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Hello! May I request ghostface (preferably danny Johnson’s ghostie) with a punk! Male S/O who likes to start fist fights for fun but is actually really sweet! Thank you

A/n: Loving the Danny prompts you guys are coming up with. Also sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted I got a little carried away with this one.

Tw: Mentions of stalking, harassment, knives, obsession and cursing

Tonight was the night. Danny was going to do it. Danny Johnson had been stalking you for a while now. You’d met Danny by mere chance. But that once interaction had him hooked on you like a drug, leaving him wanting more.

Danny had first encountered you at the grocery store, nothing special really. Danny hadn’t exactly been paying attention to his surroundings as he should've, seeing as how there seemed to be even more people than usual. 

But Danny had been hyper focused on finding the last item on his grocery list, eager to get out from the overcrowded store in a hurry. Unfortunately that led to him turning around a little too quickly ending with him smacking in your chest, sending him flying to the ground and all of his grocery items with him.

Danny groaned, rubbing his head, until a shadow was cast over him grabbing his attention immediately. Danny's head snapped up to be greeted by a man about his age, a concerned expression gracing his features. 

Danny would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit intimidated by you if not a little intrigued as well. Your face was bandaged poorly, barely doing their job to hide the deep cuts littering your face.

Your knuckles had been bandaged up, but it didn’t hide the bruising on your hands. Not to mention the dried blood seeping through the white bandages. Danny’s trance was broken by one of your bruised hands being extended to him. 

“Are you okay? I’m really sorry about that.”

Danny could feel his face heat up at your words, not expecting this sort of kindness from a stranger.

Not to mention your voice, it was so smooth yet it held a velty roughness to it, mixing together to create the sweetest sound. Danny took hold of your hand savoring the feeling of your rough hands clasping his as you pulled him back up to his feet. Danny offered a smile 

“Nah you're fine.” Danny responded, ignoring the fact it was pretty much his fault. Danny crouched back down to collect his scattered items off the ground. 

“Oh! Here let me help you with that.” you exclaimed, quickly joining him on the dirty, stained floor clumsily picking up his items and placing them all back into his bag. Once you had finished picking everything up.

“Again I’m so sorry dude sometimes I just don’t notice stuff around me.” you offered a lopsided smile as you threw your arm back rubbing your neck awkwardly. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Danny assured, Danny's gaze shifted to the fridge door he was trying to get to in the first place. 

Danny’s smile flattered as he realized the case was empty. Now he was going to have to go home without any milk, which sure wouldn’t be that bad if cereal wasn’t the only thing he had for breakfast each day.

Danny eyebrows furrowed as a sour expression graced his features. He cursed softly underneath his breath, grabbing your attention. 

“What?” you asked, concerned in his sudden shift in mood. 

“Nothing, It’s just they don’t have the last item on my list anymore.” he muttered bitterly, counting to glare at the empty shelves. You followed his gaze, then suddenly it clicked. 

“Oh, you need milk?” you asked him, turning back around Danny shifted his attention back to you.  

“How did you know?” he asked, quivering an eyebrow. You didn’t respond, instead you began digging through your own bag, Danny watched you with curious eyes. His curious expression flattered as you pulled out a jug of milk handing it to him with a smile.

“Here! I don’t really need it anyways. I was trying to get one before I ran out, but I still have some at home.” you replied.

Danny opened his mouth to thank you but you interrupted him.

“Well it was nice talking to you but I have to go, bye!” you smiled waving to him before parting ways.

Well at least that’s what you thought. Danny wasn’t ready to part ways, just couldn’t get you out of his head even with such a small interaction he was craving more.

The kindness you showed him, your handsome features, your silky voice. He needed more of you. He just needed a little bit more, well that's what he thought at least. 

He decided it would just be for the day, he followed you around discreetly so as to not gain your attention, but close enough to where he could take all of you in.

But the more he watched you the harder he fell. And soon one day turned into a couple weeks and a couple weeks turned into a month. At this point he knew everything about you, your favorite color, favorite movie, your sleep schedule.

A month and he hadn’t interacted with you once, it was killing him! But that’s why he was here tonight.

He was finally going to repay your kindness. Perched in a tree on the left side of your house he got the perfect view into your house from the window below, that window also just so happened to show the phone sitting on the table on the other side of the glass. 

Danny quickly slid out his phone from one of his cloak pockets, dialing your number with the swift punch of a few buttons. He watched the phone in anticipation waiting for you to pick it up.

Danny felt a wave of joy sweep through his body as he watched your figure walk over to the table taking the phone of the receiver.

“Hello?”

Danny felt his stomach twist, a sickeningly sweet feeling filled his chest. 

“Hello?”

Danny responded back, mirroring your puzzled tone with a twist, his voice was gritty and low, in an almost sinister way. 

“Do I know you?” you accusingly as you lifted an eyebrow, your head turned to look at the clock hanging from your living room wall. Who could possibly want to call you at eleven-thirty at night.

You thought, looking away from your clock and back to the phone.

“No, but I know you.” he chuckled darkly “I know a lot about you.” he said his voice dropping an octave with the eerie reply.

You froze for a moment before your eyebrow furrowed together and a rush of anger took hold of you. 

“Fuck you, asshat.” you spat as you slammed down the receiver. Stomping into your kitchen out of Danny's sight. Danny grinned behind the mask. You were no pussy. Danny had to respect that. But could you survive an encounter with him face to face? He was about to find out.

Slipping out from his original hiding spot he scoped around your house sticking to the shadows as he crept around, until taking notice of the cracked bathroom window.

Hastily he used his knife to force open the window sliding into the room still completely undetected.

Danny pulled out his phone from his pocket once again. Dialing your number again he cracked open the bathroom door, a small creak escaping from the rusty hinges as he watched you. You walked back to the phone picking it up quickly. 

“Yes?” you asked your tone doing very little to hide the fact you were annoyed as hell. 

“Hello, again.” Danny taunted back. His voice shifted back to a more sinister tone, the grin on his face evident in his voice. 

“What the hell do you want?” you growled. 

Ghostface crept out from his hiding spot behind the door, now out in the light still without you knowing. He drew his knife from his pocket, raising it as he began slowly walking up behind you.

“I want you to turn around.” your eyes widened as your head snapped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash to see the masked man, knife raised at you.

He quickly lunged at you, sending you both to the ground. Danny straddled your torso, his thighs trapping you beneath him. You squirm underneath him trying to free at least one of your arms, so at least you’d still have a chance of running while you still could.

Your eyes widened in horror as you saw the metal knife in his gloved hand being raised once again. 

Your face scrunches up and your eyes clenched shut, not wanting to see whatever he was going to do to you.

You braced yourself for the feeling of the sharp metal blade piercing itself through the soft flesh of your stomach. You waited but the feeling never came instead you felt a gloved hand cup the side of your face. In such a soft way, as though you were made of glass, harsh movements would break you.

Confused, you opened your eyes to see the mask of your former attacker had been moved slightly just enough to where you could see his lips. Suddenly he moved closer to your face, his hot breath dancing down your neck.

Your breath hitched, as your face grew hot. Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours. You could feel your stomach twist up, this was wrong, but it felt so good. The feeling of his rough lips contrasting with your soft ones made your heart beat pick up. Slowly he parted from you breathlessly.

Without saying anything he quickly jumped off you. Walking over to the window closest to the two of you, opening it as if nothing had happened. He threw one of his legs over the stool of the window, now perched on the stool he turned to you grinning at you before sliding his mask back over his face.

“See you later, pretty boy.” he whispered in a teasing tone, before disappearing out the window. You sat there on the floor in awe before your face exploded into a dark shade of red. 

Silently hoping that he’d come back.

A/N: Woof this is long

“𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?”

This is of course part one I just wanted to post it for fun and am working on the rest of the story!! I will post the whole thing in one part once it’s fully finished!

DNI SHE/HER AND FEMALE READERS

Any she/her and female blogs will be blocked 😁

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Tuesday, December 23rd, 1845.

The roads were filled with cold cold snow that looked as soft as clouds and as white as paper while you were in your home reading a letter that came in not too long ago for you.

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

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𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗿’𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹

𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟰𝘁𝗵, 𝟭𝟴𝟰𝟱

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀:

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀:

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚃 𝟷𝟸 𝙾’ 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐘 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐗’𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

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As he put the letter down, he thought if he should go and get the chance to meet someone there.. maybe even someone he never thought he’d get the chance to meet. He reached his hand over to get the piece of paper again, scanning it twice before grabbing the envelope it came in to see it was delivered on the 16th. He muttered softly as he rose to place the two papers on his nightstand, then went to his closet to open the wooden doors and check to see if he had a suit suitable for a royal ball.

The sound of birds chirping could be heard out the window, and the sun was shining right onto F/N, making him cover himself with his white bedsheets, letting out a groan in complaint that it was too early to get up! even though it was 10 a.m. and he had to spend almost all day getting ready. He heard the church bells ring, telling the town it was 10 a.m., but he didn’t care until he looked at his closet. There was a very special black frock coat, along with black trousers and black shoes, that were sure to have him blend into the crowd since he always hated royal events but loved seeing the prince. He wished he could run his fingers through it, imagining it would feel as soft as silk and the same with his skin... just as perfect as the rest of the prince.

An hour after imagining himself with the prince, he got up, muttering complaints to himself while still getting ready to do things such as taking a bath and cleaning his body about five times till his skin almost seemed red. Once out of the bathtub, he wrapped a towel around his waist, letting drops of water slide down his body and the water in his hair drip onto the floor. For some reason, he never dried himself normally. He always dried his hair like some dog, just shaking his head to get all the water out, getting everything around him soaking wet as if rain had come through his roof. humming a tune and going to his closet, grabbing his clothing, removing his towel, putting it with the rest of his dirty things he needed to wash, he slipped on his white button down, taking his time with each button, thinking about why the king would want a winter ball since he hadn’t done one before! He hadn’t really had a ball in a while, but it was definitely before he adopted Kaeya Alberich. He grabbed his coat, sliding his arms through the hole, then went on with getting himself ready.

Diluc Ragnvinder hadn’t gotten himself ready yet since he wanted to help with some of the preparations and to avoid talking to his father since all he wanted to talk about lately was some woman he’d have to meet because he was going to be a future king and "needed a queen" to rule with. Diluc didn’t even know if he was interested in women. He started questioning himself when he went out to the town to get some sweets from the bakery because he had a sweet tooth that day. He ran into some guy with hair that made him look like he had gotten out of bed just a second before and clothes that made him look like he hadn’t been to a shop in ages, though he did make the clothes look nice.

Diluc stepped back, dusting himself off, then staring at the male, waiting for an apology since he was the one running. "Watch where the hell you’re going!" the H/C male said, cleaning the dust off his pants, then looking up to see the prince there, regretting his rude words. "Ah-I’m terribly sorry your highness!" "Are you alright?" He asked with worry in his tone and his hands together, begging for forgiveness. Diluc was already slightly annoyed by his rudeness. He let out a sigh and laid a hand on his waist, questioning how fast his attitude changed just from seeing it was him. "I’m fine, don’t worry, but are you alright?" "You were the one who fell onto the floor," the redhead said as she extended her hand to help him up. The other saw his hand and put his hand on top to hold onto it and push himself up, wiping off any rocks or dirt that were on the back of his pants. "I’m okay!" "I'm very sorry again, sir," he mumbled, looking up into his ruby-red eyes, then a leaf in his red hair caught his eye. "Let me get this for you," he chuckled, reaching up into his hair to grab the green leaf and tossing it to the side. The prince couldn’t help but stare at his face as if it was an art piece. "Look away," he repeatedly told himself in his mind before realizing the two were only a few inches apart, his face heating up from it, then taking two steps back, his back hitting the bakery wall, a small grunt coming out. "I should-... I should get going," he said, clearing his throat, quickly leaving so his pink cheeks weren’t seen his mind filled with the face of the man who he ran into but technically he had run into diluc.

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There will be a second part maybe soon 😩

NEEEEEED MY READERS OPINION ON THIS!!!!!

(THIS IS FOR MY FANFIC “May I have this dance?” )

“May I have this dance?“

Pt.2

Diluc x male reader

DNI FEMALE READERS (FEM IDENTIFYING READERS)

THIS IS A SHORT PART!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Swearing and terrible writing 😁

When the reader is on his way to the library and isn't paying attention, he runs into Diluc, who is on his way to the bakery for some sweets. After that day, Diluc can’t get the reader’s handsome face out of his mind and, since his father is hosting a winter masquerade ball for the first time, he makes it his goal to find the librarian, but is met with a sudden arranged marriage, ruining his chance to ever have a relationship..that is until he does find the librarian and the two meet for a dance out in the garden... and you’ll see what happens next!

The day of the masquerade ball had finally approached, and after helping all morning and noon with preparations, Diluc had time to get dressed, hoping maybe he’d get the chance to see the bed head he'd run into a few days ago. Masquerade balls were usually attended while wearing masks in the hopes that no one noticed who you were, but with his red hair, it would be difficult not to be recognized, making it less interesting. Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by one of the servants—

"Master Diluc, the Princess has arrived."

"Princess? Who and why?"

Your apologies for not being specific, sir—the Princess you’re going to marry." Your father wants to speak to you about tonight’s announcement as well.

I’ll be there right away, just give me a moment.."

Diluc finished putting on his black button-up with a sort of red vest (I don’t know the name) and making sure his clothes were alright while thinking about how and why the hell his father did this! So much for ‘I’m happy with whoever you choose to rule with’ bullshit. Walking down the silent halls with just the sound of his shoes echoing throughout, he tried to think of ways to escape meeting the woman. Jump out of a window and into a bush? No, the thorns would rip his clothing. Sneak out the door? No, the guards would see him. Oh, no! He should sneak through the garden! He (and the gardener) are the only people who go there. "Diluc

What’s taking you so long?

Crepus said from the open door just a few steps away, catching him before he could go through the back. "Dammit

..." he muttered, walking over the wooden door slamming shut behind him.

"It’s so nice to finally meet you, my prince." Jean Gunnhildr said, as she gave a curtsy in her beautiful blue and white dress. Back in

the village, the young librarian boy was out at a shop looking for any masks that would match his outfit. He was trying on some different ones that could match, like maybe a gold or a black or white, but none looked good. He slowly walked over to the owner, "Do you have any masks that have like royal blue and gold?" He asked with a warm smile, then, being led to one,

"This is the last one, I’m afraid."

"This one’s perfect, thank you."

He went over to a window where he could see his reflection and placed the mask on his face, tilting his head slightly up to keep it there and reaching behind his head to tie it, taking the trouble of avoiding getting some of his hair in the knot, then heading to the counter and placing his money down. "Thank you, have a good day," the happy (colored) male said softly, then walked out of the shop, attracting the attention of a few females. Hearing their whispers He thought to himself, brushing his hair back.

Soon, getting to his small home, he opened the door, going in and closing it behind him to see how much time he had left. "Alright, an hour." I should pass some time with reading, maybe? I already got my reading done at work! He went off to his office, sitting on his wooden chair in front of his wooden desk. "I can’t write in this darkness." he asked himself in a mutter, searching through his drawers, pulling out a small red box to open it and pull out a stick, doing what he did to get fire on it. He looked at it for a few seconds with his beautiful eyes, remembering how the prince made him feel like a spark or fire in his stomach because of how happy he was always near him, and reaching for the white candle, he placed the orange-ish red-ish fire near the tip of the candle to give it fire and light up a bit of the room enough for him to see his paper.

After a few minutes, he had the paper halfway finished, and it wasn’t just any plain ol' letter. It was a love letter, and it was to, you guessed it! The Prince!

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𝑀𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒,

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝐼 𝒶𝓂, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒’𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼’𝓂 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹. 𝒯𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈, 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 (𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒). 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃.

-(𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓈)

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(If you can’t read: My dearest prince,

You may not know who I am, but we’ve actually run into each other a few times, and even after I was a bit rude to you, you were very kind and probably nicer than you should be to someone who ran into you and blamed it on you. I’m attending the masquerade ball this evening, and I do hope I get the chance to meet you and maybe even get the chance to ask for your hand. To dance, that is, of course. I cannot give a very descriptive description of myself, but I will be wearing a sort of royal blue on my clothing and a blue and gold mask with my hair (any hair style). Your highness, I hope we can meet soon.

-(Whatever you want to sign it as.)

You fold it two or three times before sliding it into the envelope, sealing wax going onto it, and then put it into your bag and head off to the Ragnvinder hall, waiting for the sort of crowd of people to get into the doors that would have music heard through them.

PART TWO IS FINALLY FINISHED!!! IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG-

THIS IS THE OUTFITS FOR DILUC AND THE READER (Readers is the blue and diluc’s is the red ofc) I WILL MAKE ANOTHER PART AND TRY TI GET IT OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!!!

“𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?”

PART 3

Diluc x male reader

Basically librarian reader falls in love with prince diluc but diluc is forced to marry princess Jean and I don’t wanna spoil anything but soon in later parts it’s basically gonna be forbidden love in the 1800’s!

Warning: Cursing, terribly written story, he/him reader

Fem readers DNI

Authors note: so sorry I take so long!!! 😭 School sucks and I got tons of hw- did I end this story terribly? Yes but you’re very welcome. I’ll get part 4 out as soon as possible!!!!! I changed the pov so now I use the reader as “you”

The librarian, now dressed in your best clothing, arrived at the Ragnvindr Hall, seeing people get out of their carriages and walk through the open wooden doors where music made of violins, cellos, guitars, and pianos could be heard. You walked through the crowd, seeing some women look at you and whisper to others about how good looking you are. You were just wondering what fine man was under the mask, but not hearing those words, your overthinking took over your thoughts, so you rushed off to find a restroom. Is my hair a mess? Is there something on my clothing? Is my mask on wrong? ’ The thoughts rushed through your mind as you looked down at the ground, hoping to find the restroom. You found it, so you went over to it, reaching for the doorknob until it was opened from the inside and whoever was there ran into you. "Shit-if the door is closed, that obviously must mean someone would be in there," a deep sort of raspy voice said in an angry tone.

The h/c male stepped back, rubbing your head, "You bumped into me!" You muttered, looking up to see the prince, but you only knew him because of his very red hair, which was hard to mistake for anybody else. "Oh god, not again," you muttered under your breath, "I'm sorry sir." When you saw him look around, you took a quick second to reach into your pocket, pulling out a mint and shoving it into your mouth because you never know when you'll be able to kiss him tonight, and who wants to kiss someone who has bad breath? "You're the man I ran into the other day, right?" Diluc sighed, looking at you closely, realizing who you were. He asked, raising an eyebrow

"Yes,your highness...I was hoping you wouldn’t remember."

“Why is that?”

"I was rude"

"I liked it"

"what?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Alright then?" You cleared your throat with the two of you now standing in an awkward silence till a woman’s voice echoed through the corridor, "Diluc, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!" Jean Gunnhildr waved her hand as a hello, holding her teal dress up to walk easier and her blonde hair moving as well, sort of side to side in a ponytail with the ends curled. She definitely was a princess, and one you could never compete with. Diluc had been looking at you in a way that he was examining until Jean tapped his arm and he turned his attention to her. "Hm?" He hummed. "Well then, I’ll get going." You reached into your coat, pulling out the love letter and handing it to the redhead. "This is for you," you whispered, with a warm smile. He grabbed it, letting his fingers slide against yours, and slid it into his pocket. "I’ll read it as soon as possible."

“Well then, I’ll be going."

"So soon?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll still be around."

Diluc nodded as you walked away and looked at Jean, hearing her talk about something about his father and how he kept asking her to look for you so they could dance, though she knew he probably wouldn’t want to, so she told him she’d be near the band talking with others if he wanted to dance. She went off as well, leaving Diluc to either go find you or go dance with Jean to have his father be satisfied with tonight.

He found himself at the doors to the garden, seeing you sitting on the bench staring at the newly grown roses under the beautiful star filled night sky.. making sure he looked alright. He felt the letter in his pocket. "Should read this before I get to him." he told himself, opening the envelope, getting out the paper, unfolding it to then read every word you wrote about him. He didn’t know you very well, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t get to know you. He stuffed the paper back into his pocket, walking over to you to hear it humming. He sat beside you, hearing the humming suddenly stop. "I read it," he said quietly, tugging his lips into a smile, "you don't think I'm a creep now, do you?" "Not at all," he put his arm around you, letting his fingers mess with the collar of your shirt, "the only thing I think is that I’d like to get to know you". I'm a librarian. I'm a big fan of (whatever you want it to be), and I have a thing for very handsome men who also like to dance sometimes. You lifted your head up to look at him. "Well then," he hummed, looking up at the sky before getting up, having you sit up as he stood in front of you, holding his hand out. "I'm not a very good dancer, but I must ask, may I have this dance?"

You felt as if this was all a dream. You reached for his hand with a wide smile on your face and your cheeks warming up, but just as the tips of your fingers connected, a sudden ringing was heard, "Do you hear that?" You asked him, but it was as if he was frozen. More ringing like a bell... a morning bell "Diluc?" You stood up quickly, which turned into you sitting up in bed as quickly as your body would let you.

Requests?: OPEN!!

✰ 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 ✰

He/Him

Trans (FTM)

Nerd

Take forever to write stories (be ready if you request)

✰ 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 ✰

Corpse Bride

Stranger Things

Deadpool

Nightmare Before Christmas

Disney

New Girl

Moonknight

Divergent

Umbrella Academy

Batman

Mystic Messenger

Teen Titans Go

Devilman Crybaby

COD (Call of duty)

Spider-Man

✰ 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 ✰

Fem Reader

R@pe

Incest

Pedophila

Romance with child characters

Age gaps

Abuse

Sci-fi

✰ 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 ✰

Male Readers

Gn Readers

Transmasc Readers

Maybe I’ll write for female characters??

Mostly do MLM

Do requests as soon as possible

Slow burn

Victorian love

Forbidden love

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Anything super romantic 😍😍

This happening to anybody else? 😩😩💔

PLEASE. I NEED REQUESTS!!!!! IM SO BORED. IVE BEEN REWATCHING EVERY SHOW IVE EVER WATCHED. GIVE ME STEVE, EDDIE, MIKE, ROBIN (PLATONIC WITH A CAPITAL P), AND WILL REQUESTS PLEASE. EVEN SHIP REQUESTS WITH PROMPTS. ANY PROMPT OF YOUR CHOICE JUST PLEASE IM BEGGING IM ON MY KNEES.

eddie with a single dad boyfriend- i feel like he’d be great with kids :’) just him and the kid messing around and getting into trouble?

“Tell Me I'm Dreaming” 

Eddie Munson x Single Dad Reader

FEM-ALIGNED READERS DNI

I'm so sorry I kind of rushed this!! if you did want them as headcanons just request again so I can do it right!! Also thank you so much for the request I loved it!

You felt as if it was entirely possible to find somebody in Hawkins who loved you for you and didn't become uninterested the second they found out you had two kids at home with a babysitter. Over the years since you were 20 and had two kids with your ex-girlfriend, who just decided she wasn't ready and got up and left the kids with you while you stayed in this terrible town with terrible people. You definitely knew so since you had gone on dates with many women (even some who tried to convince you they were divorced) as well as guys who were closeted gays, because I mean, it's the fucking 80s! You have to do what you have to do to keep yourself safe.

You had planned a date with some guy from another town since you two met at a family video and had many favorite movies in common. You called your usual babysitter, but they seemed busy, so you did the next best thing and called Eddie Munson.

You and Eddie had met at one of his performances or concerts because, while his band was packing things up into his car, you went outside for some fresh air away from your weird date, and Eddie, being the sort of flirt he is when he sees someone as handsome as you, told Gareth to watch over his van while he walked over to the handsome, mysterious man near the dumpster. He dragged him and his sweaty, unkempt hair to you.

"Hello there," he said with a smile that went up to his eyes, and speaking of eyes, he had some you could definitely get lost in forever. He leaned against the wall next to you, laying his head against the cold bricks, honestly being really refreshing to him at the moment. "Hi?" you responded with an eyebrow raised in confusion and your hands stuffed in your pockets since that night in Hawkins was as cold as Antarctica, but you’d rather be frozen to death than go back inside with your date. He looked at your shivering figure, wondering if you were cold, why you were even outside. He exhaled as he looked back at his van, which was now full of his band members and their equipment, and looked back at you. Why aren't you enjoying the other bands? I know, I know they won't be as good as mine, but it's cold, and inside is warm, in case you didn't know, "he chuckled, crossing his arms.

"Oh, I know."

"Then why be outside where you’re shivering?"

"Trying to avoid my date

He couldn't help but laugh and feel embarrassed for the guy inside who lost his chance with you. "Me and my band are on our way out already." Need a ride? " He asked, which sounded like a miracle if you’ve ever heard one. You nodded, "God yes. please!" You laughed as he pointed his hand to his van and you ran over, then, seeing the passenger seat had already been occupied, "ah-- should I get in the back?" You turned to Eddie, who was walking over the "back?" "No, no, of course not," he scoffed, going to the passenger side and opening the door for Gareth, who took the seat for himself. "Go to the back, we have a guest," he said, to which the male in the seat hopped into the back with a bit of annoyance, and you got in, putting your seat belt on. "Make sure it's on tight, handsome." "

That’s how the two of you met, and being how you were, you didn't mention your kids until a while after hanging out, and after that, you mentioned them every time, so it caught Eddie's attention and he asked to meet the little angels you helped make, so you gave him your address and soon enough when he didn't have hellfire or corroded coffin practices or performances, he drove his van to your house, parking in the driveway then getting out with his keys. Making his way to your door with your neighbor, who was watering their plants, now staring at the metalhead knocking at your door.

The door opened, but nobody was there. "Hello!" a high-squeaky voice said, so he looked down to see a girl who he guessed was your daughter [D/N]. He smiled, "Hey!" he said with a wave, to which your daughter answered, "Are you my dad’s friend?" He said, "You have crazy hair," she said, looking at his hair with wide eyes. You picked her up and set her aside. "You go draw with your brother," you said to her, leaving. Then you looked at Eddie. "Sorry about that," you said with a sigh. Eddie shook his head, "It's alright, don't worry." Now that I have seen D/N, where is S/N? He put his hands together behind his back when you moved out of the way to let him in. "Thank you," he whispered, walking past you. He walked past the kitchen, which was filled with the scent of food cooking on the stove.

"Watsa making?"

"Just some mac and cheese with garlic bread since I need to go grocery shopping."

"Yum"

After that day, he came around by invitation most of the time for dinner, mostly since Wayne was never home at dinnertime and had left for work. Eddie always hung out with the kids and you were surprised at how well he was with children and especially your son (the wild child). While you did the most important things (cook and clean), Eddie took care of the kids and even offered to teach D/N guitar, so she now has free guitar lessons from the best guitarist in all of Indiana. He started taking care of them while he encouraged you to find someone you loved and who loved you, so you went on what felt like a million dates, but they all sucked (as sort of said in the beginning).

Now back to where we were. Eddie was called over, asking to babysit, to which he said yes, and now he was here with his guitar and a box of cassette tapes. He came in while you walked out. "I'll come back at maybe 9 alright? "you said with the voice he thought was always as sweet as honey—shit was he distracted?" He shook his head and looked at you “uh yeah yeah 9 got it”. He nodded, then closed the door behind you and went to play some music. The kids were very interested in listening to him play guitar and he taught them a few chords. All on his mind was making sure he got these kids to bed by 8 and wondering if you were having any fun on the date.

While you were at a restaurant at 8:56 pm., alone because your date went to the restroom and said he’d be back soon. That was at 8:24. You paid for the meal and grabbed your coat, slipping it over your shoulders as you made your way home, seeing the lights were off, assuming the three musketeers were asleep. You unlocked the front door and then opened it to hear "INTRUDER!" You thought someone was behind you, so you went more into the house but instead got hit in the face with a pillow falling to the floor. "You idiot! It's dad!" you heard the two kids arguing, then another voice you recognized calming them down. You sat up, seeing Eddies turn on the lights and the kids with their hair as messy as their faces as if they were fighting someone. You looked at them confused then at Eddie with a look that could scare a horror movie character! "Uh oh…captain Eddie is in trouble," your daughter said when you got up. Eddie slowly shrugged, "I swear it was seven just two minutes ago and the kids were in bed!" He laughed nervously and was scared. You walked over to him, taking a deep breath. "You are going to clean every inch of this house and hope my kids go to sleep," you whispered with your hand on his shoulder, your nails digging through his sleeve and skin. "Yes sir," he said, walking away.

An hour or two later, your kids were out to sleep and Eddie was cleaning up near the couch you were seated on. He sat next to you with a groan of complaint and stared at you till you turned your head towards him. "You’re off the hook, for now, Munson, but just know if this happens again you will not be able to play guitar anymore."

"You’re bluffing," he said with wide eyes.

"Am I Edward? Am I really? " You grinned.

"Am I allowed to apologize with a... kiss?"

You were almost six years older than him, with two kids. Did he really want to? Maybe he was the one bluffing. It seemed your body moved on its own from how you didn't even notice you were nodding to his question. The metalhead leaned in till his lips were against yours. His lips were chapped, but you didn't mind, especially since it was the first kiss you had had since you were twenty years old. Your eyes shut and you kissed back, sliding your hand up his arm and into his hair, making the kiss slightly deeper by having him let out a small hum into your mouth. You pulled away, looking at his face that always seemed like it would be in an art museum somewhere. "Tell me I'm dreaming," you said against his lips that were chapped but definitely tasted as sweet as candy. "I'm 100% real," he whispered back.

"Are you sure you want to be with me, Eddie?"

"Where else would I want to be? Life couldn't get any better if it tried."

From then on, you two dated, keeping it from the kids until you both knew you were serious. He continued to get in trouble with the kids by making messes in the living room by throwing pillows at them..and breaking televisions.. also messing up pretty much every room in the house at least five times, but he always after like it was a fantasy story where the brave knight (himself, of course) had to face the evil dragon (of course you) to protect the villagers( the kids). He always made an excuse or promised to make it up to you.

"Our crazy brains just left and we got out of control!" he said which caused your son to start laughing till his stomach hurt

"I'll rent [movie name] again if we don't get in trouble"

Yes, still being the kids' parents, you all had talks and did your best and, if I must be honest, not only was Eddie good at guitar, but he was even better with families.

I'm so so soooo sorry this whole this is rushed and messed up!!

"It Was A Little Mistake"

Part 2 of: “It Was A Little Mistake”

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst-fluff, Happy couple, kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing 

Word Count: 1,796 words 9,298 characters

Summary/Request: Bro I loved You're story “it was a little mistake” I was wondering if you could do a second version where Eddie keeps sending the reader letters and letters until the reader finally decides to go the the hellfire club but this is just request if you don't like it you can just ignore it have a nice day or night btw I was literally love you're story's 💕

Eddie was a mess. You saw it. So did everyone else. His hair was much messier, he had eyebags, and dark ones at that, and his style was all over the place too. He usually wears his Hellfire Club shirt with a leather or jean jacket along with ripped jeans or jeans with chains. You loved his style! You loved how outgoing he was sometimes, but once you tried to dress how you liked and were told you looked like a tornado had happened around you, so you stuck to ordinary clothing people saw you in. Eddie was the only person who let you actually be yourself around him and wouldn't call you weird or give you uncomfortable looks. In fact, he matched your energy.

It was Monday and you had just gotten to the school, making your way to your locker, though your eyes were scanning every inch around you for Eddie Munson. Yea, you hated him and never wanted to speak a word to him, but what? You could care about him. You let out a sigh, not seeing him anywhere or his van anywhere outside. You unlocked your locker and opened it to see a letter fall to your feet. A while ago you received a shit ton of letters like you could fill a show box with them, but then they stopped. Now they’re back and it made you feel your cheeks heating up. At first, confusion ran through your body as you leaned down to pick it up and looked at the envelope to see no name or anything. You grabbed whatever book you needed, putting all your other things away and the envelope into your pocket. You walked to your class, dropped your belongings, and sat in the back row.

Getting bored of listening to math, you reached into your back pocket, got the envelope out and brought it in front of you. After a few seconds, you hesitantly opened it, quietly and slowly. You take out the paper from inside, pull it out, unfold it, and see... messy writing. You could barely read (I refuse to believe Eddie Munson would have neat handwriting). ‘I'm sorry [your name]. I really am. I wish I could take everything back. I swear :( come to Hellfire tonight and I'll make it up to you. I just want to see you. Please’ were the words that you read. Eddie didn't sign it, but you knew it was from him. You wanted to smile at the fact he hadn't given up trying to get you back since it made your heart flutter, but the thing was you were still mad at him and he was just a few seats away from you. You slowly turned your head to his seat to see him staring at you, but once you two made eye contact, he looked away, trying to act natural. You let out a sigh and crumbled up the paper, looked at the trash can in the back of the class, and tossed the paper into it (giving very much basketball pro)

You couldn't see the sadness on Eddie's face. But seeing the paper being thrown into the trash can broke his heart. Shattered. His heart shattered into a million pieces. He turned away, so you didn't see his hurt face filled with regret that he even tried to make it up to you. It's almost been a year. Why was he still trying? The sound of the bell ringing could be heard around the school. Students got up and left, as well as you and Eddie did, going your own ways.

Neither of you tried to talk to the other or even look at the other... or that’s what you each thought. Eddie had been stealing little glances at you and you did the same, but you thought the other never looked at the other (because you guys are stupid/j).

Eddie couldn't stand you not being by his side. Whenever he was driving home, he imagined you were sitting in the passenger seat, humming along to the music playing on the radio. If you were wondering, he did skip the 7th and 8th periods. But he left you a little something.

After many classes and what felt like an eternity, school ended and you started walking to your car to see another note. "What the hell, Munson?" you mumbled under your breath, then took the paper out of the windshield wipers and unfolded it, reading it to just see

‘HELLFIRE CLUB MEETING

4:00 PM

P.S: Please come.’

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not laughing at it but laughing from wondering how many letters he was going to give you.

You shoved the paper into your pocket and got into your car, putting the key in and turning the car on, reaching into your glove box to pull out a cassette and put it in to play, White Room by Cream. You drove off school property as the music filled your ears and your elbow out the window that was blowing air into the car and messing up your hair. You tapped the wheel to the beat and opened your mouth to sing a bit of the lyrics.

"I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines.

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station. "

You leaned your head back, keeping your eyes on the road.

As I walked out, I felt my own need, just beginning.

After playing the song two times, you slowed down to park in your driveway and grab your things from the passenger seat, getting out the keys before getting out. You walked into your house and saw that your parent(s) were nowhere to be found, so you went to your room, threw your belongings on the floor, and then heard your phone ring. You walked over to your bed and sat down. You picked the phone up and brought it to your ear. "[last name] residence," he said as he messed with the cord. It was Mike Wheeler? ‘[first and last name?]', the freshman's voice said, "Uhm..yeah." You responded, hearing him sigh in relief, "Thank god you answered! Look, you need to forgive Eddie because he’s completely out of it. Like, it's so bad he gave us a sort of peek of the campaign and even worse is that it sounds nothing like how Eddie would do it! " Mike basically yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear a bit.

"I'm sorry Mike, but I can't just forgive him like he did nothing."

“Well, fix him or something! He needs fixing!" He yelled one last time before hanging up.

"Geez, when did he become an asshole?" you asked yourself, putting your phone back then laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about what he had said. Was Eddie really that torn over everything? I mean, you were the one who had gotten heartbroken, the one who was shit talked about. You were the one who should've been sad and completely weird! You wondered why Eddie cared so much. He didn't like you. He said so himself! Eddie liked people who gave him space. Is that why he won't get away from you? 

You didn't go to hellfire that night, but Eddie tried again the next week, and the next, and the next, and the one after that, then the next after the next, and the other after that. So on and so on till you gave up and threw away all the letters, grabbing your coat, cruising under your breath, wanting to choke Eddie for so many letters. You didn't hate him 100% but didn't fully love how he was flooding your locker and had people staring at every envelope that fell out when you opened it. You went to Hawkins High and burst through the doors to rush to the hellfire room, kicking the door open, "Eddie. I swear to fucking God if I get one more letter I will-" You got interrupted by the fact that the club wasn't there. Only Eddie and a table with a cloth on it full of roses and takeout food. "Henderson saw you kind of mad at the letters today, so I thought you’d come..and I was right." he chuckled

"What is all this?"

"Our date"

"Our what?"

"Date! To make up for your 20 dollars and to make up for being an asshole "

Your stomach was filled with butterflies flying all around, making you feel happy, your cheeks were heating up; and you were getting nervous. Did he really want this or was it just a joke? He went to the seat you were closer to and pulled it out. "Do you want to have this date?" he asked, making you freeze up. Your mouth moved faster than your mind, blurting out a "yes" and moving to the chair to sit down with Eddie pushing it in for you to hear a small thank you. He sat down in his own chair. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am [your name]. I didn't mean anything I said. I swear it just came out like word vomit and I didn't want it to come out because none of it was true and I didn't want to say any of it! " He said, as you had already started eating your food. You didn't want to forgive him, but now that you think about it, everything he did in almost a year did make up for it..sort of. He gave you 215 letters asking for forgiveness and gave you a few gifts. "I forgive you," you said with a slight smile. You swear you felt better after forgiving him.

The two of you talked happily for almost four hours about how you were during the time you guys didn't talk and how much you missed each other, and after your date, you two left the school and you finally realized. You walked here. Ran. You asked Eddie for a ride, and he laughed at the fact that you were so mad. You ran all the way here, then the two of you got into his van and he drove you home. You leaned over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "You are the most romantic guy I've ever met, Eddie Munson," you said, with your lips against his cheek. He put his hand on your cheek when you pulled away and pulled you into a passionate, sweet kiss. You didn't waste a second kissing back. Was he wearing strawberry chapstick? You pulled away with a smile.

"Goodnight [your name]."

"Goodnight Edward Munson"

Authors Note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR SO MANY FOLLOWERS AND REBLOGS AND EVERYTHING!!!!

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Fighting the urge to make an Eddie x male reader

BUT AS 10 THINGS I HATE ABT YOU

Me when I look up Alejandro Vargas x male reader AND THERES EVERY CHARACTER BUT ALEJANDRO 💔

REQUESTS PLZZZZ🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 IVE BEEN WATCHING CUTE SCENARIOS ON TIKTOK AND WANNA MAKE SUMMMM😍

I am BEGGING fanfic writers to please write for dom male readers

Hellooo! My names Ellayain, and I’m trying out some writing! Here’s a little more about me! Im a minor (not revealing my age!) and my birthdays on April 25! I’m a Taurus and my personality is ISTP! And I’m a Filipino! English isn’t my first language:3 I’m genderfluid!

Here are my RULES:

Please prevent requesting me smut/lemon, I am not comfortable with it.

I don’t do dead dove, inc3st, r@p3, anything that’s problematic or is controversial.

And the things I’ll do is:

Canon x Canon

Canon x Oc

Canon x Reader

And I’ll also do GN!reader, M!reader, F!reader. But be more expected to

M!reader

FANDOMS!

Twisted Wonderland

Dead Plate

One Piece

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Obey me shall we date?

Blue Lock

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Danganronpa

Hazbin Hotel

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2/3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Alice in Borderland

Creepypasta

Haikyuu

And that is all! Request are allowed:)🫶

The Dinner

Characters: Poly! Grian x GTWS x Mumbo x M! Reader

Warnings: slight angst, kinda betrayal?, unaccepting family

Words: 2217

Prompt: N/A

I posted this on AO3 about a week ago and I thought i had posted it here too, but apparently I hadn't lol sorry!!

It was supposed to be easy to distance himself. Nothing was supposed to get through the encryptions and nothing was supposed to be able to get even close to his house. However, the letter made it into his hands. The letter seared itself into his brain as he thought about it all day and all night. For two days, he thought about the letter, memorizing every bit of it so he could think about what he would do.

It was a short letter, one containing only an invitation to dinner. Normally, one would feel delighted to get an invitation from one’s mother to attend a family dinner. However, Y/N felt nothing but dread. He would have been fine if his mother didn’t add the sneaky little thing she had.

Bring your girlfriend. I’ve heard you've gotten quite serious. The letter reads. That part is what got him. That’s the part that has him staying up all night. It wasn’t like she was wrong, he was in a very serious relationship. But he was not dating a woman. Nor was he dating just one person. No, he just had to be difficult for his mother and date three men.

He was conflicted. At one end, he wanted to go and introduce his family to his partners and his partners to his family, but at the same time, he knew the response he would get from his family. It would be anger and disappointment, maybe even hatred. He didn’t know if he could take a reaction like that. 

A knock shocked him from his thoughts. It was late, the darkness outside of his window told him that. He hesitated before going to open the door, hoping it wasn’t a zombie. It was a zombie, just not the one he was hoping it wasn’t. The door opened slowly to reveal the exhausted, yet caring, face of his neighbor. 

“What are you doing up so late, babes?” Cleo asked. He could hear the exhaustion in her words. “I saw your light was on and came to check on ya.”

He frowned, “Me? Why are you up so late?”

“Oi, I asked first.”

He didn’t laugh. In fact, his eyes burned from tears. None fell, but he knew they were there. “I can’t sleep. Not a crime, is it?”

Cleo’s expression softened and she gestured to the door. He nodded and she entered the building, closing the door behind her. The pair walked to the kitchen, where they sat at the island together. “What’s going on, babes? Do you need to talk?”

His mind was a mess. Did he want to talk? What would he talk about? The fact that his family expected him to bring his nonexistent girlfriend to dinner? His nonexistent girlfriend. The words echoed in his mind for a second before he stared at Cleo. 

“Cleo, will you be my girlfriend?”

Cleo’s eyes widened and she coughed, choking on air. “I- uh- What?!” She steadies herself quickly. “Mate, I know we’re close and all, but I don’t think your boyfriends would appreciate that very much.” He groans, placing his head in his arms. “What’s going on? Why’re you asking me something like that?”

“My mom invited me to dinner.”

Her eyebrows rose slightly, “Okay, that’s great.”

“She wants me to bring my girlfriend.”

Her expression shifted slightly, “Okay, less great. You haven’t come out to her?”

He shook his head, “No, well kind-of? I told her I was interested in boys, back when I was identifying as a bisexual, but I never told her I was gay. Or poly.” He frowned, “Even as a bisexual, she didn’t really accept me. She was always saying that she expected me to be with a girl regardless. She doesn’t really accept, I suppose.” He sighed, “I don’t want her to lash out at me or at them.” He said, referring to his boyfriends.

Cleo was quiet for a moment before she moved to cover his hand with her own. “Babes, I think you just have to talk to them about it. You know them, Grian, Mumbo, and Scar. You know they would figure it out. You should just talk to them.”

He sighed, “You’re right I know them. I know they’d want to go to dinner regardless. Just to see if she would accept it. But I know she won’t. I can’t say no to them, Cleo.”

Cleo smiled, “They’ll understand. I know they will. Just talk with them. Please? If you still want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, and your boys are okay with that, then I will gladly be your girlfriend. Deal?”

He hesitated before nodding, “Deal.”

The next morning, he woke up to hushed whispers surrounding him. 

“Aww, look at ‘im. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.” 

“That he is.”

“Move out the way, you’re blocking my view of him!”

“Scar! Shush! You’re gonna wake him up!”

His eyes fluttered open, coming to view his adorable boyfriends. He noticed the positions they were in. Grian was perched above him on his bed’s headboard, Scar was leaning onto his fists at the end of the footboard, and Mumbo was sitting awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

Grian noticed his eyes had opened and whined, “Aww, you guys woke him up!”

Mambo scoffed, “I believe you mean you and Scar woke him up.” He smiled at his boyfriend.

Y/N’s mouth fitted into a grin, “Hey.” His voice was scratchy with sleep and Mumbo’s ears flushed. 

“Hey, pumpkin.” Scar grinned, moving to lay beside him in bed. “What were you dreamin’ about?”

He thought back to his dreams. It was a nightmare, actually. About how that dinner would go if he brought his partners. His real partners. “Uh, dreamt about y’all actually.” It wasn’t totally a lie.

Scar dramatically placed a hand over his heart, “Oh, how amazin’. I love it when you dream of us.”

Grian rolled his eyes, “You’re so dramatic!” 

“You love it.” 

Mumbo watched quietly before laying down to the right of his newly-awoken boyfriend. “Hey.” He mumbled as the other two talked together.

Y/N turned and grinned at his boyfriend, pressing his lips to his cheeks lightly, “Morning, my love.” 

Mumbo chuckled lightly, “Stop, you’re tickling me.” He laughed softly before his eyes focused on him again. “I got a message this morning. From Cleo.” He said quietly. “She said you had something important to talk to us about. I haven't mentioned it to the other two yet, though.”

A frown quickly replaced his calm smile. He sat up and sighed, “Oh, okay.” He hoisted himself out of bed, quickly getting ready for the day.

As he did so, Scar and Grian looked at him confused. Grian glanced at Mumbo, “Did we miss something? What happened?”

Mumbo sighed and shook his head, “Nothing yet.” 

Scar huffed, “Now wait one second, are you two hiding something from us?” He narrowed his eyes at Mumbo, who averted his gaze. He gasped, “You are! What is it?”

Grian’s feathers ruffled, “What do you mean, hiding something? Are you two keeping a secret?”

Y/N shook his head, “No, nothing. I just need to talk to you guys later.” He glanced at Mumbo with a reassuring smile, “Later, though. Not now.”

The three shared a glance of worry before nodding, “Okay.” They said simultaneously. He smiled, opening the door as he finished pulling his shirt on.

“Okay, come on, let's go make some breakfast.” The three hurried over, scrambling over to the kitchen, pushing each other as they went. He chuckled at his lovers, smiling to himself before he remembered the letter. He glanced to his bedroom, where the letter sat beside his bed. His name was called and he hurried to meet up with his loves.

Throughout the day, he tried to think of ways to talk about it with them. He really did try! It wasn’t like he was avoiding the entire thing and ignored the pointed looks Cleo gave him when he passed by. By the time the sun was setting, he still had yet to say anything.

While he was ignoring the issue, his boyfriends noticed something was wrong with him. He was acting weird and they knew something was up. While he was in the restroom, they talked about it.

“Well, Cleo said he had something he needed to talk to us about.” Mumbo muttered, twisting his mustache.

Grian hummed, “Maybe he got some bad news?”

Mumbo shrugged, “She didn’t tell me what it was about. Only that he wanted to talk.”

“Do you think he wants to break up with us?” 

The two turned to stare at Scar, an absurd look on their face. “What? No- I can’t imagine that's it.” Grian said with a final shake of his head. “Are you worried about that, love?” 

Scar nodded, “No, no, you're right. Sorry. I just don’t know what else it could be.”

“I think we ask him when he comes back.” Mumbo suggested. The other two nodded and they waited patiently for their boyfriend to return.

When he eventually made his way back into the living room, he noticed the slight tension in the room. “Uh, are you okay, my loves?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing. 

“We should be asking you that question.” Grian said, urging Y/N into a seat. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting off all day.”

“And about what Cleo said-”

Y/N sighed, “Why did they have to bring that up?” He groaned quietly before rubbing his eyes lightly. “Okay, fine. I was invited to bring my girlfriend to family dinner.” 

The trio in front of him were quiet for a second before Scar interrupted. “Hmm, okay, see, I think I misheard you. Because I thought you said bring your girlfriend.” He laughed until he realized nobody joined him and paused. “I didn’t mishear, did I?”

Y/N shook his head. “I haven’t come out to my family, especially my mother.” He hesitated before continuing, “I asked Cleo last night to pretend to be my girlfriend for the dinner.” His boyfriends were quiet again, but he noticed how they slouched. “She declined and told me I should talk to you guys about it. I guess- I was just nervous. My mother has been my role model for years. I tried to come out as bi to her before I realized I was gay and she basically said she wouldn’t accept anyone other than a girl as my partner. I don’t think she’ll react well to me being in a serious relationship with three boys.”

Grian decided to speak up. “You asked Cleo to be your girlfriend instead of just talking to us?”

He closed his eyes tightly, “Yes. It was stupid. I’m so sorry. I panicked and I didn’t know what else to do. I love my mom, and I couldn’t stand her not accepting me or my partners.”

They were quiet again. Nobody spoke for minutes. Tension rose and Y/N could feel his throat getting tighter and his eyes burning. He kept his eyes closed, counting silently to keep his panic attack at bay.

“You could have just talked to us, y’know?” Scar eventually said. “We love you. We don’t want you to miss out on your family.” He glanced towards his boyfriends. “We care about you. So much.”

Mumbo nodded softly, “Yeah. We do. Uhm, if you really want to bring Cleo as your faux girlfriend, I won’t be upset. I understand how much your mom means to you.”

It took a little bit for Grian to speak. He curled himself into his wings, “I love you. I don’t want you thinking we won’t accept your decisions. If you want to go with her, fine.”

He stared at them with an absurd expression, “What? No! You guys are supposed to be mad at me. Why aren’t you mad at me?”

“Because we care about you.” Scar repeated. “We understand that you’re under a lot of stress. We know you love us. Mistakes happen. It's okay.” He paused before trying to lighten the mood, “But, y’know, Grian can play a mean girl if you wanted.” 

He laughed, wiping his eyes. “You guys- You are so amazing. I love you.” He pressed his lips to Scar’s. Before kissing Grian and Mumbo in a similar fashion. “I- I want my mom to know who I am seeing.” He mumbles. “I don’t want to lie to her.” They stayed quiet as they waited for him to finish. “I- I guess I’ll have to live with whatever she decides to say. Will you go with me, my loves?”

“Of course.” Mumbo said, taking his hand and pressing his lips to his knuckles. 

Scar grinned, “Can’t leave my prince all alone there, huh?”

Grian hesitated before nodding, “Yeah, yeah, of course, love.” 

Y/N grinned, pulling the three into a huge hug. “I love you guys so much. So much more than anything in the world. Thank you for being patient and for loving me.”

“Ah, well, we couldn’t really help that last part. It just kinda happened.” Scar jested, poking fun at the situation. All of them laughed before they decided to head to bed, cuddling throughout the night and talking about the dinner that awaited them.

Real!! It makes me annoyed as a trans man because I'm finally so thrilled to read something that's masc! reader only for it to say she and it makes me feel self-conscious surprisingly enough. Please, re-read or, even, don't tag as gn or masc if you want a fem reader!

I get so disappointed when writers tag their post as (insert fandom) x male reader and at some point refer to the reader as 'girlfriend' or somehow make it obvious that the reader is supposed to be female. Also marking a certain writing of theirs as 'gender neutral' in their master list and then referring to the reader as 'she' is just as discouraging.

Please don't do that loves!! It's not that hard to re-read your stuff to make sure it's gender neutral if you actually want to tag it as one.

My Husband

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Husband! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: cursing, death of a loved one (kinda? not really), betrayal, angst

Word Count:

part two

a/n: another upload from my old account

He had always wanted to grow old with him. It hits him now that it will never happen. His husband is gone. The letter was hard to read through his tears, but he was able to make out the main consensus. Loki was dead.

Perhaps he was supposed to cry and scream for him, for the pain he felt. He was always one for the dramatics. But at this moment, he had no strength at all. His clothes pillowed beneath him as he sank to his knees, holding a hand to his mouth. No sounds came out, but he was worried they would. His eyes flickered between the words on the paper. It seemed his manner of death was written, but he was not about to read that. He wasn’t able to.

He was alone now. He had run away from his lands because his parents wouldn't dare let the prince marry the adopted son of Odin. But his love ran deep for him, so off he ran. He was no longer welcome in his old home. At the same time, the people of Odin never liked Loki very much. He was seen as a tyrant, one with little power, but a tyrant nonetheless. With these opinions, most didn’t respect Y/N much either. 

Being alone never worried him before, when he knew his husband was alive and safe, or as safe as he could get. As alone as he was, he was never truly alone. But now the word seemed to echo in his mind. He felt sick. Why did his husband have to die? Why did Loki have to die?

Within the next week, he couldn't stand the stares and glares from the people around the castle. He needed to find Thor, the only one who was truly happy for the married couple. And he knew exactly where he was. He needed him to hold him and tell him what to do. He needed to not be alone anymore.

With a cloak wrapped around him, he sneaked from the castle. His steps were well-thought and quiet as he made his way to the Bifrost. His eyes scanned the roads for any people out at this hour. As late as it was, people always walked the square. Surprisingly, he made it to the Observatory without hassle. His fist knocked upon the door to Heimdall’s bedroom. A loud bang was heard, but the door opened. He squinted from the new source of light.

“Heimdall? Are you alright?” His hand, which was previously nursing his head, paused and he looked up from the ground.

“Lord? What are you doing up at this hour? And why are you here?” Whilst they hadn’t spoken in a few years (since the wedding), Heimdall knew exactly who was at his door.

His eyes met his, “Heimdall, hello. I fear you know why I’m here.”

His gaze trailed to the Bifrost. “Why?” was all he said.

“I need to see Thor.”

He paused, “Lord… I cannot send you where Thor is.”

He glared, taking a deep breath, “Why not? My husband is dead. I need to see my brother-in-law.”

“I sympathize, but Thor has given me orders-” The violent look in his eyes almost made him pause, but he continued, “- to not let anyone from Asgard to Earth. He says it's for your protection.”

“For my protection? To hell with my protection! Do you think I care what happens to me at this point? If you don’t let me through, Heimdall, I will not forgive you.”

“Lord-”

“Don’t. You should know why this is important to me. Was this order of Thor’s given before or after Loki’s death?”

Heimdall sighed, “Before.”

“Then I think the situation has advanced, don’t you think?”

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, gesturing for him to follow. 

The landing wasn’t as smooth as he imagined it being. His body was flung into the ground, hard enough to cause an indention in the asphalt he laid upon. He groaned, hoisting himself to his feet. He glanced around, remembering the instructions Heimdall had given him. 

“You’ll be dropped off in a place called New Mexico. You need to get to a place called New York.”

“Why are they all called New? Were the previous ones destroyed?”

“No, they just have stupid names. Anyway, you should be able to find a vehicle to drive you. Just look on the black road and wave to a yellow car. Then tell the driver to take you to New York. Offer him this.” He handed him a handful of paper. “It's the currency in this section of Earth. The distance will be far, but you’ll get there before it is morning.”

His eyes scanned the road, looking for one of the yellow cars Heimdall had told him about. One caught his eye and he waited for it to come closer before raising his hand. Like Heimdall had explained, the car pulled to the side of the road and allowed him to get in.

“Woah, how’d you get stuck way out here?” The man driving asked, looking around. “You piss someone off?”

Without answering, he said, “Can you take me to New York?”

He gave a whistle, “Depends how much money you got, dude. It would probably be, I don’t know, around three thousand dollars?”

“Is this enough?” He handed him the stack of paper he had received.

He flipped through it with a startled expression. “Uh-huh. Where’d you get this cash? This is about five thousand dollars in cash.” 

“My currency is different.” Is all he replied. The man shrugged.

“Alright, I can take you. Any specific location I should know?” He began to type on his little black box in the front of the car.

“Stark Towers.”

The drive itself, without including any stopping for gas or for the driver to go to the restroom (his insistence that he didn’t have to go brought questions, but the driver just settled for a shrug and vague threat that he would pay for new cushions if he ruined them), lasted nearly twenty-eight (28) hours. Eventually, the driver pulled beside the curb in front of the infamous Stark Towers. After being paid, he wished him luck and drove off.

His outfit was definitely out of place, as the driver had mentioned many times, but he couldn't care less. However, the guards stationed inside the building thought this was an issue.

“Hold it.” One said, walking over. “What’s with the garb?”

“Garb?” He questioned.

“The get-up? The outfit? Why are you wearing that?”

He glanced at his fancy suit, “Whatever do you mean? Is this not customary? It's normal in my realm.” The guard’s eyes narrowed at the word.

“Realm? Where are you from?”

“Asgard.”

He sighed out, nodding to the elevators, “You’re here to see Stark? Go ahead. I don’t even care anymore.” His hand slapped his face and Y/N nodded in thanks before entering the elevator. “Wait, do you know how to use an elevator? Probably not, right? Press this button, the doors will close and you’ll go up. When the doors open, step off. Got it? I think you got it.”

He followed his directions, wondering why he sounded so… done with everything. He shrugged it off, instead waiting for the doors to open. Once they did, he was immediately met with a sight.

In front of him was a man. He was decently handsome. He glanced over and coughed on the drink he had in his hands. “Woah, how’d you get up here? What are you wearing?”

“The people downstairs told me to come up here. I am from-”

“God, I need to fire those guards. This is the third time this month.” He grumbled. He stared at him, looking him up and down, “Right, okay, what do you want? I’m kinda in my own house, meaning I didn’t want to deal with this today.”

“I am Prince Y/N from Asgard, and I want to see Thor.”

The man blinked. “Asgard? Oh, shit, okay. Well, Prince, I’m Tony. Stark, that is.” He gave no indication that he cared. Tony nodded to himself, “Right, yeah, Thor, okay. JARVIS? Can you ask Thor to come down here?”

“Right away, sir.”

The voice made him jump slightly. “Relax, it's just my helper.” Tony downed the rest of his drink. “Right, so, I have a question. You’re a prince of Asgard?”

“That is correct.”

“Does that mean you’re married to Thor?”

Before he had a chance to correct the man, Thor himself walked in. “Yes, Man of Iron? What did you-” His eyes fell on his brother-in-law. “I cannot believe it! Y/N? Is it really you?”

Without warning, the huge man rushed over and grabbed him into a hug. He laughed, returning the favor. He stayed in his embrace for the moment before pulling away. “Thor, it is a pleasure to see you again. It’s been too long.”

His laugh was loud and echoing, “Too long, indeed, Prince!” He paused for a moment, perhaps remembering where he was. “However, I must ask, my lord, why are you here? How did you get here?”

“Heimdall allowed me to use the Bifrost.”

“What? I told him not to allow entry for you.”

Her eyes were near murderous as she glared, “You did what? Why did you think that was a good idea? You didn’t even bother to visit me when you sent me that stupid letter!”

Thor sighed, “My Lord, I am sorry. It was wrong of me not to check up on you. But you should not be here. It is very-”

“Hey, Stark!” Another man entered. His hair was brown, but it had touches of silver. “His royal annoyingness wants to see you.”

“Shhhhhhh.” Tony whispered, gesturing to the pair of Asguardians. “Thor and his husband are having an argument.”

“Will you stop calling me his husband? I am not his husband!” He hissed. His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”

The new person raised his hands in mock defense, “Clint Barton.” Clint turned back to Tony, “He’s pretty persistent. Getting kinda feisty.”

“Well, Reindeer Games can wait a minute.”

At that comment, Thor looked nervous. The prince in front of him raised an eyebrow, “Who is ‘Reindeer Games’?”

“Oh, you probably-”

“-don’t know him!” Thor supplied, cutting off Tony. “He is not important.”

“Woah, big guy, never heard you say such things about him before.” Thor tried his best to inform Tony how bad this was about to get.

“Who are you talking about?” He just about demanded, his eyes glowering at the billionaire. 

Thor stood in front of his friend, “Now, now, prince, you must be tired from the journey! How about we get you to sleep!”

“Thor. Get out of my way.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t, my lord. This- This is to protect all of us.”

He scoffed, “Protect you? Who in the Nine Realms are you hiding from me, Thor? Why? I thought you were like a brother to me.”

“Like a brother? So, not a brother?” Tony muttered to Clint. The prince raised her hand to shut them up. 

“Thor. Tell me who it is you’re hiding. Or I will find out for myself.” 

Thor didn’t speak. He barely moved other than hiding his gaze in shame. With a much greater force than necessary, he pushed Thor from the way. He made no move to stop him, despite knowing the bad outcome.

“Stark. Barton. Who is this person?”

With a glance at Thor, Clint responded, “Uh, his name is Loki?” His glare fell and he looked almost sad. 

He turned to his brother-in-law. “Is this some kind of trick? Did you really put them up to this? Or was the letter a sick joke?”

“It wasn’t meant to be a joke. It was supposed to keep you in Asgard-”

“So you told me my husband was dead?!” Tony gasped, whispering to Clint again. He turned and glared at them, forcing the pair to leave the room in a hurry. “I would never have expected this of you, Thor.” He was close to tears internally, but externally he would never let a tear fall. “Take me to him. Now.”

With a short nod, he gestured for him to join him on the elevator.

My Husband 2

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Husband! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: angst to not angst but not fluff either? cliff hanger ending,

Word Count: 1.4k

part one

a/n: another upload from my old account

The elevator ride was tense, to say the least. The prince refused to look at his brother-in-law and Thor didn’t know what to say. Nothing, is what he hoped he would say. He didn’t want to hear a word of his bullshit. To his dismay, he spoke again when the elevator stopped.

“This is the floor.” Thor stepped out of the elevator. “Please, Y/N-”

“Do not refer to me as that. You have lost the right.”

He slumped slightly, nodding uncomfortably. “My lord, please. He is not the man you married.” 

“Yes, he is.” He responded, venom filling his words. With a hard sigh, he walked him into a room. Well, room was an understatement. It was huge, the size of a house. It was bare, the walls a shade of black, as well as any other surface. The only thing of any difference was a large, glass ball in the center of the room. A voice drifted from the circle. 

“Stark, I presume. Were you not supposed to provide me with care when I needed it? It took you too long. Get better at servicing me.” It was his voice. Y/N paused in his steps before he even saw him. He was behind Thor, his bulking figure was hiding him. His eyes filled with tears. That was Loki's voice. The one he thought he would never hear again. He spoke again, “Oh? Dear brother, what a surprise.” His voice didn’t sound too happy to see Thor.

The prince peaked out at Loki, who wasn't paying enough attention to see or sense him standing there. He looked… like Loki. His hair was longer than he liked it to be, and it wasn’t clean or neat like always he kept it. He was in a pair of rags, rather than the royal clothes he had seen him in last. He was in awe. Even in a state like this, he was the most handsome person he had ever known.

“Loki.” Thor nodded. “I have brought you a visitor.” He stepped out fully, walking closer to the ball.

Loki’s eyes widened and he went up to the glass. “My love?” He murmured. When he reached the glass, he slid down the front with him, their hands hovering over the other’s through the glass. Tears gathered in his eyes. “Shh, my love, what’s wrong? We’re together again. You’re here.”

He smiled slightly, “He told me you were dead.” Loki paused, his eyes lighting with a horrifying anger.

“Who did?”

“Your brother.”

Loki’s gaze turned towards his brother. “Well? Is this true?” Thor nodded sullenly. Loki scoffed, “Is there a reason you decided to break my husband’s heart? To tell him that I was dead?”

Without a word, Thor looked to the ground. Y/N shook his head, gaining his love’s attention back as he slid back against the floor. “My love, I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again. I thought-”

“Shh, it's okay. I’m right here.” Oh, how Loki wished he could touch him, hold him and make him feel him. “Are you safe? Hurt? How did you get here?”

“The Bifrost. I’m okay, just a little bruised from the landing.” He hadn’t noticed it before then, but a soft aching was in his rib area. He didn’t care. “Are you okay? I- I’m afraid that you-”

“I’m okay. Just locked in here.” He said quietly. “These buffoons couldn't hurt me if they tried.” He laughed slightly. “There’s that beautiful laugh.”

Being wrapped in their little bubble, the couple barely noticed when Thor gestured at the cameras. However, they did notice when a swarm of SHIELD agents barged into the room, lining the edge of the room. 

“What-?” Before a full sentence could even be let out, Thor rushed forward and clamped something onto Y/N’s leg. His eyes narrowed and he stood up, ready to attack his brother-in-law. Before he could, though, Thor nodded to an agent.

His eyes whipped around to look at the agent. His lips blew into a tube, sending an arrow directly into his neck. 

“NO- Leave him alone!” Loki yelled, staring at him with panic. “Thor, what are you doing?!”

Thor looked apologetic as dizziness fell over Y/N, “I- I told you not to come here, my lord.” He muttered before walking over. The last thing he saw before his vision went black was Thor reaching over to pick him up.

Before he could see, he could hear. Specifically, he could hear the shouts of his husband. He sounded so far, yet also right beside him. His mind was cloudy as he tried to decipher the shouts.

“I swear, brother, if you hurt him in any way! Why isn’t he waking up?”

“Brother, it's simply a human poison. Whilst it would kill a human, it will only cause an Asgardian to pass out.”

Loki nearly growled, “And how do you know that? Have you tried it yourself before giving it to my husband?”

“Easy there, Reindeer Games,” The semi-familiar voice of Tony Stark replied. He tried to force his eyelids open, but he didn’t have any strength. He noticed then that he couldn’t move at all. He could only hear, and think. It was odd. “He’ll be fine. More than fine, really, if he just answers a few of our questions. He’ll be free to mosey on back to Asgard.” He snickered, “I mean, unless he wants to stay with me.” There was a bang, presumably Loki slamming the cage he was trapped in.

“Don’t you dare.” He hissed. 

“Or what? You’re gonna kill me? Well guess what, you don’t have your magic. And you’re in a cage. Looks like I can do whatever I want.”

Loki remained quiet, probably seething at this point, as Thor spoke up, ignoring his friend’s banter. “Lord  Y/N will be fine, I assure you, brother. I would never hurt him-”

“Then why is he lying in a cot over there? Hm? No fancy comeback for that one, eh? No words to reassure me that he’ll be fine? You poisoned him, Thor. That was clearly you hurting him.” He could feel now, the cold, thin mattress below him. The only thing yet to return was his sight, but he would not give that valuable intel away.

Thor made a small noise, “On the contrary, brother! Human poison would not hurt an Asgardian like him!” He was quiet for a moment before continuing, almost quietly, “Do you really think I would hurt him?”

The silence was overbearing until Tony cleared his throat, “Right, now that that’s taken care of!” He clapped his hands. “What are we going to do with him?”

“Absolutely nothing! Don’t you dare put one of your filthy hands on him!” His shouts did nothing to deter the people in the room, evidently, as someone walked over and picked him up.

“We’d better lock him in a similar cage.” Barton was in the room too; it seems he was the one who lifted him. “If what you said about her was true, then we need to keep him here.” He tried to open his eyes, but he felt too weak. 

“Thor, if you have any respect for me or my husband at all, you would tell them to put him down!” His shouting seemed to do nothing as he was carried, presumably out of the room, as he grew quieter.

He tried to map out the turns they took in his head, making a mental map of where Loki was being kept. Thoughts of revenge twisted in his head. While he knew it was dangerous in his mind, he was prepared to do anything to return to his husband. And that meant unleashing his power if it came down to it, which he hadn’t used in centuries.

A small whoosh! was heard as a door opened. He was quickly placed on a rather uncomfortable table. He tried again to open his eyes once he heard someone leaving the room. This time, he was able to open his eyes, ever so slightly. The bright lights caused them to slam shut again and again, forcing themselves to get used to the blinding rays. 

He was finally able to look around. Carefully, the prince sat up. His eyes trailed around the room. It looked like a science lab. This was probably not a good place for him, an alien, to be. As quickly as he was put in the room, he left. His hands twitched with power as he summoned his magic. It could be ruinous for this planet, but anything for him.

Two guards were stationed outside of the lab. Immediately, they raised their guns to shoot. A blinding (f/c) mist fell from his hands. The mist circled around the soldiers, slowly, before closing in on them. He laughed slightly, refreshed now that he was using his power again. 

He turned to walk away, now, leaving two skeletons in his wait.

They Wouldn't Understand

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Ron Weasley x trans masc! Slytherin! Pureblood! Reader // slight! Molly Weasley x platonic! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings:  internalized and externalized homophobia/transphobia, dysphoria, ABUSE, lowkey torture, use of dead name (dead name will be used as Tamsyn to try and prevent any mention of your own dead name!), large (but also kinda rushed) buildup, nsfw joke at the end (last two lines), secret relationship (and it being exposed)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Posted from my old account. Sorry for the spam, I just wanted to go ahead and post all of these fics from my old account

Nothing was okay anymore. He felt fine, maybe even safe, at school. But now? It was summer. School was over. That meant he had to go back to his house. To those “parents” of his that always strived to make his life a living hell.

No one even knew how bad it was. As his friends waved to him, and as his boyfriend (albeit in secret, but they were still dating) sent him a small smile while he walked over to his colossal family, the gravity of everything fell onto his shoulders. Nobody knew how bad it was. Hell, most people didn’t even know he was who he was. Only a few people knew he was trans or into men. Both of which were frowned upon. 

He wasn’t normal by any means, but these two struck him deeply. Why couldn’t he follow in his parent’s footsteps? Why was his entire life against the people he was supposed to love? Why wasn’t he a she?

Those thoughts rattled in his mind as he left the train station, moving to grab hold of the house elf’s hand. His parents didn’t even bother to show up. Typical, honestly. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually been picked up from the station by his parents. Only by the house elf. 

Briefly, he realized that he was definitely not going to be perceived well at home. His boyfriend had loaned him so masculine clothes to help with dysphoria, and he couldn’t just change out of them on the train, so he was forced to disapparate to his house in the masculine clothes with a binder on and a semi-realistic looking packer that was just a pair of socks in his pants. This was not going to turn out very well, he already knew it.

The loud crack! had been mostly ignored. No one came to see him or greet him at the door. Almost with a goal in mind (to change out of the masculine clothes into something hopefully more feminine but not dysphoric-so), he hurried to the stairs. He was almost there, stepping onto the first step when his mother walked into the entryway.

“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Even after being used to the words, he flinched. A year at school where people called him a boy had changed his mindset ever so slightly. “We have a dinner party tonight.” He didn’t turn around, afraid of her reaction to his appearance. “Tamsyn.” She said, her voice becoming more stern as she drew closer. “What in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

He panicked briefly, praying there wasn’t an indication of whose clothes he had on in the fabric, or design, or even the tag. “Nothing, Mother, just going to change from my school clothes.” 

She tsked slightly, “Tamsyn, you know it's rude to not look at someone while having a conversation. Turn around.” He hesitated. “I will not repeat myself.” He followed the instructions timidly. He heard her gasp. “What is this?!” She seemed to be enraged. She called for her husband as tears gathered in his eyes and fear gathered in his chest. 

As soon as his father came out, he knew he was done for. His father’s eyes scanned his body, narrowing his eyes at the almost non-existent chest and the very existent bulge in his pants. “Tamsyn? What is this?”

A sudden wave of courage passed over him as he spoke, “I- uh, I’m trans! I’m a boy, not a girl. My name isn’t Tamsyn-”

Laughter cut him off. “You? A boy? You are the farthest thing from a boy!” His mother laughed, “When you were pulled out of me, the doctor yelled that you were a girl. Trust me, we would have been better off with a boy, but we had you. Go upstairs and change. One of your fancy dresses. Our daughter will not be embarrassing us tonight.”

The courage was still present. While he knew it was a horrible idea, he spoke again anyway. “No! I’m not going to be your stupid puppet! I’m not a girl. I am a boy. There’s nothing you can do to change that fact!” 

A sudden wave of anger coursed through his parent’s face. “You had better watch what you’re saying, girl. Or you’ll be in a lot of pain.”

He stood his ground, only barely trembling in fear. “You can’t change this. I am a boy-”

The shout of a curse almost made him freeze in total fear, however the spell moved faster, forcing him to the ground as he screamed in pain. Complete agony and pain washed over him, wave after wave. He was crying and screaming, his voice hoarse. He had never expected his parents to go this far at all! What was he thinking? His parents were right! How could he think he’s anything more than a pathetic little girl?

After a few moments, the pain waves stopped. He shivered from the pain, trembling in fear. “So, dear, had enough? Gonna go change into the most beautiful and girly dress you own? The bright pink one should be good.” His father almost taunted.

“Oh, no, no. She can’t wear that one! You’re going to wear that new one I bought you.” There was a twinkle of hatred in her eyes. “The real revealing one. That way, you can see all of your feminine traits. Maybe we’ll get you a husband tonight. The Malfoys and Zabinis are coming tonight.” 

The urge to throw up was overwhelming. With little disagreement, he nodded to his mother and turned to walk up the stairs. When he reached his room, a house elf was already there. She gave him a sad look. “Mitsi is sorry, Master.” She murmured. She helped him change, as pain flared every time he moved. She gestured for his packer and his binder. “Mitsi was instructed to take these and burn them.” She said sullenly. Choking on emotion, he handed her the objects that helped him through so much. The only things that truly made him feel like a boy. Right in front of his face, she snapped and the things burst into flames. 

Without much disagreement, he climbed into the elegantly made, yet extremely provocative, dress. Mitsi beside him nudged him into a chair. “Mitsi was instructed to give you makeup.” He looked at his reflection as he was transformed into someone who was not him. As he was transformed into someone he was “supposed” to be.

Once Mitsi was done, she left the room. As soon as she left, tears welled in his eyes. He refused to let a single one fall, in fear of it ruining his makeup, or in fear of his mother seeing his ruined makeup.

His name was called and he took a deep, straggly breath. He urged himself to walk down the steps and into the main hall, where his parents were greeting the families who had come for dinner. 

“Ah, finally. Mr and Mrs Malfoy, Mr and Mrs Zabini, this is our lovely daughter, Tamsyn.” While the adults took a look at him in interest, their children looked at him with utter disbelief. 

“Pardon me, Mrs L/N,” Blaise Zabini spoke up, eyeing his classmate oddly, “I was under the impression you had a son? I wasn’t aware you had a daughter.”

With a forced laugh, his mother responded, shooting him a deadly glare. “I suppose you must be mixing us up with another family. I apologize, but I’ve only given birth to a girl.” The adults shared a laugh, as if it was some kind of joke. Draco and Blaize gave each other a confused look, speaking through their eyes. Y/N avoided their gazes as best as he could. 

Dinner was a mess, and by the end of it, his parents had a pleasant surprise for him.

“Well, I suppose the news should be announced.” His mother started, dinging a spoon on her glass. She smiled at the families. “The adults have been talking about the best move for all of us, and we have decided that Tamsyn is to be married to Blaize once of age!” The drop of cutlery startled his mother. His hand was empty as he stared at his plate. He was in a happy relationship. This was not supposed to happen. This was wrong! All of this was wrong!

“No.” The word came out before he could even stop it. “No, I refuse to marry him.” He gave a slightly apologetic look to Blaize and he returned the gesture with a nod, telling him he understood.

“This is not up to you, darling.” His mother said, trying to keep her anger at bay. “This is the best solution for our family.”

“This is the best solution for you! This has nothing to do with me!” Tears fell from his eyes, now. All of those pent emotions he had been feeling were coming out tenfold. “You keep trying to ruin my life! Well, congrats. You’ve succeeded. You don’t have any right to tell me who I am or who I have to marry! I’ll shout it from the rooftop if I can!” He stood up, climbing onto his chair. “ I am Y/N! I am a boy and I can choose who I want to marry! You have no control over me anymore.”

The anger in his parent’s eyes was monumental, not even describable. The guests left fairly quickly after that, claiming they were ashamed of how the night went. That left his parents in even more immeasurable amounts of anger.

As soon as the Malfoys and Zabinis left the property, the sound of the loud crack! echoing through the house, they turned towards him. “Have you any idea what you’ve just done?” His father’s voice was near silent. A terrifying edge to his tone.

“You’ve cost us everything.” His mother continued, stepping towards him and slapping him across the face with enough force to throw him to the floor. “You’ve ruined our name!”

The silence after the final shout was broken by screams as the cruciatus curse was thrown in the situation again. Again and again. He felt like he was on the brink of death. The pain was agonizing and he wanted to give up. He truly did. But he couldn’t let himself die. Not from these people. After they stopped (something about not being able to kill him because that would tarnish their reputation even more), they practically waltzed away from his agonizing pain. He was numb, but also felt so much pain. His body was confused. He couldn’t tell anything. 

He was surprised to feel a hand fit into his. He glanced up to see Mitsi. She gave him a small nod, “Mitsi takes you to the friend from the letter house.” She had to have meant Ron. There was no one else sending letters his way.

Within moments, he was outside the door of the Burrow. Mitsi was gone as soon as she had appeared. With the last remaining strength he had, he knocked as loud as he could. He hoped someone would hear, despite it being late. Sure enough, as his eyes fluttered shut, he heard steps making their way to the door.

When he woke up, he was expecting a lot of pain. Well, a lot more pain. He was sore and it hurt to move, but he wasn’t in excruciating pain like he had been when he showed up at the Burrow. The Burrow… His eyes widened and he forced himself into a sitting position. His head spun and his head fell back again. He groaned, earning the attention of someone from the other room.

“Oh, dear me! She's awake!” A woman mumbled to herself. “Dear, do you know where you are?” He nodded, but hissed at the feeling. “That's good, dear. Do you know who I am?”

“Mrs Weasley, I presume.” He muttered. She nodded.

“Alright, one more question then I’ll get you some stew. What happened?”

It took a moment to even realize what happened. What had happened? He was struck many times. Too many times to count. “The curse.” He murmured.

Molly gasped, “Oh my, do you mean the pain curse?” He nodded numbly. “Oh, who would do such a thing?”

“My parents.”

She looked furious for a moment, “Oh, Godric! That’s horrendous!” She paused for a moment. “Sorry, dear, let's get you out of these clothes. They’re filthy!” He glanced down, noticing the sweat stains and blood and tear stains on the corset and the dress itself. “I’m sure my daughter has-”

“No!” The word came out of him with more fear than he had expected. “Please, no. I- I’m not a girl.” He seemed to almost be convincing himself.

Molly paused for a moment before nodding, “Ahh. Let’s see then. You look about Ron’s stature. Let's get some of his clothes, alright?” He nodded, extremely grateful for the reaction she gave. It was only a plus to be in the comfort of his boyfriend’s clothes. Speaking of, where was he?

“Mrs- Mrs Weasely?” He asked when she returned with a pair of loose fitting pajamas. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh, so you know the whole family, eh? They’ll be home soon, dear. They just went to play some Quidditch with an old family friend. Been gone for the last two days. Should be back sometime today.” Just as she said that, the pair heard a loud whooping noise from outside. “Or, perhaps, they’re here now.” She closed a curtain that was surrounding the couch he laid on, which he had just noticed was there. “I’ll make sure they don’t disturb you at all.”

“Wait- Can- Can I see Ron?”

She blinked in confusion, “I suppose. Are you friends with him from school? Gosh, I thought you had graduated! What year are you in?”

“Same year as Ron, ma’am.”

“Oh, goodness me!” She seemed to have to leave to collect her thoughts, so she just left. He closed his eyes, imagining the things Ron would say when he saw him. Perhaps he’d be pissed that he was there? Ron was always so secretive about their relationship. Or perhaps he’d be joyous? Confused? Maybe, and he hoped this was true, maybe concerned? 

It didn’t take long to figure out. The curtain shuffled aside and someone stepped in. He didn’t open his eyes to find out for sure, but he had a pretty good clue when he heard a quiet gasp.

“Angel?” Ron muttered quietly. “What- What happened to you?”

His eyes finally opened as Ron leaned beside him. “My parents finally found out I’m trans.” Fury lit up in his eyes. “They also didn’t like how I refused to marry Zabini.”

“Why? Why didn’t you just marry him? Then you wouldn’t be here like this!” Ron mumbled.

“Because I love you, my love. You are supposed to be my happily ever after.”

“It can’t be a happily ever after without you being alive and yourself.” Ron looks at his boyfriend’s eyes, seeing a deeper feeling in them. “You don’t believe them, right?” 

“What?”

He leaned closer to press a kiss to his forehead, “Your parents. You don’t believe them when they say you’re a girl, right? You are the manliest man I know. You are pure man.”

Y/N laughed quietly, “Yeah, okay.”

“No, I mean it. Like a huge macho-man. Big muscles and you can eat a whole ton because that's just something boys can do, is eat a lot of food-”

He laughed louder this time, alerting the rest of the family. “Stop! You know that’s not how it works!”

“Sure, but it made you laugh.” His laughter continued as he pulled Ron up into a kiss. When they pulled away, Ron leaned his forehead on his boyfriend’s. “I don’t understand what you’re going through. But I know it's hard. I just want you to know that you are my boyfriend. Hear that? You're my boyfriend. I love you.” It was the first L-word to be spoken in the relationship.

“Ron, I- I love you too.”  His eyes drooped, ready to put him into a lulling sleep.

“Sleep well, Angel. Okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He smiled slightly, closing his eyes and getting comfortable, hissing softly over some bruises. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Once he was sure his boyfriend was asleep, Ron left the curtained room. His eyes quickly fell upon the rest of his family as they stared at him. He blinked in surprise, not expecting them all to be there (he was only expecting Fred and George- maybe even Harry or Ginny).

“Uh, yeah, I’m gay.” Ron said awkwardly. 

“Kinda gathered that, mate.” Fred quipped.

“Yeah, just a bit late.” George responded with a subtle laugh. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”

He shrugged, “Me and Y/N were keeping it under wraps, so we decided to keep the fact that we’re both gay a secret too. If his family found out, well you see what happened. “

His family nodded. They were all silent until Harry clapped his hands together. “Okay, how long have you been together? Have you had a first anything? Kiss? I love you?”

George and Fred supplemented an example simultaneously, “time?” 

“You’re sick.”