"Don't Call Me Cute, You Tempter!" Klarion X Reader // Short!

"Don't call me cute, you tempter!" Klarion x reader // Short!

"Klar?"

"Mmh?"

"Could... could you help me for a second?"

Looking from the new magic book I got him, he looked down at me, seeing I was trying out my own magic spell. He snapped the book closed and flew down from his little place in the air. Sliding next to me, looking over the incantations I was trying to pull off. A small hum left his mouth, as he asked me what I was trying to do.

"Making my own pocket dimension!"

A laugh left his mouth, changing some of the incantations symbols, telling me what I was doing wrong, moving my arms so I could pull it off in one go.

"Go on, don't disappoint me now, pet."

Rolling my eyes, a small smirk played on my face, taking a deep breath before moving my fingers and arms I needed to pull this off. A strong burst of wind pushed my hair back, and with a last pull of my fingers, a small ball was left behind. Grabbing it, it disappeared right away letting me know it worked, or well at least I hope so. With a wave of my hand, a portal opened in front of me letting me look inside, an open space with nothing in it yet was shown to me. An excited giggle I pulled away from the portal closing it, turning to Klarion, who had a proud smirk on his face.

"Thank you Klarion!"

Kissing the underside of his jaw, I was about to open my pocket space again to start placing things in it but Klarion pulled me back into him.

"I think I deserve more than just a kiss, don't you think so, pet?"

"Stop with the nickname and I might think about it!"

Slipping out of his arms, and dodging every time he tried to grab for me I laughed as we stumbled through the portal. Floating in the air, I grabbed his shoulders, pulling us close as I spider man kissed him.

"Ah~ how cute you are when you are needy, Klarion~"

"Don't call me cute, you tempter!"

with a small pull on his shoulders, I was floating in front of him, his arms quickly wrapping me up close to him. His nose pushed against my cheek as I placed my hands on his shoulders, a small laugh leaving me as his annoyed grumbling was felt against my cheek.

"Klar?"

A deep sigh left his mouth but he pulled back, slightly glaring down at me, so with a grin, my hands moved up to his cheeks, taking hold of them. Pulling him down, kissing him properly this time, his hands gripping my waist, nails digging through my clothing. A small groan left his throat, leaning into me, tipping our weight, making him float above me. Breaking the kiss, I stared at him, his eyes slightly glowing red, his red eyes trailing over my face. Slightly tilting my head to the side a small grin on my face.

"You good now?"

"No."

With that his lips connected with mine, and well the rest is history.

I'm slowly losing it /pos

making a Horizon Zero Dawn/Forbidden West oc and well I'm like fact-checking everything and now I have like over 20 pages of information

Can I request some headcanons about Symmetra, Mercy and Ana with S/O, who, despite being very lucky, is extremely nervous?

Symmetra

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield at all times if she can.

- Nervousness leads to mistakes and she doesn't want to lose you at all, at any cost.

- You may be lucky but that means nothing to her in the long run, she loves you for you, not some stupid luck-driven life.

- When you are very nervous she makes different figures with her tech, trying to distract you from that mind of yours.

- Soft forehead kisses are a thing she does on her own without thinking when she sees something happen to you out of luck.

Mercy

- Look, she is happy that you are very lucky but seeing you this nervous about anything else is making her uneasy.

- Even with all this luck, you aren't even relaxed?

- Will try to ease everything with soft words and soft touches.

- Running her fingers through your hair, down your back just to feel you relax back into her.

- When you are on the battlefield and seeing you make your way through it with your luck makes her softly laugh.

- Sometimes sees you as her own little good luck charm but only on your better days when you are less nervous.

Ana

- Seeing you get by a lot by luck makes her laugh, but seeing you still be so very nervous makes her heart ache.

- Late nights with tea, listening to your worries and holding you close.

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield if possible but that is not up to her but she tries.

- If you get to nervous she has some lavender candies to help you calm down (if you don't like does... I'm sorry)

- Softly hums a tune as well

- Lucky may have gotten you to her but you is why she stayed.

- She loves you with your luck and your nervousness.

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I hope this is what you wanted dear ano,

so please I hope you enjoyed this little piece.

Hidden Tensions //Oc based

The low hum of machinery filled the air in the base, a comforting sound punctuating the otherwise tense atmosphere as Sam worked in the dim lighting of the makeshift workshop. The flicker of lights from their various projects created a dance of shadows that enveloped them, and Sam was in their element—surrounded by gears, tools, and the comforting scent of oil and metal. 

Though they were small in stature, their strength lay hidden—a muscle tone that came from years of combat training and survival, a strong build that was both deceiving and empowering, scars littered their toned body a reminder of what happened in the past. Their blue eyes sparkled with determination, short brown hair framing their face as they focused intently on the weapon they were modifying. It was a new bow for Aloy, one that would help her take on the upcoming threat from the Far Zenith.

Sam took a step back, admiring their handiwork, when a light knock on the door broke their concentration. Tilda stepped in without waiting for a response, her tall frame and striking presence immediately commanding Sam’s attention. The former Far Zenith member had settled into life at the base surprisingly well, her calm demeanor and sharp intellect providing insight into problems that often left the rest of the group puzzled. 

“Good evening, Sam,” Tilda said, her voice smooth and confident as she leaned against the doorframe. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I was just coming to check in on you.”

“Just tinkering away,” Sam replied, a playful smile curling their lips. “You know me—if I’m not fixing weapons, I’m lost.”

Tilda stepped further into the workshop, her eyes scanning the cluttered tables filled with projects. “Your focus is impressive. Aloy says you’re making a new bow for her, is that right?”

“Yup! Trying to get it just right so she can take on the tougher machines. Better range, more power,” Sam said, enthusiasm lighting up their features. “Want to help?”

“I’d love to,” Tilda replied with a small smile that lit up her face. 

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, Tilda handing tools to Sam, commenting on the designs and providing suggestions. Their camaraderie grew—Tilda’s sharp mind and innovative ideas complemented Sam’s practicality and quick wit. Yet, beneath the friendship lay an unacknowledged tension, a current that ran between them, unspoken but potent.

As hours slipped away, a casual banter transformed into something deeper—shared laughter igniting sparks that neither of them recognized. Sam could feel the warmth of Tilda’s presence, her laughter wrapping around them like a gentle embrace, a feeling they had never expected to crave so much.

“Hey, can you hold this steady for me?” Sam asked, holding a length of metal to shape it as Tilda stepped closer. The proximity sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, causing a mix of anxiety and excitement to bloom like wildflowers. 

“Of course,” Tilda replied, her voice low and smooth, as she leaned over Sam, her breath brushing against their ear. “Just like that?”

Sam swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the warmth radiating from Tilda’s body. “Yeah, just like that,” they said, barely managing to keep their composure as a rush of adrenaline coursed through their veins.

With the air thickening around them, Sam’s focus wavered. Each heartbeat felt magnified, and when Tilda brushed against them, the spark ignited. It felt electric, charging the space between them with unspoken desires.

“Sam…” Tilda murmured softly, and in that moment, everything shifted. Without warning, Tilda pivoted, and in one motion, she had Sam pinned against the sturdy surface of the workbench, her body leaning against them, breath warm against their skin.

“W-what are you—” Sam stuttered, shock mingling with exhilaration as Tilda captured their gaze, those vibrant green eyes reflecting an intensity Sam had never seen before.

“Just go with it,” Tilda whispered, a smirk dancing on her lips as she captured Sam’s mouth with her own, the kiss igniting a wildfire within them. 

It was powerful, consuming. Sam melted against Tilda, their body responding instinctively, hands grasping her waist as they deepened the kiss, legs automatically wrapped around Tilda's waist, breath mingling as if they were a single entity. Tilda pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously, before trailing kisses down Sam’s neck, leaving soft, heated marks that made Sam gasp.

“Wait—” Sam protested weakly, heart racing, the weight of everything crashing down all at once. “What if Aloy—?”

Tilda paused just long enough to look up, her breath warm against Sam’s skin, a sly smile on her face. “Aloy doesn’t have to know. Not yet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” 

Before Sam could process the implication of her words, Tilda was already trailblazing down Sam’s neck, marking them with soft kisses and hushed whispers of admiration. Sam’s breath hitched, hands instinctively finding their way to Tilda's hair, pulling her back up to deepen the kiss once more—an intoxication they had been craving, a connection finally acknowledged.

They lost themselves in each other, the world around them disappearing as they surrendered to the sparks flying between them. Time slipped away, and it was just the two of them—lost in the moment, tangled in depths they had yet to explore.

Tilda pulled away slightly, her cheeks flush, a triumphant grin dancing across her lips. “So… this is what you’ve been hiding behind all those workshop walls,” she teased, voice low enough to send shivers racing down Sam’s spine.

“I… um,” Sam stammered, attempting to regain composure, fighting back a smile as they shrugged sheepishly. “I guess I never realized I was hiding at all.”

“Good,” Tilda said, leaning closer again, their foreheads almost touching. “Because I’d like to see more of this side of you.” 

With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Tilda leaned in closer, leaving one last kiss at the corner of Sam’s mouth before pushing herself up and stepping back, creating distance that felt both tantalizing and cruel. Their heart thudded relentlessly in their chest, a mix of thrill and uncertainty hanging in the air.

“I should probably get back to the others,” Tilda said, glancing over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, still trying to process everything that had just happened, the way their body felt alive and electric. “Just, um… be careful with that door… it creaks.”

Tilda paused, looking back at them with a mix of mischief and warmth. “I’ll try,” she promised, her smile lingering as she slipped out of the workshop, leaving Sam breathless and exhilarated.

As the workshop returned to quiet, Sam stared at the desk, fingers brushing against the surface where Tilda had pinned them just moments before. A wave of warmth spread through their chest then down, and with a smile tugging at their lips, they knew that everything had changed.

And as Sam returned to their work, their mind raced not with thoughts of machines and weapons, but with the warmth of Tilda’s kiss, the promise of hidden desires, and the vibrant uncertainty of a new chapter unfolding between them. The world outside was still fraught with danger, but for now, within the walls of their little sanctuary, they were more than warriors—they were two people ready to redefine what it meant to fight for something beyond survival.

Lovely partner Wanda x Reader x Vision

"Y/N?" Looking away from the setting sun, the colors always looked so beautiful, like water painting swirling together. "Mmh?" My eyes trailed over my partner, vision, who was holding out his hand to me. "care for a dance?" getting up from the seat by the window, I placed my hand in his. the warmth of his hand seems to travel up my arm, pulling me further into his body. Soft music began to play, my arms circle his shoulders. His around my waist, head on top of mine. "What is going on inside that pretty mind of yours?" So, he knew, a few things had been on my mind today. "A lot, nothing bad but i just been thinking about some stuff." Vision nods, he knew to not ask on, he knew I would tell him on my own time.

Hearing the door open, the both of us looked up seeing Wanda come in. "Hello sweet cheeks!" A bright smile came to my face, Vision himself was enjoying the sight of me smiling I could tell. Leaning against my tall red android, his arms around me. Wanda rushed over to us, crashing into vision and then into my shoulder, a deep sigh leaving her lips. "Are you alright, my love?" Visions voice held concern, his hand cupping her cheek, lifting her head. "Just I... I just want some peace and quiet away from the whole superhero doing but..." taking hold over her hands, leaning to her, kissing her forehead. "then... then you and Vision go watch a movie and I will set something up to. And no I will not over do it, just leave it to me alright?" Vision and Wanda looked at one another but agreed.

Everything was set up, made easy dinner, made the bed look comfy, placed out some of Wanda's favourite smelling candles and pulled out Visions favourite feeling blanket. Wanda and me found out that Vision liked the feeling of different kind of objects. Wanda had gotten him the blanket, he immediately told us it was his favourite blanket. Taking a deep breath, my eyes shot over to the night stand. 'you got this!' I quickly ran a hand through my hair, pulling on my most comfy pjs before i pulled out Wanda's and Visions most comfy pjs, rushing into the living room. "Pull these on and wait outside our bedroom." Looking down at the pjs they nod, as I quickly rushed into the kitchen and putting everything on the plats.

Now everything was set, hearing the two shuffle outside the door I rushed over, turning off the light before opening the door. A gasp left Wanda's mouth as she saw the fairy lights hanging of the high ceiling, the soft glow of the candles making it look like a the most comfortable place on earth. "My lady, My lord." Both of them chuckled as I bowed holding out my hands for them to take. "Y/N! this is amazing, thank you-" "Sssh it's not done yet." Wanda giggled but took my hand, Vision with a soft smile, did the same. Leading them over to the bed, telling them to make themselves comfortable. Turning on the tv, soft music began to play, Vision immediately recognised the song. "It's the song we met you on." A grin pulled on my lips, as I placed the food in front of the two. "you don't have to eat but i didn't want you to feel left out." Softly bumping my forehead to his. "Thank you my dear." A kiss to the cheek and we went to eat.

We quickly finished, Wanda and Vision had move on to slow dance in the middle of the room. Me just laying on the bed enjoying the sighed before me, having already taking a photo of it for later in the scrapbook. Taking a deep breath, i closed my eyes, just basking in the moment, enjoying the music, the shuffling of feet and the soft humming of Vision. Feeling the bed dip, i opened one eye, seeing Wanda leaning over me with the softest smile. "Hello, sweetcheeks." leaning down, Wanda softly kissed me. Her lips where slightly dry but that must have been of the stress of work, but they didn't feel any less pleasant. A deep and pleasant sigh left my nose, running a hand through her hair. "Did I give you what you wanted? even if it only lasted for tonight." Wanda lowered herself to lay next to me, head on my shoulder, Vision joining her side, pressing himself against her back. Hand draped over her waist and onto my stomach. "Yes, thank you so much Y/N."

Forgetting all about what I had planned more the night came to an end, the three of us had fallen a sleep. Vision and I curling around Wanda, like she was the most important person in the world. Visions arm was draped over Wanda to hold my hand, Wanda was on her back, head slightly leaning to Visions side. I was the first to wake, and it made me creep out of bed and the room. Making breakfast, I slipped back into the room, seeing Vision and Wanda softly talking to each other. Visions eyes lighting up seeing me coming back into the room, Wanda looking over seeing the big tray in my hands. With a wave of her hand the tray was lifted from my hand and flew over to the bed. climbing back into bed, the three of us enjoying breakfast. the rest of the morning it was just us and the soft music dancing around the room.

'It's now or never Y/N' leaning over Vision to pull a small box out of the nightstand, I held it in my hand. "I..." Looking down at it, I took a deep breath, looking up the two. My heartbeat went up, feeling my cheeks get red, I quickly looked away. "I made you this. To.... I..." hands grabbed hold of my cheeks, turning my face to look at Wanda. "Take your time sweetheart. no need to rush it." Looking into her eyes and then a quick flick to Visions eyes. They held so much warmth, this was so much. "I love you both a lot, and I wanted you to have this. I made this so a way to... to ask you if you would m-... I.." Tears beginning to fall, this was to much, I was ready to just run. Vision made me snap back, hands taking hold of my own. "Deep breaths." Taking those deep breaths, I whipped my face on my shoulder as not to let go of Visions hands. the box resting on my lap, leaning my face into the hand that was still holding my face. "Will you marry me?" slipping my hands out of Visions, I opened the box showing the two a ring with 3 stones, each a different color. Once yellow to represent Vision, one red for Wanda and one y/f/c stone to represent me.

"They are lame a-" Vision leaned forwards, trapping Wanda against my chest, his lips connecting with mine. A surprised noise leaving my lips, he was almost never to one to go and kiss Wanda or me. "I... I love them." Taking the bigger one, he slipped it on. Wanda slightly pushed against Visions chest. "Ah! sorry, my dear." Smiling she shock her head, taking one of the rings slipping it on. "I love it as well, Y/N" Happy tears fell from my eyes as i pulled them both into a hug. Vision taking hold of the last ring, slipping it onto my finger. Wanda with a grin pulled the three of us back onto the bed, laughing as we hit the bed. "Thank you for everything, Y/N. i could ask for a better partners then you and Vision." Wanda rolled over me, pushing me closer to Vision, who in return wrapped an arm around me. We got settled again, softly talked to one another about what the future might bring.

Comforting Hands Dragon age Inquisition Cole x Hurt reader (TW Suicidal thoughts)

Looking out over the frozen lake, the cold stone kept me awake as I sat on the railing, my head leaning on my knee that I had placed on the railing the other swing off the edge. A small yawn left my mouth, small tremors of pain running up my arm and down into my body, the hole in the sky softly flashing. Tears in my eyes seem to freeze in place of the cold, but I just listened to the wind around me, feel it against my skin, my cheeks feel warm.

"Mind full, pain overwhelming but yet not, death on the mind but stays for those around. thread ready to snap trying to keep it strong."

"Hello, Cole."

"You hurt but I only felt it now. How? how can I just..."

"I hide, just like how you hide to help."

Hands grab hold of my hand, but I kept on looking at the view, when my eyes fell down. My mind wanders to what could be, hand takes hold of my face turning it to him. A pretty much expression less cole was now looking at me with a pleading expression. Softly smiling I ran my free hand over his cheek and up to push his hair out of his face. My hand fell back to his cheek, him leaning into the touch, pulling on my hand trying to get me off the railing and back inside. A deep sigh left my mouth, but followed the spirit inside. Only pausing at the doorway, giving the view behind me one last look, tears falling.

"Sorry."

He stepped closer to me, pressing his forehead against mine, rubbing his nose against mine, a silent sign of that it was fine. Letting my head fall to his shoulder, my own sobs being the only thing heard in the room. It seemed colder inside than it was outside, almost like there was no one to return to after a battle, a trip to help the Inquisition. Pulling back, my eyes trailed over Cole's face, biting my lip as it trembled, trying to hold back more tears.

"Afraid to lose, the be alone, to only see darkness. I won't leave you, I promise."

Pulling me close to him, he picked me up and walked over to the bed, laying me down joining me in bed. He pulled me into his chest, arms tightly around my body, face in my hair, my own in his neck. Soft words worked away the thoughts, hands turning over my back into my hair, lips pressed against my hairline. Words turned to hums, trying to make me join, a small broken chuckle left my throat. I did, joining his humming with my rough voice, blanked pulled to our shoulders, the room warmed up.

"Thank you so much, Cole."

"Always here, never leave, promise me."

"Always here, never leave."

As he hugged me, I pushed my face into his neck, a small laugh left me. Cole will always stay dear to my heart, please don't leave me, ever.