Hello! How Are You Doing? I Wanted To Request An Ignis Scientia With A Gender Neutral Reader Who Always

Hello! How are you doing? I wanted to request an Ignis Scientia with a gender neutral reader who always has extremely cold hands to the point they hurt, and Ignis lets them borrow his gloves, however they're way too big on him? Thank you and take care!

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☆ gloves and cold hands

ignis scientia x gn reader [they / them]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional!

[name] was sitting themselves, too focused on trying to warm up their ever frozen hands. but it was of no use.

their hands were cold - as if they had been shoved into a freezer overnight. their hands were always cold though, to the point where it hurt and it was completely unbearable to them.

a sigh escaped [name]'s lips, as a frown formed on their face. nothing was helping their ice cold hands at all. all this sitting around was making [name]'s hands hurt even more.

ignis noticed the frown on his partners lips and he frowned too. he hated seeing them so upset, and he knew he had to do something for them.

the man pulled off the gloves that were covering his hands before he walked over to his parter, handing them the gloves.

"here." ignis said as he handed [name] the gloves, a small smile on his face in hopes of reassuring his partner. he hoped they knew that they weren't alone, that he'd always be there with him - even if they had cold hands.

the gloves were silver in colour, and pretty shimmering in the light too. sure, they were intended to be used as driving gloves, but they should be enough to try and warm up [name]'s poor, cold hands.

[name] looked up at ignis and smiled at him before they slipped on the gloves carefully, trying not to ruin or damage the gloves as they were ignis' after all. not theirs.

"thank you." [name] speaks softly, a warm smile still on his face. hopefully their smile was as warm as how ignis' gloves would make their hands.

[name] inspected their hands, twirling them around infront of their eyes to get a better view of how they looked like in the gloves.

to say the least, the gloves were too big for [name]'s hands. yet, they weren't going to complain. it was nice sharing something of ignis', even if it was just his gloves.

"they are rather too big, ignis." [name] commented, still staring at their hands as they spoke.

ignis laughed in response to his partner's comment, taking a look at their hands. "why yes, they are quite big for you my love." ignis sighed, shaking his head.

the man then crouched down and got to his partner's level, staring at their hands and the gloves that now decorated them.

"i guess i'll just have to make you some new ones then, that will fit. i can't have my partner's hands freezing off can i?" ignis teased before pressing a kiss to [name]'s forehead.

[name] felt so happy and warm inside. they were truly glad that they had someone so understanding as ignis in their life.

"i'd like that." [name] responded, looking over at ignis with stars in their eyes. they were truly so grateful for having ignis in their life.

"these gloves aren't half bad, you know? i feel my hands defrosting already." they joked, looking back at their hands and squeezing them lightly to see if they were as cold as they were before. luckily, it seemed to be that the gloves were somewhat working.

ignis hummed and nodded, smiling sweetly at his partner. he found it adorable how they looked in his gloves.

"that's perfect. i'll make sure to make your gloves similar to mine so we can match." the man said, giving [name] another quick kiss before he pulled away.

gloves for their hands that looked just like ignis'? [name] thought they were on cloud 9 in that moment. but they were so, so glad. hopefully their hands wouldn't always be like ice blocks now.

☆ author's note: thanks for requesting again! i hope everyone enjoys :) keep the requests coming! i love writing them!

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☆ touches

astarion x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: astarion doesn't remember the last time he felt the touch of someone that wasn't for sexual purposes. he hopes to remember all of [name]'s touches. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

astarion doesn't remember the last time he's felt the sweet, loving touch of another. for the past 200 years it's just been touches of agony, or touches of sexual pleasure. nothing else.

but, then there was [name]. a man he met right after the nautiloid crashed, and he's been travelling with the other ever since then.

astarion had grown quite fond of [name], but he wasn't going to admit that. he couldn't admit that because he quite frankly didn't know how to. all he knew about loving another was just seducing and manipulating them so they'd sleep with him, trust him forever. astarion didn't know true love yet.

a sigh escapes the vampire spawn's lips as he rests at his tent. he's reading through a book, sipping from his goblet, wine pouring down his throat and for some reason astarion just can't get [name] out of his head.

he wants to care for the man, to be held by the man. he didn't just want something sexual with [name]. he wanted something romantic, something sweet and innocent. something that wasn't like anything else had experienced. something new.

astarion shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts that were plaguing him. he couldn't think of another like this, it was unusal and nothing at all like him.

[name] noticed the small look of sadness that was plastered on astarion's face. it was something different - [name] never noticed the vampire spawn to have such an expression. naturally, the man was concerned for his companion.

"astarion?" [name] said as he approached the said male, a small smile on his face as he got closer to astarion. he tried to reassure him with his words and the look on his face, not make him any more upset than he already was.

"is something wrong, darling?" astarion replied, his face immediately being wiped of any sign of saddness or discomfort. he was hiding his true feelings, like always.

[name] studied astarion's face well, looking him up and down to see the hint of sadness that was on his face before. astarion's face didn't show it, he hid it. but his eyes told his secrets.

"you.. there's something wrong isn't there?" [name] responded to astarion's question with another question, crossing his arms over his chest. "i won't pry.. but i'm worried for you astarion. i've never seen you, well, upset before." [name] sighed, a small frown now forming on his lips.

astarion was surprised with [name]'s answer, to say the least. he didn't expect the man to be so perceptive of everything, let alone of someone like astarion.

the gesture warmed astarion's cold heart, and astarion felt like it was beating again. nobody had ever made him feel such a way these past 200 years. nobody cared about what astarion felt or wanted, they only cared about torturing him or trying to get into bed with him.

"i care for you, astarion. truly." [name] continued as he took a few, cautious steps forward, not wanting to startle astarion. "i'm here for you, and i want to help you with whatever it is you're upset about." the male carried on speaking gently before he took ahold of both of astarion's pale hands, stroking them.

astarion felt like he was melting. [name]'s soft touches were just doing it for him, he wanted to stay like this for as long as possible. he wanted to remember this moment for as long as he lived. he was finally being touch with such gentleness, such softness and love. he felt as if his heart was actually beating again.

"it's nothing, my dear. just.. something silly. it's nothing, really." astarion smiles at [name], but the other is not convinced at all by the elf's words.

"i don't think it's nothing, astarion. you were upset and even if it is something.. i still want to hear it." [name] insists, even though he said a few moments prior that he wouldn't pry if astarion didn't feel like it. he still held the elf's hands in his own, never wanting to let go.

astarion submit to [name]'s words and soft touches. he couldn't say no to the man infront of him, even if he tried, and he tried, and he tried again. it wouldn't work.

astarion sighs and he shakes his head, taking a deep breath before speaking up again. "it's just.. i wished to have someone touch me in a more romantic, non sexual way. but.. you've fulfilled all of my desires, love. so there's nothing else to be said." the vampire spawn expresses his worries, a smile on his face as he speaks to [name].

[name] nods and listens intently to what astarion has to say about his worries. [name] feels sorry for astarion, how could he not? the other knew nothing of kindness, nothing of love and non-sexual intimacy for 200 years. he had been tortured, sleeping with other people without ever feeling the love of another.

"well, i'm glad i can help you, star." [name] replies with a whisper, a hand moving up to touch astarion's cheek. his touch is soft, warm and everything astarion wanted. the vampire spawn never wanted this to end. he wanted to stay like this forever, even if he had mentioned that to himself multiple times before.

"thank you." astarion says back to the man infront of him, his voice slightly breaking as his smile wobbles on his lips. he truly feels that this is the life he wants for the rest of eternity. he wants nothing else but these touches and sweet, sweet words.

[name] hums and he continues to stroke astarion's cheek tenderly, his eyes filled with love for the other man. he also didn't want this moment to end, as much as astarion didn't want it to end.

"you don't have to thank me. i'll always be glad to be by your side, and show you as much love as you need. whether that be touches, words or anything else that you need." [name] whispers into astarion's ear before placing a sweet kiss on astarion's cheek. his words were true and sincere, full of a love that astarion hadn't felt in so long.

astarion nods along to [name]'s words, savouring the moment for what felt like forever. he wanted to savour it for forever, he wanted to remember it for forever and all of the moments similar to this one that would follow after.

"i want to remember all of these moments.. all of these touches for forever." astarion confesses, his words almost hushed so only [name] could hear them and nobody else at camp. it felt like they were the only two people there.

"then, i'll keep giving you new moments to remember too. for as long as possible." [name] responds, a feeling of truth and honestly behind his words. astarion definitely wouldn't be opposed to having more touches, words and memories shared with [name]. it would be simply wonderful. perfect even.

astarion knows he will remember the new memories of having felt the sweet, loving touch of another. for the next 200 years and beyond, he will remind himself of [name] and every moment they shared. they love that they had for eachother.

astarion is sure to remember.

☆ author's note: hope you guys enjoy my first bg3 fic! astarion is who i am currently romancing on my first try too. i'm looking forward to romancing wyll next, all of his scenes just seem so sweet. the dancing.. might write something about it. keep requesting too!

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☆ photographs

re4 ! leon kennedy x gn reader [they / them]

sypnosis: leon finds a box tucked away in his closet filled with polaroids of him and his first partner, [name]. (meant to be viewed as romantic / ex-lovers)

the lowercase is intentional !

- warnings: character death, zombies & other, typical resident evil stuff.

packing up for spain, leon happened to find a box in his closet. it was old, pushed away to the corner and pretty dusty. leon couldn't even guess what was inside of there. it just seemed so.. old and out of place.

curious, leon pulled the box out of the closet and he decided to open it. surely, nothing bad could be inside it. he's seen zombies and infected, and there was no way one of those things could fit in such a small box.

leon wiped off the top of the box to get some of the dust off of it. "memories of 1996-1998" leon murmured as he read what was written on the box in sharpie.

leon was confused, to say the least. he never remembered having such a box. but then again that was probably because it was tucked away, never to be seen again after he went away for government training.

of course, leon was curious. he thought that the box could do no harm, after all it did say it was just about memories. perhaps it was just random trinkets from those 6, 8 years ago. surely it was no harm.

the man cautiously opened the box, putting the lid of it to the side. immediately, he saw some polaroids and even a polaroid camera. there also seemed to be some sort of dog plush tucked away in the corner of the box.

leon couldn't remember any of the contents of the box. maybe it was due to all the trauma he faced in racoon city that made him forget? or was it the intense training he recieved that made him forget silly things like those inside the box?

soon enough, the contents of the box were emptied and littered across leon's bedroom floor. there were piles of polaroids now laying there, each telling a different story. leon had to take a closer look. he had to find out why this box was in his possession in the first place.

leon's eyes trace over each photo. they seemed to be either of himself, another person or himself and this mysterious person. some of the photos had captions and writings at the bottom, yet some others didn't.

leon's hand lingers over one specific photo. with a little bit of hesitation, he picks it up and scans its contents. he hopes to get some sort of recognition about what's going on inside the polaroid.

"first date. 17/09/1996." is what the caption on the photo reads. there's no significance to leon about the date yet, but there's some sort of familiarity about it lingering in the back of his mind.

two people are smiling in the photo, standing infront of what seemed like a movie theatre. leon was holding some popcorn in his hands, whilst the other person was holding some drinks. the polaroid was blurry, but there was a blush on leon's cheeks at the time the photo was taken.

leon smiled at himself. the photo was quite heartwarming and it helped him take his mind off the mission he was going to face soon.

yet, leon still couldn't remember the person in these photos. he hoped looking at a few more would jog his memory.

leon's fingers grazed over another photo. it happened to be photo taken from leon's birthday in 1997. the anxiety leon felt was rising, but he didn't know why. he still couldn't recognise the other person in the photo, but his stomach still churned as he looked at them.

leon is sat at a table in the picture. it's his 20th birthday and there's a cake infront of him with a candle reading his age. the person was leaning over to leon, giving the birthday boy a kiss on the cheek.

a sigh escaped from leon's lips as he smiled at the picture. he shook his head as he thought about the times before everything. the times before umbrella corp, the times before the zombies and the t-virus and the times before he became a cop.

leon still couldn't remember who his other person was. they were becoming more and more familiar but he couldn't put a name on them.

it was clear they were an important part of leon's life. or, well, leon's past life. when he was somewhat happier than he is now.

the way leon smiled in the photos, blushed, shared kisses or laughs with the other person.. leon started to miss it. he definitely had a blast those 6, 8 years ago, when his mind was still innocent and not tainted by the horrors that he saw.

leon decided to pick up another polaroid. this time, it was one just of the person. it happened to be that leon took this one of the person.

they were smiling at the camera, posing slightly and overall having a good time. leon couldn't help but smile back, imagining that he was also in the picture with them.

then, leon read the caption. it wasn't anything much, but it was a short and sweet caption.

"i love you, [name]." leon read from the polaroid. "17/09/1997". it seemed to be that the photo was from leon and [name]'s 1st year anniversary.

[name].. the name rung a bell in leon's mind. well, of course it did. it had to. the two dated for 2 years and leon is now pretty certain that [name] was his first partner.

but suddenly.. leon's face drops. he finally realises who [name] is, or really, what happened to them. he knew who [name] was anyway, but it seemed as if his mind was blocking off everything that happened to them because of the trauma leon had faced. but he remembered.

leon remembered the screams of agony, the pain, the copius amounts of blood he saw pouring out from them.

leon killed [name].

it wasn't his choice, really. it was more of a last wish from [name]. their last words.

"kill me, leon. save me from this torture. i don't want to turn you too." were the sobs that fell from [name]'s mouth as they pleaded for leon to shoot them.

how did leon forget about such a pivotal moment in his life? he had forgotten about his first love, his best friend, his everything.

"oh god.." leon mumbled to himself as he remembered everything. he scowered to clean everything up.

he realised why he didn't know this box existed in the first place. his mind purposely blocked everything out so it could save him from the memories and the pain.

[name] was infected, and leon was the only one around. leon had to shoot them to save himself, and he did.

leon knows he did the right thing, but it still hurts. he carries guilt and weight that was buried until now, having resurfaced due to some polaroids.

frantically, leon put all the photos back into the box before he put the box back into his closet. he wiped his face, not realising that a few tears had fallen during his trip down memory lane.

leon sighs and he closes his closet, turning away from it. he continues to put everything into his suitcase, ready to go to spain.

he hopes nothing bad will happen, but his hopes are too high. there was no way that rescuing the president's daughter in an area of spain where people have been going missing will go well...

at least leon has the memories of [name], even if he was trying to forget them and had successfully done so for years. but now he could think of the photos, and try not to think of the zombies and the guilt he had.

leon sighed, yet again. he got up and left his home. it was time for a new mission...

☆ author's note: hope you guys like this! i'm actually quite proud of this. decided to make it gn reader as the reader's pronouns and stuff aren't really mentioned so i thought why not let everyone read. please keep requests coming !

☆ masterlist ▪︎ request

megumi x male reader who's EXTREMELY clingy and flirty??? like someone can say 'wow [random stuff] is pretty' and he'll be like 'megumi's more' or '[random person]'s so smart' and reader answers with a 'not as much as megumi' ALWAYS RIGHT BY MEGUMI'S SIDE AND MAKING SUUUURE MEGUMI HEARD HIM???

and like- megumi probably thinks reader's teasing him so when he finally asks why reader does all of that he gets genuinely flustered at the way reader just '...?? 'cause i love you? thought it was obvious'

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☆ wasn't it obvious?

megumi fushiguro x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

the four first years were walking along the streets of tokyo on one of their regular shopping sprees. or, well, nobara's shopping spree. the three boys would just trail along with her to give advice or just simply carry the girls bags.

"oh, look at this!" nobara squealed, running off to a store front. she was pointing at a dress that definitely looked like it would suit her. it was a denim dress with a few buttons going down the front in a nice blue shade.

"it's pretty." [name] said, taking a closer look at the dress. he tilted his head slightly as he stared at the dress, as if deep in thought. "but not as pretty as megumi." [name] shrugged, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

this happened all the time.. and megumi would have no reaction whatsoever. no matter what [name] said in an attempt to flirt, or whatever he did, megumi simply did not react. of course, that was the case this time too.

megumi just stood casually outside of the shop with his arms crossed over his chest, almost as if he hadn't heard what [name] had said. nobara and yuji were giggling at how oblivious megumi was. poor megumi had grown so used to [name]'s antics that he didn't even bother listening to him or his attempts at flirting.

"you seriously have no reaction to what [name] just said?" itadori laughed, nudging megumi in the side as he smirked at him. itadori and nobara were clearly enjoying this as they kept laughing at [name] and megumi.

megumi shrugged, thinking it was just [name] teasing him as usual. he also thought itadori and nobara were in on it too, but they weren't. megumi didn't need to know that though. the ravenette just simply went about, continuing as he was before with his friends on the shopping trip.

"well, i'm going to get this dress anyway i don't care if it's not as pretty as megumi, i'm still going to buy it." nobara hummed, a wide smile spreading across her face before she walked inside the store. "smart thinking, kugisaki!" itadori called out before following the girl into the store, a grin also etched on his face.

[name] huffed and he rolled his eyes. "not as smart as how gumi thinks." he mumbles to himself, although it was loud enough for megumi to hear. it always was.

megumi just hummed and he stood besides [name], waiting for his friends to come out of the store. he looked at [name] briefly, trying to see what the other boys motives were behind all of this 'teasing'. the funny thing was that megumi was so oblivious. it wasn't teasing, it was just simply [name] trying to give megumi some hints which obviously weren't working.

megumi then cleared his throat and he shifted his whole body to face [name]. the ravenette's usual stern expression played on his face as he looked at his friend.

"[name]." megumi started before he sighed, not sure of how to continue this conversation forward. [name] was looking at him, and he was scared of what to say to him now. how was megumi meant to bring up the constant teasing without sounding rude? megumi didn't want to be rude to [name], but he was scared his words might end up sounding so in the end.

"why do you tease me so much?" megumi continued, practically mumbling his words which made it hard for [name] to hear. luckily, [name] always heard whatever megumi said, so he understood what the other boy said.

once megumi had asked that question, a small blush appeared on his face. he was definitely embarrassed asking such a question to his friend, a friend that he probably even considered his best friend.

[name] just chuckled, a small smile forming on his face as he looked at megumi. "me? teasing you? what do you mean?" the boy asked, genuinely curious why megumi thought that. [name] definitely didn't think he was teasing megumi, but it seemed that megumi thought differently.

"you're always saying i'm pretty.. or handsome or something.." megumi replied, his voice quiet as he continued to mumble his response to [name]. he was definitely embarrassed trying to confront [name] about this whole situation. "you always tease me."

[name] laughed yet again, finding it quite amusing how megumi was so flustered about everything and how he was so oblivious. yet, [name] thought it was so adorable.

"i don't tease you." [name] says, stepping slightly closer to megumi to try and give him a hint at what's going through his mind. of course, megumi was still sort of oblivious, but he was gradually becoming more and more flustered. was it hot, or was it just [name]?

"gumi.. i'm literally in love with you. i thought it was obvious?" [name] continued, still laughing at megumi's overly flustered reaction. oh how cute megumi looked when that flustered.. good thing itadori and nobara weren't there, otherwise they'd totally tease megumi. "i'm not teasing you.. i'm literally trying to flirt with you, but you're so oblivious." [name] hummed.

megumi suddenly stiffened and his eyes went wide. megumi couldn't believe what he had heard. [name] was in love with him of all people? there was no way. that was not possible at all! this was just [name] messing with him, right? right??

"gumi.. are you okay?" [name] asked, tilting his head as he inspected megumi with a concerned expression on his face. "gumi..?" [name] repeated, taking another step forward until the two boys were only less than an arms length away.

"you're in love me with me?" megumi finally broke, his mouth left hanging open as he finished speaking. he couldn't believe it. he refused to believe it. there was no way someone as sweet as [name] would ever like someone as cold as megumi. "are you serious?" megumi mumbled, his eyes staring off into the distance, away from [name]'s face.

[name] nodded, his concerened expression softening into a smile. "yes, i am. why would i not be?" [name] said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he cupped megumi's cheek. it was practically burning due to the amount of blood that had rushed to it.

megumi finally met [name]'s gaze. his mouth was still wide open, and he felt his throat going dry. he couldn't believe that all of this was happening right now, it was almost like a dream. a dream that seemed too good to be true.

"[name].." megumi croaked out before he gulped in hopes that his throat would become the opposite of dry. "i.. i think i love you too.." megumi continued, his eyes darting down to the floor as he was too shy and flustered from all of this attention.

"can i kiss you?" [name] asked, his voice slightly shaking as he was becoming nervous too. he hoped megumi would say yes and not reject him.. that would be embarrassing.

megumi's eyes met [name]'s again. the ravenette bit his lip and nodded. his heart was racing, it felt as if it was going to burst out of his chest. of course, megumi didn't want that though. he wanted to kiss megumi and not risk any incidents of his heart leaping out of his chest.

[name] then closed the minimal gap that was left between his and megumi's face, before they joined together in a kiss.

it felt magical, like it was something out of this world for the both of them. neither of them could believe that they were kissing eachother right now. they wouldn't of believed it, even after sleepness nights talking with eachother, subtle glances and 'teasing'.

yet, their fairytale moment was ruined by a loud "ew!" being heard from someone.

the culprit was none other than itadori yuji. he had come out of the store with nobara by his side and they witnessed all of the kissing. how embarrassing.

"oh i'm so telling gojo this! he'll love it!" nobara cackled, taking a quick photo of megumi and [name]'s flustered faces.

megumi groaned and he pulled away from [name]'s lips reluctantly. he hid his face by turning away, not wanting to be confronted by his friends who'd definitely pry and tease him about this.

the first years then started making their way back to jujutsu tech, talking about random things. or, well, teasing megumi and [name] about their public kiss.

whilst itadori and nobara laughed on the way back, [name] took ahold of megumi's hand as they walked. he then started to whisper in megumi's ear, making sure their friends couldn't hear.

"boyfriends?" [name] asked, looking at megumi with stars in his eyes. megumi nodded and he smiled at [name]. "boyfriends." megumi repeated, confirming the start of his and [name]'s relationship.

and of course, when the first years got back, nobara showed gojo the photos and megumi never heard the end of it.

☆ author's note: i hope you like this anon. i'm so sorry this took long to write, i've been quite busy which sucks 😪 i'll try keeping up with other requests and post them soon.

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