage of truth boasts about being an actor, playwright, sage and poet but what if he actually meets reader who is also those things?
Maybe they translate poems into different languages, volunteers as an actor/maybe even one of the main roles at the theatre, is professor/has a scholarly profession, and also occasionally writes plays for said theatre? BUTTT as a twist likes something completely diametrically opposed to add to their list of hobbies. Idk idea seems kinda fire to me and tysm!
β Many Faces of Truth β Sage of Truth x Reader β
Genre: Fluff, small hint of Comedy || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: I picked an additional hobby at random, I hope it works for what you had in mind!
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Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Prompt is headcanons of a gym date with Capsaicin, sent in via DMs by @lex1089! This is one of the ones I've taken a while to get around to so I hope it's worth the wait!