#I'm just fucked up about uhm. two didn't kill Anyone

[sunnydayaoe]

continuation of This

#GHGHG #object show community #osc #tpot 9 spoilers #tpot #bfdi #bfdi tpot #tpot two #two #tpot golf ball #bfdi golf ball #tpot tennis ball #bfdi tennis ball #tpot gaty #bfdi gaty #RAHH tagging for this thing is So hard #they're really cute :) #I know everyone is freaking out about two and gaty friendship #and I am too !! #I'm just fucked up about uhm. two didn't kill Anyone #anyone at all #it's not just that. personal relationships make it so two doesn't do it #it's that two is kind to Everyone. two ist rying so hard for Everyone #they love the world and all these silly little objects and they are trying so fucking hard and are #genuinly they love everyone #isn't that fucked up #<- says guy who is SO fucked up about it #long tags sorry #jbird's art

[hellisharchive]

Some Adam smut with a fangirl? I mean he did mention a band.. so that means he would have a ton of fans across the music genre! And one in particular likes HIM the most. How would he handle that? Just like another groupie? Or maybe something more? Please have fun with this!!

・﹒・ diggin' on the guitarist - request

Summary: You wanted him to notice you- but you were too scared to make yourself known. You were his biggest fangirl but too shy to say something. However, he finally noticed you in ways you never could have imagined.

Warnings: 18+, fingering [reader receiving], aftercare

Pairing: Adam x Fem!Fangirl!reader

You went to his every show, but not feeling confident enough to go up and meet him as you would probably find someway to mess up. You had the biggest crush on him, biggest fangirl this side of Heaven regardless of what everyone else says. He was just so hot, you would kill just for a little wink at you. This show was no different as you jumped up with the crowd as you yelled along to his lyrics, always so passionate about his music, you loved the energy. By the end, you were exhausted and had another amazing time. Starting to leave after mostly everyone filed out, you felt a hand grab onto your wrist. Turning around, you saw that it was Adam himself. What did he want? With someone like you?

"Heeeyy now, where ya goin' hot stuff? Don't think I don't notice ya at every single show of mine. Gotta say, I'm always sad when I see ya leave. Not this time" He had on a smirk as he let you go, only to get right up in your personal space. Only then did you realize just how much bigger than he was from you, he had to lean down a good few inches just to be above your head. Face growing hot from the size difference, you panicked and looked around the now completely empty venue- it was just you two. Was this really happening? Did he actually notice you every single time? Freezing, you had no idea what to say and how to respond. He was your idol, your true love, and he actually noticed you. You felt like an idiot, like you were back in high school with a stupid crush on a guy. But, you try and muster up something and fail spectacularly.

"I uh- I just uh. Uhm-" A slim finger rested itself on your lips, promptly shutting you up. Eyes wide, you saw his mischievous ones as he pulled his finger away, grabbing onto your waist and walking you backstage into what looked like a sort of lounge room. You were shaky and unable to fully process everything that was happening. The Adam, the first man eas hitting on you, touching you, and bringing you on stage. Your dreams were all coming true.

"You don't have to say anything Babe, it's ok, I know I'm too awesome that I make you speechless. Now- sit down" You stayed silent as he gently pushed you onto the pale, golden couch, opting for being quiet that as the bst option so you don't keep making a fool of yourself. You didn't know what he was planning but you did as he asked, sitting on the cushions as he stood and hovered right over you.

"You ready to be pleasured by the original dick, Babe?" You nodded egarly and he chuckled before telling you to take off your clothes. You hurriedly rushed as you ripped them off while also being careful not to damage them, you felt the cold rush of air hit your now naked body. Staring up at the man, he took off his mask to reveal a handsome face with brown hair and gold eyes. It then occurs to you that you've never seen him without his mask, or anyone has.

"I know, I'm fucking handsome. Now sit back and relax as I give you a special show for my favorite fan" Before you could fully register that he said you were his favorite, he smashes his lips against yours and grabbed onto your tits. You moaned in his mouth as he tweaked your nipples, already making you so aroused as you grabbed onto his hair and tugged it. After a few minutes, he pulled away and took off all his clothes except his underwear. He then slid himself between your thighs, sloppily kissing your neck, causing you to moan loudly. He nipped and sucked until the point where you're sure there were at least 2 hickeys that would form. As he was doing that, he slipped a finger to your pussy, which caused you to jump in his hold. The first man moved down to suck on your tit, picking the nipple as he gently moved his finger right where your clit was, flicking it and gently dipping it into your folds.

"Adaaaammm..." You moaned, from the tit sucking to the feeling of his finger penetrating you was getting overwhelming. Squirming, you tugged on his hair and gripped it as he started to move in and out of you, switching the breast he was sucking to the other side. He then added a second finger, going faster as you could feel that familiar pool gather in your stomach, at this rate, you were going to orgasm in a little bit. Biting your lip, your breaths became fast and unsteady as he knew exactly how to move his fingers inside you as a guitarist.

"Keep moaning my name, its hot as fuck" Before you could release, he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine from having your orgasm robbed from you. Chuckling, he took off his underwear to reveal an average sized cock, but it was pretty thick. Gulping, you wondered if it would even fit. Looking back up at him, he pulled you into a kiss- a softer one this time- as he lined himself up.

"Tell me if it gets too much, alright? Or tap me or some shit I don't know" Nodding, you took a deep breath as he slowly started to push in, with just his tip you were already feeling full. Grabbing onto his arms, you closed eyes and curled your toes as he was making sure to be gentle. Taking deep breaths, you felt kisses on your untouched side of your neck as he finally pushed all the way in. Opening your eyes, you saw him have a soft look on his face before he asked if you were ready. Saying yes, he started thrusting in and out. Yelling out his name, you moaned the entire time as he went slower at first before quickly picking up. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you tugged on his hair hard, causing him to fuck you into the couch harder. Tears formed in your eyes from just how good it was- heavenly- if you will.

"Keep sounding like that and I'm gonna have to claim as mine, fuck" You could barely register what he said as he pounded into you mercilessly, the feeling of an orgasm quickly returning. You started sobbing as you finally orgasmed, moaning out his name so loud you swore all of Heaven heard you. Breath slowing down, he slowed down as well, hair all messy from your tugging, sweat covered both of your bodies as you stared into each other like old lovers. He gently slid himself out of you and you already missed the feeling of being so full. His cum and your fluids mixed as they leaked out of you. You watched as he grabbed a towel that he slightly wet and a water bottle and set them on the couch.

"Drink" He noticed you were out of it and shaky, so he opened the bottle and lifted the opening to your mouth, slightly leaning your head back as you drank some water. He set it back down when he thought you had enough for now and started to clean you off. He was being so gentle as he made sure to get every single part of your body. He went to grab your clothes when you tugged on his wrist, even if weakly, but it was enough to signal him.

"Can you uh...can we uh..." Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming and the water only did so much, but even after he fucked you silly, you still couldn't ask to cuddle with him. Smiling, he shook his head as he pulled away and grabbed a random blanket on a chair and walked back over, laying you down softly on the large couch. Resting the blanket on top of you, he crawled in behind you as he was much larger than you. Wrapping his arms around you, you felt him kiss your head, making your chest warm.

"Thank you for being my favorite fan"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x reader #adam

[writerswall26]

My Sweet Cairo (Part 8)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Emotions, Mention of death and SH.

Words: 2.4k

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A/N: I was so pumped while writing this. I enjoyed this part so much. We get to know what really happened and flesh out R's father's mind. We also saw Cairo being responsible and using the advices she received to get some help! Happy Reading!

Y/N tried to avoid being alone the entire day, not wanting to give Cairo the opportunity to have even a minute to talk to her. What Cairo told her a few nights ago is still stuck in her head. She doesn't know if she should be afraid or what.

"Hey, Y/—"

"Will you walk me home?" Cairo cut Jasmine off as soon as Y/N got out of her last class of the day. She was not expecting Cairo to wait for her!

Y/N looked shocked and confused. She gave Jasmine a look. But her friend just stood by and watched the scene unfold. Traitor!

"Y/N, walk me home, please?" Cairo said, sweetly this time, with a smile on her face.

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I have—"

"Uh no, we're not going. I gotta study for a pop quiz tomorrow. Winnie's coming to help me, I'm sorry dude." Jasmine cut the taller girl off.

Y/N glared at her while Cairo smiled widely. "So?" Cairo asked cutely, for fuck's sake!

"Uhm, sure." Y/N said hesitantly.

"Great!" Cairo said happily before she held the taller girl's hand and pulled her.

Y/N didn't say a single word as she turned to Jasmine and gave her a look, mouthing "I'm killing you tomorrow, you traitor!"

On the way home, the two of them did not say a word. They went with Y/N's route instead of Cairo's since Y/N has her bike with her.

"I've talked to Mr. Miller." Cairo started, causing Y/N to stop for a moment.

"Why?" She asked before she followed Cairo again.

"I went to apologise." Cairo started, causing Y/N to furrow her brows. "I'm seeing a therapist now," Cairo said, glancing at Y/N who looked really confused, and cute. "Your mom referred me to a work colleague of hers. Told me it might help with the issues I had."

Y/N is confused, like really confused. "Mum did that? Why?"

Cairo shrugged. "We were together for a few hours before you came when we had dinner. She confronted me about what I did. Told me the same thing you said, how messed up it was. Then she told me about a friend of hers, a therapist, she told me I should check it out, see if it helps. That's why I went to Mr. Miller. I want to sort things out before graduation."

"What did Mr. Miller say?"

"We sat down, talked about what went wrong, what happened. He apologized to me too. He accepted the fact that he was in the wrong too, that he wasn't careful and clear, that he stepped the boundaries and led me on."

Well that's... incredibly surprising. Y/N never thought she'd be hearing a redemption arc between two messed up individuals. Although, she's happy to hear that Mr. Miller's finally seen what he did wrong. That's a huge point. And she's happy that Cairo's seeking out help.

"So, how long would you be going to therapy?" Y/N asked, glancing at Cairo who pursed her lips.

"I don't know. As long as I need, I guess. It's not really that bad." Cairo said, smiling at the thought that Y/N is finally talking to her with anger and resentment in her voice.

"How about when you go to college? You wouldn't know anyone around there."

"My therapist knows a friend where I'm going to go. She said she'd refer me to him and continue therapy there."

Y/N nodded. "That's a good thing."

Cairo looked up at her, a smile on her face, her dimples showing. "How long have you gone to therapy?"

Y/N pursed her lips. "A year and a half, I guess? My therapist told me she was proud of my progress so she adviced that I spend my time being a normal kid. She told me I should come to her whenever I need and so far, it's all good."

Cairo nodded. "That's good. I'm proud of you."

Y/N chuckled, lowering her head. "Alright, mum." She said, which made Cairo laugh as well.

They continued walking silently, comfortable silence this time until they reached Cairo's place.

"Here's you." Y/N said, stopping in front of Cairo's house.

The brunette turned to her and gave her a smile. "Thank you for walking me home."

Y/N nodded. "It's no biggie."

Cairo leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before she walked inside the house, throwing a glance at the tall girl who waved at her.

When Y/N was sure Cairo's finally inside, she rode her bike and went home where she waited for her mum to come home to ask questions.

That night, when Y/M/N came home, she was immediately cornered by Y/N at dinner.

"I was wondering," Y/N started. "What were you talking about with Cairo before I got home that night?"

Y/M/N gave her a smile. "You, Mr. Miller, dad." The older woman answered shortly.

Y/N furrowed her brows. "You talked to her about dad?"

Y/M/N nodded. "Yes, I wanted her to know how terrible of a person she was for doing what she did. But then there's Mr. Miller."

"Who's not entirely at fault."

"But he was indeed the adult in the situation."

"You're defending Cairo, mum."

Y/M/N looked at her daughter, seeing the problem once and for all. "I'm not defending Cairo, what she did was wrong, yes. But don't you think what Mr. Miller did was far worse than that?"

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking.

"Honey, Mr. Miller's case is different from your dad's case. You have to see that." Y/M/N explained, Y/N is being blinded by what happened to her dad.

"I know. I know it's different."

"And?" Y/M/N tried to probe further.

"I'm not defending Mr. Miller either, mum. If that's what you think. Maybe I'm over compensating. Maybe I thought by helping Mr. Miller, I gave justice to what happened to dad. But what if I'm wrong, mum?"

"Are you? Look at it from an outside perspective, honey. Look at it both ways."

Y/N furrowed her brows. She doesn't know where to go from here. It's weird talking about this with her mum but at the same time, the answers are clearer. Her mind wasn't being blocked by her emotions, her father's connection to the case. If there's anyone to blame, it's the both of them, Cairo and Mr. Miller. There's no one to defend, no one to side with.

"There's always a connection, honey." Her mum brought her back to her senses. "But there's a huge difference and that's what I want you to see. Yes, Cairo was in the wrong for seducing Mr. Miller. But is it entirely her fault? Is it really? Why would she act that way if Mr. Miller didn't do anything wrong?"

"Was I wrong for helping Mr. Miller?" Y/N finally asked, looking at her mum with worried eyes.

Y/M/N gave her a smile as she held her hand, squeezing it to assure her. "You did what you thought was right at the time. You saved both of them by doing so. Don't beat yourself up for it."

Y/N stayed up that night thinking of what her mum had told her. She wasn't really thinking when she lent a hand to Mr. Miller. She knew it was wrong, she heard it from Mr. Miller himself. And yet, she still sided with him for what? For her father? No, she thought. It's for personal gain. She had the power to turn the story around, and she did. So what  does that say about her?

She's no different from those students she despises the most. Maybe even worse. Her thoughts are so incriminating, so powerful that she did not blink sleep that night.

So the next day when she got to class, she was noticeably tired. She looked like a walking zombie and anyone who sees her thought so too. Her friends and Cairo saw that too and they were worried.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked over lunch when Y/N didn't even touch her food, she's usually a foodie.

Y/N gave her a tired look and shook her head. "I'm just tired."

"We can see that, dude. You have dark circles around your eyes." Jasmine said, as worried.

Y/N sighed. "Did you guys think I made the wrong decision? When I stood up for Mr. Miller?"

Winnie and Jasmine turned to one another, giving each other looks.

"I mean, what Cairo did was fucked up. She literally wrote a porn story between her and Mr. Miller." Jasmine said, as a matter of fact.

"However, I don't think Cairo's entirely at fault. I mean, she messed up but not entirely her fault." Winnie said, on the other hand.

Y/N groaned. "Maybe I should've just shut my mouth and let them do whatever to Mr. Miller."

"Hey, woah, hold up." Jasmine started, getting the attention of her friend. "You did what you thought was best, okay? Both of them fucked up, that's a fact. The other one stepped on the fine line, and the other one was led on. There's no winning in this situation."

"Whatever you did, you did it for them both. Struck two birds with one stone, as they say." Winnie said, holding Y/N's hand and squeezing it gently.

Y/N gave them a small smile and nodded. "Maybe I shouldn't really beat myself up with this one."

"Damn right, you shouldn't." Jasmine said, giving her an assuring smile.

After their class, she was already outside Cairo's last class, waiting for the girl to come out. When Cairo saw her, an immediate smile drew her face.

"What are you doing here? You should've gone home and got some sleep. Look at you." Cairo said, holding a gentle hand to Y/N's cheek to look at her face.

"Can I walk you home?" Y/N asked with a sheepish smile.

Cairo was shocked to say the least. She did not expect that. She was expecting Y/N to come around but not this fast. Still, she was happy about it.

"Sure." Cairo smiled, holding out a hand to Y/N to shake her head.

"That's reaching."

"Oh." Cairo said, a bit disappointed but she smiled it away.

"Come on."

The duo walked out of school together. They're all smiles and shit but still, Y/N cannot take her mind off her conversation with her mum. She might as well talk to Cairo now.

So when they got to Cairo's place, the brunette did not expect that Y/N would park her car on the fence and followed her to her front porch. The taller girl sat on the step and patted the space beside her.

"What's going on?" Cairo asked, sitting beside Y/N who gave her a smile.

The taller girl stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened."

Cairo nodded. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked, wanting Y/N to start the conversation.

"I don't know. I just want to have clarity. I had a talk with my mum last night. It was a hard pill to swallow but, I guess it was needed."

""What happened to him? Your dad?" Cairo asked, glancing at Y/N who was looking at the trees ahead.

"My mum didn't tell you?" She asked, confused. She thought they spoke about her dad.

"Not all of it."

Y/N glanced at Cairo, contemplating if she should tell her about it or not. A part of her doesn't want to, because talking about it means relieving it and she hates that. She hates that she's going back to that time. But a huge part of her wants to let it all out, just throw it out there and forget about it all.

She chose the latter.

Y/N took a deep breath.

"I don't know when it started. My dad was really passionate about teaching. He was really good at what he did. He's a great father, you know? He was always present and attentive to my needs." Y/N started, smiling at the memory of her father in every soccer game, every recital, every academic competitions, everything. He was always there, always smiling and looking proud.

"One semester during sophomore year, he came home all happy and giddy, it wasn't unusual really. He was always happy and giddy. But this one's just different. He told us he had met this student in class, he thought she was brilliant." Y/N stopped for a moment, trying to calm herself down before she started crying and shouting.

Cairo noticed how hard it is for Y/N to continue so she held the taller girl's hand in her own and squeezed it. "You don't have to continue. I believe I got the gist of it."

Y/N shook her head and turned to Cairo with a pained smile. "I want to continue."

Cairo looked worried, but she nodded nonetheless. "Okay. But you can stop anytime." She gave out an assuring smile.

Y/N nodded, squeezing Cairo's hand gently. "He told mum and I all about this girl. We were amazed by her. So we told dad to bring her home one time so we could talk. He did. We had a barbeque one saturday, family's all there and she was there. I thought she was brilliant, she was so fascinating with all the things she knew. Little did we know, she would cause the biggest heart break to ever happen to us."

Y/N shook her head. "During the middle of the semester, my father started to act weird. He started getting drunk, not sleeping, he started being absent. One day he came home and told us he was let go of his job. My mum and I asked why, he never answered. The days after that, he became difficult. He would pick a fight with me and mum. He would get angry. He would get drunk, pass out on the couch. I slowly watched my father become a shell of what he used to be. He just stopped functioning."

Cairo could not help it anymore. She stood up and went in front of Y/N, hugging the girl in her arms tightly as she gently brushed Y/N's hair with her fingers, wanting the taller girl to know that she's there, that it's okay. Y/N leaned in Cairo's arms, sighing heavily.

"Then my mum knew about what happened. Turns out the girl orchestrated a plan for my dad to get fired. She invited my dad for coffee one time, asked a friend to take a couple of pictures that looked intimate. The school board didn't like it. Had an entire meeting about it. My dad tried to fight with all his might. Turns out when he started acting weird, that's when he was battling with those accusations. It took only 3 photos and one girl for my dad to lose everything. One day after I won a game, I showed my medal to my dad but he didn't say anything. Next thing I know, I was running to their room. Then I saw him, blood everywhere, his body unmoving. He was gone, Cairo."

This is the most Cairo has seen Y/N vulnerable. Now she understood perfectly why Y/N wanted to help Mr. Miller. What happened to her dad was unjust. So when told the school board that Cairo's accusations were baseless, this is what she meant. What happened to Y/N's father were baseless accusations.

So, she just stood there, holding Y/N in her arms, letting her let out all the frustrations and emotions she's bottled up the entire time.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem reader #cairo sweet x reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #cairo sweet #tara carpenter #wednesday addams #miller's girl

[heartsfourdazai]

ok I've had this idea for a little bit but feel free to skip it if you don't like the idea!

So it can be NSFW or sfw but like,chuuya with a shape shifter reader who sometimes turns into him to mess with him (I have ideas for NSFW but yk)

READER WHO CAN SHAPESHIFT― chuuya nakahara x reader

warnings: lowercase writing, somewhat crack, lmao, nsfw warning at the bottom(plz, i'm so tired i rushed it lmao)

uhm, anon i would love to hear your nsfw ideas; please i beg!! really hope you enjoy, sorry guys i'm so tried so my upcoming posts may not be the best, OR even written for some time

@justcallmesakira @riiwrites @ruanais

chuuya

found your ability pretty cool, actually!!

it's really useful for mission and other stuff like that.

likes to see your ability in action.

you can turn into almost anyone!

one time, you turned into dazai and just bothered him with it the entire day.

he made sure to get you back someway, because if he didn't know it was you he would have punched you in the face.

however, he never expected for you to turn into him??

through chuuya's form, you ere chatting to tachihara and he thought chuuya, aka you, was drunk off his mind.

"you'll never believe what i heard akutagawa said to atsushi on this one mission, he's so gay..." chuuya spoke; however knew something was off by the way he spoke.

tachihara blinked, "ah huh..have-have you been drinking?"

"i don't drink; i collect!"

tachihara walked away awkwardly; shrugging when he noticed gin behind the wall he walked.

chuuya grinned as he turned on his feel and walked away as well; but with less awkwardness.

not even into the next day, more like late evening, just as you and chuuya were about to head out, akutagawa ran into chuuya first; and he didn't seem happy to see him.

as you sipped on your tea, legs hoisted up on your desk, you heard rabid footsteps from outside your door and two seconds later chuuya's figure came running in, beads of sweat rolled down his face as he had his back to the door.

his hat almost fully off his head, and his coat half of and on.

"chuuya!!" you cheered gleefully, trying your hardest to act innocent.

"back so soon-"

"he's mental!" chuuya cried, grabbing onto your arm and stared back at the door.

"who?" you played along.

"that vampire lookin ass, akutagawa. jeezus; what the fuck is he on??"

"well; what happened?"

chuuya pants, letting go of your arm when he thought he was safe...

"something about that weretiger! it's always the weretiger!!"

"and he's mad at youuu..." you hid your giggles...

chuuya fixed his hat; "because he thinks i told everyone what he told atsushi; I WASN'T EVEN THERE WHEN HE WAS ON THAT MISSION!!"

oh boy, when he finds out.

"well, he seems to be chiil now...how about we head home and.." you take his hand, but before he could respond at all...the door bursts open and akutagawa is there, just standing there and chuuya shrieks from the sudden loud noise.

"i will kill you-"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!"

"he's right it was me.." you confessed.

"exactly, it was the- WHAT THE FUCK???"

okay anyways;

the only nsfw thing i can really think of, is when you turn into the person you shapeshift into, you know where they're weakest points are.

you ABUSE that in bed.

say your top; and he's just a mess under you.

slightest touch on his weakest point with have he a sobbing mess.

"taking it like the good boy you are, hmm~"

"th-hahts right; right there, ah?~"

"so you lied? tch, tch, this is your weakest spot, hah?~"

kay, i'm done<3

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd x you #chuuya x you #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #my writing #๋࣭ ⭑ rue writes 🖋

[demonsword586]

Leviathan bloodshed part 5

(I'm sorry this took so long,got sick and exams have been fucking me up better than my fingers. But this is the last part! When I finish more stories,I'll probably post them like this)

The lid of Levithan's coffin opened and two robust men walked out of it.

It was Barbatos and Morax.

But...Morax didn't look so happy.

Morax: Barbatos...The stench of roses in your coffin will be the death of me. It gave me such tremendous motion sickness..

Barbatos: It's alright,motion sickness can never kill you! Anyway,his Majesty is in critical state!!

Barbatos: You're the only devil who can save his Majesty,so help us out now!

Said Barbatos,pushing Morax's shoulders and almost dragged him over as he approached you.

Mc: ( It looks like it would only be a matter of time before Morax is also in a critical state...)

Morax was already covered in bloody bandages.

You were about to ask Morax who has finally approached about how he was,with a worried look on your face.

Mc: Morax,are you alright?

Morax: ...I think that's for me to ask,Mc.

Mc: Huh? To me?

Morax: No,to his Majesty Leviathan who is squished underneath you.

Mc: .....Oh!!..Ah?!

Only then did you realize that your bottom and legs were mercilessly sitting on Leviathan's wounded body.

Mc: L-Leviathan!!! Don't die!!

Morax: If you think about what you were just doing with his Majesty Leviathan until just now,he woudn't suddenly be crushed to death because of you.

Mc:...Uhm,okay...But how did you know what I was doing with Leviathan...

Barbatos: Because anyone can see that the two of you look like you've just made love!

Barbatos answeared so energetically that you wanted to hide.

You belatedly climbed down from Leviathan's body.

Morax:(cute smiling face) There's no need to hurry. Take all the time you want,Mc.

Barbatos: Hurry up,Morax! His Majesty will pass away!

Morax smiled the most laid-back smile at Barbatos and sat by Leviathan's head.

Morax: (MaGIc) (''All injuries I know of belong to me. All injuries,stay with me.'')

When Morax murmured in a gentle voice,warm yellow light seeped from his hand and permeated into Leviathan's wounds.

At the same time,black light shone from Leviathan's wounds as though exchanging with Morax's light.

The more the yellow light surrounded Leviathan's body kindly and warmly,the black light began to hack at Morax's body more violently and brutally.

Thicker blood began to seep out of the bandages covering Morax's entire body.

The more Morax's skin split and bled through the gap in the bandages,the cleaner Leviathan's body became.

Mc: M-Morax!!

Each time Leviathan's wounds slowly closed up,Morax's civil face contorted in pain.

Mc: Morax,you'll be in danger while treating Leviathan!!

Morax: It's al...right. All the other devils..risk their lives when fighting too...This is only how I fight...

But the moment he finished speaking,Morax coughing up blood.

Just then,a rope slid down from above Morax's head and wound itself around his neck to hang him.

Morax: Kurgh?!

Leviathan: Fool. Do you wish to die?

Leviathan growled,sitting up with his half-healed body.

Seeing from how he looked like he was having trouble just gasping,he has greatly improved.

Morax: Kur..gh...This is...my job....and duty of...someone.....attending his Majesty...Lucifer...

Leviathan: Thank you for healing me,but I do not hope for anything more. Get lost

Plop-!

Along with Leviathan's order,the rope loosened and Morax who had been dragged about 5 centimeters into the air now collapsed on the ground.

Mc: Morax,are you alright?

Leviathan: You must be happy you have many devils you can worry about.

Mc: ....?

Leviathan spoke to you in annoyance when you rushed towards Morax.

Mc: ....Don't tell me you're jealous?

Leviathan: Why would I have such feelings for you...

Barbatos: Of course,Mc! Since his Majesty Leviathan is the devil of envy!

Leviathan: (glaring at Barbatos like he plans to strangle him) ......

Leviathan glared viciously at Barbatos,but he was oblivious as he worried.

Barbatos: Anyway,although his Majesty Leviathan has recovered his strenght,the treatment isn't over,is it?

Morax: Don't worry. If I use my powers some more like this..

Leviathan: I am not so weak that I would take another devil's life to survive?

Morax: In that case...How about this? How about you come to Paradise Lost to where his Majesty Lucifer is?

Morax: If you go there to be treated and return,you'll be able to be treated entirely an the devils of Hades will relax as well.

Morax suggested extremely kindly and softly as though appeasing a fierce cat.

Barbatos: That's a good idea,Morax! Your Majesty Leviathan,lean on me! I shall help you to Paradise Lost-

Leviathan: Hang.

Barbatos: Kurgh?!

Barbatos choked like Morax had done a while ago and looked like he didn't know why.

Leviathan: If you go with me,who will take care of the guest of Hades?

Barbatos: Oh...! That's....

Foras: I'll do it,your Majesty.

You thought your heart would stop because of Foras who appeared out of thin air.

Mc: F-Foras?! When did you get here?!

Foras: A while ago.

Now that you looked,the lid of Leviathan's coffin was open as it lay.

Mc: I hope you can make some sounds as you move in the future...! Foras!

Foras: I'm sorry. I'm just used to it. And...I was so suprised on seeing his Majesty hurt that I...actually forgot to breathe.

You could still feel the confuion in his melodious voice that scattered in the air.

And Leviathan was...glaring daggers at his loyal subject.

Meanwhile there was a plop-! and Barbatos finally managed to land on the ground.

Foras: Were you angry because I appeared too late? If so,I will accept any punishment gladly...

Leviathan: It's the opposite.

Leviathan clicked his tongue and eventually stood up with Barbatos's help.

Just when you were about to stand up with him,the purple jewel you put on the ground while frantically touching Leviathan touched your shoe lightly and alerted you of it's presence.

Foras: That jewel...Ahh,that's why I felt 'that kind of energy' from you and his Majesty Leviathan.

Foras nodded as though he saw for himself the light and myserious power that the jewel emanated.

Foras: You Majesty Leviathan,you really found this jewel!

Foras stared at Levithan in awe-although that was how he always looked at Leviathan.

Foras: The monster protecting this would have been quite strong though. Of course,there's nothing his Majesty Leviathan can't do...

Foras: But still no one in Hell has ever captured it.

Leviathan: I called on an extraterrestrial disciple and made it eat the monster.

Foras: Ahh,I see. But...won't it appear again by the time he finishes digesting it?

Foras: Then,your Majesty Leviathan's biggest powers would be lost.

Levithan: You speak too much,Foras.

When Levithan spoke coldly,Foras immediately closed his mouth.

Mc: ( Wait. No way...Did he get attacked by those attacks like that because he lost his powers from getting this jewel?!)

Regardless to your shock,Leviathan and Foras no longer talked about it.

Instead,Foras picked the jewel up from the ground and held it tightly in his hand.

Then the purple jewel decreased in the size to become a small ring.

Foras:Mc. The story of this jewel isn't simply a rumor. It really does have the power to make you closer to the person you want.

Foras: It's not a superstition,so use it when you need it. It will shine beautifully and be on your side.

When you carefully took the ring from Foras,Leviathan opened his mouth as though he had been waiting for this moment.

Leviathan: You should return now. You are only getting in the way.

Leviathan said coldly and turned with Barbatos's support.

Then he walked towards Morax who was preparing a mobilization enchantment.

But before Leviathan has completly receded,you reached out to hold on to him.

At the same time two suprising things happened.

The rain has come to a stop.

And simultaniously so when you reached out and the rain stopped,Leviathan turned back to you.

Leviathan:...!

Mc: ....!

You and Leviathan stood there blankly upon catching each other's gazes in midair,but Leviathan soon came to his senses.

Leviathan: What is the matter?

Mc: Says you. Why did you turn back?

Leviathan: I asked first.

Mc: ...Because I wanted to say goodbye properly.

Leviathan ulled an odd expression at the word 'goodbye'.

Mc:Leviathan,I hope you receive your treatment well and return.

Leviathan: ....

Leviathan stared at you with a sullen look on his face as though he didn't like what you said.

Embarrassed by his gaze,you hastly added.

Mc: I'll be waiting in Hades until you return.

Leviathan: Do whatever you want.

It sounded likehe was talking to someone he was completely disintrested in....but there was a faint,satisfied smile on Leviathan's face.

Mc: I said what I wanted to say. Now it's your turn.

When you asked,invigorating the atmosphere out of embarrassment,Leviathan snatched the ring in your hand.

Mc: Huh..!

And he put it on your finger.

Mc: Huh?!

Leviathan: You're making stupid sounds. You should close that mouth of yours.

Leviathan said as though telling you not to ruin the mood.

Leviathan: Make sure to cherish it. Only one of it's kind exists in Hell.

Mc: Why would you give me something so precious..

Morax: I'm done,shall we go now?

Before you could finish asking,Morax gestured from a round and complicated magic circle he drew on the ground.

Leviathan and Barbatos helping him both entered the magic circle.

Barbatos: Don't worry too much about his Majesty Leviathan! This Barbatos is watching over him!

You and Foras stood side to side and watched the three devils on the magic circle.

Morax uttered a spell and the lines forming the magic circle were just about to flash with white light,when-

Leviathan: You two. Move further away from each other.

Leviathan lips moved and they were gone the next second.

Mc: Ha...

When Leviathan who had been half restored showed you how jealous he could be,a laugh of relief escaped you.

Foras: Alright,shall we go then? Walking at the safe distance from each other as his Majesty ordered.

You nodded.

If you returned,the big fire in the square might be out.

But that didn't matter.

Mc: ( I think the ring on my finger would shine brighter than that.)

You stared at where Leviathan disappeared and thought hopefully that you would soon be able to meet him again.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb barbatos #whb morax #whb foras

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Hi hi uhm, I've been thinking a few days about something... Maybe you can make it into headcanons or a one-shoot? Only if you're comfortable with the idea of course.

Chuuya taking care of his s/o who's struggling to eat properly, eat certain things and cares a lot about the way they look and the way people will talk about them. You can choose more characters if you want (Dazai, Fyodor, etc) or you can just write for Chuu.

Thank you, take your time and take care! ☺️💕

i hope you're going okay my love. i understand this struggle. it's an absolute nightmare and unfortunately at the time this was a big issue for me i didn't really have anybody around. i don't want that for you! if you ever wanna talk about it you can come to me :) i dunno how much help i can be but i'm always here to listen!

Helping to take care of a reader who struggles to eat

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Oda Sakunosuke, Atsushi Nakajima, x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: These boys help you when you feel self-conscious and find it difficult to eat.

♡ cw: Reader is self-conscious and has trouble eating, mentions of murder (c'mon...this is BSD), swearing, slight implication of NSFW stuff (Dazai strikes again)

note: I put a couple of my comfort characters in here- hopefully their hcs will comfort you too :) I also put your suggested characters in in case you wanted to see 'em. Apologies for errors, hope you enjoy x

Chuuya:

Chuuya has probably had to deal with something similar in Dazai at a time. He understands how you feel and he's totally down to help you

First of all he lets you know that if you crave anything at all, no matter what it is, he'll get some for you. Literally, it could be just crackers or something insanely expensive like caviar he will buy it for you and eat some with you. Anything is better than nothing!

Second he tells you (probably a little aggressively) that the only opinion that matters when it comes to your appearance is YOURS. Fuck all those other people, it's literally none of their business and he's passionate about that. He would probably kill anyone who dares to talk shit about you (let alone to your face? oh man)

He hugs you and lets you know that everything is gonna be alright, and that he'll always be there to support you with things like this no matter what

When he eats, he encourages you to eat alongside him (so it's not as bad y'know, because you're doing it with Chuuya ^-^)

He is very defensive of you in public, like if you don't feel like eating at an event or something he won't force you and if anyone asks or comments on it he snaps at them a little bit lowkey

Chuuya is so encouraging and is always very proud of you whenever you make any progress, like whether you eat a certain amount or if you tell him that you felt attractive that day

Dazai:

Dazai definitely takes it quite seriously. He's mostly worried for your health at first, so his first priority is to get you some food. He does try to get you to eat, but if he fails he knows he can't really force you to eat, so he lets up a little

He's just really worried. Generally because he doesn't want you to get sick but also because of your mental health. Dazai feels as if he has a duty to be there to help you so he does his best

He thanks you for trusting him enough to tell him something like this, and promises to help you in any way you want him to

He will try to make you feel better by complimenting you and just generally lightening the mood

Dazai lets you know that there's no pressure to do so but asks if maybe you could try eating a certain amount a day (like a limit of two meals minimum maybe?) if you're able to? And he's willing to do it with you too if that would make you feel more comfortable

Calls Kunikida and asks him to help him cook you something because he can't cook (lol) and maybe a meal you like would help you? (Kunikida of course agrees to help- for your sake not Dazai's)

Dazai also thinks it's important that he uh...~demonstrates~ the extent of his attraction to you. Y'know, to really help you get the message. He really, really just wants to make sure you understand how much he appreciates and loves you.

Fyodor:

He will also kill people who talk smack about you, but he's like waaaaay scarier about it. Like Chuuya was kind of just exaggerating- he really will do it

Meanwhile, he'd sit you in his lap and comfort you and let you vent and cry to him about your issues as long as you need

He's just a little bit manipulative. Fyodor's method of comforting you about your outward perception is to tell you that his opinion is the only one that matters, and his opinion is that you're very attractive! You don't need to do anything to make him think so

He is probably the most...forceful? when it comes to trying to encourage you to eat. Fyodor would try to convince you to eat by telling you he'll reward you once you do. Maybe he buys you something or takes some time off to spend with you? If you still don't want to, he just doesn't give up. He'll find a way somehow

Fyodor perhaps also enlists the help of SIGMA ONLY because he knows that he's like...very comforting and empathetic and might be able to reassure you about your appearance and relationship with food

He will name all of your features that you consider to be flaws and give you reasons as to why he loves them all very much

Other than Sigma he doesn't bring up the issue with anyone else because he believes it's not his place (he's right tho). If anyone asks he just tells them 'It's a private matter' and nothing more 😌

Oda:

Oda is curious to know what's caused your refusal to eat and self-consciousness. He's curious, but he doesn't ask you any questions.

He simply cooks you an easily digestible meal and sits you down on the couch, gently telling you that he's willing to feed you as much or as little as you want to take

You ask him why he's done this for you, and his reply is a mere 'I care about you.' You can't really say no to that, so you do take a bite or two. Oda doesn't force you to eat anything else, whenever you're done he knows you're done

This goes on for some time- if your issue fluctuates from time to time he's always ready to cook you something and feed you. Though at times where you don't wanna eat he doesn't ever force you to do it.

More importantly he's willing to spend as much time as it takes to reassure you that he thinks you're beautiful and attractive just as you are, regardless of appearance. Though he isn't a man of like, too many words, he shows his love for you very clearly.

If you ever feel like you're a burden to Oda because of this stuff he does he immediately lets you know that that couldn't be any LESS true. He doesn't see it that way at all- he just loves you and wants to help you of his own volition

Is very comforting and whenever you bring it up with him you know that you've made the right decision to trust him with your issue

Atsushi:

Atsushi cares so much about you. He's heartbroken to know that you don't see yourself the same way he does.

Atsushi is a big eater and he's not extremely insecure when it comes to his physical appearance specifically, so he's a little confused about why you feel the way you do. Nonetheless he does his very best to sympathise with you and comfort you

He always offers to share his food with you from then on, even if it's just a little he's very happy when you accept it. He only gives you food he thinks you'll enjoy though because he's a sweetie

He's always been a big praise man but he just doubles it now that he knows you're self conscious. He just wants you to know how much you mean to him and how lovely you are in his eyes.

Asks Yosano for help T-T he just wants to make sure you're healthy. You might get a check in from her from time to time. She is a very helpful person to talk to about this though, good call Atsushi

Atsushi tells you that if anyone bothers you that he'll be there to take care of them for you. He'd usually be able to talk it out but he's not afraid to get just a teensy tiny bit violent if the other person doesn't back down.

To be honest he might just start eating bigger portions himself to make you feel more comfortable with the amount of food you eat to make it seem like less than it is (hE'S TRYING HIS BEST)

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ me omw to cuddle @sunasjellyfruit and everybody else who reads this

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The Bounty | Din Djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: mentions of death (of a family member as well), murder, swearing, fluff, and just... Mando being Mando. hope y'all enjoy &lt;3

word count: 2.8k

synopsis: Din catches a bounty that utterly intrigues him, and that bounty happens to be you.

divider by @saradika

Fuck.

Your head hurt so bad. Your vision was so blurry, and you couldn't comprehend what the hell even happened. You kept fading in and out, whole body just absolutely aching.

You felt like it was forever until you came to. You blinked rapidly, several times, just to even regain consciousness of reality. Once your vision focused, you noticed you were on a ship. What the fuck?

You look around slowly, drinking in the sight of your surroundings. You noticed you were perched up against a metal wall, legs extended out in front of you. It was only until now that you noticed your hands were cuffed behind your back, the cold, rough metal biting harshly at your wrists every time you tugged slightly. You furrowed your brow, which was coated in pure cold sweat. The fluorescent lights in the ship were still too blinding for your vision, and you groaned in agony.

You stilled for a second, closing your eyes again to see if you could at least hear something familiar, because even the stars in space knew you couldn't muster up the energy to stand up, even if you wanted to. You didn't hear much except for the still air of hyperspace, it seemed like, and... is that... a baby cooing?

Your eyes instantly snapped open, being startled by a tall, extremely intimidating Mandalorian. You looked up at him from your place on the ground, his almost blindingly shiny beskar armor glinting the reflection of the lights on the ship. His helmet was tilted down toward you, making it devastatingly obvious that he was staring... maybe even... observing you.

You gulped in terror as your fight or flight kicked in, but then it suddenly dawned on you: one, he's a fucking Mandalorian. He has all kinds of weapons and trinkets that could kill you in a second, and two: even if you did put up a decent fight, where the fuck would you go? You're literally in hyperspace.

It's only then that you notice a little creature, who couldn't be more than a foot tall, making his way to the Mandalorian. He was so tiny, with big dark green, almost black-ish eyes. You blinked a couple of times in disbelief, making sure you were seeing things correctly. The little creature cooed his baby noises once more, trying to get the man's attention. He didn't budge.

"Uhm," You try your damndest to break the awkward silence and thick, unwavering tension, "What am I doing here?" You choke out, your mouth feeling so dry, throat extremely coarse.

You had an idea of why you were a bounty, but in your defense, the man you murdered had it coming. He killed your father, the last family you had on Tatooine, and you simply wanted to avenge his death. You didn't think the New Republic would frown so deeply upon getting revenge. But, alas, you were another identity on a puck, being ruthlessly hunted by a Mandalorian.

"Just kill me now," you wavered, feeling exhausted and quite literally having no will to stay alive, "I'm sure you'll get a good amount of credits for turning me in." You felt tears prick the back of your eyes, because your father was the only reason you kept going. Now that he was gone, what was the purpose?

Your response astonishes Din, even though he stays incredibly still. He's never had a bounty, especially as young and healthy as you were, plead for him to take their life. Usually it was a bounty that was older, or a renowned criminal within the galaxy, that truly didn't give two fucks if they died or not. Especially commenting about how many credits he'd get after turning you in. Something was off about you, but not in a bad way— Din just couldn't figure it out. He didn't trust anyone, at all, except for his green little son that was still trying to get his dad's attention at his feet.

But, for some reason, Din's gut told him to not freeze your body in carbonite. And so, he didn't... and he let you stick around.

-

That was six months ago. Six months you've been by Mando and the kid's side, flying all throughout the galaxy with them. Six months of incredibly dangerous yet exhilarating missions, beautiful planets, and little by little, getting to know the man armored in beskar himself. He never says much, and quite frankly, neither do you. The silence is something you both enjoy, but there's times where you'd both get curious about each other and your lives.

You told him the reason you ended up on that puck he was given to by Greef Karga, which made him ten times more glad he didn't do anything stupid on impulse that resulted in you no longer being in this galaxy. Mando knew you could fight, quite well, to his astonishment. He also knew you could shoot a blaster, and basically carry your own. Only thing you were missing was practically just the armor.

You never ceased to amaze him with your abilities— one minute you're his little sidekick joining him on a couple of missions to catch other bounties, and the next, you're making a deliciously hot meal for him and the kid. He didn't need help catching the bounties, but because of your quickness and ability to be sneaky, you were a great asset to him catching his targets. Plus, he thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you—

but he'd never admit that to you.

He generally always wondered how you'd acquired all of these vital survival skills over the years but never asked you, well, for one, because of the enjoyment of peace and quiet. Two, he didn't want to overstep. He wanted to get to know you more, and the more he found out, he always made a mental note to himself.

He remembers that your favorite flowers are nightbloomers, you like the warmth of the sun (because it wistfully reminded you of your home planet) much rather than the harsh and cold snow, your favorite drink is Bantha milk, and you love to secretly dance, especially when you think he isn't looking.

You can say being a quiet person really comes with some perks, especially being an excellent observer. Sometimes it's better just to sit back and watch, and that came as second nature to the both of you.

You sat in the co-pilots chair, basking in the same comfortable silence you two always do. The kid, who's name you found out long ago is Grogu, is fast sleep on your lap. He's snoring lightly, little breaths in and out at a steady pace. His tiny, three-fingered right hand is grasping onto the lapel of your black robe. Your heart swells at the sight.

You hear Mando input something on the navigator of the Razor Crest, and your eyes shift to his fingers. He was putting in new coordinates to a planet.

"Where are we headed?" You ask softly, eyes trained on the navigation system.

"Coruscant. Figured you'd want to get some fresh air and see the markets they have." He replies to you simply, no further explanation.

This was odd— he never really went out of his way to go to a completely different planet he didn't need to be on. Nonetheless, the kind gesture of his didn't make your heart fail to flutter.

You can never tell what goes on through his mind, mostly because you've never seen his face. You knew about the creed the Mandalorians needed to strictly follow prior to meeting him, but didn't know the full extent until he decided to explain it to you on a warm, sunset-filled evening not even a few weeks ago. You'll never forget the way the hues of orange and red reflected off of his armor.

His identity basically became a secret for the rest of his life, from childhood on. You were always curious as to what he looked like, but never questioned him or pushed it because, well, it really wasn't your place to know. You'd only known him for half a year, so you were nowhere near deserving to ask more than slightly intrusive questions about his appearance, or his past.

You arrived to Coruscant faster than you anticipated. The kid was still sleeping soundly when you guys landed, so you made sure to be extra careful to put him in his crib. Soon enough, you made it to a more secluded area of the city-covered planet. It was only a twenty minute walk from where the Razor Crest was stationed.

The planet was warm, and the outskirt markets of the city had solid dirt roads. The sound of dirt crunching under your boots as you walked became all too prominent, realizing the buzzing market before your eyes suddenly became quiet. You were confused at first, until you realized everyone was staring at Mando. He seemed to ignore all of it, probably so used to holding so much power that a whole lively, bustling town falls silent at his mere presence.

The power trip he must have is insane.

Everyone slowly returns to their own doings, some still whispering amongst themselves. You were here for the market, so that's what you were going to focus on.

You stop suddenly, guilt tinging your being just slightly. Mando looks down at you, confused as to why you suddenly halted your movements.

"I don't have any credits." You look up at him, your grimacing face reflecting off of his visor.

"Don't worry about it. We need food for the ship anyways." He keeps walking past you like it's no big deal at all. Although he is the one who captured you, you couldn't help but feel bad for not contributing to buying food or necessities. You know he made a decent amount of credits doing what he does, but you never questioned how much.

Again, it wasn't your space to pry.

"Here," Mando's modulated voice breaks your wandering thoughts, "Buy yourself whatever you'd like." He slips fifty credits in your hands, and you gasp.

"Mando, this is a lot. I can't take this." You shake your head in refusal, trying to push the credits back into his big, stubborn hands.

"I insist. You help out a lot and never complain about a damn thing," He pushes your hands with the credits toward your body, "It's the least I can offer you." He finishes, looking down at you. Oh, how you wish you could see his face underneath all that beskar.

You couldn't form words to show how much gratitude you felt in the moment, so you just offer him a soft, sweet smile.

Something else Din would never tell you: he loved your smile. You seldom did it, but when you did, it's like the weight of the world was lifted off of his shoulders, and he felt like he could relax. It was genuinely such a rare treasure being able to see such a sight.

He looked back up at the busy marketplace, spotting a vendor he wanted to buy something from. Grogu's crib followed Mando, so you went off to a fruit vendor only a few feet away. You smile at the woman as you pick out your favorite fruits, putting them all in one bag. You gave her credits she charged you, thanking her for the bag and you step away to look at what the other vendors had to offer. You saw one that offered Bantha milk, and you gasped in pure delight.

You quickly walked to the stand, immediately getting three bags of the delicious blue milk you used to drink on Tatooine. It reminded you so much of your dad and mornings with him as you sat and watched him repair people's ships from all over the galaxy. He was a very well-trusted mechanic, and he taught you everything you know. Oh, how you miss him dearly.

Mando put a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to turn around and face him. He held out a bag of dried meat toward you, and you happily took a small piece.

"Thank you for bringing me out here," You smile up at him, feeling overly spoiled, "It means a lot that you'd go out of your way." You rest a free hand on the chest plate of his armor without even realizing your actions at first. You quickly remove your hand, gathering up your bags of goodies once more in both arms. You spot a small boutique across the way, excusing yourself from Mando's presence.

You saw the prettiest pale pink nightgown, and you bought it immediately. It got so hot on the ship sometimes because of how warm the heaters were, despite being in freezing cold space nearly all the time. You had fifteen credits after that, so you looked around some more.

You spotted a shoe vendor, but your arm was immediately yanked by Mando before you could even step forward.

"What the—?!" Mando's leather-gloved hand covers your mouth, pulling you to the side of a building and away from the view of the main road.

"New Republic officers and Mandalorians don't get along," He grits, voice sounding agitated, "We need to leave." And all you do is nod in understanding, not even thinking twice about questioning it. He's seen far more of the galaxy than you have, so it's easy to say that what he's saying to you comes from utter experience.

Mando made sure you followed close behind him, and you turned to check on Grogu every couple of minutes. You just wanted to make sure he was safe. That kid could sleep through anything, seriously. He's been asleep this whole time.

Following his lead, you three were hiding behind as many buildings as you could until there was no more. You stopped behind the last building before he looked at you.

"Can you run?" He asks, helmet looking down at you. Of course you can. You grew up on Tatooine. You nod feverishly, adrenaline pumping through the course of your being. He gives you a short, slight nod, before he takes your hand in his and you two book it back to the Razor Crest.

You heard the officers shouting from behind, but both of you couldn't be bothered to look back unless it was to check on the kid. After about ten minutes, you made it back to the ship. You were a bit breathless, but the officers were nowhere to be found.

You've never outrun the law before. To say it was exhilarating would be a complete understatement. You lean your back against a metal wall of the ship, hands behind your head to steady your heart rate. Mando immediately took off, shooting into hyperspace in less than no time.

Your heart was still beating rapidly, but your breaths weren't as labored. Mando made his way back over to you, and you stood up straight once he was in front of you. You looked up at his helmet with wide eyes, then suddenly— you couldn't contain your joy any longer.

You started laughing, hard. So hard that you were hunched over, gripping your sides. You can't believe you just did that.

Maybe for Mando it was something normal, but for you? You'd never do something like that. Your dad would've kicked your ass would he've known about these shenanigans.

Din's heart felt lighter when he heard the sweet sound of your laugh. It was like music to his ears. As soon as you settled down and looked at the shiny armor in front of you, he put both arms on each side of your head. It wasn't in an intimidating fashion whatsoever. It was gentle, almost like he was going to tell you a secret.

"Do you trust me?" He rasps, voice hardly present. You nod, no apprehensiveness in your movements. "Close your eyes. Please. Promise me you won't open them." His words are stern, but still kind.

"I promise," you whisper, immediately closing your eyes. "Mando, what's this abo—" You couldn't even finish your sentence, because a small hissing sound like pressure was being released was very close and present in the air in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of plush, velvety lips press up against yours. You gasp into the kiss, not expecting it one bit, but still melt into it. Your lips move with his in perfect sync, slow and steady. Your heart was fluttering and your stomach was doing all sorts of flips. Who knew a Mandalorian could be one hell of a kisser?

When your lips finally parted from his, you hear the same pressurized noise, except this time it sounded like it was being sucked in instead of let out.

"It's Din," he says, putting his leather-gloved hand on your cheek, grazing it softly with his thumb. "My name is Din." He reveals, resting the cold metal of the beskar helmet against your forehead. A smile spread across your lips like a wildfire, both hands reaching up to hold either side of his helmet.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Din." You teased, but smiled nonetheless. You knew, right then and there.

Din was your new purpose.

#din djarin #din djarin one shot #grogu djarin #baby yoda #grogu #star wars #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin fluff #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagines

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Kinktober day 6; Squirting

A good stretch

Summary: Nat and Wanda want a private *stretching* lesson from the team's personal yoga instructor, a cute (clearly subby) guy with a massive crush on the both of them.

Content Warning: smut, squirting, threesome, FemDom, Male sub, slight degrading/embarrassment, slight overstimulation, mention of sub drop, fluffy ending.

A/N: This was requested by @hauntedkittenfun. I kinda just did my thing with it but I really hope you like it!! This was also my first "male reader" fic AND my first Nat/Wanda fic so let me know what you guys think!!!

Word Count: 1800+

"Goodmorning everyone! I hope you had a good night's sleep because I'm not gonna go easy on you guys today!" you greeted the group cheerfully

"I sure hope you don't." Wanda giggled, immediately making you blush.

You'd had a massive crush on Nat and Wanda since Tony hired you as the group's yoga instructor. He said it was your job to help them all relax and give them a healthy outlet to deal with stress and trauma.

Who would have known you would be the one in desperate need of a stress reliever.

It was clear to anyone with eyes that you had a soft spot for the girls. They were both strong and fearless, and of course, ridiculously sexy. Sadly, they too had eyes. It didn't take long for them to notice the little crush you were harboring and they took every chance they got to tease you with it.

Today was no different.

After last week's class, they requested a private stretching session. Obviously, they were up to no good, but since it was your job, you decided to at least try and be professional.

And here you were, watching the two hottest women you'd ever laid your eyes on, wearing the shortest skirts you'd ever laid eyes on.

"I uhm...okay...so...let's get started!" You stuttered, making the girls smirk at each other.

"So how do you want us, sir?" Wanda asked sweetly.

Good god, they must be trying to kill you.

"I-I'd...uh...I'd start with some floor work. Can you guys do a downward dog?"

"Hear that Wanda? He wants us in doggy." Nat added.

Yup, for sure trying to kill you.

They both got down on their yoga mats, making a show of sticking their ass up in the air and looking up at you with big, innocent eyes.

"R-right...how is that going?"

"Well, I don't know, sir," Wanda spoke sweetly again. "Could you maybe help me go a little deeper?"

You suppressed a whine and adjusted yourself in your pants before you got down on the floor behind Wanda.

"Breathe out a bit more and tilt your hips...like this," you said, placing your hand on her hip.

Wanda arched her back a bit a pushed her ass up higher, this time giving you a clear view of her pussy, which you now noticed was completely bare and dripping.

"How's that?" she asked, looking back at you while chewing her finger.

"I-I...uh..wh-...I" you babbled, feeling your dick twitch. Dear lord, she was close enough to fucking smell...

"Well how about me?" Nat spoke up. "How's my doggy position?"

You looked over to see Nat in the same position Wanda was in, ass up with her bare pussy on full display.

"Holy-"

Your brain stopped working for a second. You were convinced they had successfully brought you to your end, and you had now entered heaven. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a buzzing sound accompanied by a moan.

The heavenly sound came from Natasha's mouth. Her arms were stretched out wide across the floor in front of her as her ass pushed up high in the air (a perfect downward dog, one must admit.) Only then you noticed the small pink silicone cord hanging out of Nat's entrance.

"Wanda, turn is up!" Nat whined.

You looked over at Wanda, who now had her phone in her hand, sliding her finger across the screen. The buzzing sound that came from Nat's pussy increased as Wanda's finger continued to move across her phone screen.

"Hmmm feels so good!" Nat looked back at you, making sure to keep eye contact. "M'getting really, really close. Wanna help me out?"

'I think you should...I really think you guys should p-put some panties on."

Nat rolled her eyes in playful annoyance instead of pleasure this time. "Stop being such a little bitch and fuck us already."

That was it. A man could only take so much. You felt like a pirate at sea falling straight into the claws of cockdrunk sirens, yet you didn't care. If this is how you died, it seemed like a good way to go.

Wanda must have sensed your urge to finally give in, so she decided to pull you in before you could change your mind. Grabbing the back of your neck, she yanked you closer and smashed her lips against yours.

She tasted heavenly. Like strawberries and Cinnamon. You moaned into her mouth as she tangled her fingers into your hair and slightly pulled. You felt powerless, in the best way possible.

While Wanda was busy absolutely eating you alive, Natasha reached over for the phone, turning her vibrator to the highest setting.

When Wanda gave you a second to catch your breath, you saw how Nat was thoroughly enjoying herself watching the two of you.

"Look at that, Nat. I think someone is excited." Wanda giggled, gesturing to the absolute tent that had occurred in your pants.

"Hmm, fuck! Grind on him, hun." She ordered Wanda, who happily obliged.

Wanda climbed in your lap and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. She nuzzled into your neck and nibbled on your ear as she started grinding her naked pussy on your bulge.

Natasha kept eye contact with you as she reached her hand down to her clit. You could tell she was getting closer by the way her back arched and her thighs started trembling.

"Oh FUCK!!!" Nat screamed, yanking the vibrator out of her pussy as she squirted all over her yoga mat. She furiously rubbed her clit and her entire body shook as she rode the waves of her clearly intense orgasm.

The entire scene unraveling in front of your very eyes combined with Wanda grinding and humping on your lap like a dog in heat made you lose your mind. Natasha squirting all over the floor. Wanda moaning in your ear. Her bare pussy rubbing right against your hard, throbbing cock over and over again. Your crotch was getting soaked, not only from Wanda's wetness spreading over your lap but also from your precum leaking out of your fat, needy dick.

Before you knew it was happening, you grabbed Wanda's waist and weakly thrusted against her. Your entire body shook and you screamed a few incoherent sounds as you came right there and then. The hot, sticky, wet load of cum staining against your sweatpants immediately.

A few seconds passed before you heard a giggle coming from Wanda.

"Did he just...?" Nat asked

"Yeah.." Wanda chuckled, making Nat giggle as well.

They both burst out laughing, making your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You tried to move away from Wanda but she stopped you.

"No, wait! Don't go..." She looked at you, a hint of a smile still on her face.

"Yeah, you promised us a stretching lesson." Natasha said.

"And from what I felt...it'll be quite the stretch..." Wanda whispered, her smile getting wider by the second.

"Here, let me clean up this mess, baby." Nat said. Wanda finally got off your lap and allowed Natasha to take off your sweatpants. A mixture of Wanda's wetness and your own cum was smeared all over your thighs and your sensitive, softening cock.

Natasha threw a smirk your way before leaning down and licking you clean. When she got to your dick, you hissed.

"Sensitive, baby?"

You nodded, still unable to string together a sentence.

She took your cock in her mouth anyway, making you whine in pain and pleasure.

"Who's cock is this?" Nat asked you, continuing to stroke at a fast pace while she spoke.

"Yours!!! It's yours!"

"That's a good boy. Such a slutty little bitch." she said before continuing to suck you off.

Her head bobbed up and down until your dick got nice and hard again.

"Wanda, honey?" Nat turned around. "Your turn to cum."

Wanda smiled and moved to straddle you again, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. It was strange how different their approach was, yet how good they both made you feel.

You felt her lower herself down on your shaft. Slowly taking you inch by inch.

"Shit..." She whined.

"Are you okay?" You looked at her with wide eyes.

"Such a sweetheart." She smiled, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips once more.

She slowly started moving. Bouncing up and down on your cock with her head thrown back. Her boobs bounced with her movements and she squeezed you so hard you feared you might faint, or worse, cum before she does, again.

While you were trying your hardest to contain yourself, Natasha decided to taunt you some more. She came up behind you and pressed kisses to your neck while playing with your hair. Every now and then she whispered filthy things in your ear, about how pretty you were and how good you made them both feel.

"Please..." you whined

"Please what, baby boy?" Nat taunted

"Please cum! Can't hold it any longer! Want you to come so bad!" you begged and pleaded with all you had.

Wanda didn't have to be told twice, she had been circling the edge since she first felt your clothed bulge pressed against her needy pussy.

She leaned back and started circling her hip. Her hands held on to your knees for support as she started to tremble. Your cock nudged right against her g-spot and it was making her see stars.

"Press your hand against her belly," Nat whispered in your ear. "Trust me..."

You did as you were told and firmly pressed your large hard on Wanda's abdomen.

"OH fuck fuck FUCK!!!" she screamed, lifting herself up as she squirted all over your stomach and your cock.

Natasha was quick to grab your cock and help you reach your final orgasm while softly rubbing against Wanda's clit to help her ride out hers.

"Cum for me. Cum for us."

and you did, harder than ever before.

*********************************************************************

"Did we break you?" Nat spoke softly as she stroked your hair.

You were laying with your head on Natasha's chest while Wanda spooned you from behind, pressing kisses against your back and tracing random patterns on your bare skin.

"I think so..." you spoke. Your voice was weak from all the screaming you had done earlier and your muscles felt sore.

"...you were really hot." Wanda reassured you, sensing your sub drop approaching.

"I was?" you asked, turning around to lay on your back

"Are you joking? I've never cum that hard in my life!" Nat assured you, snuggling against your chest.

"Yeah, she's right, me either." Wanda agreed, copying Natasha's movements

Pride swelled in your chest as the two of them cuddled against you, telling you how good you made the feel and how well you had done.

"Such a good boy," Wanda whispered, kissing your cheek

"Our good boy." Nat corrected, pressing a kiss against the other.

#marvel smut #smut #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda smut #wanda fanfic #wanda x male reader #natasha x wanda #Natasha x male reader #natasha x wanda x you #fluff #marvel #fanfiction #gummydummy19 #requests

[barry-j-blupjeans]

#4 Taakitz?

4. "You're the worst, I love you so much."

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"Oh. My. Gods. Is that Taako? From Story and Song?"

Y'know, usually Taako enjoyed being famous. At the very least, it made it harder for people to pickpocket him because someone was always watching. Though, that made it harder for him to pickpocket anyone, too. Taako liked his fans, loved them even, but someone of them needed to learn to not snitch if they saw him doing a "crime". That was none of their business, thank you very much.

However, there was a very important exception to his "yeah, sure, c'mon up and meet me" rule. And that was that if he was with literally anyone else, ever, then maybe you should either wait 'til later or, at the very least, acknowledge the other person's existence. Sure, if he was hanging out with Lup or Magnus or whoever, they all got attention. Them's the breaks with the whole "seven birds" deal. But heaven forbid he and Ren go out for lunch or he tries to take his boyfriend out on a fucking date. Gods-damn, some people couldn't light a fire if they rubbed two of their own brain cells together.

Kravitz met Taako's eye over the top of his menu, tilting his head further down the street to where the voices were coming from. They had been planning to get breakfast at this chic little café Lup had pointed out to him in downtown Goldcliff, but Taako was really not in the mood for a swarm of fans right now.

Kravitz leaned towards him and asked,

"Want me to get rid of them?"

"Like... kill them, or-?"

"Not quite," Kravitz said. "I don't think the Raven Queen would be very happy with me if I just started killing random people."

"It's a valid tactic, though," Taako said and Kravitz didn't disagree, but he didn't say anything either. "Go for it, babe. Let's see what'chu got."

Kravitz smiled at him and held his menu back up to his face. The people down the street were getting closer now and there was a very distinct, "I think it is him!" from one of them. Taako pulled the brim of his hat down over his eyes.

A halfling, an orc, and a drow approached their outdoor café table. Taako awaited Kravitz's punchline.

"Excuse me?" said the drow, the one who they had first heard earlier. Taako took a sip from the coffee that their waiter had brought out earlier. "Uhm, Mr. Taako, do you mind if we get a pictur-"

"Mr. Who?" Kravitz butted in. Taako choked on his coffee.

"Uhm," the drow said. "Taako? Him?" They pointed towards Taako, who was now patting his chest with his fist in an attempt to get his breathing back in order.

"I don't know what a Taako is, but that's not a very nice thing to say to my husband," Kravitz said, setting his menu down. Taako tried very hard to muffle his giggles. He raised his own menu over his face to hide.

"It's- it's not an insult!" the halfling said. "He's Taako, right? From Story and Song?"

"And TV," the orc sighed dreamily.

"What's Story and Song?" Kravitz asked. Taako switched his menu to one hand, using the other to cover his mouth.

"You're goofing us right now," said the drow. "This is- this is a bit, right? This is a bit."

"It isn't," Kravitz said, holding it together a lot better than Taako was. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"The fish song!" said the halfling. "The seven birds? Are you telling me you missed the literal end of the world?"

"I don't get out much," Kravitz said.

"You didn't have to go out to hear the Story and Song!" said the halfling. "You're killing me, man."

"I'm really not understanding, sorry," Kravitz said. "But I'm going to have to ask you to go. Look, you're making my husband cry."

Taako was crying, but it definitely wasn't a bad thing. Still, he took a deep, shuddering breath and peaked just his eyes over his menu.

"My sister was killed by seven birds," Taako said, voice steeped with tears. "Oh, I'm remembering it all like it was just yesterday. All the pecking and the screaming-"

"Please, just let us have breakfast," Kravitz said. "This is his first day out of the house in years."

"And they just kept cawing "nevermore"!" Taako said, throwing his hand to his forehead. "My poor, poor sister."

"I'm... so sorry for your loss," the orc said. Taako hid back behind his menu. "We'll, uh, we'll leave you to... that. Have a good day."

"You too," Kravitz said. Taako listened to them walk away and dropped the menu, burying his face in his hands and laughing so hard his chest started hurting. Kravitz patted him on the arm. "Not too shabby, huh?"

"You're the worst," Taako said. "I love you so much. God, I gotta bring you everywhere."

"Love you too," Kravitz said, grinning. "Do you know what you want? I think I'm gonna have the cheese omelette, but you can take your time because I think we scared our waiter away."

#taakitz #taako #kravitz #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #asks #anon

[deadless-corpse]

December 26, 2023

I adjusted my shirt collar, it fit nicely, it looked nice. It was your typical business casual outfit. I tried to pretend like I wasn't stalling as I stared at the massive building, The Agency.

I took a deep breath and walked through the tinted glass doors. A secretary sat at the front, clicking through emails. I recognized her, Abigail, sometimes I'd bring donuts to work, I always let her get first pick. We didn't talk often but I've always respected her.

I cleared my throat, "Uhm, I'm here to get my license, may I speak with the man in charge?"

She didn't even look up from the screen. "Nope, I can put your name in if it's something important. If you want to get your license you'll have to take the exam after paying a fee and filling out some paperwork."

I sighed, thought something like this would happen. The man is always busy doing nothing. "Well can you tell Mr. M that Chad Harrison is alive and well and that Sunny-D is ready to get back to shining?"

Her head snapped up "Logan!? But you died!"

"Let's just say I got better." I smiled at her and she held her face in her hands. She was snickering but also sounded on the verge of tears.

"Just give me a second." She turned back towards her screen, pushed up her glasses and quickly emailed the boss.

We made small talk while waiting for a response the topic of kids came up eventually.

"I'm sorry we can stop talking about this if you want, I know what happened to your son..." She says apologetically and I quirked an eyebrow. What is she talking about? She's acting like he's dea-

Oh.

Ohh!

Of course she would think that! To them Bennett has been missing for 3 years and the police gave up on his case. Considering he was taken by the same people who killed me, it would only be logical to assume he's likely dead as well.

Now how do I go about explaining that my son is alive and well?

"Don't worry about it, Bennett's okay." I said carefully.

She gave an odd look, "But wasn't he...?" She trails off.

I haven't spoken to her much, I don't know if she's the type to run off and tell somebody what I did. I know she's a mother as well though, if anyone is a half decent parent they'd break the law for their kids. I gave her a serious expression.

"He was taken, not killed. I wasn't going to let my son be taken away from me." All I can do is hope she understands where I'm coming from.

She nodded once, an agreement to keep quiet between two parents. I sighed in relief. She perked up as she saw a new message in her inbox. It was him and it was about damn time as well.

"He says to send you right on up." She chirps, and I grinned.

Finally, my days of relying too heavily on others comes to an end. I can finally help my daughter find out who she is and provide for all my kids. Fucking finally!

Well...that is if the man will take me back...

I told her bye and that it was good to see her again before I made my way up to the elevator. I pressed the button to the top floor and then the close doors button. Deep breaths, Chad. Don't let your anticipation make you impatient.

I then realized I had been non-stop pressing the close doors button until they had finally shut. That's always a good sign.

I audibly groaned, I have too much energy. I have to be professional when I get up there. Stop! Pacing! In! The! Elevator!

I could have kissed the ground when I finally got out of that metal confining hell. I made my way to the back office, I saw a few people turning to others and whispering. Just say something if you want to say it! Ugh... I'm too riled up for this.

I put on a decent performance as I walked into the bosses office. "Hey! Christ, it's been forever!" I spoke to him like an old friend. Get him to remember why he liked having me around. Be nice, don't rock his shit again.

"I really can't believe you're alive, Mr. Harrison." He looked at me with the same awe and wonder as a child looking at an elephant in the zoo. It felt weird being looked at like an exhibit rather than a person.

"I can hardly believe it either, sir." I sat down in the seat across his desk.

"I take it you're ready to get into your old line of work?" He asked nonchalantly as he started filling out some paperwork he had on his desk. Maybe he was good at putting on a show of things too.

"Yes sir, if not for myself then for my kids." That was one thing I was completely serious about. Except I was partially doing this for Noir as well.

I'm tired of him risking getting arrested to provide for everyone. He says he doesn't care but I sure as hell do. I'm not going to see him behind bars as long as I'm alive.

"It's always been a bit of a mystery, Mr. Harrison. So if you don't mind me asking, what did happen to you that night?" He was just curious I'm sure. He doesn't really care what happened to me he just wants to know.

It was just me and Bennett, Noir had been out at an interview. I was watching his interview on TV, I always had taken a bit of pride in how far he had come. It was nice to watch him laugh and talk and answer questions. I wanted to know just as much as any viewer.

I heard something shatter, Bennett was crying. I stood up before I realized what I was doing. I began to run to his crib but I was stopped by a Blonde in the kitchen.

Fast. Fast. Fast.

Everything was going so fast. I was angry enough to kill them with my bare hands. No one was going to take my son from me. But they did. And I'll never forgive myself for letting it happen.

It was late, there wasn't much light to use. They got the jump on me and suddenly I'm lifted off the ground. I didn't have time to think about what had just happen. I look down and I'm bleeding like a fountain. A spike of earth jabbed through my stomach and then pulled out leaving me bleeding out on the ground.

"Th- That smarts." I grimaced and tried to pull myself back up.

I couldn't stand.

I couldn't stand.

I remember trying to crawl, with what strength I had in my arms I wanted to at least make an effort to save him. "Bennett! Don't worry buddy I-I I'll get you!" A boot into exposed flesh and I can hardly breathe.

They picked me up by the collar and grinned at me. "Thanks for babysitting but he's ours now." They dropped me back on the floor. I grasped at the gaping hole in my stomach and I wheezed. Behind her was Noir, in a stunned silence.

They left and Noir ran over to me. He was hysterical and I couldn't blame him. I tried to comfort him, tell him how much I cared with what little I had left in me. Blood loss makes your brain think in strange ways because I do remember thinking about how handsome he looked. I was bleeding out, I should have been thinking about that.

I could see the guilt and panic in his eyes, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. My vision was slowly going dim and black around the edges. Dying. I was dying.

It felt odd but sorta nice. Every bit of me was shutting down, losing my last bits of control. It was cold and warm at the same time. I could feel Noir's arms around me. I just wanted them to be okay. That was my family as far as I was concerned.

"Harrison."

Then it was all gone. Black, deep nothingness, feeling like I was swimming through an endless pool only to resurface three years later. Gasping awake in–

"Harrison!"

"Ah- Sorry. You were saying?" It happened again, those moments I get so lost in thought I lose sight of what's going on around me. Happened a lot after my parents died. I mean I watched them get blown up. That was definitely not the McDonald's they promised.

"What happened to you? Who killed you?" He pried. I hate this guy so much.

"It was.." I remembered what me and Noir talked about but still I didn't want to say it. "It was Noir... my old sidekick, yah'know? And the Belle's were with him too." It made my stomach churn just saying.

Noir is so sweet, he's hardly a villain. How could anyone be so stupid as to believe he would do something like that?! Fuck them, seriously. As a friend he was always doing some weird thing to help me out and as a partner he's been the most affectionate person I've ever been with.

How many people tell you you're their favorite person every night before you go to sleep?! Or! Or! Tackle hug you everytime you get home and threaten to kill anyone who harms you? Has anyone ever told you that even if the mask is hard to take off they'll always see who's underneath it? Hmmmm???? Don't think so.

He's a wonderful person, he just has a hard time realizing it.

"Ah... I see. That's what the everyone suspected. He made quite the show of 'trying to find the real killer.' Honestly though I don't know why if he was just going to revert right back to villainy."

You need your job, Chad. You have kids, Chad, you need your job.

"That's precisely why I need my job back. I want to be his nemesis and of course money never hurt anybody."

He gave a small chuckle, good.

"We never exactly fired you. We'll have to figure out the logistics but we'd be happy to work with, Sunny-D again." He gave a wink. I could vomit on his face.

"Sounds great, can't wait to be back on the field."

January 14, 2024

I walked out to the mailbox. I wasn't wearing anything special, just some shorts and a T-shirt. It was cold out but not bad. Noir begged me to put on a jacket, even offered me his cloak, but I was only going to be out for a minute or so.

I grabbed a few envelopes, a newspaper (who still reads those?), and a magazine. Walked back in, it was nice and warm. A bit warm for my liking but Noir was cold blooded or something so I didn't mess with the temperature.

"I came back alive!" I called out. I thought it was funny, he didn't.

"Oh shut up." Noir emerged from wherever the hell he was. You could never tell with him, I wouldn't be surprised if I found him hanging upside-down on the ceiling. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it anyways.

"I don't mean anything by it, love." I set the mail down on whatever was closest to me and gave him a hug.

"I know..." He murmured quietly as he rest his head on my shoulder. "I just don't like thinking about it."

"I'm sorry, I just– I cope through humor." I tried to explain. I should really be more thoughtful. "I'll try not to do it again." I kissed him on the cheek – it always felt nice to be able to do that. "But hey, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere. You're going to have to kil–" I cleared my throat. "politely and democratically send me away if you ever want to get rid of me."

He gave a small laugh. "See! It is funny sometimes." I said with a grin.

"Stoppp!" I knew it was half heartedly said though.

I picked him up and he laughed and kicked around as I spinned him in the air. "Put me down you scandal!" He softly hit me on the arms.

"As you wish, my lord." I then proceeded to toss him on the couch. He screamed, more out of amusement than terror. I pounced on him and tickled him until he was weeping and yelling mercy.

Bennett and Cresent peaked around the corner in a bit of fright, I suppose Goon was used to this stuff already.

"What is you doin' to him, Daddy?" Bennett asked, it occurred to me that this might look a bit odd from an outside perspective. To a child it might look like I was doing something dangerous but to an adult...

"Torture!" Noir exclaimed dramatically.

Bennett gasped and I waved my arms in defense. "No! No. There's no torture going on here."

"I think they were just tickling each other." Cresent says, calmly.

"Yes! Thank you, it was just that." I sighed with relief. I'm so grateful that kid has an ounce of sense.

"What's tickling?" Bennett made a weird expression and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Essentially torture." Noir said, that little bastard!

Bennett gasped again and Cresent shook her head.

"No it's not, he's just being dramatic as usual." I explained with a groan.

Cresent took my side but a bit more politely. Regardless of who was correct though, somehow, Noir managed to convince the kids to all tackle and tickle me.

It was hell, in a really fun way. Goon ended up joining in on the chaos too. It was nice to be there with my family even if I couldn't breathe 90% of the time. After a while they all left me alone so I could catch my breath.

I couldn't quite remember where I had set the mail. I knew I had set it somewhere but I didn't really pay attention to where. After a while of searching, I finally asked Noir who pointed to where it was, in obviously plain sight. I faced palmed but thanked him and he laughed at me.

I picked it up and sorted through it. Not important, not important, magazine, newspaper, not impo- wait that's from the agency.

I ripped it open and there it was, an official document and my license down at the bottom. Work starts the week after next.

Yes!

YES!

"Cresent!" I called out for the girl, she'd want to see this for certain.

@vaporeon2010317 @boredgoon @sirlordevil @the-belle-siblings

#((I finally finished this)) #((writing is hard))

[marksbear]

hello hello!

i'd like to request hughie (if you do write for him) x a male supe reader who has kinda the same vibe as homelander, like a powerful, asshole

(and lowkey homicidal, but lets gloss over that 🤗)

who's more of a villain (basically w/ vought/ an antagonist against the boys and all that)

anyways main idea is that hughie isn't supposed to be fucking the reader 'cause they're not even on the same team 💀 but is anyways cause how could he resist

Finally a request for the boys it's been such a long time since I had one! 😭 Hey! I hope you are doing good Anon! And I hope you like the fic!

I made sure that the reader can choose his own powers but I added one so the story can be better! And H/n= Hero name!

I hope you don't mind if I do a oneshot if you want a headcanons just send in another request for a headcanons! I don't mind it at all in fact i'll love it. I just have a thing for The Boys - Love, bear.

Hughie Campbell x SUPE MALE READER

Warnings, y/n is homicidal, manipulator Y/n, two faced reader, fluff interactions with Hughie and Y/n, mean reader, Y/n has a secret power

All the boys were in Hughie's house for some odd reason and sitting on the couch all gathered up together watching the news. H/n just broke the world record for saving the most people under five minutes.

It was two hundred and seventy six people he saved in such a short time. Him just saving people made the whole world go crazy. Over two hundred people in just five minutes made the people love him.

Hughie gets up from his spot off the couch and goes outside to call boyfriend.

WITH Y/N

"AHAH You should have seen me! I killed half the other people I didn't save! I'm telling you I convinced the whole world I saved every single body but in reality I killed about eighty!" Y/n says an underground hero that's just like him.

"You know what kid, you're gonna be just like me...Not as powerful and good looking though." Y/n tells the young supe who worships him like a god. "You think so Mr H/n?!" The young supe asks with such excitement in his voice.

"Kid. I know so. When have I ever been wrong?" Y/n says smugly with an evil smirk on his face. The young look up in awe stuck in a trance until Y/n ringer goes off.

"Well kid I gotta go." Y/n pats the kid on the back leaving with an evil smirk and snaps his fingers getting the young out of his trance.

That's the one Vought didn't know Y/n has. He gets people into a trance like he was the most interesting and best person ever. Manipulating people with his powers was easy just look them in the eye and just snap his fingers boom there under his control like hes a king or a god.

Some of the good perks are that it doesn't matter every bad thing he does He can make anyone see it as a good thing and it saved man-kind. His favorite thing to do is trick someone to do his mission for him or make interviewers leave him alone. And he can add new memories to people and take away old ones.

The down side to his hidden power is the major headaches he has and fainting spells. His fainting spells always seem to happen during missions that's why he tries to save the people fast before he passes out.

(Okay back to one shot because his little power is gonna be important later!)

"Hello?" Y/n says answering his phone not even bothering to see who's calling him. "Hey Y/n! Uhm I saw you on the news!" Hughie says giddy and all smiley once he hears Y/n voice and his smile is bigger when he hears Y/n chuckle.

Female, Frenchie, Mother milk and Billy look outside the window trying to eavesdrop the conversation.

"Oh really? Did I look good for you or what?" Y/n jokes making Hughie laugh. "Of course you did! You always look great." Hughie compliments making Y/n's heart skip a beat.

Y/n knew who Hughie works with. Hell that's how they even met. He was about to kill Hughie once he had to look for him it was either capture or kill him and he chose to kill him. Y/n didn't know why he couldn't bring himself to finish him off. He had Hughie on the ground bleeding to death but once they made eye-contact they locked in.

Y/n met hundreds of handsome men like Hughie but he was different so he decided to spare him but with a cost. With the snap of his fingers he entered memories of Hughie and himself dating for a very long time. He gave Hughie his number and called the ambulance for him and wiped his memory of the fight happening.

"Hughie. You're too kind I swear..." Y/n face becomes hot and leans on the wall. "How about I come to your place later huh? If you're not busy that is." Y/n offers putting his phone closer to his ear.

"Sorry can't kinda busy with work." Hughie lies to his boyfriend. "Oh. Uhm okay." Y/n heart aches a little knowing that his boyfriend is hiding something and lying to him. But he can't judge he lied for this whole relationship to be a thing. "Well gotta go. Y'know supe things." Y/n jokes with a straight face.

"Bye Y/n love you----" Y/n cuts Hughie off by hanging up. Y/n looks at young supe he was just talking to and smirks to himself.

If Hughie was too busy with his boy band for him how about he has something else to keep him company and entertained. As soon as he makes his move Homelander stops him talking about something. Everything he said becomes muffled and his vision blurry makes his head feel dizzy. "John catch meee.." Y/n slurs out passing out on the Number one hero.

Homelander catches him swiftly with a sigh and picks him up taking him to the meeting room. Lots of the other Seven members ask Homelander what happened and is Y/n okay. Homelander places Y/n in his seat and goes to his own starting the meeting.

By the time Y/n wakes up its dark and he's all alone. Y/n looks around with a major migraine feeling like hes gonna die with every single movement. Y/n forces himself to get out of the chair and his leg wobbles out of the room and out of Vought.

Y/n calls a cab and leans on the wall from a random shop. Once the cab arrives Y/n gets in quickly telling the driver to go to Hughie's job. Y/n groans from the music in the car. Once they arrived Y/n snapped his fingers and told the driver to leave so he didn't have to pay. Y/n opens the store door and gets into defense mode once he sees all the Boys members in the store staring back at him.

As everyone gets into their fighting stance Hughie quickly gets in front of Y/n blocking him. Even though Y/n can easily defend himself against the whole group maybe even kill them all he appreciates Hughie's kind gesture. "Oi Hughie the fuck are ya doin?!"

"H/n isn't like the rest of them! Hes different I swear!"Hughie shouts at Butcher. The Boys stare at Hughie like he has three heads. "H/n he actually cares about being a hero! He actually saves people not for the money or fame to actually save them to save them."

Oh boy if only the world knew the real H/n. A real fuckin bastard.

"How the hell do you know? What he saved you a couple times and what now hes your ideal? " Mothers Milk says full of confusion.

"We have been dating for almost eight months now and he already knows that I'm in the Boys. If he was like those fake supe's wouldn't he already turn me in?" When Hughie said that he had proved a valuable point. Making Y/n smirk a little before raising up his hands.

"Yeah. So what hes fucking with the enemy. If I was like my co-workers all of you would have been dead right now. So how about we make a trounce until further notice." Y/n offers giving his hand out to Billy. Billy knew countless innocent lives were taken by those very hands. He knew the truth about him. He can see through Y/n's gentle face and his kind words from the news.

He knew the K/n was a cold blooded killer, one of the reasons why he became a hero was to get an ego boost and powerful. As he looks into H/n eyes taking his hand in a tight grip as they shake on it.

"Don't fuck with me H/n." Billy whispers into his ear.

"Stay out of my way." H/n gives Billy a fake smile.

THE END

Editor bear! I'm going to remake this tomorrow! I know I can write better than this 😭

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Carols whisperer wouldn't crack, they were nowhere near finding out where Alpha's horde was, and Carol knew that if anyone could get someone to croak, it was Natalia.

But she had only agreed to talk to him, if Carol were to babysit the kids, as well as making a special remedy for Bambi and Archie, the woman could work miracles with a pan and a few ingredients.

Daryl insisted that he had to go with Natalia, he didn't want her alone with the freak, he didn't like it.

Lydia had been removed from the holding cell, Daryl had personally kicked her out, Natalia hadn't known this, and she didn't know where the girl had disappeared to, either, or where her eldest daughter had gone, for a matter of fact, but apparently seducing a mind-fucked freak-show was more important than tracking down two teenage girls, according to Carol.

"This is a bad idea." Father Gabriel gave his opinion."

"Shut up, Gabe." Daryl answered, fluffing out Natalia's hair, he liked her curly hair, it made her seem happier, more free-spirited, easier to open up to.

"I'm just being honest, here, this is no offence to you, Natalia, but you are a hothead, where is the logic in sending her in there, she'll just kill him in a matter of seconds." The priest carried on. "What's the point of having a dead, captured whisperer, with no results.”

"I'm not gonna kill him." Natalia rolled her eyes.

"Natalia-"

"Gabriel! I'm not!, Daryl, you tryna pimp me out or let me interrogate a man?" Natalia removed her husbands hands from tugging down her top, exposing more of her cleavage.

"We need results." He explained himself.

"We'll get results, and no one's dying today." She turned to the priest. "Anything that's gonna take Carol off her warpath, so you can stop chasing after her like a lost puppy." She turned back to Daryl. "Are we ready, or not?"

"Yeah, uhm, yes, yeah, I think so." Gabriel turned to the other man.

"Yup." He nodded.

"Perfect."

Her so-called hostage looked to be an middle-aged man, with greying and receding hair, matching his thick moustache and short trimmed beard, he was also quite thin in statue.

His face seemed to be caked in dirt, but it also looked slightly red, maybe sun burnt? But how would he manage that when he apparently was always sporting one of the hideously gruesome masks. He had an bandage taped to his left side, interesting.

He let out an unimpressed scoff when he layed eyes on her.

"My names Nat." She layed on the southern charm, thickly. "A lil birdy told me you got some pretty clever intel that I wanna know, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way." She scanned him with fake interest, "Somin tells me you like things hard, though, ain't that right?" She smirked.

"Must be a busy day, up there, if they got a lil thing like you down here." He laughed to himself. "We don't see much of your kind, anymore."

"My kind?" She raised a brow.

"Hunting season came and went a long time ago, all the prizes went the quickest, now, its just what's left, the last thing you can get your hands on, that ain't just about animals, lady."

"I don't know what you’re talking about, we only have the best around here." She shared. "No fighting for scraps. But you know I'm not down here to promote this place. Where is the horde?"

Suddenly the cat got his tongue.

"Hard way it is." She sighed, standing up and leaning towards him, she watched with an impressed grin as his eyes shamelessly looked down her top, she let him, only for a second, before she jammed her thumb into his injury, letting it bleed through the bandage, she pushed deeper as he cried out, attempting to nudge her away. "I'll stop, all you have to do is give me a place, then it'll stop."

"Lady, you ain't the prized prey, you the hunter." He told her.

Natalia looked over he shoulder, an amused glint in her eyes as she met blue iris's, that didn't share her sense of humour.

"But, if we were out there, I would take you like a bitch in heat." The man finished.

Gabriel was quick to move himself in front of Daryl, seemingly "accidently" purposely block his movement, as Natalia sat back, lifting up her left hand, taking in the rings on her finger, before taking them off. "You like?" She asked her victim, switching hands. "They're from my husband, just too bad I'm right handed." She then threw all her force into throwing a punch that would break his nose, and the satisfying crack that followed, confirmed that.

"Ugnh!" The sound that came as he smacked the concrete floor, then, as he gathered the strength to try and sit back up, she threw another, into his cheek, and then another.

"I have daughters, four, that live around here, so you understand why I can't tolerate that sorta language, have some respect." She told him, gently. "Babe, hand me that knife." She layed her hand out, her fingers than wrapped around the weight.

"I would never betray Alpha." The man started speaking. "She rescued me. She protects me. She loves me. She loves us all."

"But she's not gonna come looking for you, is she?" Natalia asked. "That's part of the rules, you separate from the pack, the pack move on, and you'll just be forgotten. I mean, that is what she did for her own daughter, right? Until she waged a war to come back and get her, seems like someone has a hierarchy."

"She sacrificed her own daughter for us." He shook his head.

"She killed Lydia?" Natalia whipped round at the voice of Carol, behind them, not at her house, with her kids.

"Uh huh." He nodded.

"Oh."

"She did." He "Confirmed.” "And I am willing to give my life for her."

Natalia watched the lightbulb go off in the woman's mind, before she darted off.

She rushed forward, handing the knife back to Daryl, before going after the woman, herself.

"Carol." She hissed, as they reached the stairs of their home. "Stop it."

"This ends now." Carol replied.

"You are not involving Lydia! You may have my husband at your beck and call, but you are gonna leave that girl the hell alone."

"He swallowed every ounce of Alpha's bullshit." Carol aggressively pointed at the jailcell door. "Every ounce."

"And I couldn't care less." Natalia shrugged.

"If he sees that Lydia's alive and well, and gets it that his great leader lied to him, then maybe that changes something." Her voice turned desperate.

"Please, Carol. Don't, just leave Lydia out of this, she is in my care, and just like my children, I'm going to do everything in my power to protect her and let her live a childhood, or what little she has left of it."

"Let her make up her own mind." Carol decided. "She's not your kid. This is the only way, and you know it." She sprinted up.

"Hey, you can't go in my house! That's breaking and entering, Carol!" She yelled, as she ran. How did Carol even know she was home?

Natalia had lost, Lydia decided to talk to the whisperer, show her face, for Henry, she had said, before sending Evie, who had also appeared, an apologetic look.

Except, when they had got back to the cell, Daryl was trying to usher them back out, they were only able to catch a glimpse of the two doctors sat behind the unmoving body of the whisperer, he was dead.

"I didn't do it." She called, as she was pushed out. "I gotta go check on my kids." She grumbled, stomping towards her house.

"Should clean up your hand, too." Carol called after her.

"Two birds, one stone, Carol." She replied, entering her house.

The kids were sat at the table, Evie was with them.

"Hey, Mom. Kid's fevers came down, so thought Bambi would enjoy sitting at a real table to eat dinner." Evie smiled at her, but then her eyes bulged at the bloody mess that was her mothers knuckles.

"Mommy! You're hurt!" Daisy gasped.

"What happened?" Bambi asked.

"Oh, just work." She shrugged. "Are my babies feeling better?"

"Yeah, Aunt Carol made us drink a red tea, it wasn't very nice, but she said we would die if we didn't drink it."

"She said that to you?" Natalia asked, anger flooding into her tone, as she walked towards the sink, to wash off the blood from her hand. "Where's Archie?"

"Carol dropped him off with Rosita, she's feeling better too, so thought she might want the company, and so he wasn't stuck with us."

"Carol has some serious nerve." Natalia muttered under her breathe. “Eve's you busy." She gestured to her hand, but the teenager was already up searching for the supplies to properly treat it.

"Mom, come sit down, the girls can learn a thing or two." She ushed her mother to sit at the table, as the six year olds watched eagerly. "Y'know, the first medical treatment I gave, was to Dad." She smirked, looking at her younger sisters.

"Our Dad?" Daisy asked, her eyes swam with wonder, the same as her twins.

"Yeah, gave him stitches, and I was around your age, too."

"Cooool." The kids oohed.

“Eves, what happened to your own hand?” Natalia asked, looking at the girls knuckles, which looked a bit sore, themselves.

“Oh! Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Evie brushed off, pulling the sleeve of her sweatshirt down, covering her hand.

In the night, Siddiq was unfortunately the one to discover the mole inside the walls of Alexandria, it had been Dante, and upon this discovery, the man had killed him, to keep the secret, though Rosita hadn't known this, not until she walked in on the scene with a one year old in her arms.

She almost broke down in tears as she explained to the parents of Archie, how she fought, not just for her life, but for their son's, against Dante and an reanimated Siddiq, and how she hadn't let anything harm him.

And in other news, Carol had led Lydia out of Alexandria deep into the woods, where they had ran into Aaron, that was before a whisperer had spotted the girl, realising the truth of her existence, fleeing the scene, and it was at that moment Lydia had connected the dots on what her place was in Carols scheme, the “help” she needed, causing the girl into also leaving, refusing to not come back.

Natalia bounced her baby on her hip, reassuring her friend, as Daryl beat the ex-doctor, who was actually an whisperer.

"Hope that hurts." He spat, shaking his hand, moving to stand beside Natalia.

"It doesn't matter." Dante said, spitting out blood onto the infirmary floor. "None of this matters. Watch enough people get incinerated, devoured alive, you see how ridiculous it is getting attached to ourselves. But knowing that sets you free." He smiled.

"Is that what you're doing? Setting us free?" Carol entertained him.

"If you learn that lesson, it'll only help you."

"What, so we can be more like you?" Daryl asked.

"Accept the future." He raised a brow, smiling at the man, as he stepped away from his wife and child, lighting an cigarette.

"Why put him through all that hell in the barn just to kill him months later? I-I can't see an ideology behind that." Gabriel pressed.

"I liked Siddiq. "

"Oh, you liked him?" Rosita scoffed.

"He wasn't part of the plan." Dante whispered. "But he found out who I was, so I had no choice."

"What plan?" Carol asked him.

"Encourage your paranoia about us... which will push you into bad decisions. Places like this are cruel promises to their people and they crumble at the smallest nick. Hell, I'm gonna enjoy watching you rip each other apart over what to do with me. Just like with Negan." He winked at the Dixons.

"Easy, we're gonna kill you." Natalia spoke up for the first time. "You ain't no Negan, honey, and there ain't no one around who's gonna sympathise with you, not a single soul, after what you've done, you're the enemy, and now, we have a face to put to the hysteria."

"We helped you." Rosita was still trying to wrap her head around the betrayal.

"Why?" Dante asked. "'Cause you wanted another doctor around? You got something from me, too. Don't pretend you didn't." He grinned, shaking his head.

Rosita begun cursing in Spanish, pacing behind him.

"No one is actually kind. We are selfish. We are brutal. Come on, that's why she's been using her time popping out all these kids, during all this, I was trying to do the both of y'all a favour, I hear boys are always the hardest to raise." He nodded at Archie, but Rosita had kicked him to the ground, hard, ending his monologue about the near murder of Archie Dixon.

She then stormed out of the door that Aaron had just happened to be walking through.

"He's been here four months." Aaron had reminded, during their debriefing on what to do about the situation. "How didn't I know?"

"None of us did." Daryl said, his way of trying to comfort the man.

"We all ate together. Talked about training the militia. He treated Gracie." He choked up.

"You can't do that to yourself." Carol told him.

"Hey." Natalia layed an hand over his. "He treated mine, too, I sat with him, had conversations, you're not the only person who could've or should've spotted him, We especially can't do anything about it now, we do not cause or fault ourselves for other people's actions, we can't do that, it is not our responsibility."

"All we can do now, is figure out what's going on." Daryl gave his opinion, seating himself on top of the counter.

"Mary, the Whisperer I've been talking to, um, told me where Alpha is keeping the herd."

Daryl and Carol both jumped at this, eager to know more, but Natalia took her hand back, placing it to her forehead as she prayed for strength, with a heavy sigh.

"Just over the border, on their side. It's this sunken field. On the edge of the natural forest."

"We can leave right after the funeral." Carol suggested.

"We?" Natalia scoffed. "He said it's on their side, not our business, not our problem. Besides, it really wouldn't hurt to have some compassion, Siddiq is dead."

"You wanna do nothing?" Carol asked.

"Lydia's still gone." Daryl reminded.

"Oh, yeah, because Carol let her go!"

"We don't even know what that means yet." Daryl continued.

"Alpha doesn't know that." Aaron whispered. "With Dante locked up in a cell, she never has to."

"We ain't gonna talk about how this is probably an ambush?" Daryl asked.

"Well, the baby that Connie rescued, apparently that's Mary's nephew. She wants to see him."

"Hell no" Natalia put her foot down.

"I don't think she's lying." Aaron told her.

"Alright. Get a group from Hilltop and meet us there. Second we're done, we're going looking for the girl." Daryl ordered.

"Yeah. I'll radio them. Maybe they can get the news to Michonne, too."

"Alright."

Aaron then left the house, and Carol followed, but Daryl stopped her.

"Hey. Why don't you stay here? I'll go." He said.

"What?" Natalia stood up, facing him.

"Why?" Carol asked.

"You gonna tell me what really happened out there?" He glanced at Natalia, before facing Carol again.

"I told you. Lydia didn't want to come back. I couldn't make her."

"Because you scared her."

"Nat, you weren't there!" Carol snapped at her.

"Hey! Her being here protects us. You know that.

"So, that's it for her now, to be our shield? Just lock her up again? I showed one of Alpha's people that their leader lied to them, and that's good for us. We can push on their wounds, too."

"Oh, of course, yeah, because keeping her behind these walls and keeping her safe is unfair to the young girl, so that she can actually have a chance of growing up, but using her as an tactic is fair game, right?" Natalia mocked.

"Bottom line is, you should have told us." Daryl moved on before the two women could get into it.

"I'll help you look for her, but I don't think she wants to be found." Carol shared.

"Are we talking about her, or are we talking about you?" Daryl pressed.

But she didn't give an response, instead left their house without another word.

"I'll go get the kids ready for the funeral, then, I'm going to take a shower, you can either help me or go chase after her." Natalia told him, heading upstairs.

It was silent for a half a minute, then the sounds of heavy steps moving towards the stairs alerted her of his decision.

The pair worked together to get the twins as well as RJ, washed, dressed, teeth and hair brushed, as well as reminding them on manners and funeral behaviour expectations, it was a lot, and it was a hard conversation on why people had suddenly begun dying so often, when neither child had experienced it since the new people had joined their lives.

Evie was already out, with no other Doctor in the community, she had volunteered to take on the rounds and to do house calls for all the people who had got sick from the infected water, most of them were already on the mend, luckily, but Carol's special tea was helping.

When they quietly opened Archies room, he was playing with his blocks, curiously, as though he was trying to work out a specific pattern for them to be stacked.

The couple leaned against the doorway as they watched, taking in their youngest child, Daryl glanced at his wife, hearing a small sniffle from her, noticing the tears that welled up in her eyes, the sad expression on her face as she watched their baby.

"He's alright." He murmured, tapping the back of her hand with his own.

"We almost lost him, Daryl, we almost-" She choked up, screwing her eyes shut, tightly. "I knew something was off about that guy, I felt it in my gut, and I just left it alone, that's not me, I never make a mistake, not like that, but-- and Henry, I saw her, I spoke to her at that fair, I knew it was her and I ignored it, now, Carol is going to get herself killed for revenge, and you, and it's all my fault" She dug her fingers through her hair, pulling at it with frustration.

"Hey, hey, come on." He grabbed her wrists, stopping her as he walked backwards, towards their room, shutting the door.

"It's all my fault, this is all my fault, Henry wouldn't be dead, Tara and Enid wouldn't be dead! And I haven't done anything to do anything! Our friends are dead and I did nothing to prevent it! Now, Archie was almost eaten, eaten alive by Siddiq, the doctor who helped me with the twins, who Carl risked his life to save, I mean, the irony in it all." She laughed with horror.

"Nat, stop, just breathe." He sat on their bed, bringing her to stand between his legs, rubbing her arms up and down, trying to get her to concentrate on him instead of breaking down and snapping. "Archie is safe, alright, he's fine and alive and I've checked him over, Rosita's checked him over, so has Evie and you've already done it about five times, he didn't get bit, he's gonna be fine, and he's too young to even remember last night."

"That's not the point, Daryl!" She raised her voice. "I could have prevented it even happening, I could have prevented all of this, but I didn't."

"You couldn't have done anything." He held her tightly, trying to get her to come off of it. "There's nothing that you could've done, you didn't know, but you know now, that's what matters."

"If,... If I never killed that guy... If I never killed those guys, that day... Glenn would still be here-"

"Nat, stop it!"

"Glenn would still be here, then Maggie wouldn't of made me distract Michonne, she wouldn't of tried to kill Negan, and the bridge never would of exploded, Rick would still be here, and none of this would happen, because Rick would've known what to do, he would've known what to do, and this wouldn't be happening, then Henry wouldn't be dead, and Carol wouldn't be going nuts, and they wouldn't all be dead, but they are, and it's because of me that they are, I can't keep anyone alive."

"Natalia, listen ta me-"

"Do you regret having the kids?" She seemed to have awoken from her self-deprivation.

"What?" He looked at her, he wasn't sure if he should be stumped or angry at her question.

"Just, our lives would be so much easier if we didn't have them, and I'm not saying that we shouldn't of had them, cause we never planned them, that was all your fault, okay, my body just bakes like it's supposed to do, but you're the one who gave it the ingredients, but I just mean, like what if there was another world in which we didn't have kids, so we could just focus on ourselves, and maybe we wouldn't be so preoccupied and less people would have died because of it, which is kinda funny if you think about it, but totally morbid, y'know, like take a life, leave a life... well, birth a life, but then there's reincarnation, we have three kids, a lot of people have died because of me, but out of those people, three of them could be our kids, but then what if it turns out that it's one of the bad people I've killed, instead of the good people, like what if one of them is Harley, now that would be bad-"

"Natalia! Shut up! Just stop talking, damn." He could barely keep up with her talking 100MPH, but he was catching bits of it here and there. "Just... just shut up, we're gonna be late for Siddiq's funeral." He slightly nudged her away from him, getting up from the bed and walking out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Natalia look a deep breath in, then exhaled, before moving to have a quick shower, before getting ready, building herself back up.

"I remember this passage from my studies. Written by a scholar centuries ago who was trying to understand the impossible." Gabriel told the crowd at Siddiq's grave. "Let me live if life is better for me and take my life if death is better for me." He had surrendered himself to fate because his world defied logic. Defied justice." He walked towards the mound of dirt, throwing a handful on top of Siddiqs cocooned body. "We created you from it... and return you into it... and from it we will raise you a second time." With every pause, he threw another handful. "Evelyn... would you like to share some words?" Gabriel looked to the girl, who was stood with the Gage boy, who had a bruised cheek, but no one cared to ask about it. "You probably spent the most time with him, than all of us."

Evie looked around, as the people waited for her to speak, she then turned to her parents, who gave an encouraging smile along with an nod.

She then stepped forward, clearing her throat.

"Uhm... I met Siddiq when I was only seven years old, which means, Carl Grimes had risked his life ten years ago for him. And Siddiq never let himself forget it. Because since before Uncle Rick allowed him into our community, he was already pushing himself to help in any way he could, it didn't matter who you were, he just wanted to help, no matter what..." She let herself peer into the grave. "Siddiq was my mentor, but he wasn't my first mentor, no...but... he didn't even know me and he saw my potential, he never left me out despite my age, either... I mean, the man was teaching me fractions the same time he was showing me the proper way of how to amputate a limb." She laughed with watery eyes.

"Boy am I thankful you could both multi-task." Joe, the amputee from the story commented, earning a chorus of laughter.

"Then he was teaching me how to read blood, and what it could mean, that's how I found out a certain person was having twins, yet he failed to share that it was my own mother." She earned another chuckle, and a small smile from Natalia, the twins were looking up at her realising that they were their mothers twins. "Siddiq was a person who was full of light, he was a person for the people, he was fearless, he never had to prove to us that Carl Grimes sacrifice wasn't a waste, because that was just Siddiq, that was just who he was, and we dall have many thanks to give..." She then crouched down, picking up a handful of dirt. "I'm going to miss you, Siddiq." She said, lowly, before dropping the handful.

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Hey guys you wanna see me talk about my rewrite Helluva Time. Of course you do. Come along !

- In this universe, Blitzø is a human from a travelling circus along with his very large family (whom he hates). He's also a little shit with zero regard for anyone that isn't himself, so he'd often steal, lie, and do everything you're not supposed to do according to both heavenly and state law. Blitzø doesn't help anyone, even people he by all means cares about, if there isn't an immediate reward for him to do so. He doesn't help Barbara Barbie Wire when she's going through things in her life, he doesn't own up to any relationships when people ask him if he's serious about anything, he can't even get HIMSELF therapy for all the weird shit going on in his life because "it wouldn't help anyway". The only thing he ever does is fuck around and never any finding out. Well, up until he accidentally gets caught in police crossfire (who weren't even looking for him yet) and goes straight to hell. Lol Lmao [Specifically, the Pride ring.]

- Of course, at first he doesn't believe it. I mean, come on, how could this be his actual punishment right ? He was suuuuch a devout church goer after all. So, he tries to bargain his way out with a particularly large demon that's about to bash in his head..........doesn't work to say the least. He wakes up in a cold sweat again and tries to do the same thing, tricking himself into believing he was dreaming the whole thing up. Well he got stabbed. And then he woke up again. This goes on for a bit until he realizes holy FUCK I'm actually in hell what the fuck !!!!!!!! He panics for a bit, almost gets himself killed a few more times, and then hides himself in some crack in a wall because he is just so miserable. How could this happen to him ??? Sure, he made a few mistakes, but nothing that wasn't fixable surely ! Sure he cheated his way through his life, left his family in the dust when they needed him most, never took responsibility for anything...lied just about every aspect of his life... let his sister die of an overdose instead of calling an ambulance– Okay yeah maybe it's his fault. But STILL what the HELL man

- Being the conniving little shit he is, of course he wasn't about to just accept something like this happening. So he starts executing his flawless 0 mistake plan !!!

- step one: Find a way to travel around through rings without getting your head blasted off (solution was to just pretend to work under some more powerful demon, and kill anyone who noticed he wasn't actually meant to be there)

- step 2: Find a powerful demon around to fuck around and get your way with (he did do that. And it worked. To everyone's shock.)

- step 3: .....uhm. yeah there wasn't really a step 3 he just needed a little more control so he didn't lose his mind. So. Profit ?

- Blitzø climbs ranks is by charming higher ranking sinners/demons with his stinky man rizz and somehow it actually works, basically. First it's Fizz, then some Mafia Man (I'm sure he won't come up later), then a Hellhound (I'm sure she will also not show up later), then Verosika, then some influential sinner, up until he finally somehow gets with Stolas...which is also where he fucks up. [small bit of context: The basic lore for Stolas is hes a demon lord who poses as like, a mayor for a town on the surface, and hes just kind of a rich entitled guy that never has any consequences for his actions. Keep in mind !]

- The way these two meet is: Blitzø was just a servant for a little while, probably hired by Stella herself because you can never have too many servants, but Stolas thinks he's very cute. Stella and Stolas have an agreement that it's okay to cheat, but not with house staff/sinners because that just sounds like a problem in the making (lots of social prejudice)... but he disregards that anyway to go flirt with the new Sinner Boy. Blitzø, being only in the dating game for self benefit, of course flirts back, and ends up with his eyes locked on not Stolas himself, but a certain magical artifact that could potentially get him out of Hell for good: The Grimoire.

- One lovely day, he attempts to steal the book while Stolas is rambling a few feet away from him. Little does he know that there is a security system in place: Book is Very Heavy to hold and he is Very Little.

- Stolas sees this and is like. Man what the fuck. You're just like everyone else, I thought we had a connection, but you just want to use me for my assets ::[. Well, okay then. You want this book ? Make yourself WORTHY of it. EARN IT by DOING WHAT I SAY. And Blitzø is like. Ooohh you just want to fuck ? And then I can have the book ? Well sure I'm in my element right now. I can do this real quick and then go home

[Several hours later]

- ...anyway. The events that follow afterward are pretty much the same as canon, "Sorry I fucked your husband" and what not, only this time "what the fuck was that Stolas" only comes after Stella goes inside because she doesn't need to embarass herself more in front of guests...

- Anyway, now with the Grimoire, things should be easy right ? WRONG. He doesn't understand SHIT that's written in it the letters shift around the page everytime he looks, and being around the book just keeps giving him a horrid headache. He doesn't understand why. He did EVERYTHING right ! This is all he needed to do ! He stares at this big heavy book with insane amounts of knowledge in it and he realizes he doesn't even know what half of this shit means. And then it hits him. He doesn't know anything at all. He never went to school, he's never been in a genuine relationship that didn't involve him wanting something out of it, he's been fighting his way through life for so long that he genuinely forgot there was more to it than just that, but at this point it's a situation with no fixing- He looked back at the wrong time, and now everything he could've had is just gone. And that kinda breaks him a little bit.

- He goes back to Stolas, because what the fuck else is he gonna do with this book, and obviously he freaks out too. This fucking guy RUINED his PERFECT LIFE that he'd been working on FOR SO LONG and now he's here AGAIN, BEGGING for forgiveness and for work. Can't even do crime right !!! He's so mad he contemplates just killing Blitzø and having it be done with........but no. This guy doesn't just deserve death. Instead, he's gonna do his bidding and whatever else he feels like. He's now no longer a person as much as he is a tool for Stolas. And that's just how it is for the rest of it. After they work out a deal, Blitzø forms I.M.P.. From there on, their relationship is strictly business- Kill people, make money, get in then get out. If Stolas wants anything else, he'll just boss him around to do it too. Blitzø's got a thousand and one problems and he's working for one of them.

Andddd that's the Blitzø rewrite ! The tone for this part of the story is darker, but the I.M.P shenanigans are a lot lighter don't worry about it. Please let me know what you think !

#magoriginals #my rambles #my writing #Helluva Time [au] #<- for tagging purposes #helluva boss rewrite #writing stuff #helluva critique #helluva boss critical

[eternal-armin]

something in the way.

after nearly destroying the group during a mission, you're incredulous that hughie still wants to help you. reader: masculine. cw: descriptions of pain, near-death experience.

the world around you was silent. too bleary to see through the tears welling in your red and puffy eyes. it wasn't just the physical pain that had you frozen and crying, but it was certainly a large fucking part of it. it felt like lava was lapping at your body, like you were made of needles, like you were filled with hot, heavy sand and broken glass. all you could do was stare into space, trying to escape into the back of your mind but just getting nauseated when you tried. you sat like that for hours, just resting weakly against the couch cushions, trying not to put too much tension in your body in a fragile attempt not to worsen the pain. it was a way of punishing yourself, maybe. it was all your fault.

you had been properly taken care of, m.m. was sure of that, but because of your issues with other... stuff, you couldn't take too many painkillers. you were stuck between two identical hells, maybe even three or four, trapping you into a little bubble that was slowly closing in on you, making it hard to breathe or think.

someone sat beside you, eyes focused on you with a subtly sweet and deeply worried gaze.

"i-i, uh, got you some food. in case you were hungry." hughie's voice was quiet. even just looking at the sandwich he set down on the coffee table, cut diagonally in half with your perfect ratio of ingredient to ingredient, made you want to vomit. usually you liked food. you ate to live, however indulgences weren't uncommon. but thinking about food at all, even crackers—hell, even water, made your head hurt and your body shake. shake more, anyway.

you sniffled, shaking your head slightly. you regretted that quite a bit. "thank you, but i really don't think i can eat right now." never before had you sounded so completely and utterly defeated.

hughie nodded, which faded into shaking his head. "no. no, no, yeah, that's fine. that's... perfectly understandable, actually. i don't blame you. but, uhm, i-if you can, eventually, i'll be here. just holler, and..." he trailed off, realizing he was just going to sound dumb if he kept rambling and repeating the same thing. he summoned a smile for you. and for half a second, you just barely managed to return it. "...yeah. do you want to talk about it?"

you pressed your lips into a fine line, but you nodded, ever so slightly. you were desperate to talk about it with someone, because god knows that if you didn't, you'd implode. it would haunt you until you died of some equally terrible and traumatic thing. being able to talk about it with hughie just seemed to be good luck; there was no one else in this goddamned place that you had the stomach to even look at. maybe you never could again. but would you complain about it? "i'm sorry."

"sorry? if anyone should apologize, it isn't y—"

"hughie, i fucked it up. all of you would be fine if i hadn't gone with you."

you weren't one to interrupt. you were unpredictable and eccentric and completely weird, but you were decently respectful. that one little detail shut hughie up immediately, mostly out of surprise, which was evident in his wide eyes. you glanced at him, then back down at your knees, bandaged under clean sweatpants. it gave you shivers just to think about how much that had hurt. the getting out of pants, the bandaging, the pulling on of new bottoms.

"i nearly got you killed, hughie. you shouldn't be making me food. you shouldn't be concerned about me. you shouldn't even be able to look at me. i-i don't deserve that—" you were cut off by a hiss of pain. the emotion seeping into your body and voice made you move, sending strikes of fire through your veins. you grew a bit paler, flushed, unable to say or hear anything until your body found that ever-delicate and ever-illusive equilibrium.

you barely felt hughie helping you settle back. partially because you felt like you were being cooked from the inside out, partially because his touch was so gentle. it was a shame that you weren't very familiar with it. hughie was perhaps more inclined to you than you realized; he could wait and recognize when your breathing had calmed, when the pain stopped clouding your glazed eyes. you needn't say a word or move a muscle.

"i don't care if you nearly got me killed because i'm pretty sure i'm alive right now. and i'm also not the one paralyzed by pain." that came out almost condescending and snarky, something that hughie would never intend. he mumbled a very sincere "sorry" under his breath. for some reason, that was enough to make the world feel a little brighter and your body more your own. "i-i really—i really do want to help you. it doesn't... matter if you screwed something up. you did something, you messed it up, and you can't take it back, so i can't hold it against you."

hughie was too good for you, that was sure.

hughie was too good for anyone. so why was he here, with you, in this dump, thinking that you were somehow on the same standing as he was? out of the two of you, he had no powers, he wasn't very physically strong, and he had formed no apathy toward the dark shit in life, and yet he was leagues above you. he was the sweetest, kindest, most sympathetic person you'd ever met—a low bar to cross, but credit where it's due—and you hated him for it.

not literally. you could never hate him. your heart wouldn't be able to handle that.

"you can't just coast through this world forgiving people." your voice became a bit quieter and a bit more hollow. and for a moment you wished you could say the same to your younger self, because he needed to hear it, too. "when someone does something unforgivable, you don't need to... stay around them. you can't just not hold it against them." you spoke very carefully, keep your emotion under wraps. "you could've—you would've died. to my own recklessness. i don't want you to be around me." your voice began to crack.

out of everything today, and everything yesterday, hearing your voice break like that haunted him.

hughie didn't yet have a response. not that he was in much of a rush. his gaze lingered on you, on every aspect of your expression, from the tears in your eyes to the very slight frown on your lips. he slowly leaned back against the couch. the subtle show of solidarity and unconditional empathy made you feel a lot better. in any other universe you would've moved to lean against him, but no, you were stuck in this dumbass place where merely blinking made you break a sweat.

"maybe i'm just naive. or dumb. or something. but i really, really don't think that anything is... unforgivable, and you—you definitely aren't. i mean, come on." he began to chuckle through his words. "you're you. this world would be a whole lot worse without you in it. hot take, i know, but i'm gonna stand behind it."

he watched you very carefully. saw how the frown faded and how the smile began, so soft and so slight that it was damn near unnoticeable. but it was still very pretty.

"like it or not, i'm—i'm staying. right here. i'm staying until you can eat and heal and move. i don't care how long it takes. i can get comfortable anywhere." as if to accentuate his point, hughie adjusted beside you, and settled. as envious as you were, you found it rather comforting. in some weird way.

"hughie," you began.

"nope. don't even say it. you're worth it and i'm staying. you can be mad at me all you want later, but i'm not leaving."

"how dare you."

"horrible, right?"

you giggled. it was a slight noise, and very short. hughie treasured it in its fractured entirety.

you hadn't really noticed, but talking, reigniting the charming friendship you were so fortunate to share, made the pain fade away quite a bit. it tamed the emotional agony you had been steeping in. you could move freely, just a bit, and food no longer made you want to throw up. but you couldn't be too careful.

"can you get, like, a bucket or something?"

"wh—... oh. oh, uh, yeah. yeah, i can." hughie hesitated to leave you, even if he was only gone for a few seconds. you could hear him running to and from. and it cracked you up. "you're gonna try and eat?" he sounded so utterly excited. cautiously but utterly excited.

you nodded, smiling with the same cautious hope. he lifted the plate and rested it now on your lap, glancing at you every other half-second to be sure the pressure wasn't painful, and it wasn't at all. that was such a great relief. you would eat on your own. it would be less awkward that way. you had to keep some sense of your dignity, right? and not be completely dependent on someone else.

who would have thought that eating would be so stressful? maybe just because you were terrified of throwing up. how it felt, mostly. you'd do anything to avoid it in your life. and with this level of pain and internal turmoil, keeping down food or drink may be impossible, even after hours of snail-slow healing.

hughie gave you a bright encouraging grin and a nod. you broke into a smile yourself. there was just something about that look.

"i... can't tell what that expression means."

"i have a proposition."

"... okay," you said, dragging out the word with obvious suspicion.

"if you can get down food and eat enough to heal, then i will take you to your favorite restaurant or bakery."

"don't you dare."

"[y/n], you have no choice." his smile was very contagious. "with all due love and respect, you have absolutely no choice."

"love? that's new."

"nah, not really," he shrugged. he cleared his throat lightly, and, despite some very weak pangs of pain throughout your arm, you could manage to take a bite. your preoccupation with why on earth would he want to buy me food after what i did? distracted you from the pain. the taste and texture was strange and disgusting twisted from usually being comfortable and easy to eat, but you got it down. you put the sandwich back on the plate in a temporary surrender. the nausea did not get worse. maybe it got better—you hadn't really eaten much in the last day, give or take, your stomach was probably about to start digesting itself.

hughie's reassurance turned into a gentle pride. he did not underestimate how stressful even the small things can be.

"i... am very, very proud of you."

"don't patronize me, hughie. it was a bite of a sandwich, not exactly a marathon." your voice held a bit of giddiness itself. you were sounding more like you, not as hollow or weak in tone. now you felt desperate to eat, because the more food you could eat, the quicker you could heal—otherwise, you would be running on fumes. or until those, too, were extinguished.

"yeah, it was a bite of a sandwich when you can barely move and you're not healing properly. i think that's something worth being proud of. even like—e-even just a little. just a little pride. okay?"

with hughie's words of encouragement and your own thirst for control over your body, you finished the food. and, much to your delight, your nausea was quelled and you did not throw up. now that you had food and water in your stomach, the gashes, bruises, scrapes, and all those internal injuries which lit you on fire were mending. it was incredible to watch the more shallow injuries leave your skin, a time-lapse at 300% speed. hughie was entranced by it, and was able to admire it without being judged by you.

never before had you been so happy to feel alive. you put the plate back on the coffee table, and you stretched. the good kind of stretch that steals your soul for a while and makes you shake like an earthquake. for a while, your tired nerves still hissed at you, an aching reminder of what you had done and what it felt like. your smile was a little less slight this time around, and without having injuries to watch heal, hughie was staring at it. at you. your smile, your eyes. the pain fading from your expression. you settled back, slouched, against the couch, pulling up one leg to take off the unneeded bandages and repeating the process with the other. your movements were slow and sluggish, more like you were drunk, and not recovering from torture.

"... do you feel better?" hughie panicked for a second. dumb question, right? but when you looked at him, with that glint of pure glee and its paired smile, those feelings of social panic fizzled out. he really did admire that look. there was nothing in the world he would rather look at.

"thank you for this." how someone like you could speak with such admiration toward hughie made him feel concerningly good. "i really need to start saying that more often, don't i? it's the least you deserve, saint hughie."

"i'm—i'm not a, uh, a saint."

"could've fooled me."

#the boys #hughie campbell #the boys tv #hughie the boys #hughie x reader #hughie campbell x reader #hughie campbell imagine #hughie x male reader #the boys x you #the boys x male reader #the boys x reader

[suns-pott]

Strange case of Ike Eveland and Eki Eviland

This is gonna be loosely based on the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde story bc I think Ike and Eki have that dynamic a little. I'm writing this at 3 am so this is probably gonna be shit

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A body, reported in the early hours of the morning, the victim repeatedly stabbed in a dark alley. Not an uncommon discovery in this part of town, however this case is a strange one. The victim was suspected to be responsible of the murder of a young girl but was cleared of all charges. The only witness in this case claims it was the local novelist, Ike Eveland, who had no relationship or connection to the victim. The chief of this case assigned Y/N with interrogating the suspect, and visiting his apartment. They had only exchanged at most a few conversations with him before, them living in the same apartment building and visiting similar places. They had to admit, Ike was a bit of an oddball. In most cases he had been very kind, asking them about their day and the like. Other times though, when Y/N tried to greet him, he was gruff and unresponsive. They climbed the long flight of stairs to his floor, and knocked twice once they reached the door.

"Excuse me, Mr Ike Eveland, I am detective Y/N L/N, I need to ask you a few questions regarding the recent murder of a Danvers Carew." Ike cracked open the door, it abruptly stopping due to the chain lock. He's an average height, with rather stylish attire. After seeing Y/N hold up their police badge, he closed the door, unlocked the chain, and guided them inside. He seemed rather anxious about being questioned, so Y/N made a small mental note to be gentle with their words. At least to his face. He led them to a small dining table, with two chairs across from each other. When the two sat, Y/N pulled out a small notepad and a pen.

"Now, Mr Eveland, do you remember what you were doing last night around the hour of 3 am?" They asked.

"Yes, I was finishing up the last chapter of a novel I've been working on, due to the deadline fast approaching I stayed up later than usual to finish it. I believe it was about 2:35 when I was done, and right after I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep."

"Is there anyone else that can attest to that?"

"Uhm, no." he looked around nervously, and he was fidgeting with his gloves.

"I see. Had you ever known the victim when he were alive?"

"No, I'd never seen him before in my life. I-I'd have no reason to kill him!"

"Nothing is definite yet, you don't have anything to worry about. I just need to report back to the chief of your responses to these questions." Y/N said, with a small smile of reassurance. They got up from the chair, with Ike following shortly after. He opened the door for them, as they stepped out they turned to him and said "Thank you for your cooperation Mr Eveland." and started walking away. "Oh, you can just call me Ike!" He shouted after them.

...

"Y/N, what have you gathered?" the chief asked, although it came out as more of a demand rather than a request. They sighed and said "Not much, he only claims to have fallen asleep at the time of 2:35 am and that he didn't have any relationship with the victim."

The chief seemed annoyed, and angrily said "I see. It's getting late, you're dismissed for the day. Y/N bowed and left the office. After gathering their belongings from the station, they checked the time. 9:08 pm. They started briskly walking back to their apartment, acutely aware of their surroundings. After some time, they noticed someone following them. Attempts to shake them off didn't appear to be working, and they were catching up to them fast. They panicked and started into a full sprint, their follower close behind them. They were soon cornered in an alley with the figure closing in. Suddenly, a figure dressed in red appeared before them, attacking the mysterious person with a blade.

"What kind of trash preys on someone who's all alone, on an empty street. I fucking hate cowards like you." The person he attacked isn't moving. He turned toward Y/N. And you, what are you doing in a place like this. The way I see it, you don't even know left or right at the moment, do you? Hehehe, well, it's a good thing I showed up." He walked toward them as he talked, sheathing his knife in one of his many belt pockets. "You're very lucky, that's a lot more than I can say for most people that run into me." Y/N collapsed on the ground out of shock. "No need to be afraid, I simply wish to get acquainted with you. Come on, let me help you up." he hoisted them up off the ground, their legs still shaking. "See, was that so hard?" He asked.

"Why did you save me?" They asked, completely bewildered.

"Well, that guy has been going on frequent killing sprees in the dead of night. I simply put an end to it. But by the looks of it, you're that person that met with Ike earlier today aren't you?" He asked, stepping closer to get a better look.

"Uh, yes, but how did you know that?" Y/N said, stepping back. Now that they got a better look at him, he looked a lot like Ike. Could they be related somehow?

"I am... aware of his activities. We share the same vessel after all. But he hasn't found out about me just yet." He said, a smug grin on his face at the thought. "I am Eki." He finished with a grandiose bow.

"Same vessel, what are you talking about? And why is your name just an anagram of Ike?" They asked, slowly starting to reach into their bag for their pepper spray. This didn't go unnoticed by Eki.

"You are quick with the questions. However I am afraid I don't know how I came to be. I've been with Ike for as long as he's been around." Y/N whipped out their pepper spray, but before they could use it Eki grabbed their arm and lifted them off their feet.

"Listen up, my patience has its limits you know. I don't wish to draw any more blood today, so I will let you off with a warning. Get back to your apartment, do not tell anyone of what happened here." He looked at them with a piercing stare as he spoke, then dropped them, holding onto their bottle. Y/N gathered their barings as fast as they could, running back to their apartment on pure adrenaline without looking back. Eki made sure they made it back alright, looking at the bottle he confiscated off them.

Hm.. I'll hold onto this, until next time, Y/N.

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Well this took a very different direction than I intended. I might make a part two if I feel like it.

#ike eveland #eki eveland #luxiem

[surprisingmarch]

Duck Dating Headcanons (Gender Neutral) !WARNING! NSFW

(𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.)

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Duck is.. an interesting lover. You've realized over the coarse of your relationship that he is quite the eccentric. You knew he was a bit weird, you just didn't know he was this quirky. But you love his stupid bipolar ass, even if he can be a bit.. problematic.

He's a lovable goofball one moment then a sarcastic bastard the next. He's gotten into many a arguments over you.. and fist fights. Of course he won all of them, he's trained to win, aka.. kill. You've told him to chill out but this does not stop him from ripping out someone's throat.. metaphorically, of course. He is quick to defend you in any and every fight, whether or not you're wrong is irrelevant, anyone that dares speak ill of you shall have to answer from your personal little hell hound.

"What's with all the fuss, dear?" Duck lightly places his hand on your arm then rubs it soothingly. The feeling of his soft feathers lightly brushing against your flesh calms you slightly. "They-" Red Guy tries to speak for you but Duck gives him 'the glare' and he quickly shuts the fuck up before they have another 'incident'. "I said something rude that I shouldn't have." You say with a long drawn out sigh. You look up at Red Guy, who is currently fumming. "I apologize for what I said.. It was out of line and I shouldn't have said it. I hope you can forgive me." Red Guy's facial expression softens, You can tell he's trying to stay angry but is failing miserably. Duck smiles at you. "Good girl." Duck glances up at Red Guy and gives him the glare that puts the fear of god in anyone who catches sight of it, impatiently waiting for him to forgive you. Red Guy's expression goes from annoyed to terrified within seconds, he starts to sweat and quickly responds. "Uhm, it's okay, Y/N. Don't worry about it." Red Guy glances down at Duck as if he's searching for approval. Duck nods softly and smiles widely. "Very good." Duck says brightly. He pats your back then takes you by the arm. "Come along, doll! I've made us lunch." You both start to waddle into the kitchen. "You two idiots come too, there's enough for everyone!" Duck yells from the other room.

Duck expects cuddle forever and always. Anytime you sit down it better be next to him or else he'll throw a little hissy fit. He wants your constant undivided attention and if he doesn't get that then he gets pissy.

"What are you doing?" Duck asks sorrowfully. "I'm coloring with Yellow." You stare wide eyed and confused at your lover, he stares back and corrects you. "No, you're supposed to be sitting with me. You're my lover, not his." You stare deeply into his sad puppy eyes before speaking once more. "Honey, I'm like 3 feet away from you. I'm in the floor in front of you." "And? Come here." He orders, he pats his lap and awaits your arrival. "No. You come here." You smirk before patting your lap. Duck stares bewildered for a few moments before begrudgingly getting up and plopping himself into your lap. "Do you like the view?" You ask playfully. "Shut up." Duck snaps back before he grabs your chin and presses a passionate kiss onto your lips. "Wow, how lovely." Yellow Guy says as he watches you and Duck be 'romantic'. As soon as the kiss is finished you whisper into his ear. "You know, baby.. I can hang out with whoever I want and you can't do anything about it. Now doesn't that just ruffle your feathers?" His feathers start to ruffle and his beak clenches. He looks at you like he's going to eat you alive. A warmth grows within you. "You know how I feel about other people, dear. You know why I'm like this." Duck says snidely. "You act as if you don't know me. You are free to 'hang out' with other people, that doesn't mean I won't be jealous." He hisses. You smirk, there it is. He admitted it. "I know, I just love seeing you jealous at the mere thought of another man talking to me." Duck glares at you once more before french kissing you, you slip your tongue deep into his beak and swirl. Duck lets out a nasty growl before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you in as close as possible. Now you've done it, now you're going to pay for what you did.

Duck loves to call you baby girl no matter what gender you are. It's just his favorite pet name.

Duck has deep rooted abandonment issues that he gained while he was in service. It was a dark dusky day, misty blood and dirt splattered every where as bombs and gunshells hit the ground, terrified screams and battle calls rang out in duck's ears as he tried his best to retreat back to base as his captain commanded. They were heavily out numbered, and many of the people he had come to know as friends had perished right before his eyes. Some of their blood even stained his beautiful hunter green feathers. Duck limped as bullets whizzed by his head, pain shot through his leg, but he never stopped running. Suddenly he heard the sounds of planes flying over head, he looked above him. His comrades were retreating without him, he yelled and screamed and waved his arms trying to catch their attention, but to no avail. Duck's heart pounded in his throat as he sees his plane being flown without him. Duck looked around him in search of other survivors as he continued running, but there were none. Duck swiftly ran deep into a near by jungle, he kept running until he could hear no more violence and pain. It's a miracle he didn't die out there. He refused to explain how he survived in that jungle. As he told you this story, tears flooded his eyes but none ever ran down until you presses a hand against his cheek. And that's when the dam finally broke. He sobbed into your chest for hours as you ran your hands up and down his back and whispered sweet nothings and words of admiration to him. After that, he's been very open with you and he seems to be at peace with it. Maybe all he needed was a shoulder to cry on and some time to process his feelings on it. Of course, he still bothered by it, but at least you can tell he's not in as much pain anymore.

Duck is a very wild lover, he'll leave you singing and panting. He's open to anything and everything, don't test him, he will do some kinky shit if you'll let him. I'm talking long silk ribbons, ball gags, knife play, anything he can get his grubby little hands on.

Duck loves it when you pull on his feathers during sex, it satisfies an itch inside him. Duck is a very damaged man, both for the war and from life. When you grab his feathers it makes him feel like you'll never leave his side, like you are forever his.

How the other two dumbasses react to your relationship

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Red Guy just acts as all 3 of you are his illegitimate children. He's just gone full mother hen mode for whatever reason. He's constantly keeping an eye on you and Duck, making sure you two aren't, in his words, "Doing the dirty". He even had the nerve to buy Duck condoms, three sizes too small.

Then for your birthday he bought you a box full of sex toys and said "Now you don't need to have sex in my house." The room grew silent. "Your house?" Duck questioned. "I mean, yeah. I clean and cook.. and look after everybody." Red Guy responded as if this was known knowledge. "That doesn't make it your house. Also, we will have sex whenever and where ever we please. In fact, we've fucked right there on the kitchen counter." Duck points to the counter in question. "Ew.." Yellow Guy says aloud. "Not ew, it's natural." Duck responds. Red Guy is visibly twitching, trying to restrain his anger. "You had sex.. on my… kitchen…. counter?" Red asks furiously. "Of course, it's one of our favorite spots." Red Guy lunges at Duck and they both start to roll around on the kitchen floor beating the shit out of each other. "Happy birthday!" Yellow Guy says cheerfully before handing you your birthday present as if nothing is happening behind him. You open up the present to find a beautiful diamond necklace. The diamonds and absolutely massive, it looks like something a princess would wear. "Do you like it? I made it myself." Yellow asks anxiously. "I love it, thank you!" You hug Yellow Guy tightly. Now how the fuck he made this necklace you have no idea, but it's beautiful nonetheless. Yellow Guy genitally takes the necklace from your hand and put it around your neck. "There we are." Yellow smiles. "Thank you so much.." You smile, almost crying. "Don't cry Y/N. It's your special day." He smiles wider as he wipes the tears flowing from your eyes. Suddenly the ruckus behind Yellow stops and both Duck and Red Guy fly to your side to give you pets and kisses. They're a little late to the comfort party, but at least they came.

Yellow Guy just acts as he always does, nothing has really changed. You're still his best pal.

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