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Marvel Universe x Male!Reader - Scent of Money 2/2
Searching the dead mafio in the bathroom for any spare magazines for the pistol, and finding only two full mags, he left the room and started to make his way towards the top. As a general rule to follow, he shot out any cameras since at this point Hammerhead’s branch of the Maagia had to have taken over it and using them to find out where he was and also peek the stairs from a distance since he didn’t know if he was gonna get shot from someone coming up or someone going up. In addition to his pistol, which was a 1911 chambered in .45, he picked up a he obtained a pump shotgun as he progressed through the floors and made his way up to the rooftop party. Although he had the shotgun at his disposal, he mostly used the 1911 since its recoil wasn’t too much strain on his body and the shotgun’s main purpose was to make holes in the drywall.
Meanwhile on the roof, Hammerhead and his people were keeping the people in check in case there was anyone trying to be a hero. W
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Circe x Male!Reader - Our Hearts Grow Fonder

Out near the what is now known as Italy’s mainland was the island of Aeaea, an island that was inhabited by Helios’ daughter, Circe. Circe had found herself at that island as her punishment for turning Scylla into the six-headed monster and now, ironically, Scylla was one of the two monsters that guard the Strait of Messina, the other monster being Charybdis. The sun titan’s daughter’s exile, however, didn’t seem like a punishment to Circe herself, no, she saw it as a moment of growth as she found her newfound talent to rival that of the gods; witchcraft.  
While tending to the herbs in her garden, she could feel a storm brewing as she had looked out to the coast that had a good view of the Strait of Messina as she could see the storm clouds start to rain, but she before she headed inside, she could faintly see through the darkness, a ship. “Those men are either foolish or very brave.
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Marvel Universe x Male!Reader - Scent of Money 1/2
There were many fancy shmancy places all of the considered 1% people go to. Four Seasons is probably one that came to mind because they are a recognized brand that has spread all over the country of the USA. And it is in a Four Seasons hotel where a certain (h/c) bellboy was near his wit’s end with his current “slavemaster”, the customer.  
Customer: No, no...put it over there.  
Y/n: Here? (I swear to God, I’m going to choke this motherfucker to death if he says no.)  
Customer: Hmm...  
Y/n: (Say “yes”...say it...)  
Customer: Sure, let’s go with there. Gently now, all those clothes cost more than you, I’m sure.  
Slowly putting the luggage made of solid gold down as gently as putting in a baby in a crib, our bellboy Y/n walked outside the hotel room and held out his hand for a tip, only getting a high-five in the process and a door slammed in his face.
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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret x M!Reader - Something More

Years before Noctis and the others would take the road trip to change their lives and strengthen their bond between each other, Y/n’s position during his nearing of adulthood was to teach magic to the prince like his adoptive father and act in tandem with the Messenger, with Gentiana being as cryptic as she was while Y/n interpreted those messages, mostly to Noctis as Lunafreya seemed to get the gist of what Gentiana met, as she was more accustomed to hearing her talk since she met her at birth. 
When visiting the annexed Imperial territory of Tenebrae by train, Y/n was dressed in a formal attire, dressed in something akin to Crowe Altius’ Kingsglaive attire though obviously focused more on the formal appearance than combat proficiency and tailored to a male’s body. When the train had stopped, Y/n had grabbed his bag filled with spare clothes as he were to spend a couple of d
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Da Ji x Male!Reader - Misery Loves Company

In the lands of Ancient China, the Jade Emperor was seen as the bridge between the Gods and Mortals. For couple of millennia, the Jade Emperors prior were usually competent and fair, but the current one, Zhou of Shang, was agreed upon as the worst one yet. This can be chalked up to one thing and her name is Da Ji. Zhou of Shang had desecrated one of Nu Wa’s temples with a poem, declaring his love for the Guardian of Heaven. Angered by such sacrilege, Nu Wa had released upon the mortal world the devious fox spirit, known as Da Ji, who took the form of a seductive and beautiful woman that King Zhou would do anything for, even sacrifice his own people. 
Da Ji’s love of pain, suffering, and misery would be a crucial factor into her plan to either have the Jade Emperor overthrown or killed. The plan was simple; commit many atrocities to the people of China so that the Emperor is re
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Persona 5 Harem x Male!Reader - Chapter 3

Before going to the subway that leads to the Phantom Thieves hideout, Y/n’s seeing-eye dog, Kerberos, ran up to his master and gave him an affirmative lick of his palm to let his master know he is there. But, Kerberos had a nose that could smell even the faintest of things and usually wasn’t hostile, but started growling at Akira. 
Akira: Is he gonna attack me? 
Y/n: No. That’s weird, he usually isn’t hostile. What’s wrong, boy? 
Morgana: Wait, is he smelling me?! 
Willing to test the theory that Kerberos hates cats, Akira held his bag that had Morgana in it and held it closer to Kerberos, which resulted in him barking at it fiercely and repetitively as he placed the bag back on his shoulder. 
Akira: I think he hates cats. 
Y/n: He does? *baby voice* Oh boy, why are you such a stereotypical dog? I thought you were better than that. *normal voice* Maybe your cat should ge
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Cindy Aurum x Male!Reader - Prompto's First Fanfic

When Noctis and company returned to Hammerhead to tune up the Regalia and repaint it its nice shade of black, Y/n and Prompto were lounging around in Takka’s Diner, eating some fries, burgers, and salads for Prompto. Y/n tried his best to engage in conversation about something, but Prompto was too busy on his phone, though he wasn’t playing King’s Knight, since he wasn’t getting frustrated, no...this was something else. 
Y/n: Whatcha looking at Prompto? Lewd photos of Cindy? 
Prompto: Hah! No, but the website I’m on does offer those kinds of art. 
Y/n: What’s the website? 
Prompto: DeviantArt! 
Y/n: DeviantArt? What’s that? 
Prompto: It’s this place that accepts art! Photos, art, and even stories! 
Y/n: Oh, is that where you post your photos? 
Prompto: Yeah! I got like, thousands of watchers&
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Final Fantasy XV Male Reader Insert - Chapter VII
In the Imperial lands of Gralea, there sat the Emperor of Niflheim, the one who managed to dupe King Regis into allowing his men and therefore, daemon hordes, into Insomnia. The man responsible for needless deaths like many of King Regis’ Kingsglaive, like Nyx and Crowe, or those who died branded a traitor, like Tredd Furia and Luche Lazarus, in the eyes of surviving Glaives like Libertus. Either way, Emperor Iedolas Aldercapt is the man responsible for Insomnia’s fall and the Kingsglaive being branded as cowards. In the room as the Emperor were many Imperial riflemen and notable figures such as; Ravus Nox Fleuret, Verstael Besithia, Caligo Ulldor, and Aranea Highwind.
Iedolas: So...the prince eludes death. And what of the ring?
Ravus: Lunafreya has absconded with it.
Iedolas: Find and kill her. The ring is the final piece.
Iedolas, in his greedy nature, says to kill Lunafreya in front of her brother without a second of hesitation. Howeve
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Sora Takenouchi x Male!Reader - More Than Nothing

In the friend group of the original Digidestined children, Y/n was considered the “outlier” of the group. Sure, he was referred as a “Digidestined”, but unlike his fellow compatriots, he never got a crest of any sort and by extension, a Digimon. He remained positive about not having it though, considered the “maverick” of the group. In his words... 
Tai: Wait, why do you call yourself a “maverick”? 
Y/n: I’m the different one. 
Iggy: Clearly your grammar skills need polishing up. 
Y/n: But it’s true though! While you guys got these tiny, adorable, cute, plushies that I just want to snugglenexttoinbed...I mean, partners, I’m out here flying solo! 
Matt: I hate being the guy, but wouldn’t that make you a “liability”? You know, cause you can’t defend yourself. 
Y/n: *finger guns* That’s where you
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Iris Amicitia x Male!Reader - A Stroll for Two

As Noctis and friends silently getting up, minding the still slumbering Y/n, they slowly closed the door behind themselves and talk in whispers in the hotel room hallway. 
Noctis: For once, I’m not the last one waking up. 
Gladiolus: Yeah, but you don’t have an excuse to get a couple more hours. 
???: Hey guys! 
Noctis and company immediately shushed the small girl dressed in a hoodie colored mainly black with patches of red and a plaid skirt with knee-high boots. The girl with a brown, short hair was known as Gladio’s little sister, Iris Amicitia. Despite Gladio being the main fighter in the family, Iris claims she is one as well, though not to the extent that Gladio is. Still, she has a knack for sewing and whenever Ignis isn’t doing the sewing, Iris is always happy to lend the boys a hand. 
Iris: *whispering* Sorry. He’s still asleep? 
Ignis
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Salem x Male!Reader - Home Sweet Home: Forget

[keep it playing throughout]
~Somewhere unknown~ 
I, like any man with relationship troubles, had to give myself some alone time. I need time to think a bit, to clear my head. Where else but a bar? Sure, I couldn’t drink any of the alcoholic drinks there, I live the straight edge lifestyle after all, but water was my go-to. While having the ice cold glass in my hands, a woman in red and gold winter attire sat down next to me. Of course, I had my suspicions since I was the only patron there, but here where I live, a little village called New Manchester where if the cold didn’t get you, the animals did. New Manchester was a very cold place, its average low temperature being -150 degrees Fahrenheit and its average high being only 50 degrees hotter, it had many people stay away, including cartographers. 
I observed her, get a glimpse
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Final Fantasy XV: Episode Y/n - Chapter IV

From Ashes, a Phoenix Rises
Waking up once more and getting the ash off of himself, Y/n continued to make the now short trek to the tall and imposing tower in Solheim. There had been no resistance between him and the tower, leading to the walk to the front door to be very uneventful. Standing in front of the tall, double doors, he gave them a light nudge to see if they would open and sure enough, the doors gave a bit. Only a bit, however, as when he kept trying to push it open, he ran into resistance from the debris that blocked the door itself. He soon found another way in through an opening through the cylindrical tower through a large opening in one of its walls, running over to it and pulling himself up and over it and landing on his feet like a cat.
The tower was dark, but Y/n made a fire through magic to act as a torch to quickly inspect the area around him before pulling out his flashlight and attaching it to his belt and tur
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Mitsuru Kirijo x Male!Reader - Only You

Y/n already had an idea who to give the button to; Mitsuru Kirijo. While initially cold and on a complete different level than what most men would think, Mitsuru is actually a very down-to-earth, no nonsense woman with a dry sense of humor. Men think that they have to overcome great ordeals to just get noticed by her, but she’s usually just staying after school doing student council stuff. While writing a request to get gear for the “field” portion of “Track and Field club”, Y/n could hear the door behind him slide open and close as he pivots his head behind him to see the red haired ice queen, her high heel boots clicking against the tile flooring as she moved closer to Y/n. 
Mitsuru: Evening, Y/n. Writing something for track and field? 
Y/n: Yeah. Getting some forms to join for the “field” team, but I noticed that we don’t have the gear. Just accommodatin
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Weiss Schnee x Male!Reader - Home Sweet Home: Heal

I had prepared for the worst as my only regret was my judge, jury, and executioner. I soon felt the barrel of his revolver be lifted off of my forehead as he stood by my side once more, his gun turned against the one he sought to serve. 
Salem: Honestly Y/n, you’d rather serve the one who broke your heart than the one who tried to mend it back together? 
Y/n: If I shot her, I’d be breaking a promise I made to myself; to stay by her side, for better or for worse. 
Salem: Y/n, the games are over. Come back to my side, love. 
He responded to her by shooting her three times as she seemed to be unfazed by the shots as where he shot her quickly regenerated and spit out the bullets as she looked up at us with her red eyes accentuated by her black sclera like we betrayed her. Well, only one person betrayed her. 
Salem: *deep sigh* I really did love you, you know. I saw great potential in an even greater man. If you want t
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Weiss Schnee x Male!Reader - Home Sweet Home

"Weiss Schnee had been captured by the White Fang". You couldn't escape the headline all throughout Atlas even if you tried. I knew she would be captured, the target on her back was way too big for someone not to take a shot. While the big wigs of the Atlesian military scramble scouts to the far reaches of Remnant, I had already known where she was and was making the moves out towards the frozen wastes of outer Atlas.
I had known Weiss for as long as I could remember, you see. Although, we hadn't had the best of history between us. My family and I was always worried about where our next meal might come from, and we still do, and when we did find our meal, some asshole with a gun hit us with the butt of his rifle and told us to scram before we got shot for trespassing. As much as I hate saying this, but poor people are like rats. They somehow find a way to survive, given the shit they have to avoid and I'm no different.
Fast forward a coup
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FF Type-0 x Male!Reader - To Remember Me By

Akademia was the main headquarters of the elite cadets and scouts for the Dominion of Rubrum. At first, it was as the name implied; an academy where people can go and learn courses and train for the future of the Vermillion Bird Crystal. However, a war changed all of that and Akademia was repurposed as what it is today. Still, cadets there are still expected to learn and live normal lives until the day comes that their classroom partakes in a mission. Speaking of classrooms, each classroom has every student wear a colored cloak associated with their class, the infamous crimson cloaks belonging to Class Zero, formerly made up of just Dr. Arecia’s “children”, but has since added two members to their ranks, three if you count their CO.
Akademia stands for the pride of Rubrum, and its size matches it to a T, leaving some to somewhat get lost if they’re not used to the building’s layout. Such is the case with one of Akademia
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Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus and Ignis had just arrived in Lestallum, a subsequent visit to the large city so Gladiolus could check up on his little sister Iris and make sure she was doing okay. Currently, the gang had met up with the ever-wise Jared Hester and his grandson Talcott and were conversing in one of the hotel rooms in Lestallum. Iris, at the moment, sitting next to Noctis on one of the beds and chatting to the Crown Prince, seems to remember something rather important to her and brings the subject of the matter with the heir to the throne of Lucis.
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I completed Spider-Man (PS4) today!

Not much to say that I haven't already said about it. MJ looks...weird, something about her face being WAY too round. Silver Sable and Yuri are the true waifus of the game.

Feels.

I'll try and work towards that 100%

Searching the dead mafio in the bathroom for any spare magazines for the pistol, and finding only two full mags, he left the room and started to make his way towards the top. As a general rule to follow, he shot out any cameras since at this point Hammerhead’s branch of the Maagia had to have taken over it and using them to find out where he was and also peek the stairs from a distance since he didn’t know if he was gonna get shot from someone coming up or someone going up. In addition to his pistol, which was a 1911 chambered in .45, he picked up a he obtained a pump shotgun as he progressed through the floors and made his way up to the rooftop party. Although he had the shotgun at his disposal, he mostly used the 1911 since its recoil wasn’t too much strain on his body and the shotgun’s main purpose was to make holes in the drywall.

Meanwhile on the roof, Hammerhead and his people were keeping the people in check in case there was anyone trying to be a hero. While observing his hostages, Hammerhead was impatiently waiting with bated breath from his cohorts on the status of “the one who got away” and he did in the form of a call on his ear piece. Telling some of his squad, he went inside the to take the call in private and not give his hostages hope that a hero was coming.

Hammerhead: This better be good news...

Mafioso: Boss! He’s comin your way! He--*gunshots* ARGH!

Taking the ear piece out and crushed it in his giant palm. Heading back out, though temporarily, he reached into one of the giant bags and pulled out two tommy guns and loaded them with 100-round drum magazines as he walked back inside the hotel and down the stairs to find his prey himself.

Hammerhead: (Never send a boy to do a man’s job).

The higher up he went, the less resistance there was in making his way to the roof. On the floor before the stairs would lead him to the roof, Y/n was taking it slow and cautiously since he’d probably starting having a shoot-out with the man himself. As he was rounding the corner to the stairwell, he was under heavy fire as he dived into a room as he tried finding a way to get behind Hammerhead as trying to take him on in a full-frontal assault is to commit suicide.

Hammerhead: Is that all ya got?! Don’t tell me I hit ya now!

Walking forward slowly, Hammerhead then quickly turned and fired off a couple rounds from his tommy guns, only to hit nothing but the drywall that had shotgun rounds that blew out holes in the wall in a continual column, enough for a person to fit through it. Hearing the sound of a shotgun pump being cocked, he turned behind him to stare down the barrel of a shotgun being held by Y/n.

Y/n: Garbage day!

Pulling the trigger, Hammerhead fell down to the ground with a thud as Y/n felt very good about himself. He didn’t think that taking down a mob boss would be that easy, but even the biggest dog might have the biggest bark and the weakest bite. As he turned his back to Hammerhead’s “corpse”, Y/n was tackled through a couple of walls until he crashed shoulder first into a urinal by the mob boss as he pulled the buckshot out of his skull.

Y/n: Oh God...that’s so nasty...

Hammerhead: It’s like they say kid, “Use ya head!”

Grabbing a handful of (h/c) hair, Hammerhead drove Y/n’s through the urinal and tried to stomp his face in, but Y/n tripped him up and pulled his feet from under him, sending the giant headed godfather to the bathroom floor but not for long as Y/n grabbed him by his suit jacket and slammed his face against the sink faucet repeatedly until Hammerhead shoved him off and pushed him against the stall door and used his head as a battering ram, breaking the stall door off of its hinges as Y/n collapsed as he was now staring into the bowl of a toilet. The mafia boss tried to double axe hammer him and potentially kill him with it, but as he tried to set his plan in motion, Y/n was quick on his feet and grabbed the cover of the actual insides of the toilet and slammed it over his back, quickly took out his pistol and unloaded a clip into both of his knees, crippling him as he screamed in pain.

Y/n: (Quick! Say a line! Uhh...crap! I don’t have anything on this guy!) Fuck you.

Checking his pockets, he pulled out his vape pen for a quick puff and toughened up again. With the biggest threat down and out, Y/n reloaded his pistol and instead of heading for the stairs, he’ll use the express elevator. The elevator was mostly used on that floor to get down from the roof, but only used by the elite since it was mostly used if you were way too drunk to go down the stairs without throwing up. When the guards for the hostages heard the elevator bell go off, their guns were trained on it and as they fired upon it as the door opened. After unloading what felt like 2 whole magazines of 50 rounds, they all converged upon the elevator to check for the body, but saw no one in it. The looks on their faces when they heard the cocking of the shotgun as the buckshot spread to hit all of them, but Y/n fired off another shot in case of any survivors.

The bellboy didn’t bother sticking around and decided to use the express elevator down to as far as he could go, which was just the 30th floor out of 80 floors. While using the elevator and waiting patiently to the sound of elevator music, he heard the hatch of the elevator open and saw someone drop in. She was wearing a black latex suit that had her busty cleavage for all those to see with white fur outlining the edges of that area. When it came to superheroes or supervillains with a mask that didn’t cover their faces like it did with Black Cat, he knew exactly who it was.

Y/n: Oh, hey. How’s your night?

Black Cat: I don’t know, you tell me.

Y/n: You seem slightly miffed.

Black Cat: I don’t suppose you’d show a girl where the money is kept.

Y/n: Follow me, I’m putting in my two weeks but not the way you think.

Going down the stairs all the way to the main lobby, Y/n led Black Cat all the way to the manager’s office and without missing a beat, showed her where the safe was.

Y/n: Do you need me to open it or…?

Black Cat: I’ll take it from here, you do what you need to do.

Opening one of the drawers of the large, oak desk Y/n pulled out a checkbook and searched around in the other drawers for a pen and began forging his boss’ handwriting to write himself a check for $400,000,000. Satisfied with his work, he used the next check as more of his way of saying, “I quit” and wrote in giant lettering, “Fuck you.” The former bellboy walked out of the hotel and saw police firearms trained on him, including SWAT teams as he just held his paycheck high into the air and moved some of the policemen out of his way and through the wave of people to take the subway home. While trying to surf through the crowds, he was swarmed by news reporters and other people of the like saying, “Is so and so okay?!”.

Reporter: I’m with the Daily Bugle, are you willing to comment on how you handled Spider--hey! That’s my phone!

Y/n: *whips phone into the ground* It was your phone. Get a better job.

Continuing his trek to the subway, unimpeded this time, he got on the next train to take him to Brooklyn. While on the subway car, Y/n checked his pocket for his phone and when he felt its rectangular case, he pulled it out and was surprised to find it in mint condition. No screen cracks, no nothing. Also on the subway, most of the people backed away from him since on the train, he had his pistol and shotgun still on him and was covered in muck, scum, and blood.

When he had finally arrived in his modest one-story house with a basement he lived in since college. Looking around his house for inspiration on what to spend $400,000,000 on, he had finally come to an answer.

Y/n: I’ll buy a lifetime supply of Dippin’ Dots.

Marvel Universe x Male!Reader - Scent of Money 2/2
Previous: Marvel Universe x Male!Reader - Scent of Money 1/2

So, I figured out how this pairing stuff will work; it'll be a harem fic with arcs dedicated to the waifu. Right now, I have two decided which will fill in that "he's a normal guy" stuff with Elektra and Silver Sable (because they got nothing on them, despite being hot af). I'll open it up to y'all to leave waifus since I do plan on giving the reader something that makes people like Gamora or Mantis viable options.

Will I intend to make it to Infinity War? If enough people want it, sure. Will I include genderbent people? See previous answer.
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John-William-WATERHOUSE-Circe Offering the Cup to  by popdood
Out near the what is now known as Italy’s mainland was the island of Aeaea, an island that was inhabited by Helios’ daughter, Circe. Circe had found herself at that island as her punishment for turning Scylla into the six-headed monster and now, ironically, Scylla was one of the two monsters that guard the Strait of Messina, the other monster being Charybdis. The sun titan’s daughter’s exile, however, didn’t seem like a punishment to Circe herself, no, she saw it as a moment of growth as she found her newfound talent to rival that of the gods; witchcraft.  

While tending to the herbs in her garden, she could feel a storm brewing as she had looked out to the coast that had a good view of the Strait of Messina as she could see the storm clouds start to rain, but she before she headed inside, she could faintly see through the darkness, a ship. “Those men are either foolish or very brave.” she thought before she would sleep through the storm. As the storm was in full swing with rain coming down as fast as fire, the sailors were navigating blind throughout the seas, but their captain, standing at the helm with a telescope in hand, guided his crew in rowing for the island of Aeaea as his second in command navigated through the objects on the ship up to the helm.  

Second-in-Command: Captain! Are you sure we’re going to make it?!  

Captain: I’m positive! We’ll either make it to that island or we’ll die here on the seas! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!  

Second-in-Command: I think I hear sea monsters!  

Captain: Even better, Leo!  

Leo: Uhh...is it?!  

Captain: Of course! We’ll either live gloriously or these waters shall be our graves!  

Leo: What did we do to piss off the gods now?!  

Captain: These gods have no manhood! When they see us coming upon their land, they cower in fear like the ladies they are! Isn’t that right, men?!  

Crew: YEAH!  

Captain: See, Leo?! The others agree! If you wish to take shelter inside, go ahead! No one will blame you, if you do!  

Waking up to the storm passing and to many rocks moving all at once with men shouting, Circe took a look outside her window and saw men dressed in black armor, a color that wasn’t even synonymous with the Greece. Making herself presentable, she walked upon the shores as the men clad in black armor were pulling in their ship onto the shores of Aeaea, with one of the black armored men, possibly a higher-up since his armor had a cape spot the daughter of Helios and informing another higher-up but this higher-up had a cloak and walked up to her.  

Man clad in black armor: Are you the one who owns these lands?  

Circe: Yes, I am. What brings you all here to Aeaea 

Placing a clutched fist over his heart and bowing in respect to her presence even though they don’t even know who she was, Circe had gained some respect for the foreigners on her island since they weren’t quick to try and take over Aeaea or do something that we people of modern society now label a crime.  

Y/n: My name is Y/n and that *points to short-haired blonde* is my second-in-command, Leo. We have traveled far and wide, meeting civilizations that you haven’t heard of. We wish to set up camp here and in exchange for letting all of us rest our weary souls, we will hand you our treasures.  

Circe: May I see these treasures?  

Y/n: Of course. Leo! Bring our potential host what we’ve gathered!  

Heading inside the ship with another person, Leo and one of Y/n’s crew pulled out a large trunk and dropped in front of Circe’s feet as the two stood beside the chest to either move it back into the ship or move it into where Circe lived. Out of courtesy, Leo opened the chest as Circe’s eyes gazed upon treasures that don’t look of Greek origin. They are treasures from places you and I know them as Egypt and Scandinavia. She inspected and looked at the condition of the treasures and despite being on a ship, rocking back and forth with the waves lapping against the bottom of the ship, they were kept in pristine condition. Placing the treasure back in the chest and promptly closed up by Y/n, his crew waiting on Circe’s word.  

Circe: Y/n, would you mind lending some men over to deliver your offerings to my home? And when you sent up your tents, that you mind the surroundings and stay away from my garden?  

Y/n: Of course. You hear that, boys?! Time to whip out the tents!  

As evening descended and Y/n’s crew were celebrating over a large feast with lots of meat and barrels of ale brought out. Circe, inside her mansion, was making notes of a combination of herbs in her large journal of potions when a knock came at her door. Arising from her seat, she walked over to her front door and gently opened it as the volume of the songs and music increased, but not to where the two couldn’t hear each other.  

Y/n: Thought you didn’t want to be left out, so I brought you food, drink, and me to keep you company, maiden. Would you mind if I come in or should I leave it somewhere?  

Circe: I could use a break from my work. Come in, seat yourself at the table.  

Inside Circe’s mansion was the main dining room where it could be a feast for many sailors, but Y/n’s men were well-mannered enough to give the one hosting them on Aeaea her own space and thought she wouldn’t like it if nearly 60 men took up shelter in her home. Setting the two plates down near each other on the large dining table, Y/n pulled out a seat for Circe and then seated himself. While eating a leg from a pig, Circe saw an unusual practice from Y/n while eating, seeing him pull out a knife and hack off the meat onto the plate, leaving nothing on the bone.  

Circe: Why do you do that?  

Y/n: Do what? *realizes what she meant* Oh! I taught my men to do that so nothing goes to waste. Do you want me to do that with yours as well?  

Circe: No, I was just curious.  

Eating in silence, other than hearing the flapping of their lips from eating such perfectly cooked meat and stopping any opportunity for choking by drinking ale, Circe had forgotten how pleasant it was to have company, to be part of a family even if her guests didn’t think her more than the one who granted them the right to take shelter on Aeaea. It was...refreshing to be in the company of such lively people.  

Circe: Y/n.  

Y/n: Yes, maiden?  

Circe: What lands do you come from? The armor your men wear...it’s not of Greek origin.  

Y/n: You would be right. My men and I aren’t from Greece, we are from a land far away called Geatland. I took these brave souls on a journey that they wouldn’t have imagined in their lifetime, seeking new lands and fighting new beasts. We aren’t satisfied until we die in battle.  

Circe: Even when you are all old and your body cannot fight anymore?  

Y/n: Even when our bodies are old and our bodies cannot fight anymore.  

Circe: I do not know whether to call you “foolish” or “noble”.  

Y/n: Many men have called us foolish, they soon sang a different tune. I shall see to it that you will as well.  

Circe: We shall see.  

Y/n: I don’t remember you telling me your name, maiden. Only fair since you asked for mine.  

Circe: Smitten with me already?  

Y/n: Maybe I am. Never seen a girl with hair as red as yours and there’s much about you I would love to learn.  

Circe: Circe.  

Y/n: Circe...a beautiful name for a girl like you.  

Circe: *small smile* Flattery like that will get you somewhere.  

Y/n: “Somewhere”? And where is this somewhere?  

Circe: We’ll find out with time.  

As Circe said, with time, the two had found a mutual friendship with each other and Circe had time to get to know the rest of the Geats and form some sort of bond with them, but not as strong a bond as she had with Y/n. He was the voice for the rest of them and knew their interests at heart very well, then again, they had spent at least a couple of months with each other. The witch didn’t want to say she was in love because her love for someone has only ended in her being left alone. Glaukos...Daedalus...she didn’t want to feel that same way when Y/n inevitably leaves her.  

Still, the two found it wise to be friends and if they didn’t want to be friends, then to not make enemies of each other. Circe had the mystical arts at her side, but that can only get her so far against the battle-hardened, fight until we die soldiers of Y/n’s small army of Geats. Living on the island of Aeaea wasn’t as hard as it once was, as the soldiers of Y/n’s Geat army would occasionally help her and invite her to their feasts and she would supply them with very helpful spells or potions. 

During one feast, it was much quieter than the feast on their first arrival on Aeaea, so Circe used this time to experiment until a knock came at her door. She already knew who it was, so she just opened the door and invited Y/n in as he did the same actions as he did the first day. 

Circe: Y/n? 

Y/n: Hmm? 

Circe: How long do you plan to stay here? 

Y/n: Probably for as long as we live or until we defeat those monsters off on your shores. Those monsters…what are they called? 

Circe: Scylla is the one with six dog heads and the one beneath the seas is called Charybdis. You don’t plan on killing both, are you? 

Y/n: Yes, I do. Planning and pre-meditation, however, are also key factors. My men and I have slain countless monsters. 

Circe: What if you were to die fighting them? Don’t you care about how others might feel if you died? 

Y/n: My men have accepted death. They’ll hold a funeral in my place and Leo would take over, then when he dies the cycle repeats. It’s fine. 

Circe: What about me?! I care for you! 

Her sudden outburst had Y/n taken aback. When it came to romance, love, and all that, it meant very little to Y/n and to his men because of the dangers of his own lifestyle, always putting the one he loved in a constant state of worry. The thought of settling down with someone, a woman as beautiful and magical, both metaphorically and literally, as Circe was a thought that hadn’t cross his mind. As tears welled up in the nymph’s eyes, Y/n could do what he thought might help and place his palm on her cheek as she held it gently there as he rubbed the tears away with his thumb, ever so gently.

Y/n: I’m so sorry, Circe. I’ve been doing this for such a long time; I’ve grown insensitive to those who live a different lifestyle than my men and I.

Circe: You can still kill both Scylla and Charybdis if you wish, I won’t stop you…but…please, I want to help you. I love you, Y/n.

Circe knows how powerful a weapon like love can be. By revealing to Y/n that she loves him, he has revealed the greatest weakness everyone has. Circe knows that Y/n could just hurt her in ways unimaginable to the gods of any realm and all it takes is just one word.

Y/n: I…I love you too. Your beauty and kindness are treasures that I hold near and dear to my heart, I only long to have that more than my men.

Circe: *slight smile* And you’ll get it. Would you mind…sleeping with me?

Y/n: We’ve only just started. I need to get reacquainted with this, so give me some time and I’ll eventually move in with you.

And with time, before Y/n would end up claiming the lives of both Scylla and Charybdis in one day, Circe had decided to help shield Y/n with a combination of herbs in water. Leading him to the bath inside her mansion, Y/n had undressed; revealing the many scars all over his body in different places, as he slowly went into the bath as Circe undressed as well and joined him. Along with the stress running off his body as Circe used a cloth to coat his body in the magical water, Circe saw the scars of many different sizes and shapes more profoundly as the two lovers’ heads were almost in kissing distance, all that was needed was for someone to move their head forward and their lips would be locked.

Circe: If you want, I could have something made to heal your scars.

Y/n: I appreciate the offer, but I’d have to refuse. These scars…each tell a story to me, reminds me of my experience and how far my men and I have come.

As she was washing his body, Circe couldn’t help but stare into Y/n’s (e/c) eyes and him with her green eyes. As they stared into each other’s eyes, their lips magnetically attracted to each other as the two locked lips in the bath, their eyes closed as Circe wrapped her arms around Y/n’s neck, dropping the rag onto the floor as Y/n wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, the water lapping on their bodies as they made love to one another in the bath.

Seeing Y/n and the other Geats set sail to kill Scylla and Charybdis, Circe couldn’t help but think of herself carrying Y/n’s future heir, whether that heir be a son or a daughter, who knows. She was more than giddy and confident in the Geats’ ability to monster slay, she prepared them a victory feast. As night descended, Circe saw the lights of the ship being pulled into shore and after one to two minutes, the Geats, along with their leader of Y/n appeared with a feast of meat from the pigs. As the other Geats were singing and drinking their heads off,  Y/n and Circe enjoyed their meal inside as Circe saw that Scylla and Charybdis had given Y/n a new scar; an eyepatch.

Y/n: Circe.

Circe: Yes, my love?

Y/n: Would you like to leave this island and come to Geatland? Your talents are best put to use when people other than me are requiring them.

Circe: As long as I travel with you, I’d travel the world with you.

And so, the two lovers traveled made their way from Aeaea to Geatland. While making their way to Geatland, Circe had given birth to Y/n’s son. And the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree as Y/n and Circe would be known as the grandfather and grandmother to legendary Geatish hero who killed Grendel, Beowulf, as Y/n’s son was Beowulf’s father, Ecgtheow.

                                                                           

Though, when Nordic mythology was born, Y/n and the other Geats and Circe, would be a part of the Einherjar fighting at Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods.

Circe x Male!Reader - Our Hearts Grow Fonder
Kind of hard finding a pic that didn't show tits or something like that. I get that she's in the DC universe, but nah.

Also, in the book, there was a scene where Circe gets raped by sailors and turned them into pigs, so after reading this you and the other Geats ate the sailors.

No options for this one because I got a request by :iconcybertron343: to do Nu Wa.

Don't worry, if people don't make anymore requests, the suggestions for the next one have some pretty hot waifu goddesses. (HINT HINT)
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There were many fancy shmancy places all of the considered 1% people go to. Four Seasons is probably one that came to mind because they are a recognized brand that has spread all over the country of the USA. And it is in a Four Seasons hotel where a certain (h/c) bellboy was near his wit’s end with his current “slavemaster”, the customer.  

Customer: No, no...put it over there.  

Y/n: Here? (I swear to God, I’m going to choke this motherfucker to death if he says no.)  

Customer: Hmm...  

Y/n: (Say “yes”...say it...)  

Customer: Sure, let’s go with there. Gently now, all those clothes cost more than you, I’m sure.  

Slowly putting the luggage made of solid gold down as gently as putting in a baby in a crib, our bellboy Y/n walked outside the hotel room and held out his hand for a tip, only getting a high-five in the process and a door slammed in his face. This wasn’t exactly what he had imagined when he had gotten out of college, but the job pays well...when you know, the manager actually gives him the paycheck. His day not even halfway over and he had already called it quits. When the coast was clear, he went out to the balcony and pulled out from his pocket a vape pen and did what you would normally do when you’re stressed and have a vape pen. It wasn’t a habit for him to vape recreationally, it was more of a stress reliever.  

Keeping up appearances, he had placed the vape pen back in his pocket and went back to the lobby where he should be by way of the good ol’ elevator. Exiting the elevator and returning to his normal post of standing near the entrance doors and smile and say “Welcome to the Four Seasons”. While greeting the guests, our bellboy gets a tap on his shoulder by his manager, also known as the one that pays him. Very prim and proper, this guy. Photogenic face, black short hair slicked back, a smile that showed his teeth. This was a guy in Y/n’s mind as he described as someone who takes it up the ass for management. Gesturing him to follow him, they went to a secluded area out of earshot from any employee or customer as Y/n looked pretty indifferent while his manager seemed a bit...too happy.  

Manager: Listen, Y/n, I know you’re probably wondering where your paycheck is.  

Y/n: That’s one of the thoughts in my head. The others are; “why haven’t I resigned yet?” and “where did it all go wrong?”.  

Manager: Well, I have it right here in my desk, but I was wondering if you’re willing to spend a couple hours here to act as room service, I’ll be sure to throw in 30% more pay.  

Y/n:...Sure.  

Manager: Great! I knew I could count on you! And if there are no complaints, then I’ll throw in a little extra.  

As night descended, Y/n was running all over the hotel, going up and down and taking his weird ass requests from the fancy boys that fuel his paycheck, he was completely drenched in sweat, so he decided to stop by one of the bathrooms and wash his face before going back and getting two weeks’ worth of cardio. Exiting the bathroom, he almost collided with one of the patrons; if this were a normal day where he wasn’t mad from the stress, he’d probably consider her a dame. And it shows too; back length white hair, green eyes that had the gaze of Medusa, reducing any man that came her way to nothing more than stone. Her black dress hugged her hourglass figure in all the right ways. She’d definitely steal the hearts and minds of men, but not a pissed off, on the job Y/n. 

Y/n: Sorry. 

Woman: Rough day at the office? 

Y/n: Like you wouldn’t believe. 

Woman: You should probably put in your two weeks, sugar. Find a different line of work. 

Y/n: I’ve tried…five times! 

Woman: Hmm…maybe, when the party is over, meet me in the lobby. I could give you an offer for a job you might be interested in. 

Y/n: And whose name should I shout? 

Felicia: *offers handshake* Felicia. Felicia Hardy. 

Y/n: Yeah…no. I’m not willing to do drugs with you. 

Not letting rejection get to her, the woman dressed in black slightly shrugged it off and walked the same direction she was going; the elevator. As she pressed the button to call the elevator, she looked over her shoulder to see Y/n, looking indifferent. 

Felicia: I wasn’t kidding about looking for a new job after today, though. Heard the party was going to be killer. 

Y/n: Whatever Felicia. If that is your real name. 

Felicia: (Sounds just as good as when he says it.) *smiles* It is, baby. 

The elevator bell ringing, she walked inside and pressed a button. Before the doors had closed completely, she blew him an air kiss, making him a bit more dead inside about how he had gotten to where he was in life. Walking towards the elevator and pressing the button, waiting for it to go up. 

On a different floor, the usual security guards do their patrolling and usual check-ups of the occasional drunk civi that passes through. As a guard wanted to do a check of one of the suited male individuals, the suited male shanked the guard and hid his body as more individuals dressed in suits, like a mafia. Some of the mafiosos had bags on them and placed them on the floor and unzipped them to reveal submachine guns and assault rifles as from out of the shadows was the mob boss himself; Hammerhead. 

Hammerhead: Alright, you know the drill. No one moves in and no one gets out. Round up the stragglers and have ‘em 

With the worst timing possible, the elevator dings as none other than our bellboy was in it and sees all of the shit going down. The dead guard, the guns, the mafiosos, and most importantly, he sees Hammerhead’s face. With wide eyes and the fastest finger in the west, he was immediately spamming a floor that wasn’t this floor as the mafiosos had their guns trained on him while the elevators were closing, but what stopped them from firing was the order made by Hammerhead. 

Hammerhead: This always happens. We split up from here; you guys are with me, we stick with the original plan. The rest of ya, find ‘im and kill him! 

Booking it out of the elevator and onto a random floor, Y/n decided that since most of the guests are up at the party on the roof, the rooms would be vacant. As he was evading the mafia, seeing them go into rooms and pulling people out by force, he went into one of the vacated rooms to try and get a grasp on what the hell is happening in his life. 

Y/n: (Okay, when did it all go wrong? I think it was when I went to college trying to major in art. Something tells me I’d be feeding myself to the wolves when I try to make a break for the exit. So, my only options are wait it out or try and fight them.) 

As he was thinking, he heard steps coming closer to the door and hearing the knob turning, quickly and quietly, he took off his shoes because their heels would make too much noise, even on carpet, he carried his loafers in his hands and hid in the closet, pressing himself against the wall to try and hide in the shadow as much as possible. Seeing two men walk in, but they were people that he could possibly handle. Very low-level grunts that didn’t offer much, only armed with submachine guns and pistols. 

Mafioso: He’s nowhere here on the 76th floor. 

Hammerhead: That’s what he wants you to think! Double, no, triple check those floors! 

Mafioso: Got it boss. *turns off radio* Let’s check this room out and check the floors again. 

As the mafios were checking the bathroom, it would only be a matter of time before one of their ugly faces would shine a flashlight in his face or worse, a gun. Slowly putting his loafers beside him to free both hands to be ready to get to throw hands, he heard the steps of someone getting closer and closer to the closet, only he could see from his opening that the mafio was checking under the bed, but the other was nowhere to be heard or seen. Moving quietly to the other side of the open closet, remembering that there was someone checking the bed, he saw the other checking the bathroom. He saw a desk lamp he could use to hit one of them over the head, but starting the fight in general would alert the guy in the bathroom. 

Y/n: (I can’t tunnel vision someone. I need to make sure one is occupied so they don’t turn the guns on me. This needs to be fast and quick.) 

Moving as fast as he could, he yanked the desk lamp out of its socket and hit the mafio that was checking the bed over the head with it. He was stunned, though for a second as the other mafio quickly popped out of the bathroom, submachine gun drawn, so Y/n yanked out the second desk lamp and threw it at him, getting the mafio’s finger off of the trigger, so the bellboy ran to him and did a textbook german suplex on him. Seeing the other mafio recovering from the lamp shot, Y/n ran towards him and tried to tackle him against the wall, and that did happen, but the mafio has better combat prowess than some normal guy replicating pro wrestling as the gunman slammed Y/n’s head against the large glass window, cracking it but not shattering it. Instead of being pushed through the glass, Y/n dodged his hand and snaked around him while grabbing his SMG and kicked him out the window, breaking it and sending the mafio to his death. 

Y/n: (Quick! Make a Schwarzenegger one-liner!) You are...terminated...no, no, no...I could do better. Nope, can’t, moment’s passed. 

Hearing the guy he german suplexed starting to get back up, he speared him to the bathroom, but before the mafio’s back hit the sink, he got behind Y/n and shoved him into the sink, breaking the mirror with glass shards cutting up his face slightly and doing some damage to his shoulder. The mafioso composes himself and cocks his gun and out of impulse, Y/n grabbed one of the mirror shards and lunged towards his assailant, fatally stabbing him in the neck with the horror of the realization that he just killed someone and watching their horrified look on their face made it all the more horrid. Even if he did just try to kill him, Y/n really didn’t want to kill that guy. The one he threw out the window wasn’t as bad because he wasn’t seeing them see their life flash before their eyes before taking in that final breath and seeing that dead carcass lying on the bathroom floor, made Y/n vomit. 

Y/n: *slaps himself and takes a breath* (You can do this Y/n, just like the video games. You can’t just sit around and lie on your ass to wait for either them to kill you or for Spider-Man to pop his head out of somewhere. I got to do this. I gotta be that guy to save the day. For these people, even if they are assholes, but most importantly; my paycheck.) 

Marvel Universe x Male!Reader - Scent of Money 1/2
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Was also thinking of making the pairing someone normal but completely out of his league like Black Widow, Elektra, or Silver Sable (more leaning towards Silver and Elektra since I don't see anything on those gals) but like the title, I will leave that to y'all.
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When you're bored, so you create a Marvel Universe Reader Insert where the reader is nothing more than a normal dude.

Which is what I'm doing currently.

FFXV TGS Lunafreya Speech by popdood
Years before Noctis and the others would take the road trip to change their lives and strengthen their bond between each other, Y/n’s position during his nearing of adulthood was to teach magic to the prince like his adoptive father and act in tandem with the Messenger, with Gentiana being as cryptic as she was while Y/n interpreted those messages, mostly to Noctis as Lunafreya seemed to get the gist of what Gentiana met, as she was more accustomed to hearing her talk since she met her at birth. 

When visiting the annexed Imperial territory of Tenebrae by train, Y/n was dressed in a formal attire, dressed in something akin to Crowe Altius’ Kingsglaive attire though obviously focused more on the formal appearance than combat proficiency and tailored to a male’s body. When the train had stopped, Y/n had grabbed his bag filled with spare clothes as he were to spend a couple of days and nights overseeing that future Oracle is up to the task. Stepping off of the train with the other passengers, Y/n was immediately greeted by the Oracle as if the people standing aside and kneeling in her presence weren’t dead giveaways. Instead of kneeling like the citizens she serves, Y/n did a quick courtesy bow and Lunafreya returned the favor before the two would walk side by side to the palace. 

Lunafreya: I hope the ride over here wasn’t too taxing on you. 

Y/n: I still have energy in me to walk around, stand there and look tough, and do whatever. 

While most would talk to the Oracle in a more formal diction, Y/n wasn’t that kind of person. After teaching Noctis the basics of elemancy, his casual tone towards his own student would influence how he talked to both the True King and the Oracle. He did, however, act polite and all that when in front of the people of Tenebrae and soldiers of Niflheim, as he is representing Lucis on behalf of King Regis. Lunafreya didn’t mind the more casual tone in Y/n’s voice, it humbled her as he didn’t treat her like she was on a grand pedestal, rather like two friends getting together for lunch and some Ebony. 

Lunafreya: I heard that you were teaching Noctis magic. 

Y/n: My father teaches both the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive magic and how use and counter spells while what I’m doing right now is my mother’s job. I was the only one available to teach him. 

Lunafreya: Is he a studious one? 

Y/n: Ha, hardly. He tried to slack off, but I showed him the potential if he can master the basics. Though, he is contempt with learning just the basics from me and learning the rest on his own, which is fine by me. 

Lunafreya: Were you at your wit’s end with him? 

Y/n: No. We’ve come to respect each other, in a way. His lax attitude is part of his charm. 

Lunafreya: Earlier you said your father trained the King’s guards, is he a part of them? The Kingsglaive? 

Y/n: Nah. Most of the Kingsglaive now are filled with refugees from Galahd, so he wouldn’t fit in, being an Insomnian native. Besides, he has his hands filled with his magic academy in Insomnia. Also, he’s up there in age. 

Once inside the palace, after confirming the details of the armistice and potential treaty with the Empire’s representative, Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, the union between Lucis and Niflheim would begin with a celebration party in Insomnia as offered by Ardyn with the marriage of Prince Noctis and Oracle Lunafreya in Altissia as offered by Y/n. With the two agreeing that both sides stop fighting and pull out of each other’s respective territories. With the terms agreed upon, Y/n and Ardyn walked out of separate exits of the main palace as Y/n walked through a field of sylleblossoms, stopping on the pathway as sylleblossoms aren’t native flowers in any region in Lucis. 

??? Beautiful, aren’t they? 

Y/n: Hmm? Oh, I’m not much of a flower guy, Lady Lunafreya. 

Lunafreya: I take it that the two of you agreed on something? 

Y/n: Mhmm. Now, I just have to find-- 

???: Lady Lunafreya! 

Interrupting the conversation among the two was a blacksmith, who seemed to be tired from running around the palace. The man had hairstyle similar to Nyx Ulric and a goatee that seemed to grow off his chin. Naturally, he was quite muscular, but he wasn’t exactly Gladio buff, just buff. Sweat ran down his soot-covered skin as the blacksmith composed himself in front of the two magical beings. 

Blacksmith: Lady Lunafreya, do you know where the Imperial High Commander is? I have his shipment of weapons ready for him. I’ve tried checking the barracks, but he wasn’t there, so I came looking for you. 

Lunafreya: Lord Ravus is in his chambers currently. Return to your shop, Abaddon, I will send him to you. 

Abaddon: Thank you, Lady Lunafreya, I’ll return--*notices you* Say, you’re a Lucian right? 

Y/n: Specifically, the one to negotiate the peace treaty. 

Abaddon: I have a weapon in my shop to give to the king, in honor of the peace treaty! Would you mind giving it to him when you’re back in Insomnia? 

Y/n: Sure, I guess. 

Abaddon: I’ll meet you at the train station then! 

Running off back to his shop, the confusion on Y/n’s face was made apparent to Lunafreya as the two tried to find what they were talking about before the blacksmith interrupted them. 

Lunafreya: That is the local blacksmith here in Tenebrae. He makes weapons and ammunition for the Imperial Army and for my brother, Imperial High Commander Ravus Nox Fleuret. My brother trusts him, as he provides quality weapons, in his words. 

Y/n: If your brother supports him, then I guess I should take the sword. 

Lunafreya: Who are you trying to find? 

Y/n: Oh, right. I’m trying to find the Messenger. 

Lunafreya: Follow me, I will lead you to her. 

Walking through the field of sylleblossoms, the two walked in silence as they went inside of a room that was surrounded by large glass walls and marble cylindrical pillars akin to the Parthenon and a reflective marble floor as the pillars towered to a large, circular roof, however, no artwork was seen displayed on the circular roof. What gave away the purpose of the room was the large bed, with white linen and silk sheet. Standing beside one of the large window was the ever clairvoyant Gentiana. 

Y/n: Thank you, Lunafreya. 

With nothing more than just a simple nod and a wave, the Oracle closes the door, leaving the two “Messengers” from both Lucis and Niflheim to do their divine...orders, as no one knew what went on behind closed doors, not even the King and Oracle. After time had passed and the two had walked out of Lunafreya’s chambers as Gentiana walked off to who knows where and probably disappeared with Y/n returning to the care of Lunafreya. 

Y/n: Alright, with...that done, I should head back now. 

Lunafreya: I’ll lead you back to the train. 

Retracing their route to the train, the two passed by the field of sylleblossoms once more, Lunafreya noticeably stopping with Y/n visually confused as to why. He saw her stare at a particular sylleblossom and bent over to pluck it from the ground, root and all and handed it over to the Magical Advisor, only being more confused. 

Y/n: I’m flattered and all, but-- 

Lunafreya: *light chuckle* It’s for Noctis. 

Y/n: Wait, you have history with the prince? 

Lunafreya: Of course. When we were just kids, the King and him would occasionally visit Tenebrae. Is there something wrong? 

Y/n: No, it’s just...I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’ll be told eventually anyways; you’ll be married to Noct. In Altissia. 

Lunafreya: Splendid. 

Y/n: You don’t sound enthused like I thought you would. 

Lunafreya: He and I are merely just friends. This marriage...it’s more of...how would you say it? It’s better for Noctis to marry someone he knows and likes, even as a friend, than to be married to someone he doesn’t know. 

Y/n: Guess it makes sense, in a way. 

Lunafreya: Of course, there is room for us to grow to love each other, though I do not think it would be possible. I only wish to be loved by someone who sees me as who I am. 

Y/n: I’m sure there’s...someone out there that does. 

The two then lock eyes for a couple of minutes, nothing but the sound of silence and the wind blowing the field of sylleblossoms two and fro, creating this light blue hue in the background and, almost instinctively Lunafreya was talking directly towards Y/n to make a move. To just do it, even if it means screwing his potential friendship with Noctis. Then again, no one else was out in the large garden, just him and her. While locking eyes with each other, they were unaware that their feet were magnetically pulling them closer to each other as the two stood close enough to where Y/n could raise his arms from his sides and hold her gently. The two slowly closed their eyes and had their heads come closer to each other to have their lips meet in the middle as they prepared for that kiss. 

Stopping that kiss, was a gentle palm on Y/n’s pectoral muscle as he snapped out of the trance and looked at Lunafreya without a lustful gaze. 

Lunafreya: *gentle voice* Not now, you have somewhere else to be, don’t you? 

Y/n: Just a quick one, Lunafreya. No one has to know. 

Lunafreya: You’ll come to visit me or I’ll visit you in Altissia or Insomnia. 

Exiting the palace, the two parted ways as Y/n made for the train, but remembered that he was supposed to meet Abaddon at the train station for a sword for the king. Spotting the blacksmith, he approached him as Abaddon presented the sword to the Lucis’ Foreign Ambassador like he was the king. The sword itself was a marvel because of how beautiful it was made, while also sporting an ebony and ivory color scheme. An elaborately decorated sword, it sports a wing-like design on one side of the hilt. 

Y/n: This sword is amazing and beautiful to look at. 

Abaddon: Oh, it’s nothing your worship. I’m just hoping that this peace treaty comes to light so that I may craft more weapons like this with a larger resource pool and for more people. 

Y/n: Well, here’s to hoping. 

Hopping on the train, Y/n looked out the window to see Lunafreya waving him goodbye as he waved back as the train took off from the station. On the way back to Lucis, Y/n couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship that went into the sword for King Regis. 

Albeit unknowingly, Abaddon had created a Royal Arm, known as the Sword of the Father. 

 

~Present Day~ 

~Resting at a haven~ 

Noctis: So, nothing happened between you and Luna? 

Y/n: Nope, she just gave me the sylleblossom to give to you. She also said that it was better for you to marry her since you two are friends than to be married to someone else. 

Noctis: Well, she’s right. Though, I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t get married to her. 

Gladiolus: You’re the reason we’re going to Altissia huh? 

Y/n: Altissia’s beautiful, don’t know what you’re complaining about. It’s a dream for all couples to get married there! 

Prompto: You’re not wrong! I’d totally marry Cindy there! Hey, maybe you and Iggy could plan our weddings! 

Y/n: I don’t think so. 

Ignis: Agreed. 

Prompto: So, Noct, since you consider her your friend; out of the four of us, who would you want her to marry? 

Noctis: I guess, Y/n. She’s known him the longest out of the four of you. Heck, I wouldn’t have mind if he made a move on her. 

Y/n: Good to know, now don’t mind me slipping this poison in your food. 

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret x M!Reader - Something More
The greatest plot twist in the male reader insert series was for the pairing to be with Lunafreya.

The original draft of this was to be a sort of prelude to the FFXV series where there was a relationship between the reader and Lunafreya akin to Lunafreya and Nyx in Kingsglaive; awkward and lots of sexual tension.

Like in the actual one-shot, I always considered the relationship between Lunafreya and Noctis to be best friends getting married; sure it's not the best of things, but it could sure as hell be a lot worse.
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In the lands of Ancient China, the Jade Emperor was seen as the bridge between the Gods and Mortals. For couple of millennia, the Jade Emperors prior were usually competent and fair, but the current one, Zhou of Shang, was agreed upon as the worst one yet. This can be chalked up to one thing and her name is Da Ji. Zhou of Shang had desecrated one of Nu Wa’s temples with a poem, declaring his love for the Guardian of Heaven. Angered by such sacrilege, Nu Wa had released upon the mortal world the devious fox spirit, known as Da Ji, who took the form of a seductive and beautiful woman that King Zhou would do anything for, even sacrifice his own people. 

Da Ji’s love of pain, suffering, and misery would be a crucial factor into her plan to either have the Jade Emperor overthrown or killed. The plan was simple; commit many atrocities to the people of China so that the Emperor is removed. While spending time with the Emperor to be his mistress, Da Ji could relate to Nu Wa because the fox spirit saw the Jade Emperor as weak, spineless, and needy. Every touch of his decrepit fingers made her blood boil, every grope of her large breasts made her want to end her own suffering, and every night of pleasure for King Zhou was a night of misery for Da Ji. 

Da Ji, like mortals, had perseverance. The Jade Emperor was blind to all of Da Ji’s activities, including her seeing her own true love in Y/n. The man in question is a young farmer, recently purchased his own farm land and lives on his own, and he was nothing more than that. He was also one of the early haters of the Jade Emperor ever since he commissioned one of Da Ji’s signature torture devices, the Paolao, a bronze tower in which naked people were locked up inside, standing on hot coals and left to burn to death. Seeing an accomplice in him, being among the commoners, Da Ji had confided her plan in him and agreed. As they planned, their friendship in each other turned into love, with Da Ji sleeping in his bed when night had come. 

With Da Ji coming up with new ways to make the people seem restless, going as far as having King Zhou approve of killing people just to feed them to Da Ji to satisfy her appetite. Meanwhile, down on the streets, shouting the great injustices of the Jade Emperor to get them all riled up and ready for a revolution. Before the day would be known as the overthrowing of King Zhou, Da Ji and Y/n met in Y/n’s home as night descended. 

Y/n: What happens after our plan works? You’d be run out of town, Da Ji or killed. 

Da Ji: I was planning to leave anyway, maybe make for lands far from here. 

Y/n: Then I’ll leave with you! 

Da Ji: Y/n, it was a mistake for me to fall in love with you. 

Y/n: What do you mean? I don’t remember doing anything to displease you. 

Da Ji: It’s not what you did, its what you are. 

Y/n: I...don’t quite understand. 

Da Ji: Allow me to show you. 

Unveiling the illusion casted upon her nine-tails, Da Ji’s orange and white-tipped bushy tails swayed to and fro, Y/n’s eyes widening at the fact that he loved and made love to a spirit, a fox spirit no less. 

Y/n: You’re...a spirit? 

Da Ji: I was sent here by Nu Wa to get rid of the Jade Emperor by any means necessary. Falling in love with you, however, was my own choice. I never felt more happier than staying by your side, hearing you whisper in my ear how much you love me and what you would wish for us in the future, as much as I do with you. 

Y/n: I don’t care if you’d outlive me or not, Da Ji! I want the rest of my life to be spent with you or in worship of you! You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t want to lose you... 

For once in her life, Da Ji smiled towards something that wasn’t pain, misery, or the suffering of others. The nine-tailed fox had never thought that the love and affection of someone, a mortal no less, would bring her eternal happiness. Then again, it was probably a thought in the back of her head that the suffering of others would only bring her temporary pleasure, while this love and devotion brought to her by Y/n is a wholly new feeling, one that she’s never experienced before in her lifetime. 

Taking a step closer to Y/n, where her breasts were basically touching his chest, her tails coiled around him gently as she placed her hands on both of his cheeks while he wrapped his arms around her lower back, her nine tails making it impossible for the farmer to wrap his arms around her curvy waistline. 

Da Ji: I love you too. I couldn’t possibly imagine a world without you, my dear~ 

Y/n: Would you allow me to show just how much I love you? 

Da Ji: Only if you allow me to do the same. 

As the pleasant night came to a close with the afterglow starting to come to effect, before Y/n and Da Ji would succumb to their fatigue of getting it on, the two lie in bed staring into each other’s eyes and caressing each other’s faces. 

Y/n: You’re so...beautiful...never have I seen a woman so gorgeous as you. 

Da Ji: You’ve always fascinated me, Y/n. You never strived for more than what you were given, always content even though you could have strived for more. 

Y/n: If I did, I never would have met you. 

The foxy vixen let out a chuckle that would melt the heart of men in an instant. Under the sheets, they held each other closer, with no gap in between them as they slept in each other’s arms, simply happy by being there with each other, even though the uncertainty of the ensuing riot would leave the two lovers in a compromising position, yet they would die in synchronization and still remain happy. 

When the revolution came in full force, China burned. The people burned all things associated with the Jade Emperor and as the mob approached the palace and the bedroom, they would find King Zhou, who had committed suicide by ingesting poison. Meanwhile, Da Ji had become a spirit while Y/n would walk and reside in what is now known as Mongolia. If there were any man who would threaten Y/n by killing him or taking his crops, Da Ji would come down in the night and slaughter those related but not kill those who had threaten him in the first place. 

After all, the fear and terror on their faces satiated her desires of misery and what satisfied her, satisfied him. 

Da Ji x Male!Reader - Misery Loves Company
Meh, imo.

The question that made this Smite insert long was; should I use the normal skin or the anime skin?

No options on this one because over the summer, I read a book for English that is myth related so the next mythology insert will be;

Circe, not the DC villainess.
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Persona 5 Sales by popdood
Before going to the subway that leads to the Phantom Thieves hideout, Y/n’s seeing-eye dog, Kerberos, ran up to his master and gave him an affirmative lick of his palm to let his master know he is there. But, 
Kerberos had a nose that could smell even the faintest of things and usually wasn’t hostile, but started growling at Akira. 

Akira: Is he gonna attack me? 

Y/n: No. That’s weird, he usually isn’t hostile. What’s wrong, boy? 

Morgana: Wait, is he smelling me?! 

Willing to test the theory that Kerberos hates cats, Akira held his bag that had Morgana in it and held it closer to Kerberos, which resulted in him barking at it fiercely and repetitively as he placed the bag back on his shoulder. 

Akira: I think he hates cats. 

Y/n: He does? *baby voice* Oh boy, why are you such a stereotypical dog? I thought you were better than that. *normal voice* Maybe your cat should get more acquainted with my dog. You know, to get on friendlier terms. 

Morgana: NO! Do NOT put me anywhere NEAR that mutt! 

Akira: Says no. 

Y/n: Eh, aw well. We gave it a shot. Don’t worry, on the subway, I already paid for the pet fines. 

Going onto the subway train that goes to Shibuya, Y/n and Akira found a seat and to make room for more people, Kerberos sat on Y/n’s lap. To help pass the time, the two talked to each other about random things in school and since Akira was technically his senpai, he wanted to make sure his kohai was alright. 

Akira: How’s school going for you? I wanted to know how being a blind student would differ from a normal one—sorry if that seemed offensive. 

Y/n: Don’t worry, call me whatever you want. Blind, crippled, disabled...doesn’t matter in the slightest for me. It’s like a status symbol and I wear it with pride. 

Akira: Okay, thanks for letting me know. 

Y/n: No problem at all. School’s going well, because I have to read braille, tests and homework usually come days or weeks before everyone else. 

Akira: Interesting. 

Y/n: It is quite interesting. 

Feeling the train stop and hearing the announcer say the current stop was Shibuya, so Akira tapped Y/n, who then signaled for Kerberos to get off. After walking a bit and distancing themselves from the subway, Y/n could feel sunlight’s warm grace touch his skin, a very homey and inviting feeling as if he was experiencing a hug from his mother when he was just a babe. 

Y/n: Where are we? Are we...outside? I can feel sunlight, though it is faintly warm...sunset? 

Akira: We’re on the connector bridge, there is a giant column of glass towards the outside here. 

Y/n: Good location. I don’t mind it. Wait...your friends are here. 

Akira: How can you hear them? 

Y/n: People of certain weights have a certain echo in their step. Plus, if they have a certain hairstyle or accessories, I try and focus on that too. To keep myself from boring you, each person walks differently. You may not pick it up yourself, but I tend to since I have nothing else to go on. 

Akira: Now that I’m thinking about it, you probably won’t see us in action. We’re still figuring out missing details. 

Joining in the conversation were the other three members of the Phantom Thieves, though Y/n still had his back towards them not because he was a complete jerk, no as far as they were concerned, he was still a respectful student and treated them as his superiors, until they get snarky that is. He just loves the feeling of sunlight on his face. 

Ryuji: So, you brought the underclassman over? Guess the gig is up! Yeah, that’s right kid! Your senpais are the Phantom Thie-- 

Ann: *elbows Ryuji in the side* Not so loud! 

Ryuji: Ow! Sorry...you get what I mean. 

Y/n: Hard to believe you’re my superior, Sakamoto-senpai. 

Ryuji: Woah, that sounded so...formal. “Sakamoto-senpai”...never thought I’d get referred as that. 

Y/n: *sarcastic voice* My apologies, Ryu-tan. 

Ryuji: *grinds teeth* Can we kick this kid out?! 

Yusuke: Should we properly catch him up on our recent case? 

Ann: Oh yeah. Listen closely Y/n; we’re trying to bust what we believe to be illegal drug trafficking-- 

Y/n: --From Kaneshiro, right? 

Those three words put a face of confusion on all the members of the Phantom Thieves, seeing as how their newest member immediately figured out who was behind the drug trafficking while they were busting their chops trying to get people to talk. 

Ryuji: You can’t see it, but we’re a bit miffed to how you discovered that before us. 

Y/n: Did you guys ever talk to the underclassmen? Their lips aren’t as sealed like you upperclassmen, so getting their gums to flap isn’t that hard. 

Ann: *slaps forehead in realization* We’re such idiots. 

Yusuke: Did you get a location? 

Y/n: No. They only meet them through his associates. “It’s just a hand off to a location they specify and its easy money” he said. Though, if I interpret it correctly, Kaneshiro intends to bleed you for every last drop, so to speak. 

Ryuji: Least we got a name, now we need a location. 

Y/n: I said I didn’t know where he was. 

Akira: Umm, how do I put it? His main place of operations, you know, where his associates frequent. 

Y/n: That’s easy; Shibuya. 

MetaNav App: Match detected. 

Y/n: I didn’t realize there was another person here! 

Ryuji: Dude! He’s filling out the MetaNav for us! I take back my bad comment about you, now! 

Y/n: MetaNav? 

Ann: It’s an app that lets us do our work. 

Y/n: You guys are hackers? Like that one hacker group that keeps appearing in the news? What was their name again...? 

Akira: No. 

Y/n: Aww...that would’ve been so cool, meeting a hacker. 

Ann: Shouldn’t we be using him for this? I mean, he’s a person too. 

Y/n: I’m helping you guys out. It’s fine. I’m an asset! 

Ann: Well...if he’s that enthused about it, I guess there’s no harm. 

Ryuji: Alright, last one Y/n! If you were Kaneshiro, how would you interpret Shibuya? 

Y/n: What do you mean by “interpret Shibuya”? It’s a city. There’s nothing to interpret...unless...oh! That’s what you mean by interpret Shibuya! Well, if we’re to assume that he has more than just students at Shujin and he’s making more than what he put out like stocks...hmm...not a stock exchange... 

MetaNav App: No match detected. 

Y/n: Yeah...that confirms it...a bank? 

MetaNav App: Match detected. Plotting course. 

Ryuji: Yo! He did it! 

Y/n: Come now, it’s nothing special. Besides, what does that app even-- 

~Metaverse~ 

Y/n: --Do? Woah...where’s the sunlight gone? And why did it become so quiet? 

Skull: Uhhh...should we--? 

Panther: He got us this far, he should at least be a part of the process now. 

Y/n: Uhh, what are you guys talking about? 

Joker: This’ll get complicated... 

~After an explanation~ 

Y/n: Oh...I see. I’ll try to use your codenames when Kerberos starts acting hostile for no reason. Unless the cat is now out of the bag. 

Mona: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Call off your mutt! It’s biting my head! 

Within the jaws of the German Shepherd was Mona’s head, being flailed around like a ragdoll as Kerberos was playing with Mona like the chew toy he is portrayed to be in the Metaverse. 

Y/n: I don’t know, you did call him a “mutt” and “it”. 

Mona: *crying* Panther, do something please... *sobbing* 

Panther: Y/n... 

Y/n: Fine. 

With a snap of the fingers (half of all life in the universe disappeared), the German Shepherd let go of Mona, visible teeth marks on his head, as they all walked out of the empty train station and out into the city of Shibuya, where they find walking ATMs wandering about. 

Joker: This is...getting weird... 

Y/n: What’s happening?! 

Fox: Walking ATMs... 

Y/n: Walking ATMs? 

Fox: So, Kaneshiro’s perceptions of the area can change how we see things. These walking ATMs are how he sees people. 

Y/n: Wow...fascinating. Who knew there was a world like this right under our noses? How do you guys usually do this? 

Mona: Well, this thing called a Palace resides their Treasure, a manifestation of their darkest desires, and we take it. But Shibuya’s a big place, but the Palace itself makes itself pretty obvious compared to its surroundings. 

Y/n: Then, it should be a piece of cake, right? 

Mona: That’s the problem! There’s no building that stands out from the rest! 

Y/n: Let’s go on a scavenger hunt, chew toy. 

Going to where in the real world where the shops would be, there were a large amount of ATM people, most of them in working condition, but there were some that were damaged beyond repair and after not saying anything much, other than what their real-life counterpart must be thinking, they would cease to function anymore. Despite the talking, they weren’t able to discern a location from anyone of them. 

Y/n: We’ve talked to everyone here and they aren’t very helpful. 

Panther: That’s a...harsh way of putting it. 

Y/n: Is it? Gotta work on my word--Ow! My ears! 

Joker: What’s wrong? 

Y/n: How do you guys not hear that?! It’s loud like a vacuum! 

Kerberos started to howl in pain as the other Phantom Thieves and eventually the Thieves that didn’t bend over in pain started to see what the Palace was about, but as it was hovering over them, Y/n and Kerberos starting screaming louder and grating their ears apart, as if they were being tortured. 

Fox: Let’s continue this conversation when we can clearly hear each other. 

~Real World~ 

Y/n: What an awful experience! I hate that world! Never again shall I submit myself to cruel and unusual punishments... 

Ryuji: It wasn’t that bad. Get over yourself. 

Y/n: ”It wasn’t that bad”?! It was like nails against a chalkboard while that same person is forking a plate at 10000dB! 

Morgana: Focus on the topic at hand! The Palace, as of now, is unreachable! 

Y/n: What do you mean, “unreachable”? 

Akira: It’s a UFO. 

Y/n: Really?! Makes up for the pain I endured. 

Ryuji: Any proposed solutions from you, Y/n? 

Y/n: To reach it? I don’t know, I’m not experienced enough in this...cognitive stuff. 

Yusuke: Hmm, then we’ll postpone it till a solution arises. 

Y/n: Oh wait! Before I forget! 

Opening his bag, Y/n rummaged through the organization of it and felt around for a slip of paper. When his fingers grasped the white paper, Y/n handed it to Akira as the leader of the Phantom Thieves saw it as an early dismissal pass. 

Y/n: If you plan on meeting up or whatever, just knock on my homeroom door 10 minutes before dismissal. Show it to your teacher and he or she will let you leave early with me on the pretense you’ll escort me home. If you’re not gonna meet up, just don’t bother coming or come and have an excuse to leave early, fine by me either way. 

Ryuji: Bro, you got more of those on the down low? 

Unbeknownst to them, their conversation was recorded by a certain student council president. 

Persona 5 Harem x Male!Reader - Chapter 3
Previous: Persona 5 Harem x Male!Reader - Chapter 2

Unsuprisingly, Makoto is main girl. Just because it's unsuprising doesn't mean I don't agree with it.

Funnily enough, Noctis' voice actor (Ray Chase) is the train announcer guy, Prompto's voice actor (Robbie Daymond) is Goro Akechi, and Tredd Furia's voice actor (Max Mittleman) is Ryuji Sakamoto. LAVA bois!
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Maxresdefault (1) by popdood
When Noctis and company returned to Hammerhead to tune up the Regalia and repaint it its nice shade of black, Y/n and Prompto were lounging around in Takka’s Diner, eating some fries, burgers, and salads for Prompto. Y/n tried his best to engage in conversation about something, but Prompto was too busy on his phone, though he wasn’t playing King’s Knight, since he wasn’t getting frustrated, no...this was something else. 

Y/n: Whatcha looking at Prompto? Lewd photos of Cindy? 

Prompto: Hah! No, but the website I’m on does offer those kinds of art. 

Y/n: What’s the website? 

Prompto: DeviantArt! 

Y/n: DeviantArt? What’s that? 

Prompto: It’s this place that accepts art! Photos, art, and even stories! 

Y/n: Oh, is that where you post your photos? 

Prompto: Yeah! I got like, thousands of watchers bro! I made an announcement that I was going to start writing and I think I’m almost done. 

Y/n: Ooohwhatcha writing? 

PromptoAn fanfic with our goddess, Cindy. 

Y/n: Why not just ask her out yourself? 

Prompto: This isn’t for me! It’s for my fans! My Chocobros! Besides, I wouldn’t want to date the Cindy I’m writing. 

Y/n: Oh? Why? I thought you accepted all forms of your goddess. 

Prompto: Yeah, but...this Cindy is what people call “yandere”. 

Y/n: I heard about those kinds of women. Crazy as hell. Who was the one people are crazy about? 

Prompto: I think...uh...Yuno something. Anyway, here’s a sneak peek! 

Before going through the process of submitting the work, Prompto slid his phone to Y/n as he began to start reading Prompto’s first insert. 

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The gang arrived in Hammerhead since the Regalia was in, let’s say, less favorable conditions. No worries though, since the Goddess of Gears, Cindy was always there to help out the boys, sometimes for a fee and sometimes for free. Anyhow, while the guys were out doing their own thing, the suave and sexy photographer, Prompto, tried to court the Goddess while she was driving the Regalia into the garage. 

Prompto: Umm, hey Cindy. 

Cindy: Hmm? 

She turned around out of curiosity. Prompto, having the good eye he does, spots the make-up underneath all that oil and grim from fixing cars all day. Not to mention, her green eyes were brought out by her fair skin and blonde hair. Did I mention her goods were on display as well? Prompto tried to focus as best he could, but being acknowledged by your Goddess was hard, since, well...it’s your Goddess! 

Cindy: Hey PromptoAnythang you want? 

Oh, that country girl accent...how beautiful it was to hear...her best trait by far. 

Prompto: Um, I was wondering...would you mind going to dinner with me in Lestallum? 

Here comes the pitch... 

Cindy: Sorry, but I was hoping for someone else to ask. 

And the game is over, Mets lose. 

Prompto: Someone else?! Who? 

Cindy: I was sorta hoping for Y/n to ask me. Please do a gal a favor and don’t tell him I like him. 

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Y/n: Wait, why me? 

Prompto: *mouthful* Because...*swallows* I’m not gonna put Noct in that situation. It would be completely OOC for Ignis to be it. I’m not going to put that heathen Gladio in my first fanfic! I thought you’d be the type to be chill with a psycho girl. 

Y/n: Uh...no one is fine with it. 

Prompto: DeviantArt seems to be fine with it. 

Y/n: I’m not DA. 

Prompto: Aw well, whatevs. Keep reading. 

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Y/n L/n, 22 years of age. Back in Insomnia, he was the teacher of Noctis when it came to the magical arts and even trained some of the Crownsguard to use magic like Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio. While her love for him was somewhat out of nowhere, it was still something to respect, at least in Prompto’s mind. Before he could rejoin his friends, something had knocked him out and dragged him some place. 

Outside the garage, as night descended, Y/n was keeping an eye out for Prompto, who knows where that rascal could have gone to? While on his watch, Cindy decided to stop by for a bit and sat in one of the plastic chairs and sat next to Y/n. To Y/n, if anyone knew about what happened to Prompto, it would have to be Cindy. 

Y/n: Evening, Cindy. 

Cindy: Evening. Regalia’s almost done, just needs a touch more polish. 

Y/n: Do you know what happened to Prompto? He hasn’t come back to us in over a couple of hours. Not like him to disappear on his own. 

Cindy: Oh, shoot! I knew I forgot to tell y’all somethin! That polish I was talkin’ about earlier, Prompto’s fetching it for me. 

Y/n: Oh, well, I guess I can rest at ease. Though, I should probably go check on him. 

Before Y/n could get out of the chair, Cindy placed her hand on his chest to stop him as he sat back down. 

Cindy: He’s fine, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. 

Still, Y/n got up, despite Cindy’s wishes, and because of that, Y/n got knocked out with a single hit to the head with a wrench as Cindy dragged his unconscious body to the garage. Waking up, strapped to a chair, Y/n struggled against the binds that held his ankles and wrists to the chair, but he wasn’t unable to break the ties that bind. 

Familiar voice: Psst! Y/n! 

Y/n: Prompto? Is that you? 

Prompto: We’re gonna die! Cindy’s gonna kill us! 

Y/n: Don’t be ridiculous, she’s not gonna kill us. 

Familiar voice: Well, you’re half right, love. 

Prompto: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! CINDY! 

Standing between the boys was Cindy, who had a look of evil in her eyes as she fiddled with a monkey wrench, which felt like nothing to her as she was walking back and forth between her hostages as they feared what she might do to either of them with the tools a garage has. 

Y/n: This shit won’t last for long, Cindy. Noct and the others will figure you out! 

Cindy: I don’t think so, love. Ya see, I told them that you two went on an errand for me to fetch a couple of things to help spruce up the place and they left without a hitch! 

Prompto: So...what’s gonna happen to us? 

Cindy: I got plans for Y/n here, but you... 

Without hesitation, Cindy swung her monkey wrench at Prompto’s head with such speed and power, you’d think she was a female Gladiolus. Prompto’s body went limp as his lower jaw was just hanging off of his face with just a piece of skin connecting it to his head as the impact from the blow was so severe, the chocobo-loving photographer died instantly. 

Y/n: Prompto! 

Cindy: Aw shucks, are you really crying over him? He’s a blabbermouth. It’s better he’s like this. 

Y/n: You bitch! How dare you say that about him! 

Cindy then dropped her monkey wrench onto the floor and sat on Y/n’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and unzipped her jacket to reveal more of her sex appeal to him. 

Cindy: Like it or not, you’re with me for the next couple o’days. Better get used to it, lover boy~ 

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Y/n: Shouldn’t I be the one that dies? 

Prompto: Nah. Besides, it’s literature! Not like its gonna happen! I was gonna do it for other fandoms I’m interested like-- 

Familiar voice: Heya, smarts! I knew I’d find ya here! 

Interrupting the conversation between chocobros was the Goddess of the Gears, the Belle of the Body Shop, the Regalia’s Nurse, Cindy Aurum. Cindy did something Prompto considered blasphemous in Prompto’s eyes and displayed public affections to Y/n with a brief kiss on the lips, confusing the absolute hell out of Prompto. 

PromptoWhasince—huh? 

Y/n: Oh, sorry Prompto. I forgot to tell you; Cindy and I are a thing now. 

Prompto: How!? We barely visit this place! 

Cindy: During the Assassin Festival, I wanted to celebrate it with someone, but you were off with the prince. Gladio’s nice and all, but Y/n...boy, Y/n was something else! I could listen to him talk about magic for days! 

Y/n: And I could listen to you go on about cars for as long as I live~ 

Cindy: I hope you didn’t forget about our dinner date. 

Y/n: Shoot! Prompto-- 

Prompto: Go, I’ll be fine. 

Y/n: Are you sure? 

Prompto: Yeah. Don’t worry, be happy you two. 

Y/n: Thanks Prompto, you’re a real pal! *takes out wallet* Here. *hands Prompto gil* This should be enough to cover both of us. 

Prompto: *takes gil* Thanks. Go enjoy yourselves. 

While the two then talked about what was happening and enjoying themselves, Prompto ate his salad in silence as he was going through the submission process on DeviantArt. While submitting his work and going it over, as he read it, something clicked inside Prompto...something... 

Prompto: (Wait...if they’re dating...then...) 

A look of horror found itself on the chocobo butt hair as he looked at Cindy and Y/n taking a car towards probably a fancy place like Lestallum as he read that in his own fic that Cindy killed Prompto because he was annoying and wanted Y/n to herself. Spitting out the salad due to potential poison, Prompto dropped the gil on the table and bolted out of the restaurant as he ran towards the car Y/n and Cindy were in. 

Prompto: Y/n! I’ll save you! 

And that is how Prompto lost all interest in Cindy in the span of a single day. 

Cindy Aurum x Male!Reader - Prompto's First Fanfic
With the one-shots for Iris and Cindy, the waifu for the series is now made obvious.
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Final-fantasy-xv-logo-uhd-4k-wallpaper by popdoodIn the Imperial lands of Gralea, there sat the Emperor of Niflheim, the one who managed to dupe King Regis into allowing his men and therefore, daemon hordes, into Insomnia. The man responsible for needless deaths like many of King Regis’ Kingsglaive, like Nyx and Crowe, or those who died branded a traitor, like Tredd Furia and Luche Lazarus, in the eyes of surviving Glaives like Libertus. Either way, Emperor Iedolas Aldercapt is the man responsible for Insomnia’s fall and the Kingsglaive being branded as cowards. In the room as the Emperor were many Imperial riflemen and notable figures such as; Ravus Nox Fleuret, Verstael Besithia, Caligo Ulldor, and Aranea Highwind.

Iedolas: So...the prince eludes death. And what of the ring?

Ravus: Lunafreya has absconded with it.

Iedolas: Find and kill her. The ring is the final piece.

Iedolas, in his greedy nature, says to kill Lunafreya in front of her brother without a second of hesitation. However, Ravus doesn’t decide to back talk, seeing as he is just one man in a room filled with people who would so much as kill him the second he reaches for the saber at his side. For now, the High Commander stays his hand.

Verstael: We may do well to take her alive. The Six wield power beyond our imagination. The Oracle holds the key to the King. She could unlock many secrets, nay High Commander?

Hearing his sister being treated like an object to wage war, an asset and nothing more, this infuriates Ravus. While his hatred for the people he works with is great, being fueled ever more by just standing there and hearing them speak about his sister at all, his ire towards King Regis and by extension Prince Noctis cannot be matched. Ravus knows that revenge cannot bring his mother back, but...it is all that drives the man now.
Verstael: Lord Ravus, the Imperial Army is at your disposal.

Ravus: A moot point while the fugitives remain at large. My men and I will continue our search for the prince and the Oracle.

Iedolas: So glorious...my Crystal...

Back in Lestallum, Iris and Y/n, now completely sore after the thrashing Gladiolus gave him, rejoined the others back in the main lobby of the hotel where everyone was once together again.

Y/n: So...ow, was there a tomb behind that waterfall?

Noctis: Yeah, there is. Talcott here thinks it’s a sword, but it sounds like a lost tomb.

Prompto: Are you up for a car ride or do you need a moment?

Y/n: Nah, I’m sure the *stretches back and hears loud cracking* ack, car seat will straighten my back out in no time.

Noctis: Let’s hit it, then.

Exiting the Leville, the five made their way back to the Regalia and while beginning the drive towards the waterfall, there was something that was bothering Gladiolus.

Gladiolus: Maybe we should’ve thought about this.

Prompto: How so?

Ignis: Something’s suspect. There must be a catch.

Noctis: Guess we’ll find out.

Y/n: Mind telling me what happened while I was away?

Noctis: Suddenly there was more leg room.

Y/n: Asshole.

Prompto: Anything interesting that happened on your own? See anything worth seeing?

Y/n: There was this woman who was a serious contender for Cindy’s beauty. I’m sure you would’ve fallen mad in love with her.

Prompto: Someone to beat the Goddess of Gears? Blasphemy! What does this...this false goddess offer?!

Y/n: She has twelve powerful children that gave me a run for my money.

Prompto: She’s...a...MILF?! *slaps himself* No! Don’t let this false prophet fill your head with lies, Prompto!

Y/n: Don’t worry, I think she likes me?

Gladiolus: You mean you don’t know? How can you not know?

Y/n: Dude, she’s a weird woman...her children already call me “Father”.

Gladiolus: Well, I don’t know about you but that sounds like someone who likes you...

Y/n: Doesn’t matter now. She’s gone and probably for good.

Noctis: I mean, you could try and visit her.

Y/n: And visit a faraway land like Orience? I don’t think so.

Prompto: Orience? Hey, you and me could go together! I always wanted to snap a pic of Akademia.

Y/n: After the Civil War is over and depending on the victor. Milites might not allow a building like Akademia to stand.

The Regalia eventually came to a stop at a place known as Burbost Souvenir Emporium, a very small place that has the essential needs of a store to buy, a place to rest, and a place to get some gas. The car then stops at the gas pump, the five get out and head down the stairs to find the next Royal Tomb and Royal Sigil.

Y/n: You know what? We’ll continue this later.

Going all the way down the stairs off of the highway, the five follow the dirt path as it brought them close to a river and find the waterfall in question. Treading some shifty rocky surfaces, the five manage to make it behind the waterfall and see that there is a hidden entrance. However, the hidden entrance exhumed a noticeable cold draft, one that makes Y/n untie his outer jacket around his waist and put it back on properly. Heading in, a cold chill goes down their spine, facing a sudden cold environment compared to the warm one they were used to.

Prompto: This place gives me goosebumps. Double back for our coats?

Gladiolus: What’s the point? Little chill won’t kill ya.

Prompto: Well, looking on the bright side...maybe the cold keeps daemons away?

Y/n: If only it were that simple.

Prompto: But...what if they’re frozen?

Y/n: The small ones I can believe will remain on ice. The larger ones however...

Turning the corner, the quintet finds themselves face to face with a group of daemons that can be classified as desserts, this one in particular being named Flan. Wasting no time in fighting, not just because the more time they spend in this cavern, the more likely it is for frostbite to happen. To make quick work of the desserts gone bad, Y/n used a spell he had been perfecting; Pyroclasm. The giant fireball consumed his hand as he tossed it like a fastball at the Flans as they were still bunched up together, roasting them as they dissipated into a dark liquid while also providing a source of warmth.

After getting warmed up a bit, they find themselves in front of what can only be described as a slip and slide.

Prompto: Heading down a slippery slope in slip-sliding shoes.

Noctis: Come on, it can’t be that *slides* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

Noctis, as brave as he is, is the first one to go down the slide and find himself at the end of the slide as he slid down into a horde of daemons, though nothing too large, something that he is able to handle himself. As he was dealing with the annoying daemons, hovering around and shooting lasers at him or trying to pounce on him, Noctis wondered...

Noctis: Guys, help me out!

As much as he screamed for their help, the prince of pain managed to take out the critters as his retinue join him, sliding down the ice slide as well, frustration on Noctis’ face.

Noctis: Where the hell were you guys?!

Y/n: Having a tea party.

Noctis: Oh ha ha...

Seeing as their only way was right, they went up an incline inside the cavern carefully, as parts of the rocks were encased in black ice and also mindful of the stalactites, the further they went up, the more frost covered and colder it became.

Prompto: I really hope we didn’t come here for nothing.

Gladiolus: Sure there’s something if we look.

Y/n: On the bright side, we get thicker skin out of it.

Prompto: I don’t think that’s how it works.

At the top of the pathway was another ice slide, much to Noctis’ chagrin.

Noctis: Again? Really?

Y/n: Royalty first.

Noctis: Oh no, you guys go first.

Y/n: Fine, if it means you’ll quit whining.

Grabbing Noctis by the wrist, Y/n jumped onto the ice slide as they shifted as they slid down, with Gladio, Iggy, and Prompto following suit. This slide was noticeably much longer than the slide previously encountered, having twists and turns until they were all dumped onto the other side and into the pincers of an Arachne. The spider daemon shot webbing towards Noctis and Y/n, trapping them in a state of paralysis, though still able to look around and make noises with their mouths. Prompto took the opportunity to shoot one of the Arachne’s legs and accidentally have the bullet pierce through a line of legs, effectively crippling the Arachne as Gladio used his momentum to gain height and slam his greatsword down onto the daemon, splitting it in half. Ignis took great care in using his daggers to carefully manuever through the webbing, freeing the prince and his magical advisor.

Y/n: Glad that’s over with.

Noctis: Yeah, any closer and we’d be married.

This cavern wasn’t as simple as the last one, being a maze of ice with ice-covered pathways that would surely have the guys slip and fall at least once. Seeing as the right pathway led to nowhere or off a potential cliff, Noctis took the safer option and went left. From there, two paths birthed. They could either keep going straight or take a hard right. Noctis kept going straight as the path turned narrow for only a slight portion before once expanding the cave again. Taking the long way around, the group went left, but went around the shortcut because of how icy that straightaway looked. After turning the corner, they kept following the path before them until they reached a wall, yet it had a hole near the floor to where they can continue through if they crouched.

Prompto: Hehehe, your tips got frosted dude!

Noctis: Really? How’s it look?

Y/n: You look you’re going through a mid-life crisis and think frosting your tips is what the “cool cats” do nowadays.

Finding yet another ice slide, they all hopped on it, but it was a really short slide as it immediately dropped them to the level below, but no daemons were there to meet them on the other side, though no one wanted to jinx it by saying it. Taking an immediate left from the ice slide’s end, Noctis and retinue round the corner to find a narrow pathway they have to shimmy across. However, they must tread carefully, for the actual part to stand on is covered in ice. Noctis takes the lead, followed by Gladio, then Ignis, then Y/n, with Prompto at the end. The five with their backs against the wall, shimmy across at the upmost caution.

Y/n: This is where it makes or breaks us. Literally.

Gladiolus: Watch your step.

Ignis: No more slip-ups.

Making it across and unclenching, they find themselves at the end of one maze and into another, almost all the rocks covered in, guess what? Ice. More ice. Taking the rocky pathway up, minding the right edge covered in ice, they saw a straightaway that led them closer to the icy structure at the end of the maze, but this straightaway was occupied by an Arachne, eating up most of the path and leaving very little room for Noctis and company.

Gladiolus: I did NOT see that coming!

Y/n: This fat bitch!

The Arachne, using her electrified webbing, tried swinging herself as a sort of pendulum to try and knock at least one of them off, but failed and almost having the plan backfire and nearly swinging herself off. Gladiolus, sees how close to the edge Arachne is and taps Y/n at the shoulder, looking up and the two agreeing. Using his shield, Gladio charged the daemon and shoved her off the edge while Y/n chucked Firaga at the stalactites above, sending them down as the Arachne was still recovering, making a daemon shishkabob and the tattoo bros high-fiving afterwards.

Continuing along the snaking path, it led them to the deeper parts of the cavern, avoiding the arena from the previous area and getting closer to that fabled Sword Behind the Waterfall the legends speak of. This time, however, they had to be more mindful of how loud their battles are, as the stalactites were now made from ice instead of rocks.

Y/n: I’m sick and tired of all this ice!

Prompto: Me too, can’t wait to get out of here!

Noctis: Isn’t your mom the goddess of ice?

Y/n: Yeah, but my dad is the god of fire.

Gladiolus: Don’t see how the two could mix. They’re polar opposites of each other.

Prompto: Hehehe, I get it. Cause of the ice and polar—nevermind.

Minding the large patch of ice, they went over a little snow hill and over it led to more shimmying, following the same order as last time.

Prompto: I’m freezing...what I wouldn’t give for a hot bowl of soup...mmm...soup.

Y/n: Soup? Cup Noodles.

Gladiolus: Cup Noodles?! Where?!

Y/n: Easy there, big guy.

Prompto: We’re almost there, right? We got to be!

The deepest part of the cave is covered in...more ice. Though this time, it was like the ice cavern part of the first Ice Age movie, with all of the animals and people frozen inside the walls. As they approached, it got colder, to where you could even hear the stoic Ignis start shivering. As they could seem their own breaths, they kept pressing onwards, trying their hardest to not succumb to the cold. Though, to keep their minds off the cold, a mindflayer and a couple of imps appeared to spring them into action.

Gladiolus: Can’t this ever be easy?

Y/n: *maniacally laughs*

Ignis: This wouldn’t be interesting if it were easy.

Gladiolus: *grunts* Fair point.

Dealing with the imps was fairly easy, but the mindflayer on the other hand was a whole different ball game. The mindflayer had to potential to kill someone in one blow from breath alone, so that was a scary thought inside their heads, but it was a pretty telegraphed move, so as long as they were aware of it coming and dodge, they should be alright.

Noctis: Gladio, do it!

Running towards the Mindflayer, Gladio jumped into the air and corkscrewed, his greatsword appearing in his hands as he came down, using his Dawnhammer technique to deal massive damage to a single foe. Following up was Noctis as he warped as Gladio tossed his greatsword into the air and Noctis came down as well, defeating the Mindflayer and coming towards the Royal Tomb. Using the key he got from Cor, Noctis opened up the Tomb of the Wanderer.

The Wanderer was known as a king who found no boundary to the land and wandered the world, going where no man had gone before. He is known to have wielded twin swords that could combine into an enormous besieging weapon. As Noctis obtained the Swords of the Wanderer, Y/n opened a rift to gain The Wanderer’s Sigil; Cheer, adding another sigil onto his tattoo, progressing in the line of Lucis Caelums. Three Royal Arms and Sigils down, ten more to go. With three Royal Arms in his arsenal, Noctis is now able to use the Armiger, able to summon his arsenal of Royal Arms all at once.

When exiting the cave, a violent headache was set upon Noctis as he was able to see the Meteor. His ruckus, however, caught the attention of his friends as they were concerned for his safety.

Prompto: Noct! Are you okay?

Noctis: What did I...Where was that?

Y/n: A vision, perhaps? What could you make out?

Noctis: There was...a hole in the ground, something burning...The Meteor?

Y/n: Legends do say that long ago when the Meteor first fell, the Archaean was the one to catch it. Maybe he is calling you. I get you’re the king and all, but why? Why now, of all times?

Gladiolus: Let’s head back to Lestallum, first.

Prompto: Yeah, gotta report this to Talcott.
Final Fantasy XV Male Reader Insert - Chapter VII
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Comment down below with an idea for the talks in the car. Originally, the car convo was going to be about Y/n describing his ideal woman, which would be the waifu!
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His origins unknown by his own family, the adoptive son of the magically gifted House L/n had tremendous power sensed by his father, Magister L/n. Born with the very unusual trait of dichromatic red and blue eyes had people, men and women alike, talk about how strange they were on him, but thought it was something magical so no one said anything about it. Starting from kindergarten to the present day, Y/n had gained an interest in anything magical, even picking up the power of sensing magic from his father. High school would be the start of when Y/n would meet the Prince of Lucis, Noctis Lucis Caelum. Noctis' father, King Regis, enlisted the help of Y/n so that Noctis would learn to tap into the magical powers deeply rooted in the Lucis Caelum bloodline and Y/n happily accepted, hoping to learn more about the Power of Kings. At first, Y/n absolutely hated Noctis, his laid back attitude being the main reason. It eventually came to a blowout when Y/n showed Noctis some tough love and used one of the extreme spells in Y/n's arsenal, showing the potential if Noctis put the time and effort into learning magic.

Through tough love, Noctis thinks of Y/n as that cool teacher he never once had. Sure, he knows how to mess around and stuff like that, but he can get serious when he needs to when a point needs to be made. Noctis was satisfied learning the basics, as magic is meant to be one's own self journey to push the limits of his own talents and skills, a statement Y/n wholeheartedly agreed with. Before leaving, Noctis made a suggestion to Y/n that he should try out for the Crownsguard "because they need more mages like you" he said and the rest was history.

On the road trip, Y/n helps the group be protected from physical or magical threats by offering to the table his wide arsenal of both offensive and defensive spells. Secretly, Y/n hopes to see Noctis' growth with the Power of Kings and to see his own skills grow, but hopes it doesn't have to come to it, since the only way for such growth to happen is through violence.
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All Crownsguard outfits are unique to the person who dons the uniform and Y/n's outfit is no different. Wearing a leather jacket over a black hoodie with zippable sleeves to adjust to the weather, he also wears black cargo pants and hiking shoes, his Crownsguard outfit meant to work and operate no matter the environment. Strangely enough, he doesn't wear a shirt underneath his Crownsguard outfit. His casual outfit sports a different necklace compared to his Crownsguard outfit and he wears a brown leather coat over a grey tank. He wears dark blue jeans tucked into black cowboy boots with a belt to match.

He's completely insecure about his feminine looks and his heterochromatic eyes, specifically his red iris, to the point of where he grew out his hair just so he could cover it up and leave only the blue iris exposed. He knows that heterochromia iridium is something that can chalked up to science, but his tremendous magical power coupled with heterochromia isn't just rubbing him the right way. Plus, he always gets these suspicious feelings that someone, somewhere is watching him intently, as if they're expecting something from him or waiting, but he just chalks it up to Noctis' presence since he can sense the Power of Kings.

His skill that he offers to the table is magic. With daemon slain gives Y/n more working room in his spells, giving them more of an edge.
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Prompto: You know, why do you look so...woman?

Y/n: You know, why is your face fat?

Prompto: I'm not fat! Selfies add a few pounds.

Y/n: And I'm not a woman! Your filters add more to my complexion!

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I did, only because I had something better in mind. The only question I ask myself is when I am going to have time to do it.
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