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the-possum-writes · 2 years

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Adventure time Relationship Headcannons: Bad Guys Edition

❥A/n: Gonna stretch the creative muscles for this one.

❥Tags: (Mostly) SFW, Fluff, Headcannons, NS/FW (just one or two per character), Gn!reader

❥Characters: Scorcher, Peace Master, Sir Slicer, Samantha the dog warrior, The Lich, Simon Petrikov, Hunson Abadeer

❥Taglist: @foxpearl1wilder @watchingfromthefloorboards

➼Scorcher:

- literal hottie

- if he advertises himself as a hitman through online ads I'm 90% certain he uses the Ooo equivalent of online dating. I have no proof, but also no doubts.

- Doesn't half ass anything he does, that includes to his job or courting you, willing to dress in nice garbs on the first date.

- He never gets you any chocolate boxes though, they melt when he holds them for too long :(

- Very good at his job as a bounty hunter so he always has clients that keep him busy and away from you sometimes. Fortunately he's quick and efficient, the moment you start missing him he's already at your doorstep. (plus, he can basically fly)

- Really tall, crouches alot if you're smaller than him when you wanna give em a peck on the cheek.

- Scorcher is really quiet, don't expect long conversations with him but he's good at listening.

- When he does talk or write notes it's mostly through frustrating metaphors.

- Get comfy on those pecs like a pillow for movie nights.

- Likes slapstick comedy movies even though he never admits it, you hear him laugh through his nose when someone gets hit in the boingloings.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has long limbs, likes any position where he can touch/envelope you as much as possible.

➼Sir Slicer:

- Pros: He's got the good looks and his own ride.

- Can take you to places on his horse.

-Cons: He picks on literal children when he's bored, needs a new hobby.

- His armor is well kept and lustrous so it tells me he's the type of guy who likes to keep himself presentable and make an impression.

- Literally can't move in that armor. You keep telling him to get something more lighter but he insists on wearing it for the ✨aesthetic✨

-The other knight's respect him so he's gotta have some level of skill (or it's probably just the armor) Either way, would sometimes take you to jousting matches.

- Pays a bard to sing to you.

- Takes forever in the shower cause he uses more shampoos/soaps/hair products than you, if you use hair ties or pins expect them to go missing, needing to buy packs every month.

- He always has a band of crows following him around, it's nice to feed them on occasion. He gets jealous when they like you more than him.

- You also like his pink horse. I bet their name is either something cute like butterscotch or really edgy like Night crawler.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Hates his hair being pulled.

- Humiliation kink probably

➼Peace Master:

- DILF ALERT

- Being a (somewhat irresponsible) single father of three I feel like he barely has time for anything let alone dating, I mean, he took his kids with him during a fight with peppermint butler.

- He's a man of commitment, won't invest time in you unless you're looking for something serious.

- I hope you like kids! There's no scenario where your dates with this man isn't in company of his kids, unless PM finds a reliable babysitter, you'll get used to spending time in fun group activities like board games, theme parks or picnics.

- Even though dark arts are part of his job and every day life, he's uncomfortable about his kids getting into it and that applies to you too.

- When he actually does find a babysitter you can expect a much more romantic date for the two of you, though please be patient with him, he's been so used to father mode that sometimes he forgets to interact with another adult.

- He'd dice up your food for you out of habit, make sure your drink is of room temperature or cut the crust from your sandwiches.

- Whenever something bad happens during (or before) your dates he blames it on dark magic rather than take responsibility.

- Somewhat overly religious vibes like, he wouldn't approve on games like card wars or harmless divination like fortune cookies.

🔞N/S/F/W

- For the sake of saving time and savoring some intimacy, you could indulge him in getting handsy in his van one night. He would later feel guilty about it and wash it in and out before driving it again the next day.

➼Simon Petrikov:

I know he's not a bad guy by the end of the series, but thematically he still fits here.

- It takes a while for him to accept Betty's sacrifice and move on, he wasn't actively hooking up with other but you two happen to met at Marceline's concert and knock it off really well from there.

- Sensitive man who's open about his feelings.

- Would read you poetry before bed

- Most dates would consist of something tranquil between the two of you instead of going somewhere too crowded, if you two do head out somewhere you're usually home by 10pm cause the adult life is tiring.

- When he has trouble sleeping you turn on the ac at full blast cause it helps him cope with his ice king era.

- You throw flowers at him during his presentations at the local tavern. #1 fan

- Often invite Marcy and PB for dinner.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Probably cries after segs, feels overwhelmed at being loved after everything that's happened.

➼Samantha:

- Gotta love a woman who can kick your ass.

- She definitely believes in horoscopes and soul mates, would ask for the time you were born on, your star sign and other things to weight the chances of you two being compatible.

- Huge romantic, would pull off all the tropes she can think of, like purposely bumping into you. It's kinda charming.

- Would stand up to you and tell the waiter you asked for no pickles.

- Likes to partake in friendly sparring, if she's stronger than you she'd playfully give you an upper hand. "Oh noo, you've over powered me~"

- Her idea of a cute date could vary between dinner at a fancy restaurant or trying to steal blood from demons.

- Bonus point if you're a canine of sorts.

🔞N/S/F/W

- More than once a sparring match dwelled into something more passionate.

➼The Lich.

Am I crazy for adding this one? Maybe. But then again, all the props if this suits someone's monsterfucker niche.

- The only way I can see any type of relationship happening is that you either worship him like some ancient deity and listen to his every comand or you're an immortal being that has been fighting him since the mushroom war, like two sides of a coin.

- He's got a neat voice I won't deny that, it can even be comforting.

- He thrives in cold environments, you're gonna need to carry a sweater whenever you talk.

- You once tried to gift him jewelry once since he's insistent on having the princesses crown jewels.

- He values a loyal follower, wouldn't want to get rid of you any time soon since he knows if anything were to happen to him you'll find a way to bring him back.

- Showers you in praises

- I don't know what else to add. This dude has a set goal of destroying all life, gotta love an eldritch man who knows what he wants, but unless you're actively fighting against him or working for him, things would be very one sided with this one.

- But hey, when he's prisoned in Prismo's dream room he'd be so bummed out that you can indulge him in your hobbies and interests without complaint.

🔞NS/FW:

- If you're his long time enemy and watch over him in Pb's attic, it's almost near impossible to get some alone time to yourself cause the second you feel needy, he gets in your head and teases you. "Go ahead dear, no need to feel shy heh."

➼Hunson Abadeer:

Another canon dilf.

- Hunson is the last person you'd think of in regards of father material but then again he eventually tries to reconnect with Marcy and you find that redeemable.

- As a partner, I can imagine he's a combination of old timey formality but also a little unhinged due to his demonic nature and profession.

- The guy knows no boundaries when it comes to the fridge, eats your snacks (even if they have your name on it!) unless you hide them from view.

- Atleast he knows how to organize, would set up a 5 star dinner date and have demons perform for your entertainment.

- Sometimes you'd tried to do activities for three in an attempt to bond with Marceline, but where there is room for 3 there's room for 4 (she always brings Pb cause she keeps her level headed)

- You help him do his eyeliner and advise him on "hip" clothing when the two of you go to Marceline's concerts.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has seen you naked many times before but still gets hot and bothered when you're fully dressed formally (a rare occurrence in itself)

#adventure time x reader #Adventure time villians #Scorcher #Scorcher x reader #The lich #The Lich x reader #hunson abadeer #Hunson Abadeer x reader #Peace master #Peace master x reader #Samantha the dog warrior #Samantha adventure time x reader

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itissadbutitsmy-artblog · 4 months

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your handful of posts about peace master bring me a lot of joy as someone whos been. far too obsessed with him for the past two+ months now

YESSS ANOTHER FELLOW PEACE MASTER ENJOYER!!!!!!

heres a quick man and children for you. anything for my fellow peace master enjoyers

#hes so silly!! and cool #hes reading Clean Magic book to his kids. only good influences allowed #peace master #peace master's kids #digital #geometryyaoi #asks

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thesecretingredientislove · 15 days

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Uh... No?

#adventure time #at #adventure time liveblogging #at liveblogging #peppermint butler #adventure time peppermint butler #nemesis #adventure time peacemaster #peace master

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comparativetarot · 1 year

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Wheel of Fortune. Art by Katherine Hillier, from A Totally Unofficial Adventure Time Tarot Deck.

#Katherine Hillier #A Totally Unofficial Adventure Time Tarot Deck #The Wheel #Major Arcana #Tarot #Adventure Time #Peppermint Butler #Peace Master

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leidila · 7 months

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PB was FULLY CONVINCED that she was the dark and evil force Peace Master was talking about

#leidila watches at #girl was STRESSED #peace master #princess bubblegum #peace master adventure time #adventure time

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pixel-at-ed · 2 years

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“No! Your dirty hobo birthday tricks won't save you long time! You hear?! ...You still here?”

410/500

#Adventure Time #at #pixel-at-ed #peace master #pixel art

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peachpaws0 · 2 years

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Season 6 Episode 15 Nemesis- 171

#Adventure time #adventure time rewatch and sketch #peace master #peppermint butler #My art #nemisis

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greenglowinspooks · 7 months

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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare #HDJFNDNDNFKDJF #I am the master of emotional whiplash #rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house #never gonna happen king 🫡#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore #and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience #and also most of the JL #and some of JL dark #btw Eddie and Jon are besties #they’re both awful but they make it work #when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin #Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane #Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’#also side note I’m not doing any ships in this #because I don’t want to #they are just Like That #if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine #also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO

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me0wme0wv · 4 months

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''I love mother base I'm glad its all safe and sound!''

one ''inspection'' later:

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geometryyaoi · 1 month

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#adventure time #peace master #and the larvae #nonsense #dont ask why i keep posting about minor one off characters so much theres something deeply wrong with me

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the-possum-writes · 9 months

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DAMN IT!!! I NEED MORE Peace Master x reader now!!! Maybe where reader is also a parent and knows the struggles. Also reader is totally into him and tires to get in his pants.

[Non-Family Friendly Thoughts]

❥Character: Peace Master

❥Tags: SFW, Yearning, Kissing, Suggestive thoughts but not fully N/S/F/W, Single Parent!Reader

❥Synopsis: You're a single parent who's friends with Peacemaster since his kids are in the same class as yours, you've been having the hots for him and been hiding it for a while but he starts noticing it during a class meeting.

❥A/N: YEEEESSSS my Peace Master propaganda is working!

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder @watchingfromthefloorboards

You never knew you were capable of falling asleep with your eyes open until you walked into this meeting, it’s an obligatory teacher and parent meeting to discuss plans for the next school semester and you need to make sure your little kiddo is gonna have the best choices at their disposal but it’s been nothing but boring with how slowly the lead Karen is talking. Not to mention you’re without your partner in crime to keep you company.

You slowly munch on the bland Graham cracker at your disposal, mostly for the sake of keeping your jaw busy rather than to satisfy your appetite. “If they’re gonna be this slow they should've brought better snacks.” You mumble under your breath.

At the front of the room stands Karen, the pack leader of the parent group for the class your kid is in, she has this smug aura around her like she knows what’s best without asking anyone. “I advocate for healthier lunch options this semester, who else agrees?”. There were a few raised hands here and there while others just say “Agreed.” and those who don’t respond are probably just as bored as you are. Karen shuffles her papers as she changes the topic. “The next concern is the gym uniforms, little Timothy has been complaining about the new shirts being itchy,”

Just when you thought your head was about to smack against the tiny desk, the door abruptly opens and closes with a noticeable thud that has everyone looking back, where Karen groans briefly before addressing the late parent. “You’re late yet again, Mr. Peacemaster.” her voice is drowned out by the clattering of wet heels against the floor.

Peace master interrupts the conference by squeezing water out of his hat. The other parents simply look at him in silence as he soaks the flooring even more, his dark outfit is but a huge jab within the colorful classroom A striking sight in your opinion. “Pardon for the delay, I was out exorcising an ancient temple that just so happened to be underwater,” he says casually. “Oh, but please continue.” He motions with the wave of his hand as he sits down next to you.

While the domestic parents were staring at him with disapproval, you were grinning to yourself at finding amusement with the adventurous man—particularly because his long legs didn’t fit in the kid’s desk. No adult fits in these, of course, but since he’s such a towering man that its noticeable with him. Your emphasis went back to the water drops running down the dark leather of his boots, unconsciously imagining the reflection of its shiny material stretching over his arms with tight gloves, it'll definitely look good on him just as much as how any black and whites stand out with his tranquil pistachio skin. The water drops don't stop their trail down his legs, they tauntingly guide your eyesight down to his thighs, which are rough and firm yet they have you wishing nothing more than to slip them apart or having them straddle you against the cushions of a soft bed.

Peace Master makes a little tilt toward you. "Did I miss anything?" he murmurs.

You let out an inaudible sigh, personally thanking any higher power for sending PM out on that underwater temple. "Only a pair of leather straps-" you broke out of your daydream before embarrassing yourself any more "OH! You're talking about the meeting!" You speak aloud unintentionally loud enough for another parent to gently scold you.

You swiftly unscrew the cap on your water bottle and down it. Although it's true that he can be unpredictable at times, he has the right combination of domestic and supernatural elements to stand out in your daily life. Anyone with a normal mind would tell you that you're crazy if you thought he was attractive given his unpredictable career and equally odd personality. However others may feel, Peacemaster has shown himself to be a responsible dad, which is also attractive to you as a single parent.

You shrug as you wipe the water stains from the corners of your mouth. “You didn't miss much, however Karen wants to change the lunch menu you proposed last semester.”

The man snarled angrily as he exposed his teeth. “That woman! It’s like she doesn’t know kids need some fun and protein, that’s what the chicken nuggets are for.” He laments in a low, irritated voice. "Speaking of tasty treats, I brought something for you. I expected Karen to serve lame snacks again; hopefully, this will make things less boring." You pray that whatever the Peace master pulls out of his coat isn't wet, but to your astonishment you see a bag of chips.

You gratefully accept the bag of chips, but not before recognizing how his hand lingered on yours throughout the short exchange, unleashing a flurry of previously buried emotions. “Thanks PM, you make everything less boring.” You smile as you start popping chips in your mouth. Peacemaster redirected his focus to the meeting, but his hat's curve couldn't keep the smile on his face that resulted from your kind words. In return, you pat his shoulder. "I know, let's team up against Karen when the bake sale comes up. She'll want to do the easiest job and we can't let her win that," You smile mischievously, his tender smile morphing into an equally wicked grin that matches yours.

In addition to contradicting Karen on the Bake Sale, you successfully persuaded the other parents to revise the lunch menu options, returning it to the layout Peacemaster initially intended. It was worthwhile when you finally left the meeting with Karen's watchful eye but that didn't take away from your content laugh. It's already darkening outside when you leave the school building alongside Peacemaster, walking him across the parking lot so you two could reach his used van.

"Looks like we weren't the only ones who had a grudge against her; I didn't anticipate the other parents joining in so quickly." Peacemaster pauses briefly and turns to face you. "Thanks again for the support; I don't think I would have advanced this far on my own."

He compliments you as you stroke a hair behind your ear while grinning; it feels better than a hot beverage in the winter. "No problem, it's about time someone speaked up against Karen. Besides, I trust your judgment when it comes to your children and the decisions you make for them, well except when it comes to driving." You throw in that final blow as a joke.

"You might not trust my driving, but you can't argue with how quickly I get to places." He gives you finger guns while winking.

"I can't argue with that." you shake your head. "Speaking of which, think I can hitch a ride? My car is stuck in the workshop."

"Sure! Anything for my crime partner." Peacemaster unlocked the driver's door, but the squishy noise of his wet boots reminded him of his damp clothing. "Drat, I'm going to need to change first."

You raise your hands to the man, already turning around in respect. "Go ahead, I can wait." Turning in the direction of the school grounds, you watch as each parent exits in their own car until all you can hear is the commotion behind you, while you kept your word and didn't turn around that didn't include reflective surfaces. Even if the mirror is small, it nonetheless provided you a glimpse of Peacemaster's underwear preferences. How appropriate, tidy whites.

"Let's go." PM breaks the silence as he buttons his pants and tosses the wet clothes in the back of the van. While you slip into the copilot seat and click your seat belt in place, Peacemaster stays in place with his hands firmly placed on the steering wheel but not turning on the ignition. "What's up?" you ask.

"Normally, I'm of sound mind and don't let anything affect me, which is why I'm good at my job, but leather straps? What was that about?" He tilts one arm on the wheel and turns to face you with intense curiosity.

You're an adult, that's the thing. Even though you have a child and have encountered odd situations in the past, this confrontation has made you feel just like a teenager all over again. You're dizzy, your palms are sweating and your heart is pounding in your ears.

"I, don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me!"

You jump unexpectedly when PM slammed his hand against the closest thing near him, in this case being the steering wheel which blew the horn throughout the empty parking lot. "I'm a very perceptive man, and although there are things I can't see at first glance and blame the misfortune on exterior forces I know this isn't one of them!" he points an accusatory finger at you as if you just summoned something you shouldn't. "I saw how you looked at me earlier throughout the meeting and while I was changing. I've known you for a while now and you've never eyed me like that before, acquaintance or not I am also a man of action and will act accordingly depending on the situation!"

You wanted to roll your eyes on that, it's inevitable he rides his high horse sometimes but you're being accused here so talking back probably isn't the best idea right now. But it doesn't stop you. "And what's the situation going on here Mr. Judge and Jury?"

Peacemaster raises a hand to his chin trying to appear professional but comes off as a know it all. "I'm well versed in a multitude of paranormal entities. Either you're being possessed by a promiscuous entity or... Well it's something else, but it's definitely the first thing!" his mighty speech slows down as he reaches that last part, as if he bumped into a wall in his logic.

"Or what...?" you continue, with your back already pressed against the door since he caught you you off guard. Wait. You crawl into the occupied driver's seat, shocking Peacemaster, but he's too astonished to stop you from straddling him. "Or what Peacemaster? Is it really that difficult for you to think I like you that you'd rather believe I'm possessed?" You spoke with an unexpected surge of flirty confidence that startled him. He is a guy who has encountered many horrors, but at least those horrors were known to him. This is unexplored territory, which is more terrifying than any beast from the deepest reaches of the night.

Peacemaster appeared to shrink in place, turning his head away as you metaphorically and literally pinned him to the wall "I... I would've noticed it earlier if that were the case! You're clearly being possessed. I mean, our kids have been friends since they were in kindergarten and if I would've known earlier I would've... I would've..."

"Pull the moves on me?" you finish the sentence for him.

"Exorcize you! I would've performed an exorcism already!"

"You're lying." you huff nonchalantly.

"AM NOT!" his green face turns into a dark shade as he rebutts your claims.

"Then why are you grabbing my ass?" you softly move your hips as you feel his hands grab either side you your bums.

Without any excuse or fight left in him Peacemaster leaned forward and shut you up by crashing his lips on your own, you return the gesture by placing your hands on his face and savoring everything he had to offer even if he was still being stubborn about it. "I'm gonna have to perform rituals on you, until you're completely... ah, purified... " he attempts to keep his threats but they sound like sweet promises to you.

"You can perform whatever you want on me~"

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