Not a request, but I was curious of your opinion of this scenario in BMW.
Would Sun wukong as an empty shell would recognize reader ? (Like instinctively recognize her)
Imagine Zhu bajie and the reader watched DO beat the monkey king's empty shell as he was defeated, he turn his head to reader who thought it was his beloved queen but reader was a reincarnation of his lover just like DO, I wonder how he reacts towards the reincarnated reader?
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Oh it would be soooo poetically tragic. On the one hand, he gets to see his queen one last time and know she was also reincarnated. But the bittersweet side is she's not his mate anymore. Might try to reach out to her but with her past memories lost and his appearance being so ghoulish, it would break his heart to see her frightened of him 💔
At least he can finally rest after the battle knowing she and his reincarnation will be happy together in a new life 😭
Also love the idea of them being able to find each other in every lifetime, true soulmates 🧡
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-WARNINGS: Mentions of death! Reader dies, blood and violence mentioned! ANGST AHEAD! If any of these make you uncomfortable please skip this story!!!!
(Got one of my wattpad works on here :3)
Reader is gnder neutral! Sorry if i got some pronouns mixed up in the story :'>
~Venti cleared his throat before strumming his lyre infront of the crowd ~
"Before the fall of Khaenri'ah had broken out, a kind hearted but deep devoted God, or archon people called them, Y/n L/n soared through teyvat. Along with there good friend Barbatos, Both Anemo archons had a sweet but heartbroken tale "
Another normal day was in the area as you stared at the view infront of your eyes. Flowers bloomed in distances, the sun shining ever so brightly in Mondstadt.
Soft winds breezed through your hair, while a soft thud was heard behind you.
You turned around with a small smirk, turning to face the sound, you already knew who it was of course. The one and only carefree archon among the eight.
Venti smiled brightly running up to you.
"How is my little dove doing hmm?~ wait a moment right there! ,,,,hehe look, look y/n! I made a small flower crown for you~ How does it fit?"
Venti rushed out words with a face of excitement.
You froze for a second them touched the small delicate crown on your (long/short) hair.
Then started laughing quietly
"You made this venti? I never knew you were such a craftsman"
Venti huffed proudly
"What can I say? If its for you dove I guess I can do anything!,,,But don't tell morax I stole some of his Qingxin flowers! Or I'm for sure dead"
Venti finished his sentence with a scared chill
You obviously agreed, an angry Morax was a scary Morax after all, besides you knew venti would defiantly be thrown across Teyvat if Morax knew he stole flowers from his property.
You chuckled at the thought before pulling venti towards Mondstadt.
"Come on, let go through the city before the dandelion knight finds us slacking off when we are suppose to guide the citizens to safety,,,The last war put a huge scar on them"
Venti groaned in annoyance before looking at you again with a smug face
"Come on Y/n,,,Just for a few more minutes of slacking off? I'll play you a song?"
You stared at him crossing your arms "uh-huh yea later, right now taking care of your nation first"
You dragged him all the way back to Mondstadt, rolling yours eyes at venti's pleads
This was how you enjoyed you life, yes being immortal felt like a curse but staying with venti all day and dealing his nonsense?,,,Yea You would never want to miss that.
After your shift venti pulled you along back to the statue of seven, this time with a small flower in his hand
He gently put the flower in your hair before smiling sweetly and holding your hands
"It perfectly suits you y/n! You look so cute with it! And we are matching too see?"
You hummed softly
"I guess it does look beautiful,,,"
"Just like you!" Venti finished your sentence his eyes beaming with warmth
You let out a small laugh "yea, yea whatever you say Anemo god"
"Oh come on! You know its true!" Venti dragged you down on the soft grass. both of you fell and laughed enjoying the moment.
Venti turned his face towards you and cupped your face in his hands
"I promise once all the chaos is over we will explore every nation in teyvat! Who knows maybe we will even finally be free from celestia!"
Your face melted into a warm smile with a glimmer of hope
"Maybe,,, That would be nice I guess"
Time skip~
Screams filled your ears, screams of fear, terror, sadness, all too much for you to handle
With your weapon in your hand you charged through the skies with your anemo vision in your hand gripped tightly
The sky was red. Dark as if teyvat was nearing the end of its life.
You never wanted to hurt any of Khaenri'ah citizens, but alas it was either that or you take the punishment. Besides the archons will kill them anyways so what was the point of even trying to spare them?
With your catalyst weapon you charged at the city, Khaenri'ah. Not everyone was blamed for the creation of monsters, but with the danger in mondstadt and other nations you had no choice.
You finished a lot of monsters, in matter of seconds. But your power was wearing off.
You look through the distance and all you could see was new abyssal monsters coming towards you.
You clothes were torn, blood was all over your outfit, the blood of your victims and yourself. Archon or not everyone has their limit and it seemed like you reached yours.
When the abyssal monsters finally reached you, you were already hunched over trying to breathe. Too weak to keep on going.
You gather all your strength before holding your ground once again.
You wanted to find venti make sure he was okay. So that you can make it out with him. But fate had other plans. An arrow pierced your shoulder, then another in your stomach. Wounds just kept appearing on your body, it was like a message from celestia. A message saying "You must die".
You fell to the ground too weak to even stand up. All you could hear was the sounds of fighting, screaming, crying. And the sound of the Anemo archon screaming.
Your eyes slightly open up, a second before, you were expecting something to stab you again. Maybe more pain. You didn't know what you excepted anymore. But when you opened your eyes to the scene, all you saw was the abyssal monsters on the ground turning to ash.
And Venti, Lord Barbatos with terrified eyes, frozen in place looking at you. Venti quickly ran towards you tears flowing down his cheeks
"Y/n! Stay with me okay dove? Come on.. t-these wounds...Archons! I said I would protect you..."
Venti stammered out words while holding you tight.
You reached out your hand with a small smile. The same smile you would always give him when he played jokes on you or he gave you hugs and kisses on the cheeks...But now it was sad, like a forever goodbye...Now dying..
"Venti..don't cry,,,Archons are not invincible you know?,,Guess I went overboard" You say with a small chuckle before coughing up blood.
Venti looks at you horrified. Memories pass by him. The memory of His dear friend, the nameless bard dying in his arms is so clear again. He buries his head in your neck tears streaming down his face non-stop.
"W-why is it always others,,,and not me y/n? Your going to leave me too,,,aren't you? please.."
You chocked out some words trying to grab venti's hands.
"Venti ,,,please don't cry over someone like me,,,, I'll always be with you with the wind,...remember alright?"
With that a few seconds later your hand lands on the ground with a thump as venti slams his fist on the ground breaking down completely. Emotions from pain finally being let out.
A few minutes later he grabs your hand and gently kisses it as he gets up with his bow and arrow...But now with lifeless eyes. Sparks gone, He mumbles gently with the small flower you gave him before your passing.
"Y/n,,I will let all of teyvat know your gentle soul,,,and please wait for me my dove,,"
(Angst angst angst I luv it so much :DDDD Ilysm venti omg but like yk some sprinkle of angst never hurts~ I rly need ideas other then angst help T^T)
Also if yall see exact stories on a oneshot book in wattpad- thats me just reposting cuz im lazy :p
If you’re still taking scenarios, Bella overhears MC whispering “Mama” to their baby in hopes it’ll be their first word.
"Mama. Come on. You can say it. Mama." I stared down at the cooing bundle in my arms, the sharp little teeth glinting in the candlelight. Despite my efforts, 'mama' ended up being 'glablearma'. "Close enough," I laughed.
"That was far from close."
I turned to find Bella standing in the doorway to the nursery, her brow cocked up in curiosity. "You're home early," I commented.
"I am," she walked further into the room. "Why are you trying to teach our child to say mama when they still drool on themselves consistently?"
"I think that's just a baby thing," I told her.
She took our little half vampire from my hands, cuddling close and breathing in the powdery baby scent. "Their first word does not need to be mama," she stated. "We need to aim higher. World domination. Bow down before me."
"I could maybe do 'bow'," I told her. "I think we need to save the other stuff."
Bella smiled softly, tucking our baby close. "Go. Give me time with little one. It was a hellish day and we have plans to discuss."
I rolled my eyes before kissing them both on the cheek, leaving them to their evening ritual of 'discussing' politics. But before I could shut the door, I heard it.
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Does making my oc being a Batman’s technician make any sense? Like I know Bruce is making his gadgets himself and he has a big brain for that but he barely have time to sleep making this micro naps. My whole concept is that he adopted her because he saw she can do everything and survive even in hard conditions (cus she was living on the Gotham streets) and he train her for a technician to repair and create everything like I love this concept ,I created many alternative universes around this concept but I’m not sure if this would actually be possible.
U should probably read this on Wattpad, tumblrs format is ugly :( also this is my first fanfic😱 I have no idea where this is going I’m just having fun with it so hope u enjoy!!
Once upon a time…
No, that's so overdone.
You sigh tapping your pen repeatedly against your now opened notebook, you could sense your eyebrows furrow from frustration, tonight was going to be a long night.
It was currently 12:39 but if you looked out the diner window it was pitch black. Only lights from cars racing by could be seen under a night sky full of stars.
You entered Two Whales Diner at this hour with two things in mind.
Caffeine and maybe just a little bit of motivation.
Mrs. Wallace decided it'd be a good idea to give her students a last-minute writing project graded as your final, stating;
'it could be anything, get creative!'
but you couldn't muster up anything at the moment you had a major writer's block. You usually loved writing and it was something that came naturally to you but let's just say you've been having an off week...
You glance around the snug booth trying to grab onto a smudge of inspiration,
anything at all!
The diner radiated a safe warm atmosphere it was like a second home to you, mainly because of a specific waitress.
She was the mother figure you never had.
Joyce Madsen!
You excitedly trail your pen against the notebook paper forming words by instant. You could write about a badass waitress (Joyce) who-
No
It just wasn't something you were inspired or driven by, no offense towards Joyce. The idea sucked.
Instantly feeling unmotivated, you suck your teeth in disappointment throwing your head back against the hard booth, instantly unlocking your phone to browse Instagram in defeat.
'ding ding'
Hearing the restaurant's front door ring implying someone was entering, you of course lookup.
Nathan Prescott
You didn't really know him but Taylor and everybody's mothers in Arcadia said to stay away from him and loved to paint him as 'unhinged'
he was just your local spoiled rich kid with daddy issues.
Wandering eyes back on Nathan, he looked horrible. you're not an empath or anything, you only ever cried watching cheesy movies, but in your defense Bubba's death in Forrest Gump was devastating!!
But back to Prescott
seeing him scratched and beat up made your heartache, he looked like a kicked puppy.
He ended up picking a booth (which wasn't hard considering the joint was practically empty), Joyce swiftly following with a menu.
Not wanting to be seen as some stalker freak you avert your stare burying your head in your homework.
Wanting to go back to writing you just couldn't, thoughts of Nathan kept interrupting you,
he was obviously in misery anyone with eyes could see that.
The real question was why?
You were a very curious cat and as the saying goes 'satisfaction brought it back.'
He looked like he hadn't slept in years.
If anything you were enthralled.
Inspired.
"More coffee?"
Startled by the sudden noise you recognize the beloved waitress chuckling back at you. Embarrassed you nod your head muttering a please, causing her to refill your mug.
"I saw you ogling at Nathan,"
You can feel your eyes bulging out of their sockets,
was it that obvious?
Feeling a severe amount of humiliation you try to muster up an excuse but can't seem to voice any, gawking like a fish out of water.
She continues seeing you weren't going to respond.
"He's bad news hun, stay away."
You smile under your breath, Joyce's words always filled your heart with warm feelings of affection. She knew you so well, her warning showed she truly cared for you.
"But he seems so... sad."
Joyce sighs conflicted. Her mother instinct wanted her to run up to him and hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay, but
Nathan Prescott was a jerk.
He and his family have corrupted this small town and everyone in it. He understands his dad's power over everyone and takes advantage.
He cares about no one other than himself.
Her many years of living here taught her-
Nathan Prescott deserved everything coming his way.
"He's Nathan Prescott."
It wasn't like Joyce to be so bitter and negative towards someone.
Putting small hands around the mug you could feel the heat emit from the coffee, it was a pleasant feeling. Watching the steam flow from the coffee you decided to go against the town's judgment and give him a chance.
In the spur of the moment, you spew a request which causes her to slump her shoulders. Hearing those words leave your lips gave her anxiety but you both knew there was no stopping you, your heart was too big for your own good. Pursing her thin lips she nods sending you a nervous smile departing from the booth with the Moka pot in hand. Taking a sip from the bitter drink you can't but help to grimace.
You hated coffee.
Scanning the blank tattered notebook you compulsively exhale,
what to write.
The possibilities were endless but you couldn't muster up one good idea.
This is why you had to work on the project as soon as it was given to you, but it didn't help the due date was so soon.
Thinking of a topic you began to doodle on your paper drawing little stars and hearts to things significant from your childhood.
Hmm
Maybe..
Maybe you could write about a wicked grandma sacrificing her loved ones and everything dear to her for riches
Due to that,
Our protagonist goes through hell and he-
'BAM'
Shook from something striking the table causing it to rumble you cease writing, quickly grabbing your refilled mug not wanting it to spill.
Damn, you just had something too.
"What the fuck?"
Looking up from your book searching for what interrupted you, you see a hand sprawled all over your table begging for attention,
Nathan Prescott's hand to be exact. Confused, closing your book you give him a baffled look, you obviously didn't do anything wrong you've never talked to this guy
like ever.
"Don't give me that stupid look, I don't need your money!"
Oh
He's throwing a tantrum right now causing a scene because you decided to be nice and pay for his meal? He then proceeded to stand there waiting for a response, but there wasn't much to say. 'I just thought you looked sad'? He'd probably spit on your face and call you a slur or two.
"You're just gonna stand there? You can sit if you want."
You shortly move your things closer towards you creating room for the outsider. Nathan on the other hand was appalled. What was your game? Promptly sitting across from you he wasted no time and gets straight to business,
"Don't think I owe you shit, what the fuck do you want."
Bringing your mug closer to your lips you acknowledge his feelings, being a Prescott must have its cons even if it mainly contained pros, he thinks the whole world wants something from him or is against him.
Which wasn't far from true, mentioning the surname was equivalent to saying, Lord Voldemort.
Then it hits you,
instantly recalling a memory of a sleepover a while back, Juliet was talking about a play she was in her freshman year and how the infamous Prescott got booed off the stage. Talk about a tough crowd.
Nathan Prescott was a troubled kid.
It's not like you wanted to fix Prescott or change him, you just met him today after all. Maybe you wanted to believe he required a second chance even if it meant talking to him today and him forgetting about you the next.
It's not like you had anything better to do.
"I just thought you seemed sad and needed company"
He sneers once those words slip from your soft lips 'sad'?
Nathan was a lot of things but he didn't need yours or anyone's charity.
Now that he thinks of it he's never seen you, for all he cares you were a nobody hippie bitch.
Grinding his teeth he angrily retorts back,
"I don't owe you anything. I didn't ask for your pity money."
.
🕊️
.
Pity money?
Wow, he really is stuck up.
Quickly reassuring you tell him you don't mind, in all fairness you didn't even expect thanks or any sort of acknowledgment from the deed. Something just demanded you to pay and you did,
no questions asked.
"So...
What're you doing up late anyways?"
He was a little frustrated over your nosiness and gave you a snarky response 'what are you a cop?' but seeing you bashfully smile shaking your head, made him realize you were genuinely interested in him.
No ulterior motives.
Just straight raw dogging
bare dick and balls out.
' (y/n) (l/n)'
That was your name
It was so innocent, it suited you.
He learned that you were lowkey new to Arcadia Bay, and took interest in the arts more specifically literature! Writing from poems to books, no wonder you were so gracious
with words.
He told you about how terrible this morning was, how some 'bitch' named Max Claufield and her friends pretty much beat him up for no reason and demanded you to stay away from her.
You genuinely felt bad for him, his last name shouldn't be an excuse to torment him it wasn't his fault his dad was the town's biggest asshole!
You told him how you loved it here and how you had no trouble making friends, how everything was perfect.
You both thrived off of the presence of each other and decided your dinner dates would become a nightly occurrence.
Arriving at the diner, Nathan would always be seated at your usual spot waiting (impatiently might I add) Joyce would serve y'all and your new best friend would complain about something new.
He'd ask about your writing assignment and you'd give a half-ass excuse on why it hasn't even been looked at.
He'd encourage you to do your work saying 'if you flunk that's so embarrassing... I wouldn't even talk to you' of course he was joking.
You hope.
Nathan often insisted you get to work but every time you grabbed your pen you just couldn't focus.