INTRODUCTION!

alias: cece/venus
age: 22
SUGGESTIVE THEMES, NO MINORS ALLOWED

This blog mainly writes for male and gender neutral readers. If you submit a request and it uses female terminology, I will immediately switch the request to be more male/gender centered as Tumblr is already dominated by female readers. I know there is one female fic I published, but that was before I made these rules.

I accept requests but will deny if the ideas/fandoms are unknown to me or I’m uncomfortable with the subject. My first language is not English, so some works might be filled with grammar mistakes, so please be aware. My blog is constantly going under construction as I’m figuring out my theme and format.

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I TRIED, I REALLY TRIED WITH THIS. I don’t know why, but writing for Vision is hard because he talks in this sophisticated, calm tone that I cannot replicate. So, this might not be Vision canon, but I tried. Hope you like it!

pairing: vision x male reader
tags: you aren’t human, you wield the power stone, soulmate trope, pre-relationship, I tried, that’s all I have to say, don’t really like how it turned out but it’s something, right???? 😭

You feel it long before you actually see him—like an electric current surging through the stars, calling you forward in a whisper of cosmic force. The Power Stone, set within a bracer around your forearm, thrums in sync with your every heartbeat. Its energy keeps you strong and feeds you, for you are not entirely human—your lineage spans ancient cosmic bloodlines older than most civilizations. Your crimson eyes reflect the swirling galaxies you have seen, and your skin carries faint patterns of violet veins that pulse with the Stone’s power.

For centuries, you’ve traveled the furthest reaches of space, mastering the destructive and creative energies that the Power Stone offers. Many have fallen attempting to possess it, but you, shaped by the harsh realities of a thousand worlds, learned how to channel its might without burning your soul.

Tonight, it leads you to him—Vision. The synthetic being who wields the Mind Stone. You sense the resonance like a beacon in a vast, inky sky. With each step, the Stone’s purple glow lights your path until you find him standing near a quiet lake, moonlight dancing across the water’s surface. Vision hovers just inches above the ground, his head angled to the side, as though he, too, hears the call echoing in the night. When his gaze locks onto you, the Mind Stone in his forehead blazes bright, casting ripples of gold over the water.

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Thanks for the ask! You weren’t specific so I went with the jealousy trope but added comedic elements cause I felt like it. Hope you enjoy it :)

Hypothetically Speaking

pairing: will solace x nico di angelo x son of zeus
tags: jealousy, both will and nico have crushes on you, but aren’t bothered, cute, short, fluff, they think you’re straight, you’re not, comedic elements

Camp Half-Blood buzzed with summertime chaos. Sword clashes echoed, laughter drifted across fields, and campers joked beneath the gleaming sun. Yet two particular demigods were consumed by an entirely different form of chaos. Will Solace leaned against the old oak tree near the infirmary, eyes fixed intently on you as you sparred gracefully, wielding a celestial bronze sword, sweat glistening beautifully on your brow. Nico di Angelo stood next to him, arms folded, brows knitted in conflicted admiration.

“Do you ever think he’s too good-looking?” Will muttered, narrowing his eyes. “It’s unfair.”

Nico huffed, rolling his eyes. “You say that daily. If it bothers you so much, why do you stare at him like a lovesick satyr?”

“You’re one to talk!” Will scoffed. “Yesterday you walked into a tree because you were too busy looking at his shoulders.”

“Shut up,” Nico retorted quickly, cheeks flushing crimson. “At least I’m subtle.”

“You were practically drooling,” Will teased, nudging Nico gently. “I had to heal your forehead, remember?”

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Okay, but like you read my mind. For the longest time I wanted to write for Willy Wonka but felt some sort of way because it’s a kids movie (at least with Edward Scissorhands there were mature themes, but Willy Wonka? That’s like toddler level.) But I love his character so much, that I’ll probably add mature themes in the future to continue writing for him.

Sweet Insults & Bitter Chocolate

pairing: willy wonka x gender neutral reader
tags: changed it to gender neutral cause I don’t write for them often, silly argument, make up with a kiss, short, I tried okay?, but I don’t see Wonka and their partner getting into any serious argument to garner meanness, do I explain myself?

You had never intended to cause trouble in Willy’s factory, but one accidental slip of the tongue led to perhaps the most ridiculous fight you’d ever had. It all started when you were sampling a new chocolate concoction in Willy’s private laboratory. Distracted by how particularly delicious the new flavor was, you’d nearly tripped over an Oompa Loompa named Milo, knocking the poor little guy’s mixing bowl onto the pristine white floor. The vibrant blue candy mixture splattered everywhere, coating Milo’s white jumpsuit.

“Oh no!” you gasped, reaching out in panic. “Milo, seriously, you have to watch where you’re standing!” Your voice came out sharper than intended, making Milo’s expression wilt instantly. Your guilt swelled, and just as you started to apologize, the unmistakable voice of Willy Wonka cut through the sugary tension.

“Wowie, someone woke up on the sour side of the candy cane forest today,” Willy remarked dryly, leaning against the doorway with an eyebrow quirked in sarcastic amusement.

You turned, feeling defensive. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean it like—”

“Oh yes, of course, because one should always blame the victim of an Oompa Loompa collision. Really top-notch thinking,” Willy responded, his tone dripping with condescension as his hand tightened over his candy filled cane.

You sighed in exasperation. “Come on, you’re exaggerating.”

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So, this might just be an excuse to write a Steve bashing fanfic, but I couldn’t help myself. The idea is basically this: Steve leaves you (you’re dating) without a goodbye or explanation after the airport fight occurs. So (naturally) you gravitate towards Tony. Steve comes back and doesn’t take it well. Hope you enjoy!

What You Left Behind

pairing: tony stark x male reader
tags:past relationship with steve, steve bashing, reader moves on with Tony, pro Tony stark because why not, explicit sexual content, emotional angst, verbal confrontation, toxic behavior from steve

You hadn’t thought Steve would leave—not really. You’d convinced yourself that somehow you’d always come first, that the deep nights spent wrapped in his arms, whispered promises against your skin, meant something more profound than duty or history. But reality had a sharp edge, and when Barnes resurfaced, broken and hunted, Steve’s loyalty crystallized swiftly around his best friend. He chose Barnes—perhaps the man he’d always wanted deep down—over you.

It felt like abandonment—because it was. Not just a physical separation, but an emotional detachment. He’d left you standing in the airport, eyes stinging with unshed tears as you watched him vanish alongside Barnes, shield in hand, never looking back. Yet you never blamed Barnes. He was a pawn caught in a twisted game that history played mercilessly. Your anger, quiet yet corrosive, was reserved entirely for Steve.

Months passed, during which you withdrew inward, throwing yourself into missions and assignments, barely surfacing for air. Tony, whom you’d always admired—maybe a little more than platonically before Steve—was a steady presence in your peripheral vision, watching, waiting.

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Thanks so much for the comment! I was debating on how to end it, but I couldn’t let Bucky suffer…So the second part is filled with angst, fluff and everything in between :) Because this was already getting long, there are soo many time skips, but I think this is a good ending for this fic. I hope you enjoy it!

I Forgive You Pt. 2

pairing: bucky barnes x gender neutral reader
tags: you die, bucky is depressed, endgame occurs, changes in the timeline, I won’t spoil it, but I think you can guess what’s going to happen, hint hint bucky goes back in time :), kinda au since some things had to be changed to fit the narrative better

The day you passed away was the day Bucky Barnes’s world collapsed. They rushed you into Wakanda’s medical wing, Shuri and her teams working feverishly, but there was no stopping the internal damage. Despite vibranium-infused treatments, advanced technology, and the dogged determination of the Wakandans, you quietly slipped away in the early hours after the battle. No cosmic power or high-tech intervention could resurrect what Thanos had destroyed.

When the moment came, Bucky was by your bedside, holding your hand in his. Your final breaths were shaky, pain etched across your features. Bucky spoke in frantic whispers, clinging to hope that you would hear him.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded, tears clinging to his lashes. “I—I need you here. I’m…I’m not strong enough alone.” Your eyes fluttered open one last time, just enough to focus on him. You squeezed his hand—a gesture that felt heartbreakingly weak. And then you were gone. Your chest fell still; your fingertips slipped from his grasp.

Bucky’s anguished cry echoed through the pristine Wakandan lab as medical monitors went silent. Shuri’s shoulders slumped, her gaze dropping. She quietly dismissed her assistants, understanding there was nothing more they could do for you. In that instant, any progress Bucky had made in escaping the Winter Soldier’s shadow shattered. He wasn’t just lost—he was broken.

As if your passing wasn’t catastrophic enough, the unthinkable happened: Thanos succeeded. The battle outside ended in an instant of cosmic horror. Half the universe dissolved into floating specks of ash.

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Thanks for the ask! I changed your request slightly since I thought of ideas for a ‘himbo’ reader. In this fic, the reader is smart but acts dumb to stray people from looking into his murders. Kinda like Hannibal, but the reader knows if he acts clueless, people would overlook him. It isn’t what you asked for, but I think it came out alright. Hope you enjoy!

The Unlikely Confluence

pairing: hannibal lecter x male reader
tags: you’re a murderer, duh, dinner invitations, I changed your ask to have the reader be bright but act like a dummy in the presence of others, I want to write for himbo readers separately, I actually have a lot of ideas and would like to flesh them out in another post :)

You hum softly to yourself, the quiet of the night pressing around you like a heavy blanket. The noises that do manage to break into your concentration—a cricket’s chirp, the low hoot of an owl—seem distant, as though you’ve chosen to exist in a dimension occupied solely by you and your current task. The flashlight between your teeth flickers, illuminating the dripping limestone walls. You pause and delicately shift it in your mouth to bite down on a less chewed groove. It’s easy to lose track of the right angle when you’re elbow-deep in mud and rock, but you can’t afford to drop your only source of light down here.

You’ve never been one to study complicated subjects or chase lofty degrees. People say you’re not that bright, and, in some ways, you agree. Patience has never been your strong suit either; you prefer the direct route in life. You don’t need fancy words to let you know how the world works. If anything, your unassuming nature has become a perfect cloak, allowing you to slip under the radar. And that small oversight on people’s part has kept you alive—and, more importantly, uncaught—for years.

Tonight, you’re making it look like yet another unseemly accident. There’s a labyrinthine network of caves beyond city limits—poorly marked and rarely frequented except by adventurous spelunkers who think they can handle nature’s darkest corners. It’s the ideal place to ensure a body won’t be found, at least not until time and moisture have had their way with it. The person you’re disposing of isn’t exactly a pillar of the community—like most of your targets, he wouldn’t have garnered pity if the world discovered his predilections. You’ve done the world a favor, or at least that’s how you justify it.

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Originally posted by itsjustkent

Uhhh, you’re going to have to be more specific 😅. I have so many fics that need a second part or ones that I leave intentionally open ended….

So, I was taken aback by this request, but not in a bad way. Like I never thought about this, but it also makes sense when connecting the dots. I didn’t include much background info about the male reader, just Will finding him and when he discovers you’re actually a werewolf. No explicit smut, but mentions of it. Hope you enjoy!

A Stray In Wolf Trap

pairing: will graham x male reader
tags: you’re a werewolf, but act like a dog, mentions of hannibal but isn’t much of a focus, will is freaky, no he doesn’t have sex with a wolf, but his morals are questionable, squint to see you being jealous of hannibal

Will should’ve known better than to pick up yet another stray dog. He had too many already, and the last thing he needed was to put more responsibilities upon himself when he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Yet, on that chilly Virginia night, when his headlights swept across your dark, wolfish silhouette by the side of the road, he couldn’t just drive by. Something deep in his gut pulled him to stop, and if there was any place you belonged, he decided, it was in his home.

He coaxed you into the passenger seat with gentle words and a leftover half-eaten burger. You almost looked more wolf than dog, but Will dismissed that creeping thought. He tried to convince himself it was your thick coat, the slope of your muzzle. Maybe just a large husky mix that no one cared for. Either way, he promised to put up “found pet” notices. It was only a matter of days—or so he told himself—until someone claimed you.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into a month. You settled into Will’s life seamlessly. You had your own space in a corner by the fireplace, though you were clever enough to saunter over and curl yourself at Will’s feet whenever you sensed tension coiling around him. It amazed him how soothing your presence was—and how quickly you learned his rhythms. On nights when Will tossed and turned, or fell asleep over cold files on the couch, he’d wake to find a blanket draped over him, your enormous head resting on your paws as if to watch him.

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Just something short I thought of—sad Bucky because he thinks reader is planning on leaving him or just doesn’t love him anymore. Like, you’re ignoring him (not on purpose), but that makes the man go down a spiral of doubts which leads to comfort. It’s definitely shorter than my other works, but I hope you enjoy it!

Did I Do Something Wrong?

pairing: bucky barnes x gender neutral reader
tags: sad bucky, misunderstandings, reader is just busy, I promise, comfort, fluff all the way, short little fic, might even be considered an imagine

Bucky tried not to let the little things get to him. The first time you brushed his hand aside, you’d been running on only a couple hours of sleep. After returning from a week-long mission, you were bone-tired—so you mumbled a distracted “Sorry,” shut your eyes, and promptly drifted off. Bucky told himself not to worry. You were exhausted, that was all.

But days passed, and the pattern persisted.

The next time he reached for you—lightly resting his palm on your waist while you scrolled through mission logs—you shrugged him off without a second glance. Then there were the mornings he woke up alone, the bed already cooling on your side by the time he blinked blearily at the clock. You were usually a late riser, but now? You were gone before the sun had fully climbed the sky. Sure, you’d told him you liked to get a head start on the day, to train or do paperwork, but it still left Bucky feeling abandoned.

And then there was Natasha.

Bucky had caught you and Nat in a quiet corner of the common room, laughing together, your heads bent in conspiratorial whispers. From a distance, it looked so intimate. He tried not to imagine the worst—he trusted you, he knew Nat was a close friend—but old insecurities, the remnants of a lifetime of trust issues, began to creep up. If you were distant from him, but so playful and close with Natasha…maybe your feelings had changed.

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Bound By Obsession Pt. 2

pairing: hannibal lecter x male reader
tags: I feel bad for you, like you’re trying so hard to escape but hannibal is always one step ahead, invasion of privacy, hannibal is a dick, wanted to show a more uncivilized/disrespectful hannibal as he finally drops his ‘human suit’, it will only get worse from here

RECAP: Your breath rattled in your chest, part of you screaming to keep resisting, to never surrender. But another part—terrified, uncertain—couldn’t ignore the chilling inevitability in his words. His unwavering belief that this was right threatened to unravel your hope. Fury warred with fear. Yet as Hannibal gently dabbed at your temples, as if tending to a faint bruise, you realized he’d planned every detail with excruciating precision. You were truly at his mercy.

Time crawled slowly after Hannibal left. You could almost still feel the glancing brush of his hand against your forehead, the memory of his touch making your stomach turn. He had retreated with the same eerie calm he’d shown when he abducted you. He acted like this was perfectly normal, you thought, fury and revulsion warring in your gut. You tried to keep calm, reminding yourself that you just had to survive until help arrived. Any minute now, someone would notice you missing. Franklyn would realize you weren’t answering his texts and phone calls. He’d put two and two together, but the bitter taste in your mouth told you otherwise.

Franklyn…? The same man who idolized Hannibal Lecter? Who practically worshipped him? The same man who was so obsessed with being “friends” with his revered psychiatrist that he dismissed every uneasy vibe you’d ever shared about the man? No. Relying on Franklyn for a rescue was foolish, and the realization hit like a gut punch.

So you catalogued the room instead. Four walls paneled in pale maple, a ceiling vent too small to crawl through, a single recessed light. No windows. No décor. No edges you could splinter into a weapon. Even the chair you were bound to was a single curve of molded wood, impossible to break. Hannibal had designed the space the way a jeweler designs a velvet box: nothing inside but the gem. Time staggered past in slow, uneven heartbeats. Hunger gnawed first, then humiliation—the hot, urgent ache in your bladder. You clenched your thighs, refusing to give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing you plead.

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