I Am Only Just Getting Into The Fandom, But This Was Absolutely Adorable! Amazing Writing! Great Characterization!

I am only just getting into the fandom, but this was absolutely adorable! Amazing Writing! Great Characterization! Good balance of dialogue and description! Thank you so much!!!

Claude’s crush taking a hit for him during battle

You got it, Anon! Hope you enjoy!

((Had to heckin’ retype this because I accidentally clicked away from it skjskjs Tumblr make inboxes draftable please;;;;))

((GD husband and angst?? Y’all blessed enablers,,,))

~Latte

Claude von Riegan/Reader - Taking the Hit

Keep reading

This was so amazing! I love how loving Camilo is in this fanfic instead of just the goofball that most people portray him as. Thank you for such an amazing fic @just-my-fandom !!!

Crash and Burn (Camilo Madrigal x Teenager! Reader)

Summary; Reader gets caught in the Casita crumbling and Camilo worries for her safety, putting himself at risk.

Warnings; Emotional Pepa, minor fighting, injuries.

Tagged: @afluffyboi @bandshirts-andbooks @cloudysskies @erinisrighthere @alexloveskili

A/N: This is just a small snippet to get the hang of writing for Encanto, but please please PLEASE send requests for any of the characters! I’m loving this!

“The miracle is dying because of you!”

A rough rumble leads your eyes to look up at the Casita in alarm. The cracks in the walls were worse. The tiles crumbled to the floor around you.

“No no- It’s falling-!” Pepas voice yelled out, alerted. Then, the house began to tumble. From your spot opposite of the once arguing family, you watch as Camilo immediately began to move towards you.

Unlike his family, you had no powers to protect yourself. It seemed the house had other plans, because as soon as Camilo stepped forward, the tiles underneath his feet lift, rolling him back and nearly into a wall,

“Everyone get out!! Now!” Felixs shout startles you to finally move your legs, gasping as you foot catches on a moving tile, dropping to your hands and knees with a hiss of pain.

“Y/N!” You hear Pepas shriek for you, looking up in time for Camilo to shove off the wall, Felix and Pepa both beginning to shout for their son,

“Camilo!” Pepa calls, desperately, Camilo exhaling breathlessly as he slides across a knocked over table, “Camilo stop!! Be careful!”

The boy slides to his knees in front of you, hands grasping your arms to tug you- hard- against his front, your arms wrapping around him to duck into his chest, feeling debris begin to rain above you as the house gave out.

You hear scraping as Pepa continued to scream, eyes barely opening to see that Casita had shielded you and Camilo with pieces of wood, your gasp sharp as the house finally collapsed, Camilos arms tightening around you in alarm.

Silence, and you slowly lift your head to flinch as the wood dropped onto the ashed floor, dust covering you as you glance up at Camilo, who worriedly raised his hands to your face to wipe said dust from your cheeks,

“Mijo!” Pepas call alerts you both to look over, the woman skidding in front of your knelt figures to raise a hand each to yours and Camilos faces, her hand overtop of Camilos, “Are either of you hurt?”

“No,” You murmur, shifting to stand when feeling a tug at your ankle, looking back to see a large piece of debris had landed on your left leg, your brows pinching at the sudden pain that shot through,

“Dios mio- Felix!” Pepa shouts over her shoulder, both her husband and brother in law, Agustin, running up to see your position. Both men lift at the debris, your hand immediately grasping your ankle that began to throb

“Julieta,” Pepa raises her head in search for her sister as Camilo slipped a hand to your back, holding you upwards, “Julieta!”

“Easy, mi vida,” Camilos hand slides to your arm, the oldest sister of the two moving in front of you, hands faltering when realizing- none of them had their powers now that Casita was gone- she wouldn’t be able to heal you.

“Let me wrap this,” Julieta murmurs, propping your foot at her knee as she easily pulls a wrap of bandages from her dress, your wince visible to the mother as she tightly out the wrap at the bruised skin.

“Camilo, what were you thinking?” Camilo looks up at Pepas sudden scold, his brows pinched,

“She was in danger,” He exhales, “She could’ve been hurt, she was hurt!”

“Casita was protecting her,” Pepa rushes, watching as Camilo then stood, taking your hands to raise you to your feet, his hand then shifting to your hip as you lifted your injured foot.

“Mama, I can’t argue about this,” Camilo barely glances at his mother, before his hand raises to your face, tucking hair from your forehead before smearing more dust from under your eye,

His whisper is soft as he shifts an arm to your back, the other reaching behind your legs to lift you up, your arms wrapping at his shoulders as Agustin lead him to sit you towards Abuela at what used to be the front of the house.

By the next day, La Casa de Madrigal had been rebuilt and the family had regained their powers. Abuela and Mirabel had made up, both needing a sit down with one another. Bruno had came back home, everything seemed to be coming back to normal.

You lift your foot to rub the swollen spot from your spot on the kitchen counter, Julieta moving towards you and Camilo with an arepa in her hand, smiling as she held it out for you to take.

“Gracias, Julieta,” You smile back, taking a bite out of the healing food before lifting your foot out, wiggling your shoe so Camilo got the hint to unwrap the bandage, the healing shown to work as your foot was no longer red or bruised.

Julieta hums in satisfaction, twisting to face her daughter as Isabella asks for help, Camilo setting the bandage to the side to step between your legs, his hands at your hips,

“Why’d you do that?” Your question causes his brows to furrow, curls shifting as his head tilts. Your hands raise to his shoulders, sliding to knot your fingers in said curls, “You risked yourself for me. Pepa was right, Casita was protecting me,”

“But what if Casita hadn’t?” Camilo shoots back, your eyes casting downwards so his thumb lifted to your chin, tilting you to gaze at him, “I have my gift for a reason. It’s not necessarily good in some parts, but I’ll always try to protect you, mi amor,”

You smile, sliding your hands to the front of his face, bringing him closer to you so your lips touched, his hand falling back down to your thigh with a giddy smile,

“I love you,”

“I love you, more,”

AHHHHH

Cuteness overload.

I am a Jisung simp... and I enjoy stories involving abusive parents and unlikely prince charming, so I can't wait to see what you write for his story!!!

Stray Kids Desc.: First Meeting

A/n: Not officially requested but I was checking comments and stuff on my works and you guys seem to want more of these! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Bangchan (Son of Cinderella):

Chan was very hesitant when the VK’s came to Auradon prep. They were very different from what he was used to. Chan was the class president and linebacker on the Tourney team. What could the VK’s possibly have to offer? However, his mother always taught him to treat everyone with kindness. One night, Prince Chan got a noise complaint from a student about loud yelling and music and colored lights coming from the woods behind the school. The woods were perfectly safe and students often hung out there, but it was way past curfew. Chan, as the class president, was responsible for stopping it so he threw on a sweatshirt and trudged towards the noise.

He was shocked to see a bunch of VKs hanging out, blasting music and playing with colored smoke and sparklers. There was one girl dressed in dark purples and greens, eclectic jewelry piece dangling on almost all her limbs. An old and tattered top hat was angled over her messy and purple streaked hair. She had bags under her eyes but a mischievous smile brightened her face. Their eyes met and a smirk slid onto her painted lips. She slinked over to Chan through the blue smoke. He couldn’t tell if he was nervous or intrigued. “What are you doing here, preppie?”

His words got stuck in his throat. “My name is Chan. I’m the class president and you are all out past curfew. You should go back before I report you all.” She scoffed and the other kids laughed going back to their party. “Relax, Cinderboy.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you are?” She smirked and pulled something from her pocket. Throwing it to the ground the two of them were enveloped in green thick smoke. He felt her fingers slowly come to grip his shoulder and heard her smooth voice in his other ear. “I’m the voodoo mistress of the night. I’m Y/n, Y/n Falicier.” He turned his head to find her only inches away. She slipped a sparkler into his hand and lit it, never breaking eye contact.

“Nice to finally meet you, Prince Charming.”

Minho (Son of Ezma):

Minho strolled through the woods, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. He basked in the solitude of finally ridding himself of Dowoon. Though the son of Kronk was easily three years older than him, he still followed Minho around just as his father did Minho’s mother. He was absolutely hopeless without his dim-witted father around. 

“Oh come on!” Minho turned sharply looking for the source of the sound. Moving through the trees he came upon the Enchanted Lake. Kneeling by the pool was a girl with her back turned to him. She held scissors against her H/c hair and was trying to saw through the long tresses that lay in piles around her.

“Never thought I’d see Rapunzel without her long hair,” Minho said with a smirk. She turned, shock painted on her face. Half of her hair was already sawn off on one side and hung just under her chin. “Well, that’s attractive.” The cold glare she threw his way sent a chill down his spine. Someone had yet to look at him with such malice since coming to Auradon. It thrilled him.

“Minho, right?” He nodded and came closer. “Listen, unless you have some sort of evil potion to fix this train wreck, buzz off.” He chuckled and plopped down next to you. “I can turn you into a flea?” “Ha. Ha. Ha.”

She tossed the scissors into the water and sighed. They sat in silence, staring out at the crystal clear water. “Here.” Minho pulled a jagged knife out of his shoe, a gift from his mother before his left. The only gift he ever got from his mother. She flinched away from him a little when he brought the blade to the side of her neck. She relaxed when his hand came under her hair and he sliced the rest off. The heavy locks fell into his hands and the girl smiled, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “Thanks.”

“I’m Y/n.”

Changbin (Son of Hercules):

Tourney practice just ended. Exhausted, Changbin headed back towards the school. A little pink and green bird flitted past him and flew onto one of the stone rails near the steps of the school. He had never seen that type of bird before. The bird chirped happily as Changbin continued his path. Up ahead he saw his little sister and Jeongin walking towards the stairs.

Just as he was about to call out to them, “BOO!” The couple screamed as the little bird magically transformed into a girl scaring the living daylights out them. She cackled and laughed at their faces. “Your faces! I didn’t know Hercules had such a scaredy cat for a daughter.” As she said cat, the girl morphed into a slinky pink and green feline.

“Awww did I scare your beau?” The cat’s silky voice said as it jumped onto Jeongin’s shoulder, making him flinch. “Hey, cut it out!” Changbin said making his way over to them. Grabbing the cat by the excess fur on the neck, he pried it off of Jeongin. “What the hell! Come on, I was just kidding around! Let me go you big bafoon!” The cat swung its claws at Changbin trying to scratch any open skin.

“Changbin, put her down. We are supposed to be welcoming the villain kids, remember?” His sister said putting a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, Changbin. Put me down.” The cat said in a mocking tone. With a reluctant and frustrated sigh Changbin dropped the fuschia cat and with a puff of pink smoke it morphed back into the girl. Her features were sharp and angled and her clothes hugged ever curve of her body like a glove. “Later losers.” The wild girl said with a smirk. Her hair swayed behind her as Changbin watched her with a glare. “Who was that?”

“Oh her? That’s Madam Mim’s daughter, Y/n.”

Hyunjin (Son of Mother Gothel):

Irene the Evil Queen’s daughter hung off of Hyunjin’s shoulder as he walked down the hall. Sure the girl was young and pretty, but she was boring. He put on a fake smile as she kissed his cheek before walking into an open classroom. The second her back was turned it dropped and Hyunjin walked stone faced through the corridor.

“Woah! Hey! Sorry! Coming through! Move out of the way, pretty boy!” Hyunjin pressed against the wall out of shock, but not before he was shoulder checked by the fast moving object. “Sorry!” A girl zoomed past on him bright red and blue roller skates. No one else found this weird and greeted the girl as if she was just passing bye. “Who the hell was that?” Felix said coming up by Hyunjin, who up until he spoke, hadn’t realized he was staring at the back of the girl skating down the hall.

“You don’t know Y/n?” A chirpy voice said behind the two boys. Beatrice, Snow White’s daughter stopped having overheard Felix’s comment. He scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. “No. Why would I?” A crash could be heard from down the hallway. A laugh bounced off the walls and carried all the way back to where they were standing. Not a moment later Y/n rounded the corner this time on a pogo stick. “She’s the Genie’s daughter. Never a dull moment when she’s around.” With a bright smile Beatrice left the two boys in tha hall. “Can you believe these people? God, Auradon is so weird.” Felix exclaimed before going in the complete opposite direction of his next class.

“Well, at least she’s not boring.” Hyunjin said with a smirk, following his friend.

Jisung (Son of Prince John):

The Isle was a great place to grow up. If you had the right parents that is. Alliances were a crucial part of life on the Isle, and Jisung’s father was about to make a new one. While Prince John went below the decks of the Jolly Roger he ordered his ten year old son to wait and find some way to entertain himself. The boy fiddled with a knife he found lying about and started carving into one of the railings.

“What are you doing to my ship?” A strong, but young voice said from above. He looked up to see a very pissed off girl hanging upside down from the rigging. She looked about his age. Gracefully she jumped down and landed in front of the boy. “It’s not your ship.” Jisung said sticking out his tongue. “It’s my daddy’s ship and what’s his is mine and whatever else I want.” She said holding up a leather bound journal.

Jisung frantically looked inside his jacket and pockets finding his notebook gone. “Hey give that back!” “No.” The girl with wild hair and tattered clothing started playing keep away with the book. Eventually it morphed into a game of tag across the huge space the Jolly Roger had to offer. “Catch me if you can!” Jisung called out, climbing up one of the masts. The girl gleefully followed.

“Jisung! Get down from there!” An angry voice called. Immediately Jisung ran to his father’s side, hoping to escape further punishment. The girl followed suit to stand next to the man with a hook and dressed in solid red. “Hook, control your daughter.” The pirate sneered and looked down at his child. “Y/n, what have I told you about playing those little games!?” He scolded and a flash of silver flew across her face. A thin trail of blood dripped down her cheek, but the girl stood completely still. Jisung moved to defend his new friend but his father pulled him back, threatening a similar punishment. Reluctantly the two left and Jisung waved goodbye to the little girl who had a small but guarded smile on her lips.

Felix (Son of Queen of Hearts):

Felix had an impish grin as the several girls around hin laughed at something he had said. “And so I was like, ‘No, off with your head.’” The girls giggled and a couple brushed their hands across his arm. Felix was used to this. He was over it. Sure he enjoyed the attention and he found it funny how quick the girls from Auradon started flinging themselves all over him, but they were all so boring compared to the girls on the Isle. At least at home there was always some small chance he might get stabbed on a date or his curtains set on fire. Some sort of excitement.

Felix was laying in bed, waiting for Han to get back from Tourney tryouts. The dorms were absolutely boring. It took all of Felix’s will power not to toss himself out the three story window. Before he could, the window burst open blowing the white curtains into the air. In shock he fell off the bed and hit his head on the nightstand. Peeking over the bed with a glare he saw a girl crouched on his windowsill, hair blowing slightly in the breeze. She wore varying tones of green and brown and had bright eyes that shared and impish smile with her lips.

“Umm who do you think you are?” Felix snapped. Her head turned at the sound and she laughed which shocked the boy. “Nobody you should bother with.” Felix stood and leaned against the bed post. “Well you are the one intruding in my domain.” “Oooo domain. You sound like quite the villain.” She laughed once more and hopped down from the sill walking around the room. “Maybe because I am one.” “Oh. Cool.” The girl continued to look around the room and examine random objects that seemed to pique her interest. “I’m sorry who are you again?” “Oh I’m Y/n.”

Seungmin (Son of Mulan):

Seungmin was very against the introduction of Villain Kids into Auradon Prep. Coming from a strict household he found their lack of discipline and wild characteristics unbearable. He laughed with Woojin, one of the other boys in his History of Auradon class before the professor came in. Merlin entered the classroom and all the students’ conversations stopped to focus their attention on their teacher. “We have a new addition to our class. Please welcome Y/n as you would any student. She is the daughter of the Chesire Cat.” A girl with pastel streaks in her H/c hair slinked in the room. Seungmin noticed that everything about her was feline like. The glint in her eyes and the way she moved around the space.

She was calculating and scanned the room with a mischievous grin. Merlin pointed her to a free seat which so happened to be next to Seungmin. He scowled as she made her way to the other seat in the front row in the shared desk. “What’s got you upset, kitty?” She asked with a smirk. She said in a soft smooth voice as Merlin started the lesson. Seungmin glared over at her, not dignifying her with a response. “Cat got your tongue?” She said dragging her fingers across his wrist. His glare shot back over to her. She smirked when he yanked his hand away from her touch. “What? You want me to disappear?” The girl faded from her seat and Seungmin tried to keep his eyes from going wide at the girl’s disappearance. He shivered when he heard her smooth voice in his ear.

“I can see it all over the little warrior’s face. Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t like me sitting next to you either would they?” Seungmin turned to face forward and he couldn’t help the little smirk on his face when Y/n reappeared obviously disappointed she didn’t get a reaction. The smug expression fell as he looked over to see Y/n picking up a paper that Jeongin had dropped rushing to his seat. With a kind smile she handed it to the shy boy and sat back down. Seungmin was shocked to see a VK do any kind of good deed even as small as that. Was everything black and white like his parents said?

Jeongin (Son of Milo and Kida):

Jeongin sat alone at lunch once again. He surrounded himself in maps and artifacts sent my his father from his parents latest expedition. Every now and then he would look up across the courtyard to watch the group of kids playing a game instead of eating. His eyes fell onto a girl tossing back the ball to one of the boys he was tutoring, Chan. She smiled and pushed around a boy maybe a year older than her. They had somewhat similar features so Jeongin assumed they were siblings.

She was very pretty Jeongin thought. He watched her get excited throughout the game and get so passionate when someone failed to call out a foul. Jeongin smiled down at the map in his hands and returned to analyzing the parchment. His train of thought was interrupted by a ball slamming into the side of his head. He groaned in lain and clutched the area were the leather ball hit. “Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay?” He looked up to see the girl from earlier. He was at a loss for words as she looked down at him with concern.

She reached out her hand to inspect his head and Jeongin froze. “Y/n? Is he okay?” Chan said coming over with the the girl’s brother. “Oh, Jeongin!” Chan clapped the shy boy on the back as a greeting. “He should be fine. Jeongin has a big brain.” The girl, Y/n, smiled and pulled her hand away. “Are you alone?” She asked looking at the empty table and books spread around him. He nodded hesistantly. “Well we need a referee if you want to join! My brother, Changbin, keeps cheating.” She said shoving the boy with brown hair. They quickly got into a playful sibling fight and Chan pulled Jeongin up to join the game. Jeongin couldn’t help but stare at the daughter of Hercules the rest of the game.

Requests are open!

Just send me an ask💗

Masterlist

This absolutely beautiful!!! I love Ochaco and Tsu chilling there in the back, and their wardrobe is to die for!! Bakugou, Kiri, and Izuku come in a close second to them, though!

Oh. My. God. This is one of the most amazing Obey Me stories that I have ever read!!! It includes ALL of the brothers, they all get to kiss her, and they are just so adorable yet still in character for them!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Kissing Booth

The school festival is meant to be fun. It gives the students a chance to set up booths, and raise money for a good cause–like classroom funds, or charity donations.

Mammon, however, sets a booth up to make money for himself. A kissing booth, to be specific. He assumes that every demon within a two mile radius will be lined up, ready to empty their wallets in order to get a kiss from The Great Mammon, but…that’s not what happens.

No, half way through the festival, less than a dozen people have paid Mammon for a kiss. A few other demons had stopped, asking what the money would be put towards, and when he had answered “my wallet” they’d promptly walked away.

Honestly, what a fool.

Unfortunately, Bean still loves him, despite his idiotic ideas.

Sighing, she places a $5 in front of the demon–catching his attention. He lifts his head from where it’d been buried in his arms–dejected at his lack of customers–and his blue eyes light up when he sees Bean standing there.

When he notes the bill placed on the table, a brilliant smile tugs at his lips. 

“See! I knew ya couldn’t resist kissing The Great Mammon!” 

His comment has Bean rolling her eyes, and she reaches forward to snatch her money back. The movement flusters Mammon, who quickly jumps to his feet. 

“H-Hey, wait!” he slaps his hand down on top of hers, cheeks heating up sheepishly as he looks at her. “C’mon, don’t be like that…”

She smiles a little, breathing a laugh.

“Take your kiss then, before I seriously consider getting a refund.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s supposed’ta be kissing me,” he retorts. A pouty look appears on his face, and Bean is tempted to sigh. However, rather than continue to drag this on, she leans in and presses her lips to his. Solid, soft contact.

After a few seconds, she moves to pull back, but Mammon quickly reaches out and grabs her–one hand curling around her waist, while the other finds the back of her head. She makes a quiet sound of surprise as he tugs her into another kiss–and then another, and another after that.

He only stops when someone nearby whistles, making him aware of the intimacy of his current actions.

When he pulls back, Bean’s face has turned a pleasant shade of pink. Satisfaction beats steadily in his chest.

“I’d say that’s another $15 dollars right there. It’s actually probably more like $50, but I’ll give ya a discount since I’m a nice guy like that.”

He grins cheekily, laughing when Bean reaches out and punches him in the arm.

“You can’t extort customers for money by deciding to kiss them more than what they paid for!”

“Fine, fine~,” he relinquishes, grumbling. “I suppose I’ll give ya the extra kisses for free since it’s obvious ya like me.”

“Wow, how kind of you,” she responds, rolling her eyes a little, but she can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips.

“Oh, and speaking of kisses–”

Bean blinks as Mammon grabs her by her shoulders, directing her around the side of the table.

“–I need ya to work the booth for a few minutes for me. I gotta go do somethin’ real quick.”

Keep reading

🤧

Dear MC,

I still have your coffee mug in my kitchen. you can’t come to my kitchen anymore. Every morning when when I reach for my own mug it reminds me of how it got the chip on its side. you can’t use your own mug any more. We had been dancing in the living room in our fluffy socks. you can’t wear your fluffy socks anymore. I was so caught up in your eyes that I didn’t notice when I slid into the coffee table and knocked it over. you can’t look at me anymore. The chip has been there since that day. you can’t be here anymore.

I don’t know why I still have it. I’ve packed all of your other stuff. I’ve given your mother yours old Polaroid photos and your brother has your shirts. They told me to keep more. They told me to keep the ring you had in the bottom drawer of your dresser. I can’t. I can’t because it kills me. Just this one mug tears me apart. What am I supposed to do with favorite book series that you used to read to me with our bedroom window open? How am I supposed to keep your favorite blanket without remembering how you held me? How can I smell your shampoo without falling to the bathroom floor? So I gave it all away. So I don’t rip myself apart in your memory. But I keep your mug because it never left your side except in the end. I keep hoping that you’ll remember that its here and you’ll comeback for it. For me.

Love,

Lucifer