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radioisntdead · 20 days

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I don't know if you do parental asks, but if you do, could you bless me eyes by writing a father Alastor and child!reader who is a toy/doll demon? Reader is hyperactive but very clumsy so Alastor always has to keep an eye on her so she doesn't hurt herself and sometimes he resorts to having one of his shadows watching over her if he's busy. Reader is small so they always seem to get stuck in cabinets or closet, which scares the hotel residents when they see Reader in a random place. [Not me trying to cure my daddy issues] 😂😂

Good evening my dear! I've been expecting someone to request a parental Alastor, [No seriously I have, I had a feeling someone was gonna request it, it was only a matter of time] I'VE BEEN READY FOR THIS, Not to mention I'm related to a hyperactive child so taking inspo from that! (Please help me he bites)

Father! Alastor & child! Reader

Platonic, obviously.

Warnings!!!

Fanon, I'm going fanon for this, mild cannibalism, feral, reader is based off a porcelain doll but I am TERRIFIED of porcelain dolls, anyways feral reader, injuries etc etc Alastor scooped reader up from the side of the street, I like how I've had every parental hazbin character with a child figure reader just scoop them off the street, I should draw that later

No one knows how exactly how you ended up below, it was theorized that there was probably a mix-up or maybe you were one of those deranged child serial killers or maybe you WERE hellborn that just aged really slow, like concerningly slow, but from some of the things you say it was suspected you were indeed a sinner.

Anyways that's up to you to figure out, but what we do know is that Alastor stumbled upon you absolutely tearing apart a grown sinner in some alleyway, despite looking like a porcelain doll that could break if dropped on carpet, the radio static coming from him caught your attention,

And then you saw those big fluffy ears that sat on the top of his head, you ran towards him with the speed of a feral child, because you were, infact a feral child

"Fluffy!"

You immediately climbed onto him, little hands clinging onto the fabric of his suit before finally reaching for his ears,

He didn't even get a chance to get away from you. With a strained smile he grabbed you off him, and held you up as he inspected you, observing your appearance,

"How peculiar, don't do that."

He said as you continued reaching for his fluffy ears.

And that had sealed his fate, he could NOT get rid of you,

He left you back in that alley he found you? You showed up again two minutes later, he sent you into the Vee's tower? You are the reason Valentino has a messed up antenna.

Alastor became a father against his will, and honestly it could've been worse, you were a decently chaotic child, that would either follow him around or when in the hotel would climb up his back and play with his fluffy ears while maniacally whispering

"fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy"

"Dear, please get off me."

Your skin was covered in a light porcelain coating, like thin wax covering soft clay, If thrown harshly against something you could crack and bleed, it wouldn't make that much of a sound.

you were very much a fragile thing and as your reluctant caretaker Alastor made sure that you stayed out of trouble, safe and sound, and away from any sharp objects.

Unfortunately you were hellbent on getting into mischief, especially in the hotel where there were many things you could get into, like behind the bar where husk worked, He took a five minute break to grab something to eat and you had managed to slip yourself behind several bottles inside the cabinet, one wrong move and they all fall to the ground and shatter with the alcoholic beverages inside them,

He had to take out twenty bottles, place them on the counter then take you out, gently place you on the ground then put all the bottles back, it was a hassle, not to mention you had a thing for fluffy things, Husk was NOT an exception, if he wasn't paying attention you would claw your way up his back like a feral mongoose and just gently pet his ears while mumbling "Kitty cat, kitty cat kitty cat kitty ca-"

You got along well with Niffty, she was like a sadistic older sister but it was decided that she was a bad influence on you so whenever you're near her it needs to be supervised by someone.

You give Charlie mini heart attacks because either you'll be the sweetest little thing towards her, you'll draw with her, call her 'Big sister Charlie' or something like that and you will have her wrapped around your little fingers, or you'll be a source of stress because your playing on the railing and oops! Your falling twelve feet to the ground and she's rushing over to catch you, and after she catches you, probably breaking something in the process you just give her the biggest smile as you hug her saying she caught you, you've also terrified her and Vaggie more then once by hiding underneath their bed and popping out at the worst of times with confetti or something.

Speaking of Vaggie you had a similar relationship but she was more strict in a way, she has a soft spot for kids and she keeps an eye on you, she'll teach you how to spar as an attempt to burn any excess energy you have, she'll go for a run and take you with her, she'll have you on one of those child leashes because you can, will and have run into the road and almost got taken out, respawning was a very very painful process, it was like getting ripped apart, turned inside out, twisted and turned back out and put together again, there's a reason it can take time for a sinner to respawn.

A child like you should never have to deal with that, and Vaggie, while she can't respawn she understands and will prevent you from having too, Alastor may not like her all that much (Or at all) but she's proven to be a decent babysitter.

Sir Pentious was like a goofy older brother or that dork of a cousin, he'd probably invent something to entertain you or he'd read to you, you scare eggs out of him when he's working on something and BAM you pop up out of nowhere, the majority of the eggs were fearful of you too.

"uh, can you not bite me?" A egg asked as your unhinged jaw munched on him, slowly tearing away until he eventually cracked leaving you to run away from the yolk covered crime scene.

[He's the first person you go to when you are redeemed, a familiar face is what you need in an unknown place where you should've gone in the first place, the halo on your head makes him cry, you made it with him but that more then likely means you perished like he did]

Angel dust was no different from the others, he tones his language down a bunch but he's still Angel dust, a inappropriate joke can and will slip through the cracks but he doesn't mean any harm, he just panics and tells you not to tell your Pa, giving you some child-safe candy in return and if your running around like a manic Niffty he'll pick you up and try to find the more responsible residents, or you'd tug on his fluff, he was one of the fluffiest residents and that made him, a major target for your lil' grabby hands, if you ever want a snack your not supposed to have he'll give it to you, you want ice cream? Sure knock yourself out kid, He reminded you of someone you knew once.

What did they look like again? You couldn't remember..

When Alastor steps out of the hotel to go to a overlord meeting or whatever he does and no one is available to watch you, he'll have his shadows watch over you,

His shadows need a pay raise.

"I'll be back in a few hours, be good dear!" Alastor said patting you lightly on the head as you grinned up at him,

"Alrighty! Bye Papa!"

You wave as he leaves, as the door closes you turn around and wander around the hotel, everyone was busy preparing for something, you didn't quite know what yet though, but you were left to your own devices today! You ran up and down the staircases, you got a laundry basket and used it as a makeshift snowboard on the staircase which Alastor's shadow had to make sure it didn't fling up into the air, you jumped off a counter his shadow grabbed the collar of your shirt to stop you from face planting.

You eventually get bored of playing around and try to find Niffty to ask if she could make you something to eat but the hotel's resident housekeeper is nowhere to be found, so you enter the kitchen and it is a DANGER ZONE, you knew not to touch the stove or the sharp knives thankfully but that didn't stop you from dragging over a chair to climb up into the cabinet to grab a plate, a few cups falling in the process but the shadow caught them before they could shatter into the floor, You hopped down from the chair to get a tortilla, the shadow stood next to you ready to grab you if needed, you waddled over to the refrigerator and took out a pack of bacon bites and sour cream, you acquired a plastic knife to spread the sour cream onto the tortilla, sprinkling some bacon bits after before rolling it up and placing it onto the plate.

You grinned at your snack, this is what defined your childhood, you turn back to the refrigerator to grab a juicebox before taking the plate and booking it back into the main room of the hotel.

You sneakily made your way to the TV and looked around, you gave the shadow a 'shh' motion as you turned on the tv to vintage cartoons, like Popeye, Betty boop or if you were lucky to access more modern cartoons, you could watch Scooby doo!

This was the time Alastor's shadow could rest from protecting you, so it wouldn't snitch to Alastor about your consumption of cartoons.

It wished you would watch more cartoons because after your snack you were dangling from the chandelier! You didn't know how you even got up there?!

When Alastor finally returned from wherever he was you immediately ran, tackling the Radio demon in a hug, Alastor's smile tightened slightly but he bared with it, you were just an excited child that he cared for, like a pet.

"I take it you were behaved while I was away?"

You nodded, "Yep!"

The shadow would say otherwise because you were HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER FOR AN HOUR, They had to lurk around in case you fell, which you did, Thankfully they didn't have to catch you, because Charlie had emerged at the right time to catch you as you dropped from the chandelier.

But Alastor didn't need to know that right now, he'll find out on his own when he's making dinner and he goes to check on you to see you dangling from the chandelier again with Angel and Husk scrambling beneath trying to catch you if you were to slip and fall.

"Aren't you a little troublemaker?" He would say as he snapped his fingers and you were brought down from the chandelier, safe and sound, he'd bring a clawed hand to your face as he gently pitched your check, tutting like a old lady before turning around and bringing you to assist him in the kitchen and give huskerdust a break.

Alastor didn't see himself ever having a child before you, and he could see you growing into a powerful overlord one day, he'd be there to guide you as you grew, you would've grown up loved, watching as sinners entered the hotel and left as saints,

For now you were standing behind him in the kitchen carefully mixing rolling out some type of dough as music played from the radio and you told your Papa about your day.

Once the dough was rolled out and cut Alastor pat your head saying that you did a good job before moving to dip the dough into hot oil, as you watched, a tentacle holding the back of your 1930's themed attire making sure you didn't dive into the oil by accident.

Within the hour you were sat at a table with freshly made beignets Infront of you,

"Enjoy!"

"Thank you Papa!"

You said before digging into one of the beignets as Alastor smiled per usual, it was a nice treat, you liked moments like these, you hoped you could stay in the hazbin hotel with it's residents and your Papa forever, they were your family and family stays together right?

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! I was supposed to post this last night but I passed out, and We may be adopting a dog soon! I'm not using that as an excuse I'm just excited, anyways I'm working on requests, part twos and all that good stuff! Tune on in for that later on!

Also I may have added sprinkles of angst here but we don't talk about that =]

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor imagine #alastor & reader

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asuyaka · 3 months

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Worst Gen. trio (+ Ace) with a transmasc reader!

★ - Absolutely frothin at the mouth ab Corazon n Law guys,,

☆ - Trafalgar D. Water Law, Eustass "Captain" Kidd, Monkey D. Luffy, and Portgas D. Ace x TM! Reader.

♡ - Reader has space-manipulation devil fruit powers! (❁´◡`❁) (only brought up like,, twice... oopsie!!)

— TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW.

Law is a doctor, so of course he knows what to do when it comes to his boyfriend!

Always reminds you ta take off your binder if he notices that you've had it on for too long, and makes sure you take your T-shots on time!

If you've already had top surgery, your scars are somethin he's absolutely smitten over.

Genuinely, when you two getting ready for bed he always prefers you with your shirt off because something about your scars (or your body in general) s'so attractive ta him ??

Bein a doctor, he's always available ta do any surgery you want him to, as long as he knows the safest way to do it so you don't get hurt!

Law sat at his desk, a cup of coffee next to a pile of books with a lamp close by to illuminate what he was reading. He grumbles slightly, rubbing his eyes and taking a sip of his coffee.

You walk out of the bathroom with one of Law's button-ups and shorts, lazily rubbing your eyes and walking up to where your boyfriend is.

"You're a doctor and still won't go to sleep early?" You mumble into his neck as your arms wrap around his shoulder. He takes a deep sigh and lets his book down, bringing his hands up to rub against your arms.

Before you know it you've switched places with the book he was reading, now on his desk with a slightly confused expression, slowly turning into one of worry when you're finally able to see your boyfriend's face.

His eye bags have gotten worse and his posture makes him look like he's a shrimp. "Law..." You mumble worrily. He interrupts you with a hug, burying his head right underneath your surgery scars (that he did for you).

With a sigh, you pull him closer and rub his hair gently, feeling all the stress leaving his body. Law has always been one to overwork himself and not know when to stop, especially before letting go of his ties to Doflamingo.

"Do you want me to ask the others to get you tea?" You ask tentatively, keeping your voice soft just in case he's close to falling asleep.

He just grumbles and squeezes you closer, his tattooed fingers drawing air images on your pecs. "...warm..."

Giggling at Law's words, you press a kiss on his head and wrap your legs around his torso. The two of you stay together in comfortable silence until you feel his hands slowly fall from your chest and his breathing even out.

With a tiny smile, you use your devil fruit abilities to gently move the two of you onto the bed, situating yourselves so you don't wake Law up.

As you place the blankets over your bodies, you hear Law mumble something about a person named 'Corazon' and how the person was meeting his boyfriend—you— for the first time.

You place a soft kiss on his forehead, letting out a small giggle as he instantly squeezes you closer and buries his face in your chest.

No one would've thought the 'Surgeon of Death' Trafalgar D. Law was a cuddle bug at night.

Except you, of course.

— EUSTASS "CAPTAIN" KIDD. | DISCLAIMER: mentions of periods/mainly about gettin your period unexpectedly 'round Kidd, might be triggers f'some transmascs !! ヾ(＠⌒︶⌒＠)ノ

He genuinely doesn't care/didn't know that you're trans,,?

Tha first time he saw you with a binder on/saw your top surgery scars he didn't think much of it, genuinely thought they were battle scars.

It was only when he told Killer about them that his first mate told him in the most deadpanned and serious tone that they weren't battle scars.

n'he's so confused like ??? what are they then ???

After Killer explains what those scars mean he just,, doesn't care ?? All he came up with was that they're still battle scars, just not the same kind of battle.

His view of you doesn't change in the slightest, in his eyes you're still his boyfriend just with added customizations.

"Bath's fuckin hot," Eustass grumbled behind you, his metal arm wrapped around your waist as the scent of marshmallows wafted through the bathroom.

You relax into Eustass' boobs chest with a content sigh, letting all the tension in your body wash away with the bath. Through your daze, you hear Eustass grumble about how he forgot to bring his nail polish close so he could do his nails while resting.

With small movements of your finger, the bottle drops on your boyfriend's head, causing him to wince. "Fuck you." He mutters under his breath as he splashes some water in your direction, narrowly avoiding your face. "Love you too, captain."

You're sure Eustass rolls his eyes at that, mumbling something about how insufferable you were as he no doubt made a metal structure to help paint his nails as his other hand was occupied with holding his boyfriend.

Either you blacked out or took a small nap because before you knew what was happening, Eustass was shaking you awake with slight anger in his eyes, though you can easily make it it's all a facade because that's how he looks when you're hurt during missions. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? You're fuckin bleeding everywhere."

Not all the way there yet, you look around trying to find the spot you're bleeding from because you don't remember getting any injuries that could cause bleeding to worry Eustass. He's gotten and seen his fair share of wounds anyway.

That's when you notice the blood is coming from between your legs, staining your previously relaxing shower with red. Embarrassment floods your mind as you shift away from him so the blood doesn't get everywhere.

""[Name]? You alright? If it hurts that bad I could call Killer or somethin—"

"No!" You say instinctively as your mind wracks to figure out a way to sort this out. "I'm okay, can you just... leave me alone for a few minutes?"

Eustass stares at you as if you've got two heads. "While you're bleedin' out? Just tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help, yanno?"

Your lips stay shut as more wetness flows down your thigh. You've dated Eustass for a while now, it's just the first time you've openly had your period around him—which shouldn't have happened in the first place since it's two days early.

Kidd is a naturally perceptive person around you. He likes knowing what things to avoid and never bring up, and what things you could talk about for hours, so he's made sort of a guess as to what's happening, but he doesn't want to bring it up in case you were uncomfortable.

Either way, though, you looked as if you were going to explode even if he left, so he decided to take the gamble anyway. "Is it that thing where you're like,, shedding?"

You turn to stare at Eustass with a blank face. "...Shedding?"

"You know! Like the thing where like you're ready to get pregnant and shit— I don't fuckin know what it's called!" The man grumbles, trying his best to push aside his embarrassment to make sure you're okay. "Still, don't you gotta get cleaned up and shit? Not sure it's healthy to stay in a bath of your own blood."

"All the more reason you should leave, Eustass." You mumble under your breath, yelping slightly when he lifts you up and lets all the water drain out, turning on the shower to help you get clean. "Naw, think I'm good here. Wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I left, would I?"

Realizing nothing you'd do or say was going to let him leave, you let him do whatever it was he needed to do that made him a 'good boyfriend'.

He took a shower with you, practically not letting you move a muscle until he was sure all the blood was off you. When you two were done, he tossed an extra big towel on your head before leaving to go get a few things from the kitchen.

You quickly got situated, putting on your clothes and other needed accessories before landing on Eustass' bed, hands over your tummy as pain surged from your lower half.

You hoped that sleep would get its grubby hands on you quickly so you wouldn't have to deal with it alone. As if it was mocking you, a harsher tingle worked its way up your body, eliciting a small whimper out of you.

A few minutes later, Eustass walks in with a cup of hot tea and other snacks. "Dunno what you wanted so I grabbed anythin'. You alright?"

You nod, even though you know you aren't; and by the look on your captain's face, he knows you're lying too. He doesn't pry though, only sets your body between his legs and your head on his chest, handing you the cup. "Careful, s'hot."

"Killer said I'm supposed to make sure you're well hydrated and shit, so you don't die."

You sip down the tea gingerly, stifling a giggle. "I'm not sure I'll die from cramps, Kidd."

"It's what he said! I don't know how this shit works." Eustass rolls his eyes and pulls you closer, using all the metal in his room to make a miniature version of himself and you for entertainment.

With a small content smile, you relax against your boyfriend, holding the arm he had on the lower half of your stomach. "I think whatever it is you're doing is working just fine, Kidd. Thank you."

His cheeks turn as red as his signature lipstick, rolling his eyes and trying to play it off. "Whatever, it's the least I could do for you. Even if you're annoying."

"Mhmm, I love you too Eustass."

— MONKEY D. LUFFY.

Almost like Eustass, but 10x worse.

If you wear a binder and he sees it, he's like "why do you have two shirts on ????"

And if you have surgery scars, he thinks it's the best thing ever that you two have matching (not really) torso scars!

When he asks Chopper why you suddenly get sick every month, the doctor looks at him with wide eyes,, he doesn't know ???

Chopper, just tells him to ask Robin, who tells him with a kind face to ask someone else.

Ends up asking the entire crew as his frown slowly gets deeper because why is everyone keeping a secret about you—his husband (you two aren't engaged at all)— from him ?!?!?

Demands Sanji to tell him after running around the Sunny for the tenth time, and he's just like... "Ohhhhh! Wait, why was everyone hiding that from me?????"

He just realizes you're like Yamato but the only difference s'that you two are dating!

The place smelled like a hospital, your brain foggy as you try to feel your surroundings.

Your eyes slowly open as you try to sit up—a stinging pain from your chest sending electricity through your body. "Oh, you're awake! Has everything settled down yet?" A voice asks from a chair nearby, though all you can make out from the shape is a comically large blue hat and a pair of antlers, right beside another comically large hat with black spots dotted around it.

Groggily, your eyes trail down to look at yourself, trying to find the source of the pain flowing through your body. That's when you see the bandages around your chest with tubes underneath them.

The realization hits you like a brick. Your surgery, the days spent stressing as the date got closer, the surgery. "Chopper? Is it— did the surgery go okay?"

The reindeer smiles and it feels contagious. Law stands up with a huff, throwing a mask in the bin and using his devil fruit to replace himself with Luffy.

Luffy looks a bit disoriented for a bit, relaxing when he realizes where he is. Then, he locks eyes with you and you think he cracked the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face. "[Name]!"

Before he gets the chance to throw his body at you, Chopper switches to Human Point to punch him in the head, quickly reverting back to look at you with serious eyes. "Yes, the surgery went well, but there are some things you can't do for a while."

You nod your head feverishly, gripping the sheets as you try not to squeal from excitement.

Chopper explains how you should avoid doing any strenuous activity, like fighting and training. Making an extra point to tell you not to let Luffy drag you into dangerous situations. He says that you still have to do mild exercising, i.e moving around and maybe going on slight jogs but nothing too over the top like Zoro's training.

Finally, he gives you and Luffy time alone; excusing himself to go talk with Law about some doctor-thing you couldn't give two shits about.

When the door clicks shut, Luffy sits in front of you— his expression blank but his eyes focused on the bandages around your chest. "This means you don't have to do the binding thing anymore, right?"

You nod.

"And, you're happy about it?"

You nod again.

Luffy stares at it for a bit longer, raising up a finger to poke it slightly. A small wince forces its way out of your mouth. The wounds were still fresh after all, it hurt like a bitch. Luffy apologizes with a small peck as his usual happy-go-lucky expression forms on his face. "Wanna know what I just thought of?"

You can't help the grin that forms on your face, cocking your head playfully. "What did you think of, Luffy?"

"We have matching scars now! Shishishishi!" Luffy smiles even wider (if that's possible) and grabs your hands to hold it against his. You notice that he isn't as hyper as he is normally, and in the back of your mind, a fondness spreads through you when you realize it's because of Chopper's warnings.

"You're still so pretty, you know?" Luffy whispers, as he cautiously climbs on top of your body, stating himself so he stays clear of your chest, as much as he wants to lie down and rest his head there.

A warm flush spreads across your face as your fingers comb through Luffy's hair. He shifts up and presses a quick peck on your lips, giggling as he does it again but on your cheek. "My husband is soo handsome!"

"Lu.." You trail on, giggling as you rest your hands on top of his. "We aren't even married—"

"Yet!" He interrupts sharply. "We aren't married yet! And when we do, we'll have a big wedding and invite everyone! Oh, oh, and we'll have Sanji cook meat! With a meat cake, and meat wedding rings, and meat desserts, and meat—"

You interrupt him with a kiss, running your hand through the back of his head as your fingers slightly brush against the straws of his hat. You pull away with a dopey grin on your face and Luffy stares back at you with one equally as dorky. "Just promise you'll marry me soon, okay, Luffy?"

"Shishishi, of course, I will!"

—PORTGAS D. ACE. | DISCLAIMER: mentions of period cramps and [NAME] thinking that period cramps doesn't make him a man anymore ! (>'-'<)

He's surprisingly quick to figure it out!

From the random getting "sick" moments every month, to the refusal to let him hug you from behind, he pieced everything together easily.

After all, he grew up around Izo and a very supporting crew!

The first person he asked about it was his pops. He didn't know if he was supposed ta tell you up front or let you tell him yourself!

Dunno what he thought was gunna happen, Whitebeard jus sent him off to Marco or fuckin Blackbeard. Whitebeard might be good at a buncha things, but anything romantic was not his strong suit.

After a bunch of nothing from Marco, and actual advice from Izo, he figured out how he'd do it.

Ace had his hat resting on his nape, yawning as he walked into the room he shared with his boyfriend. "Love? Are you in here?"

He notices the top of your head from under the covers but you're hunched up, curled into the sheets, and cuddling a pillow for dear life. Worrily, he climbs into the bed with you and holds your shoulder. "Love? Are you sick again?"

Meekly, you nod. Trying to keep your discomfort under wraps. Ace already had things to deal with trying to become 2nd Division Commander, he didn't need his boyfriend annoying him about cramps.

Not that Ace knew you were trans—or at least you hoped he didn't know. You don't even know if he would accept you. After all, men don't get period cramps.

You sniffle, trying to keep those thoughts out of your head, but you can't help it. What if Ace finds out and decides you're too disgusting to be near him? What if he doesn't think you're a real man? Would he be angry that you deceived him? That you made him live a lie for the past three years?

The thoughts don't feel like they're stopping now—it's already gone out of hand. What if he told Whitebeard and he decided to throw you overboard for making a lie out of his son?

Not that Whitebeard would ever call you that, you aren't even sure if you are a man.

"...Love, love can you look at me? You're hyperventilating right now, do I need to call Marco?"

You quickly shake your head, trying to stop the tears from flowing but everything feels like it's too much, or like you're overstimulated. The cramps hurt and your mind won't shut up about lying to Ace about three years, three years of hurt, love, and everything in between, wasted because you couldn't tell him something with your chest.

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry Ace!" You sob, instinctively curling into his warm chest and trying to stop being a crybaby. Ace has dealt with more serious things, having been the son of Gol D. Roger and struggling to find out if he deserves to live.

You being whiny over something that was entirely your fault wasn't something you wanted to bother him with, but it doesn't look like you have much of a choice. "What is it? C'mon love, deep breaths okay? Breathe with me, inhale..."

Your lungs expand as you take a deep breath in, following Ace's instructions. You try to focus on something else, the warmth of his body, how his hands are slightly dry from his devil fruit, the soft waves hitting the ship in a soft ambiance, anything to stop thinking of those unsavory thoughts.

When Ace notices you've calmed down, he places you in the middle of his legs, his hands resting on the lower half of your tummy as he rubs gently; the heat adds an extra layer of comfort, even if he wasn't aware of it. "Do you wanna talk about it, Love? We can just go to sleep and cuddle, if you want."

Ace is worried, obviously so. You rarely have breakdowns like that and a part of him thinks it's his fault. "I'm not a man..." He hears you coarsely whisper as your bloodshot eyes stare into the bedsheets.

"What do you mean, love?"

He watches you sniffle, trying to recollect yourself before you start speaking again. "I was, born a woman. And as much as I tell myself, real men don't get periods, they don't have breasts and they don't have—"

"But... you think of yourself as a man, do you not?" The man behind you asks softly as he spreads his fingers against your tummy.

A nod.

"Then that's what you are. No more of this 'real man' shit, if you say you're a man, then that's who you are. Izo's a man, and he had periods before... well, before doing whatever it was Marco did to him, but no one out and started calling him a girl anytime he did get them, right?"

You feel your chest start to tighten again, but you nod. Albeit shakily.

Ace intertwines one of your hands together, lifting you up so you're resting in his lap and pressing his cheek against yours. "Then why would I not love you, even if you were trans? I fell in love with you, because you're you. For fucks sake, you could be a cat and I'd still love you; but then I'd have to be a cat too so we could be cat boyfriends... Yeah, we'd definitely be boyfriends in every universe— imagine it!" He says excitedly as stars practically shine in his eyes.

"We could be um... birds, cats, dogs, the sun, and the moon! Ooo, we could be food too! Like salt and pepper, or—"

"You'd still... love me? No matter what I was?" You ask shyly, craning your neck so you could look him in the eyes.

He cocks his head. "Did you not just hear me say I'd love you even if you were a pepper shaker? Dummy, you've gotta get your hearing checked!" He presses a plethora of kisses on your cheek, only pulling away when you've been turned into a blushing and giggling mess.

"Yes, I'd love you no matter what you were. You'll be my boyfriend forever, you know? Never gettin' rid of me, love!"

You giggle, letting Ace continue his kiss attack on your face. "Like anyone could get rid of the infamous 'fire-fist Ace'."

He grins, one so bright it makes you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place. "Got that right! Now c'mon, let's cuddle and think about each other as cat boyfriends in our dreams, I've gotta fight Marco tomorrow to decide who's the better fire user!"

You shake your head. "Ace, love of my life, Marco is a phoenix, not a fire user."

"Ah, tomato, tomatoe, who cares!" He blows a raspberry, taking off his hat and placing it on the bedside table, not letting go of his hold on you once. He shifts the position so he's spooning you, his warm hand still on the spot your cramps hurt the most.

He presses a kiss to the back of your head. "Night, Love."

And before you can say goodnight back, Ace is already snoring asleep beside you.

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sanguineterrain · 2 months

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about a house | eddie munson

i am back with another installment of my about a boy series! you don't have to read them to understand this fic, so check them out only if you feel like it :)

Summary: You and Eddie have your first time together.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings/tags: insecure reader, unspecified trauma and poor self image, NSFW but it's not descriptive. reader's biology is unspecified. first time having sex, established relationship, hurt comfort.

if you enjoy this, please let me know through reblogs (and a comment, if you feel like!)

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Eddie tastes like rain.

You'd gotten caught in a thunderstorm on your way back from The Hideout tonight. Baby curls are slicked against his neck. His rings are warm from his body and the July heat. They're a comfortable weight against your arm.

He smells like a million things. Cheap beer. Bar peanuts. Smoke. Leather. The chalky Dial soap that's quickly become your favorite scent.

But Eddie tastes like rain.

Your arms are stiff beneath him. You want to move them. You like when Eddie kisses you. You like that he tastes differently each time.

But you're stuck.

"Baby?"

And now he's noticed.

Eddie lifts his head. He tucks a wet curl behind his ear. You reach to twirl it around your finger. He smiles at you. You feel monstrous. Like you've just crawled out from under his bed, in view when you shouldn't be.

You belong to the void. But Eddie's never been afraid of the dark.

"Hey, honey," he whispers, thumb sliding over your cheek. "What's up? Y'wanna stop?"

You asked him this morning. Eddie had made waffles, and he'd just finished inhaling three and was on his fourth when you asked.

"Can we have sex?"

He’d put his fork down, wiped a drop of syrup from the corner of his lip with his thumb and sucked it clean. Then he’d looked at you very seriously.

"Do you want to have sex?"

And, well. Yes. Obviously. That's why you asked, isn't it?

You're on his bed. There are too many things in his room that remind you of how none of this is yours and that you ought to let Eddie go soon so he actually has a shot at a real relationship. Those are definitely mood killers. You are definitely a mood killer.

"No," you say. "No, I don't want to stop."

You feel his eyes on you, feel him parse whether you're lying or not. Not even lying—just if you're unaware. Sometimes Eddie has to remind you that you can tell him no.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You stare at his wall of metal posters. At things that make him Eddie. You clutch his t-shirt tighter. His thumb rubs circles on your hip.

"What if it's weird?" you ask.

"What is?"

"This. Me. My body."

You look at yourself, at your rucked up shirt, your sockless feet.

"All bodies are weird," Eddie says.

"No, they're not."

"Yeah-huh. You think my body isn't weird? My body's just as freaky as the ol' noodle."

He taps his temple with one finger.

"You're not weird, though," you say.

"No?"

You turn your head and stare at the single window in Eddie's room. It's pitch black outside. You kind of want the light to be off in here too.

"Maybe this won't be good," you say. "Maybe I won't like it. Maybe I'll be bad."

He eases your head back so you face him once again.

"Sweet thing, you could bite my lip off and I'd still love ya. And if you don't like it at any point, we'll stop. No questions."

"It has to be good," you say.

Eddie tilts his head. There's no trace of humor in his eyes now.

"Why does it have to be good?" he asks quietly.

"Because it's me."

"What?"

You sigh.

"You know what I mean," you say. "You know, Eddie."

"I'm not sure that I do, sweet thing."

You look at him, wishing he'd read your mind. But he can't, and it's not fair to expect him to. Eddie may not be afraid of the dark, but that doesn't mean he should stumble through your brain.

"You live in your body," you say, like it explains everything. It should.

"And you… don't?"

“I live…” You look down at your body. Sometimes you forget it's yours. “I live outside. It's like… like I'm a house. And I've lost the keys. So I watch through a window and wait to be let in.”

“Maybe you're already inside,” he says.

“How can I be inside if I don't know how to get to the kitchen or the bedroom?” You squeeze your eyes shut. “It's like I'm a ghost.”

It has to be another house because your house isn't inviting to someone like Eddie. You'll let him in and the decoration will put him off and you've never learned how to say the right things at the right time, and when you invite someone inside, there's an expectation—

“Baby. Hey. Hey, honey.” Eddie taps your cheek gently. “Can y’look at me, please? You're worrying me.”

“You won't like my house,” you say, and open your eyes. Your vision blurs at the edges. “I don't even like my house.”

Eddie's wearing that pinched expression that resurfaces whenever you say something sad.

Outside, the rain keeps on. You're too sad for him.

“I think you've got a very beautiful house,” he says. “I've seen the outside and gotten peeks of the inside and everything I've seen has only made me want to see more.”

He leans in and kisses you like your paint isn't peeling, like the roof hasn't caved in, like you aren't beyond fixing.

“I like your windows and their shutters,” he says, kissing your eyelids. “And I like your door. I like the music and laughter that comes out of it.” He kisses your mouth, petting your hips.

“I like your door,” you whisper into his mouth.

Eddie smiles against your skin and kisses down your neck.

“Mm, what else? I like how strong your house is. How it's been rained on so many times and it's still here. I like the light that shines from inside, how warm and inviting it is. I like that you let me through the front gate even though it's scary to let someone in.”

“Eddie.” You’re begging. “Don’t have to like it. I’ll let you in anyway.”

Eddie reels back, dark eyes molten. “Don’t ever think you have to let me inside to keep me. Alright? This is your house, baby. Not mine. I come when invited. And I love you. I love every part.”

“I want you in,” you say. You do. You never thought you would but you’re sure that you want Eddie inside.

He cups the back of your head and your hip. It makes your bricks wobble. You never knew that living in your body could be a home and not a break-in.

Eddie’s house is beautiful, but you knew that. His skin is smooth, dotted with freckles and moles. Silver scars criss-cross over his stomach. He catches you staring.

“One day, I’ll tell you about ‘em,” he murmurs, tracing your cheek with his thumb. “But tonight‘s about you.”

“I like your house,” you say.

Eddie smiles. His cheeks tinge red.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world,” he says.

He helps you take off your clothes. You take longer than him, but Eddie doesn’t rush. Just kisses your exposed skin.

“We can stop here if you want,” he says when you’re both bare.

“It might not be good,” you say again. “Remember?”

“Sweet thing, have you ever considered that maybe it’ll be good because it’s you?”

You pull him in by his neck, so you can whisper in his ear. You can’t look at Eddie’s windows right now.

“Inside might be scary,” you say.

Eddie makes a warm sound. “Everybody’s got an attic, baby. Nothing scary ‘bout ‘em.”

You search for his hand blindly. He links your fingers and kisses the shell of your ear.

“Come in,” you say.

So Eddie does.

It isn’t long before you’re both panting. Eddie’s pet you for a long while, sweet strokes that make you squeal and sigh. Your sounds make him grin every time.

“Do you—do you like my house?” Your ankles cross behind Eddie's back. The wind whistles against the window. This is not a break-in.

“Sweet thing, I'd love your house even if you never let me inside,” Eddie says, a moan stuck in his throat as he bottoms out. “You okay? Y’wanna keep going?”

You nod and tuck your face into his shoulder. Eddie’s curls are frizzy and they stick to his forehead. Words climb dangerously up your throat, words about houses and moving in and vows and picking furniture. Your eyes burn.

“Baby, are y—hey.” Eddie starts to pull out. You shake your head furiously and keep his hips lined with yours.

“No, ‘m fine,” you say, lightning in your belly growing. “Really, Ed, fine. Just feel safe. You’re safe. I love your house.”

Eddie’s answering hum is tender. He kisses you hard, salt on your door.

You find yourself in the window’s reflection again. The rain keeps on.

This time, you don’t feel locked out.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson imagine #gender neutral reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things #Eddie munson #about a boy

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chaifootsteps · 3 months

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Sorry this is gonna be long. Vivziepop doesn't understand the gravity of sin and hence cannot comprehend the idea of redemption.

It's so obvious Viv has had some bad experiences with the Christian church, but she is also totally unwilling to research the philosophy behind the religion. There are reasons we believe what we believe, and reasons why what we believe gets twisted and used to hurt people, and even reasons why our beliefs in their truest and purest form can STILL hurt people. But regardless of their effects, whether good or bad, there are REASONS those beliefs exist, reasons backed up by literal millennial of theology and historical/academic study.

The idea that her characters don't even understand HOW someone gets into heaven just proves she gave no thought to the other side of the argument. The premise of Hazbin Hotel is that people can change and deserve a chance to be redeemed, but she fails to illustrate any actual change or redemption.

Redemption is predicated on the recognition of what you've done wrong and the desire to do better. It is an internal battle of constant self-examination and dedication to improve. The people that make up her main cast are sinful. Whether or not their sins mean they deserved hell is up to interpretation. I'm not asking her to follow the Catechism of the Catholic church. But if these people are to be redeemed, they have to acknowledge themselves as full of fault.

Husk was a gambler. A gambling addiction is not a fun or quirky hobby. It, like any addiction, is a complete loss of control and subservience to a vice that destroys your life and relationships with other people. Alastor was a cannibal and serial killer, who took the lives of fellow humans and desecrated their remains for his own pleasures, showing a complete lack of respect for the sanctity of life. Angel Dust hurts himself over and over and over again through his addiction to pleasure and narcotics. Sometimes sin doesn't hurt other people as much as it hurts us, but it's still a sin because we are supposed to treat our bodies as temples. These are all massive flaws of the characters, sins that have overtaken their personalities and lives, and yes, they may be interesting and fun and entertaining, but that doesn't change the fact they did bad things.

Vivziepop can't redeem anyone, because she fails to set a standard of righteousness. Sin is just a mutation of virtue. It's taking prudence and turning it into greed. It's taking humility and turning it into self-flagellation. It's taking love and turning it into lust. Because of her, I'm sure, completely valid religious trauma, she fails to recognize the humanity of the people that hurt her. That they too are just people who struggle with their own sin and vice. She can't comprehend or give the benefit of the doubt that religious people have valid explanations for their beliefs.

She seems to think of heaven as just a place of stuck-up hypocrites who don't know how to have fun. She seems to think the rules and regulations of religion are just arbitrary rules someone made up for a power grab and not a detailed and dedicated attempt of humanity to understand God and his desires.

Viv's understanding of redemption is likeability. It's illustrated in Angel's scenes in episode six. Yes, Angel is being nice and kind and caring about people, but his problems were never a lack of caring about people. His problems were using substances to deal with his problems, and yes he did deny the drugs Cherry offered him, but there was no moment of reflection as to why he no longer wanted to take them. It seems more like he wants to make Husk happy with him than he actually wants to form better coping mechanisms or even a recognition that he doesn't need the drugs to numb the pain anymore now that he has a support system.

She seems to think that if a sinner is likeable, they don't deserve eternal damnation. That's why she woobifies every character she grows to like, because being a good person and sin cannot co-exist in her mind. People who are likeable cannot be bad people and thus a system that would put a likeable person in hell is rigged and stupid. But that fails to comprehend the multi-faceted of humanity and sin.

Sometimes people you love, people who are good to you, are bad people to others. Child molesters can be good friends. Rapisits can advocate for animal rights. Murderers can be good parents. A person who abused you could be someone else's best friend, and a genuinely good friend at that. A failure to recognize the complexity of virtue and vice is a failure to understand what redemption means.

She can critique the idea of perfection. She can critique the hypocrisies of the church. She can critique the tenets of religion. She can even say the things I believe in are unfair and nonsensical and evil. But she cannot make a good critique without understanding the other side of the argument. Because without that, she herself has no counter argument!

The plot of Hazbin is no longer that people can be redeemed, but that redemption is not necessary, because the rules that government heaven and hell make no sense. And that's a COMPLETELY different argument to be making.

I apologize for the length. I hope I've made some semblance of sense.

No, no apologies for the length. It was an interesting read!

Some would argue that all religions are nothing but arbitrary rules someone made up for a power grab, but it's true, there's at least supposed to be some kind of rhyme and reason to it all. In theory at least, it's supposed to improve yours and everyone else's quality of life, but that goes against Viv's theory that the only thing that matters is doing whatever you want all the time. Viv doesn't have to side with Heaven or go full blown scripture, but you can't tell me that Heaven doesn't even know what it takes for someone to get in.

Thanks for your thoughts!

#Anonymous #viv stuff #hazbin hotel critical #actual blog post

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wolfjackle-creates · 8 months

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How about Tim Drake and Danny Fenton with 7 and/ 54!

7. Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

54. Kidnapping

Well, doesn't that just give ideas. I'm going with Tim POV on this one.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Tim came back to awareness with the feeling of ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles and the absence of a mask on his face. He was tied to a very uncomfortable chair.

His head hurt, but more like a hangover than physical trauma so he must've been drugged. Where had he been?

The museum, that's right. He'd been at the museum. There'd been a class of out-of-state high school students visiting and they were acting strange. Bruce sent him to check up on them, make sure they were who they'd said they were.

Without moving, he mentally checked his body. Nothing to be alarmed by. Maybe a new bruise or two and his wrists and ankles would be sore. He was wearing his shirt and pants, but his shoes and socks had been removed along with any of his possessions.

So he let himself focus on the rest of the room. An arrhythmic tapping sound was coming from just a few feet away. But his head was still foggy from whatever he'd been drugged with and he couldn't figure out what it was.

He couldn't hear anything else.

So he let himself moan slightly and shifted his weight as if he was only just waking up. He opened his eyes slightly and didn't bother hiding the wince of pain at the light from the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling.

"Hey, cool! You're awake!" exclaimed someone. They sounded young.

Tim looked over and saw a boy about his own age also tied to a chair. The tapping noise had been him rocking back and forth on his toes. The room they were in was small, more of a closet really. About five feet by five feet and shelving had clearly only been removed recently. The door had no window. No way to know how long he'd been out.

"Where are we?" asked Tim. "What happened?" Tim narrowed his eyes against the light and looked closer. The kid looked familiar, where had he seen him?

"You okay?" the kid asked.

"Killer headache. Better than a concussion, I guess, but these drugs, man. Did they not get you with them?" And then he placed the kid, he'd been part of the group he'd been following.

The boy shrugged. "Things like that usually wear off for me pretty quickly. I'm Tim. Who're you? This your first kidnapping?"

"I— What? I'm Tim."

"Huh, cool. We have the same name. They kidnapped us because my dad's Bruce Wayne and they want ransom. When they found two boys of a similar age with black hair and blue eyes in the museum, they took us both rather than waste time figuring out who was who."

And suddenly it made sense what this kid was doing. He was trying to trick them into thinking he was Tim. Perhaps so Tim could escape or just to sow confusion. Tim shook his head and winced when that just caused throbbing pain. "What are you talking about? I'm Tim Drake, adopted son of Bruce Wayne."

"Dude, why are you lying? We both know I'm Tim."

"You're the liar," he shot back. He couldn't let a civilian take the fall for him.

But before their argument could continue to cycle, the door banged open, making the pounding in Tim's head worse. Two men stood there: one holding a gun, the other a phone. Most likely he was videotaping them. Both of them wore more guns and knives openly.

"Look like Sleeping Beauty's finally awake," sneered the one holding the phone.

Tim pretended to be afraid as was protocol for civilian kidnappings. "Who are you? What do you want?"

His companion, however, did not seem to get the memo. "You'd better let us go right now or you will regret it."

"Looks like we've got a feisty one on our hands, eh?" asked Gun-kidnapper.

"Smile at the camera, boys, we'll be sending this to Daddy Wayne. Better pray he pays up. Otherwise worse'll happen."

"Worse than what?" demanded his companion. "I've been in detentions worse'n this."

"Shut up!" hissed Tim.

"You better listen to your pal, boy, because you just volunteered for our first demonstration," said Phone-kidnapper. "Hear that, Brucie? We're gonna shoot your boy, or maybe not your boy. And you'll pay us the demanded ransom if you don't want us to do it again. Every half hour you delay, we'll put another bullet in one of these boys."

Without delay, Gun-kidnapper raised his weapon and shot. But he missed as Tim's companion managed to get enough leverage to knock his chair over.

Not that it was enough to stop the kidnapper who simply shot again. And this time he didn't miss. Tim watched as blood quickly began dripping from the boy's thigh onto the floor. At least his position on the floor meant it was elevated.

The two kidnappers laughed before leaving.

"Shit, are you okay? Why'd you do that?" Tim pulled at his bonds. The other boy needed medical attention ASAP. Worth using some of his Robin Training to help out the brave, idiotic kid.

The kid chuckled through clenched teeth. "I've had worse, it's fine."

"Worse? That's a gunshot wound!"

"And last Tuesday, I was hit by a spear and lasers, bit by a vulture, and punched through a wall over the span of, like, four hours."

That gave Tim pause. If that was true, and he seemed oddly unconcerned about a bullet wound for it not to be, he was clearly not a normal teen. "Who are you?"

The boy grinned. "I told you, I'm Tim Drake! Now, do you trust me?"

"Trust you to do what?" Tim had almost gotten one hand free.

"We're getting out of here, Timbuk-two."

Before Tim could blink, the kid did...something...and all his bonds fell away. Then he lunged at Tim, pushing him out of the chair and into the wall. They came through into what looked like an average Gotham warehouse.

Tim bit his tongue as they continued flying through the wall and ended up outside. It was still daytime, but dusk was getting close.

"What the hell?" whispered Tim. "You're a meta?"

"Not exactly, but close enough. I'm Danny. I can keep us invisible and intangible, but I can't block sound. So only speak when needed. Want to figure out who these guys are or leave?"

"You need to get medical attention. Much as I want to know who these guys are, we're leaving."

"I'm fine! I've had worse."

Tim looked down from where they were floating and noted the blood dripping to the ground. "Dude, you're bleeding. We're leaving."

That seemed to knock Danny out of it. "Oops. Suppose you're right. Where should we go?"

"There's a doctor in crime alley who treats everyone. She won't talk about your meta status and she'll be able to contact Bruce for me to let him know we're out."

Danny hesitated a moment before asking, "Can you promise she won't talk? Because there're people who'd like nothing more than to strap me down and cut me open to figure out how I work."

"Fly a few buildings over and land on a roof so I can get a tourniquet on your leg. Are those the same people who hurt you last Tuesday?"

Danny did as directed. "Believe it or not, no. That guy wants me to be his son."

Once the landed, Danny let him go. "What the fuck?" Tim patted himself down hoping that the kidnappers had left him with anything useful only to sigh. He'd have to make do with his shirt.

"I know. He's a total fruitloop. Nah, it's the government that wants to vivisect me. And a few others, but I think they'd stop once they realized who I am." Danny looked him up and down. "But it looks like you might have a story or two to tell as well."

"You are going to tell me everything, Danny," said Tim as he set about tearing his shirt into strips. "Bruce would totally take you in if you need a safe place to stay. Especially after you helped me escape."

"And what can you do about it? There's laws that make experimentation on people like me legal."

That made Tim pause in what he was doing, but only for a minute. "If that's true, I happen to be friends with two very good investigative journalists who would love to do a series of articles. They've a good track record of getting unjust laws overturned."

Danny didn't say anything for a moment and Tim looked over at him. It seemed like he was actually contemplating the offer. "Really? I'll want proof before I talk. And I'll need to reach out to some friends for a second opinion."

"Only sensible. Okay, this is as good as I'm gonna get it. I'm going to bandage your leg now."

"Just do it."

Looking at the wound, Tim could see the bullet hadn't passed through Danny's thigh but had seemed to have fallen out. Perhaps when he'd density-shifted them? But then why did their clothes remain intact? He'd have to ask later. Instead, he focused on making a bandage and tourniquet out of the strips of his shirt.

"Okay, that's as good as it's going to get. How high can you fly?"

"Higher than you can breathe."

"I see. Well, fly us up a bit so I can figure out where we are in the city, then I'll give you directions to Leslie's clinic."

"Will do!"

With how well Tim knew the streets of Gotham from the sky, it was the work of moments to get his bearings and fifteen minutes later, they were using the back entrance to Leslie's clinic.

A week later, Wayne Manor had a new resident and Clark Kent and Lois Lane published their first joint article on the Anti-Ecto acts.

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I honestly went into this one without a plan, something I usually hate doing. But I like how it turned out! Let me know what y'all think.

I've one more prompt to fill which should happen by the end of the week. Still accepting new ones, but the turn around will be a bit longer I'm afraid.

#dpxdc #kidnapping #being trapped with danny #puts escape on easy mode #if not even easier than that #sam already knew clark and lois by reputation #as soon as danny mentioned their names #she ordered him to accept tim's help #tim's scars made danny more inclined to trust him too #meant he wasn't just some rich kid #and that he had secrets of his own #doesn't take him long to figure out their identities

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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Hai! how are you?

good? bad? idk?

i have an idea..

slender, toby, ben, jack, masky, hoodie, jeff, liu, jane and kate ( you can leave some out if you want to ) with a sweet s/o | golden retriver(?)/puppy but make it the embodyment of sunshine and clumsy (if u know mix between skz's felix and ateez's mingi vibe)| who fights for their food? literlly.

as soon as someone(anyone/anything) tries to take their food,plate it's on.

imagen, they invite their s/o to eat with the others and someone's like let me take your plate and they just full on takle them.

or jeff and y/n fighting over the last plate of sth and their partner trying to get them of him

bonus if the s/o usually doesn't like activities that take too much energy

You dont have to if you dont want to!

Hi! I’m going good thanks for asking! :) as much as I love Kate I actually don’t write for her sorry about that! I also have no idea who those people are so sorry if this sucks lol😅💞💞

Creepypastas with a Reader that’s got the personality of a golden retriever

Includes: Slender Man, Masky, Hoody, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Jeff The Killer, Homicidal Liu and Jane The Killer

Slender Man💖

Slender Man couldn’t keep up with your bright and happy attitude. He thought it was endearingly fascinating that someone could be so optimistic in a world like this

He knew how much you liked your food. He often had to pull you off other creeps within the manor because you playfully fought over food with them

With you being so wild and boisterous, Slender Man made it a habit to save plenty of leftovers for you. He then tucked you away with him in his big office, glad when he sees you finally unwind and enjoy a snack to yourself. He liked having quiet time with you this way

Masky💖

Your cheery and playful nature certainly wasn’t something Masky was used to (besides Toby’s annoying antics). He thought you were adorable though, and wanted to protect you at all costs

Had never moved so fast in his life when you jumped over the table and onto Jeff because he took away your food. Masky was worried you were gonna hurt yourself or get into trouble. So he leapt after you and yanked you off Jeff. You and him were just having fun though, acting like a pair of playful dogs

At the end of the day, Masky was gonna love you no matter how you were. He adored you, as you made his life 100% better and brighter. He also made sure to never take your leftovers

Hoody💖

Brian kinda matched your enthusiasm, but he wasn’t as gleeful as you were. He really enjoyed your company, always having plenty to talk about with you. Hoody tried to remain stone cold in front of the others, but your sweet nature always made him melt

Couldn’t believe how protective you were of your frigging food. You and him were chatting at the dinner table, when Masky came over to take your plate. Apparently you weren’t done eating, and shot out of your seat, towards the masked man. Hoody couldn’t help but giggle under his own mask, thinking you were adorably hilarious

He loved having you around. He was never bored when he was with you. Hoody was possessive of you at times, as you were pretty much the light of his life <3

Toby Rogers💖

Toby thought you were a riot! The two of you were always getting up to no good. Your energy matched his perfect and that made him crazy. Toby was obsessed; he had never met someone like you

He purposely took your snack away when you weren’t looking, excitedly waiting for you to notice. When you looked down and saw your food was gone, your eyes immediately locked on Toby. You launched yourself at him, playfully tackling him to the kitchen floor. Any creeps that walked in to grab their own snacks immediately walked back out, as they knew your play fighting always turned a bit graphic

Not only was Toby in love with you, you were also his best friend. Wherever you went, he followed. You and him were to paint the world red with your crazy shenanigans

BEN Drowned💖

BEN thought you were so fun to be around. He enjoyed your boisterous and playful nature very much. His favourite thing to do with you was play video games. You were a great gaming buddy

BEN secretly loved it when you play fought with the others over food. He was your cheerleader. He was also cooing over how cute you were. You really were like a little golden retriever puppy! BEN couldn’t get enough of your shenanigans

During your everyday life in the manor, expect BEN to be popping out of any tv screens, computers or even your phone. He checked in on you often, making sure you were going good. BEN was always eager too, hoping you would strike up a conversation with him. He could listen to you talk for hours

Eyeless Jack💖

Your hyper and cheery nature could be a little too much for Jack at times. He himself was very quiet and broody; your exact opposite. But don’t worry, he also thought you were super cute and sweet too

Jack could kind of get it when you got possessive over your food. Except the fact that what he ate was human organs, and what you ate was, you know… normal

You were so different from Jack, and that was what he liked about you. He adored you, and wanted you close always. And at a point in your relationship, your cheeriness and warmth was rubbing off on him. Jack was once aloof and gloomy, but now you couldn’t get rid of him. Not that you wanted to, you too were like a lovesick puppy

Jeff The Killer💖

Jeff thought you were annoying at first. He was an emo edge lord of the night while you were this bright, cheery, hyper puppy of a person. He didn’t believe he could ever like you

When Jeff saw you tackle Toby because he took away your food, he was very surprised. Watching the two of you laugh and playfully fight, tossing around against each other on the kitchen floor… it made something deep within him mad. Jeff was envious of Toby, and wanted to be in his position. Y’know, rolling around with you on the floor… you getting all dir-

Jeff was very, very possessive over you. Your light and cheerful innocence was all for him, nobody else was allowed to enjoy it anymore. He wanted to wrap your adorable little ways up tight and keep them for himself forever. Jeff craved to own you. He needed you as his pet

Homicidal Liu💖

Liu kinda liked your energetic, cheerful personality! You reminded him of the kids he would’ve hung out with if the stuff with Jeff never went down. He thought your presence was delightful, just sometimes intense

Like when you fought with his brother over food. Jeff thought it was funny taking away your snack, but you were like, it’s on. Liu actually quite enjoyed watching you wrestle each other. Until his brother started to hit on you, then Liu had to yank him off you. After shooing Jeff away, he protectively pulled you to his chest with a pout

Liu pretty much fell in love with instantly when you first met. He thought you were so cute. From your silly clumsiness, to your playful wit, he loved it all. You were his sunshine and he didn’t ever want you to be taken away

Jane The Killer💖

Jane was smitten. She loved your cheeriness and playful charm. You were so cute. Just like a golden retriever puppy! You made her heart flutter

To made sure there were no dramas, she made sure to hide food for you so nobody ate or stole it. She knew how riled up you could get over that. As cute as you were, you were a force to be reckoned with

Jane was always calling you pet names. Anything from darling, sweetheart, dear, sweetie, love… the list went on and on. She was just so glad to call you hers. You were always bubbly and affectionate, pulling yourself impossibly close to her at all times. Jane was quick to wrap you up into her chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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KEN YOU'RE MY DANNY JOHNSON QUEEN AND I MUST HAVE YOU WRITE ANGST FOR MY BOY .. but with comfort too .. im not that strong. CONSIDER THAT, danny and reader have kinda of an estabilished thing, but in a particular stressful trial day, danny doesn't want to talk to reader, he just wants the ol' killing spree, which makes him say some nasty stuff to reader when they try to approach, NOW, because of that, reader doesn't go meet him in the border again, and worse yet, they arent falling in any trials together, so hes like "WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

i know you're probably full of works now so please feel free to deny or take all the time you need with this request, you always come first! love ur blog ^_^

“I’m Sorry…” || Danny Johnson

Ahhhhh I had so much fun with this! I decided to write this mostly from Danny’s pov, and how he felt about the situation. So, just gonna say Danny is very much ooc, but it doesn’t matter because this was really sweet and Danny’s totally a softie under that mask.

GN! Reader, Warnings: None, angst with fluff at the end.

Well.. shit. Danny hadn’t meant to say that to you. You’re the first person in a very long time that Danny’s ever loved, so you should expect some mistakes…right? No. That wasn’t fair. Danny needed to apologize. Danny would never try to hurt you, and seeing you cry tears that he caused left him with a pain far worse than the entity’s punishments.

It all started because Danny was having some rough trials, and when you tried to comfort him he lashed out at you and said some terrible things. You never hurt him. In fact, you were trying to help him! Danny felt like such a fool. Here he was, a sadistic murderer, with such a perfect, innocent partner who loved him unconditionally—even if he was a killer.

“Hey, Danny… Are you alrigh-“ He never even let you finish your question before he shoved past you, not even bothering to face you as he yelled: “Don’t you have teammates to sandbag?! I don’t have time for this shit right now. You’re lucky I let you live.”

Danny didn’t even feel that guilty after he said it either. It wasn’t until he noticed you crying that he realized just what he had said. You helped your teammates whenever you could, it was Danny who wouldn’t chase or hook you. He wouldn’t even injure you. If a survivor dared to say anything bad about you, Danny had them dead within minutes. You must have felt so confused, so hurt when he snapped at you.

It wasn’t long after the trial that Danny found himself basically running to the survivor-killer border. If you were there, Danny would apologize so many times that he’d lose his voice. He’d even let you say whatever you wanted to him—though you probably wouldn’t say anything that Danny hasn’t already said to himself. If you weren’t there, he’d wait until a trial. Sure, Danny would suffer every second that he didn’t get to own up for what he said, but he felt like that was another punishment for his idiocy.

When Danny arrived at the border, he began calling out for you so frantically that if any of the other killers or survivors saw him they’d think he finally lost his mind. You weren’t at the border, and you never responded to any of Danny’s calls. Danny ripped his mask off in frustration and tossed it down onto the cold, hard ground. His eyes felt watery, and his lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath. Danny never cried, and he wasn’t going to now. This whole situation was his fault, and throwing a pity party would get him nowhere. So, hurling a few insults towards himself, Danny picks his mask up and slips it back on.

Each trial Danny had, he searched for you. You weren’t in a single one. For the first time in a long time, Danny was lost. What could he do if he couldn’t see you? He checked the border constantly, but each time you were never there. Danny was ready to ask random survivors about you, and if you were okay. That was his plan until his very next trial.

Danny’s eyes open, and he finds himself in snowy realm of Mount Ormond Resort. Immediately, Danny began to look for you. The image of you crying wouldn’t leave his head, and even when he did finally apologize, he’d still feel guilty for a while. No amount of sacrifices or murder-selfies can make Danny feel okay about what happened.

The first survivor he spotted was Meg, who was oblivious to Danny’s presence. Next he found Thalita and Adam, who had spotted Danny and ran. There was still no sign of you. Danny was hopeful this time, however. Ormond was your favorite realm, you loved the snow.

Danny had searched almost the entire map, and you were nowhere to be seen. He was now headed to the very corner of the map he had yet to check. Behind the mask, that constantly displayed the gaping mouth and eyes of a ghost, was a man who had never felt so nervous or afraid in his life. It was crazy how much you had changed him. Normally, Danny loved to make people cry. He loved to instill fear into people before ruthlessly killing them. But now, at least when it came to you, Danny couldn’t stand it.

As Danny approaches the edge of the realm, he can hear a generator being worked on. There was no way any of the survivors he’s already seen could get here in time to have the generator this far completed. So, with a deep breath, Danny turns the corner.

“Danny..?” It was you. Everything Danny had planned to say had been tossed out of the window as he threw his knife and mask to the ground and engulfed you in a tight hug. Despite how angry you wanted to be, you couldn’t help but melt into his arms and listen to him as he apologized over and over.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Y/n. I would never kill you. Ever. I’m so stupid for saying that and I-“ Danny pauses and takes in a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck. His voice now muffled, he continues, “You should be with someone who treats you better, who isn’t a fucking murderer.”

You nudge Danny off of you, taking his shaking hands in yours. You look up to meet his gaze, his eyes were glazed over, and despite how much he tried to hide it, you could tell he was close to tears. He felt horrible. A part of you had a feeling he would, since he practically melts whenever he’s around you, but seeing this side of Danny was still rare. He truly cared, and moments like these were when you knew. You could see the real Danny. The one who was terrified that you would never forgive him. The Danny who knew what he said was wrong, and is now doing whatever he can to make it right.

“Dan, while what you said was really asshole-ish of you, I’m not gonna hold a grudge for it. I never went to the border because every time I got close to it, the entity sent me back to the campfire. I can tell you really didn’t mean what you said. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I love you.”

Danny was speechless. You… forgive him? “Y/n, I promise I’ll never say anything like that to you ever again. I love you too, and I’m sorry I act like a dick all the time.” You chuckle, Danny’s brows scrunching as he stared at you with a confused look on his face.

“I said I forgive you, dummy. You sound like a broken record.” You joke, finally cracking a smile from Danny. “Seriously though, I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you, Danny Johnson.”

Danny doesn’t respond, instead, he cups your face in his gloved hands and kisses you. The kiss was passionate, and it painted Danny completely the opposite from how others perceived him. And, without even opening his mouth, Danny spoke to you through his actions. The hand cupping your face, the other hand threading through your hair… it told you everything:

“I love you too.”

*******

I enjoyed writing this so much!! Your requests mean so much to me, and they help me expand my writing and improve in ways I never thought I could. Love ya! ❤️

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface x reader #ghostface dbd #ghostface #ghostface fluff #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson fluff #ghostface x y/n

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chaotic-vibes-only-please · 2 years

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Hope you're well! Stupid request, but if you would want to, some of the creeps with an SO with really bad period cramps? Like vomiting and not moving and being very irritable for several days haha, with Liu, Toby, EJ and Cody/X-Virus?

Liu, Toby, EJ, and Cody/X-Virus With An S/O Who has severe Period Cramps

A/N: There are no stupid requests! Bad cramps suck so much and for anyone going through a rough time with them take care of yourself! Relax, stay hydrated, and eat! ✨️ I remember when EJ drinking period blood was all my anons would talk about 💀 Here you go babe, a bit late, but I hope you like it🍵

Warnings: Mentions of menstruation and periods, just fluff and comfort though <3

Liu

Liu would hold your hair back while you were throwing up from the horrible pain. He will stay up with you during the night because you won't be able to sleep

The support he has for you is unconditional. He would be freaking out at first because-yes, he knows some of the basics about menstruation, but he never knew cramps could get this bad

You have to reassure him you aren't dying over and over again because Liu doesn't think that the pain is normal.

Cooks for you, gets you snacks for your cravings, makes sure you don't have to get out of bed for anything other than moving to the bathroom.

Liu will be there at your beck and call. If you need anything- and I mean anything, you best believe he will deliver.

As for your irritability, he can handle it the best. Liu just brushes it off, he’s mature enough to know you don’t mean to be annoyed . He'll be just as sweet to you as ever before, regardless of how you may take out your frustrations on him

Basically, Liu is the embodiment of golden retriever boy energy and will be there for you the entirety of the seven days.

Eyeless Jack

Jack is always prepared. He's a medical expert. Heating pads, pain killers, water to keep you hydrated, healthy food, you name it, he has it. Also, he keeps a stack of pads, tampons, or whatever you use for menstruation in the medical supply closet. You're in good hands.

But, he will get over cautious since your pain is so bad. He takes a calmer approach then Liu. Jack will monitor you closely, specifically your vitals like your blood pressure because he doesn't want it getting too high or else he'll have to administer some medicine

Gives the best damn cuddles you could ever ask for. Jack is a big teddy bear. He will be whatever you want. Big spoon or little spoon.

He will massage your lower abdomen to help make the cramps more bearable.

Jack will also provide you a bucket to throw up in so you won't have to keep running to the bathroom to do so. Also cleans it out for you

As for your mood swings, Jack is a bit petty, but for the most part doesn't mind it. If anything he only sees you as a feisty kitten in pain and is patient a majority of the time. But if you're a little too cranky towards him, he'll become a bit sassy and show it through little comments about your "Mood",

Toby

He had a sister, he knows what to do. Still, as all the others, he will be very concerned. Toby will try to distract you from the pain with your favorite movies or T.V. shows.

Or he'll ramble on about his day and missions he'd gone on that week to take your mind off of things. He'll make sure your shared bed is made and ready for you to hunker down on with tones of blankets/pillows.

Toby will try to make you as comfortable as possible. He absolutely hates seeing you in so much pain.

Although he can't cook or bake, Toby would personally go out and get whatever junky fast food you crave.

Toby would also get you any menstrual products you need. He's surprisingly probably the most calm about this then the others because of his experiences with Lyra.

Picks up doing chores and housework so that you can stay laying down and relaxed. Won't make you lift a single finger. Similar to Liu, he'd stay by your side as much as he can.

Toby may get his feelings a little hurt when you seem more distant and irked at everything. You'll have to remind him it isn't his fault, you're just in an overwhelming amount of agony and you truly do not mean to be so aggressive

Cody/X-Virus

Cody is downright scared for you. Like, he's the most worried and frantic. He will be the equivalent to a chaotic mess. Yes he knows what a period is, but he never thought that they were this extreme much like Liu.

This man will spoil you with everything and anything to make up for the torturous week . Even after your period is over he will make sure to take you out the day you feel 100% again.

Cody has the least experience with this kind of thing, so try to be patient. He only wants to help. You'll have to inform him on your needs and he will do whatever you need him to do.

The good thing is that he is a fast learner. He will literally take off work to help you out. Cody doesn't feel comfortable with leaving you alone at all in such a state. The man will be glued to your side. If you want some space, he still won't be far.

He will shower you in lots of affection and love. Kisses, cuddles, hugs, you name it.

The clingyness comes from his worry for you. It may get on your nerves, but still be gentle with him. He's really trying his best. You can count on Cody to come through with any of your requests.

Cody won't even be aware about your irritability, he's too worried about you to even see that you are!

Does little things for you like lighting lovely scented candles in your room, fetching you things you need because you can't get up, tucking you in, ect.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x reader #Cody #x virus x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby

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Is there any story about how Cross received the veil from Killer?

Oh yes, it's a draft but thank God you remind me of it so I finished it already- also I change Cross and Killer age gap- to make it more logical duh- 💀 I didn't count properly back then-

It have been a few days since Cross made a deal with Nightmare. He had to admit that Nightmare is a bit dumb and desperate. At least for Cross he get to walk around the castle freely.

Also he really want to meet with the Queen again. He was so in love with her beauty but unfortunately Nightmare didn't let him to talk with Killer.

"I wonder where is she...." he look around looking for a servant that could help him.

Unfortunately none of the servants want to help him and they seems to avoid talking about Killer.

Well seems like Cross have to use his skill to find- he's too dedicated-

Later he stumbled across a garden. Seems like it was hidden because he only find it because he fell off from the pond which lead him to the garden. Oddly enough his clothes is still dry.

The garden seems to be tend carefully by someone. The flowers, the fishes and kids.

"Wait children? What are they doing here-." Cross muttered to himself.

The two children are sleeping and they resemble Nightmare. Cross guessed it's Nightmare kids since he did told him he was married.

Cross decided to wake the two children so he can ask them why are they here alone.

Before he can do that, a red knife suddenly threatened his neck. Cross recognized the glove, it's Killer.

"Ah! Lady, it's me! Remember?" Cross smiles as he slowly took away the knife from Killer.

"... Oh. You the weird man who proposed to me with that flower ring." Said Killer.

"yes that's is me!" Said Cross. "Are you the one who tend this garden? It's beautiful just like you."

"be quiet, my children is sleeping." Killer took away her knife from Cross then pushed him to the side.

"Wait children-?! Oh damn are you the Queen?" realization hits Cross harder than his almost execution. "You look young to be a mother though, how old are you? I'm 23 by the way."

"Queen.... Yeah sure." Killer sighed and looked dead in the eyes. "I'm 20."

"20..? But your children..." Cross finally realized what's going on. "Oh...- sorry, I heard the king is a very evil man. I should expect something like this... ...-"

"... It's okay, it's not your fault." Said Killer. "How did you get in here? This place is.. Well a prison for me."

"A prison? So you mean you can't get out at all?" He asked.

"Yeah...- I tried and my children ended up getting hurt by him." she replied then start to picking up both Crescent and Angst from the ground. "You should go back, he will come back anytime soon. I don't want people to get hurt because of me again..."

She then enter the small cottage that's is in the garden. It's where she sleep since she hates being in the same room with Nightmare.

Cross had a deep thought for while. He went back to castle, thinking what he can do for Killer.

"hmm... I think this should work." Cross got a wonderful idea now.

The next day....

As usual Killer is tending the garden while Crescent and Angst playing with the fishes.

It was a peaceful morning until Cross came again-

"Hello my lady and princes! I have a great news!" Said Cross happily. "Buckle up because we're going out!"

Killer was startled while the children immediately hide behind Killer.

"What...?" She doesn't understand what Cross meant by that.

"Well I talked with the king. He agreed to let you out once a while so let's go! I'll bring you out for lunch." Cross explained everything to Killer.

"Ah... Mom are we really going out? Can I finally see the sun?" Asked Crescent.

"Of course kiddo! If you want to see the sun you have to go to the light kingdom though but we can go there right now if you want."

"Uwah! Mom let's go there!" Angst tugged on Killer sleeve. "Please I want to read more books too!"

"...- okay fine. Before that we have to wear disguise. I don't want to get weird stares." Said Killer.

"If people stares at you, they probably think you're beautiful you know?" Cross suddenly complimented Killer out of nowhere which got her flustered.

"Ah... Huh...?" a second later she frown. "Real funny- haha, I'll go get some scarfs."

Killer went inside the tiny cottage to get some scarfs-

"Mister, you shouldn't call my mommy pretty. She don't like being called that." Said Angst.

"really? She seems a bit happy when I called her that though. You also should call your mother beautiful, so she can know how much you loves her." Said Cross.

"I don't see the point of loving—"

Crescent quickly cut Angst off and smile nervously. "of course mister! We will always say that to mom."

A few moments later, they arrived at the sun kingdom. Crescent and Angst are wearing adorable onesie bear. Meanwhile Killer is wearing a hijab and Cross wearing a veil...

"Seriously is this necessary?" Asked Cross.

"No but it's funny to see you in that veil." Killer slightly chuckles. "Don't take it seriously, you look decent."

"Really? thanks!" Cross was happy to hear a compliment from Killer. "Oh I pickpockets some people money while you were talking. Let's use it."

"How did you..- never mind..." She chuckles. "Let's go."

It was a very happy time for them. Killer was happy to see her children get to express their childhood.

Hours passed by, Crescent and Angst fell asleep on Killer's lap.

"Here I got free cotton candy for you." Said Cross as he sat next to Killer. "Don't worry I didn't steal it, I seduce the seller instead."

"you're really bad haha-" Killer smiles as she took the cotton candy from Cross hand. "You know this is my first time having this. I was isolated and didn't get to experience my childhood..." Said Killer.

"Oh... Then from now on I'll try to be more free so I can bring you out." Cross immediately replied to Killer. "I also didn't get to experience my childhood since I was living in a slum...-"

"heh... I guess we do have something in common." Killer smiles faintly.

It was a very comforting atmosphere. Cross get to know Killer while Killer got a new friend.

"I really like the veil you gave me. It's actually more comfortable than I thought." Said Cross.

"I'm glad. It belonged to someone I care about. Not gonna lie, it suits you more than them." Said Killer. "you... You can keep it. I trust you to take care of it."

"Really? I mean I don't want to take something precious from you." Cross was about to take off the veil but Cross stopped him.

"It's alright, you're now precious to me..."

"oh...!" Cross quickly nodded, he was blushing but thank God the veil hide the redness on his cheeks. "My real name is Hermes-" Cross suddenly blurted out his real out of nowhere- damn simp-

"... Oh, my real name is Amaris." she suddenly laugh at Cross behavior. "You can call me by my name when we're alone. I don't trust anyone expect you now."

"Oh my God lady please marry me-"

"what?"

"I mean I want to marry a bird!" Cross mentally slapped himself

Wow he really make himself an embarrassment-

#evil lux au #[e.l.a] ask #cross sans #killer sans #crescent sans #angst sans #canon storyline #undertale au #in old lore they kinda was a thing 💀#until Hope snatched Killer from Cross-#I used to ship Cross and Killer so- okay still is but in e.l.a they could never be a thing because traumasss

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if you're still doing them and it isn't too heavy, don't imagine the boys taking care of a partner whose grieving?

This one gets bumped up in priority for personal reasons, and it's for everyone.

Killer is kind of quiet, but very supportive. He doesn't have a lot to say-- death and loss are an everyday occurrence to him. He doesn't think much of it, but... he knows that his experiences are far from the norm, and can admit to himself that he'd be very upset if he lost anyone important to him. His glib tongue does him no favors here, so he just handles the physical aspects of it. Cuddles, providing comfort, doing the things you can't bring yourself to, ensuring that you eat and stay hydrated because you can't just wither away in your grief, and he won't let you. Dust is incredibly supportive and rarely leaves your side. He only leaves if you tell him to, or in moments where you need your privacy. He likes to be in constant physical contact with you, offer soft words of comfort, and will nuzzle away any tears that spill. His voice is often just barely above a whisper, and he makes sure you know you aren't alone, and that he won't go anywhere. Axe is about a hair's breadth away from papoosing you to make sure that you're always around him in case you start to feel like it's too much. He makes easy-to-eat food for when you don't have the energy to even move your jaw, smoothies for when you can't even do that. If you can't walk, he'll carry you, he'll help you bathe, he'll do just about everything that you can't or don't have the will to. Cross is a little awkward, but he makes it very clear that he's there for support at the drop of a hat. His experiences lead him to conclude that sometimes, you need to be on your own to process things, that you have to come to terms with things on your own, but that... you don't necessarily need to be alone to do this. He won't say much unless he feels like it needs saying (reassurances, comfort) and you get strong, quiet support from him. Baggs immediately sets you up for grief counseling. You aren't just going to sit on this and let it eat you, you are going to work through it and be alright. He's very insistent on it so you don't trap yourself in self-blame or agonizing over what you could have done to prevent it, and while he is firm, he is not unkind, and even when you're not actively sitting in his office talking about it, he's there to help and support you. There will be no sleepless nights, no terrible dreams, and he's there to help in other areas if you need it, too. Nightmare is around for support, but does not take away the pain. You need to feel to process it, and he might take the edge off if it becomes too much for you to bear... but he will not take the pain away completely, no matter how much you ask. It sucks, he knows it sucks, but you can't just... not process your grief. It hurts, sure, but you must feel it to come to terms with it. He might temporarily ease that if you're too sad to move or do anything, take it away for a little while so you don't have it weighing you down when you need to do something, but he won't ever take it away completely. He is, however, always there if you're having a bad time of it. He will listen and provide comfort, hold you close, murmur soft assurances, and stay with you when you really need someone there.

Dream gets a little overwhelmed with the sheer negativity, but he'll work through it to make sure you're okay. He encourages you to think of the good times you had, to hold onto those sweet memories rather than the fact that the person in them is gone. Those sparks of positivity make it easier for him to use them as a sort of foothold to inspire more positivity in you, to help ease the pain and feel better. The pain is part of the process, but it doesn't need to be a constant. He, like his brother, won't ever erase it completely, but he will help when it gets to be too much. Ink, shockingly, is really good with this sort of thing. His method is distraction, because it's really hard to be sad when you go somewhere you've always wanted to, or get to do that thing you never had time to. He encourages you to get it out however you need to, either by creating something to express your grief, to cry it out, to break down and be sad, or to do anything else, as long as it doesn't hurt you. He's very supportive, and while he doesn't feel that grief, that sadness, he understands that it's something people go through. He's uplifting and supportive, and always available to help. Blue is on it to do everything that you need to do, and is eerily good at knowing what that is, even if you don't verbalize it. He'll help you walk if you don't have the strength to, he'll hand feed you if you can't bring yourself to, help you bathe, whatever you need, he's there to help without any judgment. He's also really good with snuggles and support, and holds you very tightly when you break down. It'll be okay, he knows it'll be okay, and you aren't alone.

Error doesn't handle people crying well, but... you might be an exception. You get wrapped in blankets and pillows and plushies, and whatever you want, you get. He doesn't really say much when fetching things, and absolutely outsources to some of the others for "help, what do I do." He's not as... hands-on as some of the others, but if you need that hug or that cuddle, he'll give it without hesitation. You can sit and watch mindless television or AUs until you can't think, and he'll stay with you when you're asleep. He really doesn't like leaving you alone for any length of time, but if you need something or he needs to get something, he will. He's also moved everything to some unoccupied corner of some AU so that you are not in the anti-void, because that's really counterproductive.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #feat. star sanses #feat. error #cw loss #cw grief #less a 'don't imagine' and more of a general headcanon post #I really hope this helps you out anon #and anyone else who needs this level of comfort and fluff #You aren't alone and you are loved #You can do this even if you don't think you can

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djeterg19 · 4 months

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Epilogue...it's twice as long as most chapters sooooo lets dig in!

The drug bust was a big success. There's a big scandal. Chart goes to Bangkok and they discuss offering him a job. Chart would prefer to stay in Chiang Mai. The Captain says she will put in a request for him to stay and become a superintendent. Tharn thinks about what he would have done undercover and how he admires Chart for staying cool under pressure. Phaya asks him what he's thinking about and he says Chart which makes Phaya jealous.

They get back to Tharn's family home. Tharn's mom gives him a big hug and checks to make sure he's ok. She then checks to make sure Yai and Phaya are ok as well. She's disappointed when they tell her they have to head back to Bangkok. The Captain notices and says Tharn can stay an extra night. She gives thanks for their hospitality. The grandma has gone to temple so they aren't able to thank her. The Captain notices Phaya doesn't want to come with them and says he can stay as well. The Captain tells him he'll be in trouble when they get back to Bangkok and goes to hit him but is stopped by Singh. The team leaves.

Phaya, Tharn, and his mom sit down for dinner. Tharn doesn't have the best table manners and it makes him mom think what would he be like if she hadn't had to leave him. Tharn asks why she's looking so sad and she lets him know she's thinking of his dad. Tharn tells her they found his killer. She tells him his father shared case details with her and also had her learn self defense. She says she saw Motri was arrested. She always suspected he had something to do with her husband's death.

Tharn asks if there were other reasons other than him that they were apart. She tells him no. The monk told them they only way he would get together with Phaya would be if they broke their karmic thread in this lifetime and for his father to become a monk. That was the only way to extend Tharn's lifetime. Phaya curses Chalotorn silently. Tharn blames himself for everything. She tells him that they would have done anything for him. They loved him more than anything and were happy to sacrifice everything for him. She's upset that Chalotorn still wants to take him away after everything. Tharn reassures her he'll take care of the doctor. Phaya chimes in to say he'll take care of Tharn.

After their conversation ends, Phaya and Tharn go to shower and get ready for bed. Tharn can't sleep and Phaya asks what's the matter. They both sense something bad is going to happen. Tharn says he doesn't want Phaya to have the sixth sense because he wants him to rely on him. Phaya asks if he really wants to rest and starts feeling him up. Tharn insists he's tired. They giggle and kiss and go to sleep.

The next morning Tharn goes for a walk in the fog and meets Chalotorn at the bridge. He congratulates Tharn on closing the case and Tharn says they couldn't do it without him. Tharn wants to clear things up between them. Chalotorn says no need he knows what he's going to say. Tharn says the doctor knows but doesn't understand. He says he does understand the pain Tharn suffered from his unrequited love. Tharn explains that was in the past and this is the present. Thanks him but says that he wants to be himself and spend his life with Phaya. Chalotorn insists he'll only be hurt again. Tharn says if he goes with Chalotorn he'll be hurt anyways. The doctor insists he won't hurt him anymore. Chalotorn is shaken to realize that Tharn truly doesn't love him anymore. Chalotorn reaches out and manifests the amber gem and then crushes it in his hand. It turns to dust and green smoke. The smoke turns into the shape of a Naga and disappears.

Tharn says he spoke with Ticharuj and that they are all good. Everything is forgiven and they can move on without any apologies. Chalotorn accepts and then asks Tharn to come to the underwater world for 7 days to come visit Vanvisa. Tharn doesn't agree so he says how about three days. *sigh* Tharn wants to agree because he wants to see his sister one more time and trusts that Chalotorn will return him. And that Phaya will rescue him if he doesn't. Oh ffs. Tharn says just three days? Chalotorn emphasizes three days of the underwater world which I'm assuming means time works differently there? Tharn's mom and Phaya are heading towards them.

Phaya had woken after Tharn and panicked when he realized Tharn was gone. His mom reassured him that Tharn just went for a walk and they headed out to find him. They are talking when she screams when she sees Chalotorn. They both rush towards them. Tharn doesn't appear to hear them and Chalotorn grins at them before they disappear. Phaya barely brushes Tharn's shoulder before he's touching nothing but air. He falls to his knees devastated. He's ears buzz and all he can think is Tharn is gone.

Yai suddenly feels unwell. His wife Mon asks if he's ok. He says he's just feeling sick all of a sudden. He has a vision of Tharn's face.

Back at the station, Yai comes in and the captain is speaking with her father. He gets a call from Phaya and asks when he'll be in. Phaya is crying and says Tharn was taken away. Yai asks what he means. Phaya says he has to go visit the monk and to please setup time off for him and hangs up. Yai wants more info. Khem overheard and asks what's up with Tharn. The Captain comes out and asks why aren't they working. Yai explains what the call was about. Everyone is stunned.

Phaya goes back to the monastery and visits the river swimming in it like he's searching for something. The whole team works on trying to find Tharn. Yai was angry with Phaya for not taking care of Tharn. He goes to find Phaya at the temple and punches him. Phaya doesn't fight back and looks like death. Yai is angry that they won't tell him who took Tharn.

Three months later Phaya's wedding with Viphavadi has been called off. She was angry when he told her he likes men and had slept with one. His dad cut him off when he found out but Phaya didn't care. He only wants Tharn back. Phaya stayed at the monastery for three months. He kept swimming in the river trying to find the entrance to the underwater world that he's seen in his dreams but he can't find it. His family and Tharn's family fear he's going to drown and ask him to stop but he doesn't care and won't stop. He asks Ticharuj for help and he agrees to but doesn't have the urgency Phaya has.

Phaya is sitting on a car hood drinking thinking about how there's no trace of Tharn and how he may never see him again. He's on the verge of crying when he hears Tharn calling his name. He thinks it's his imagination. But Tharn is standing with his hands on his hips and saying he's been calling out forever.

Tharn spent his three days talking to Vanvisa who was pregnant. Telling her to take care of herself and the child. After three days of underwater world time, he returned to find Phaya distracted. He didn't understand why Phaya wasn't excited to see him and was standing like a statue. Phaya comes out of his daze and grabs onto Tharn and holds him tighter than ever before. Tharn tries to get free but he can't. He doesn't understand why Phaya isn't happy to see him.

Phaya kisses him until his lips bleed and then hugs him tight again. Tharn asks what the hell? I've only been gone three days? Phaya screams THREE DAYS? Tharn nods nervously and says right he was in the underwater world for three days. Phaya tells him he's been missing for three months. Tharn laughs nervously and says three months? He thinks how worried everyone was and that how dead he's going to be.

Phaya picks him up and takes him to the car and starts pulling at his pants. Tharn tells him to take it easy. They tell each other I love you. Phaya marks Tharn all over his body. Tharn is glad no one catches them in action. When they are done, Phaya has Tharn explain what happened. At the end, Phaya tells him if he ever does anything without telling him again he'll kill Tharn. Tharn feels so guilty he agrees to all of Phaya's demands. He ends by telling Tharn to never leave him again and then kissing his forehead. Tharn thinks that he never would have gone if he'd known that the time wasn't synchronized.

Phaya wants to have sex again and Tharn says he can do it as much as Phaya loves him. His hip aches the next morning and he had a fever for a week after.

#the sign the series #the sign book #the sign book spoilers #honestly if they do this in the show i might tear out my hair

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obsidiancreates · 1 year

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I meant to ask about the Rise turtles themselves reactions to 2012 turtles murderous instincts? I'm sorry for sending the same ask twice.

Complete disbelief as they process it. Sure, these alternate versions of themselves have a lot of differences, but there were a lot of similarities too, right? They're the same person at their cores, in all the ways that matter, so-so they can't be capable of just deciding someone is going to die and going through with it, right? They can't, because The Rise Boys can't imagine that, can't imagine looking at another living, breathing being, as vile as it may be, and choosing to be the reason it stop existing, in any way, forever.

"H-hey." Leon grabs Leo's arm. "What was that?" And Leo is confused. And casual. What does Leon mean? Oh, that failed defensive maneuver halfway through? Yeah he landed on his ankle funny- no? Oh, the kill shot? The bad guy went for a shot at Mikey's head. It's them or Leo's family, he knows what that comes down to. What it always comes down to. He knows it too well. And whenever it comes down to that, Leo also knows what he's not just willing to do, but in order to not lose anyone else, what he has to do. Leo walks away, and Leon is left speechless.

"Listen little me," Raphie starts, "I know you're still working on those anger issues and urges, so you probably just got a little lost in them during the fight, right? I can-" But no, Raph says. He doesn't let that happen anymore, not in serious fights. He loses control then, and gets sloppy, and how can he make sure the thing trying to kill his brothers dies first if he can't even aim right through the rage? Yeah, of course he had that in mind, he doesn't start fights with intent to kill but he always knows it could get to that point. He'd do anything to protect his family, and as long as the day ends with Mikey being annoying and Donnie being irritating and Leo being overbearing, he'll sleep on the battle decisions he makes like nothing went wrong.

"So you... don't mind close-quarters lethality," Donald starts off with, "It's interesting, I um, have never actually been allowed to go through with it myself-" And Donnie looks at him like he's the one who tried to drive a blade through someone/thing's skull, looking the villain right in the eyes as he went for the kill. And he says he's done it plenty of times now, not always to a truly self-aware creature granted, he's not sure if Creepweed was aware while he killed it with that weed killer- sorry, he's rambling again. You can't be sure they're actually dead if you're not right there, close up, watching the life leave. And then what? It'll come back, because you failed to get rid of it, and it'll hurt people again? It'll hurt your family again? They learned that lesson already, more than once. Sometimes the dead thing even gets back up. You just have to keep at it until it doesn't anymore.

"You can't just kill people," Angelo says, staring, trying to analyze how his counterpart is feeling, but the casual walk and the happy humming don't make sense with what he just saw. "You don't just kill the bad guys, right?" And Mikey shrugs and says well, sometimes. He once ate a pizza-man from the inside to save his family, though that may or may not have been a dream. He'd do it again, though. And when Angelo asks him how he can live with that, Mikey says that the first time he decided, not in a panic, to go for the kill, it was because his terrible ex-friend Bradford had knocked Donnie out and was about to kill him. And Mikey just decided, without hesitation, that he'd live with whatever came after if Bradford had to die for Donnie to be okay, and he'd tried to drive a blade through the top of Bradford's skull. And he says it the same way he'd describe playing poker with Ice Cream Kitty, or anything else that wasn't a kid having to choose murder to protect his brother. And then he says sometimes it's the only way to make things stop. Leo doesn't want them killing anyone, Mikey says, after he had to kill Shredder he tries his best to jump for the kill before nay of them have to. Mikey thinks it haunts him, and he wishes Leo would let one of them do it instead so he doesn't have to carry another burden like that.

And Leon thinks about if they could have physically defeated The Krang, about what they did to Raphie, what they tried to do to the rest of them, and he realizes with a pit of dread and horror that he understands what Leo means.

And Raphie thinks a lot about what Raph said, and how easily he took the idea of killing as long as it meant his families safety, and he feels a squirmy feeling in his stomach at the idea and he feels sick just entertaining it, but he also thinks... he could be pushed to that. He doesn't know if he'd be able to sleep easy after, like Raph said he would, but he knows he can't lose his little brothers. Ever.

Donald looks at some of his blueprints, his missiles and guns and weaponry. He thinks about his ninpo. He's never been afraid of lethality, not as a concept. But Donnie said he needs to be close. To watch. To make sure. And Donald imagine looking one of the villains they know in the eyes, and watching the life leave their eyes as they die, being close enough to see the actual killing wound... his whole body shudders, and he turns the blueprints over so he can't see them anymore. It's suddenly a lot less of a game, a shine. It's suddenly a lot more real. Something that once was, now nothing, at his hand, as he waited there to ensure it will never be again. And the concept has lost it's luster.

Angelo watches his weapon crackle with fire. It's warm, and inviting, casting a cozy and playful glow around the room. That's how he's always seen himself, even when he's angry or when he's hurt. But he realizes fire also burns, and destroys, and turns things to ashes that crumble in the wind and leave no trace but a black smudge against whatever manages to survive. That's what Mikey is capable of. Playful and warm glows, and easy-going obliteration, if someone starts playing with the fire like it's all Fun and no Fury. He tries to dig down and find something like that in himself. Could he make a split-second decision like that and not be left reeling after? Could he make the choice "I'm going to kill someone," and actually do it, or at least seriously try to, and not be left panicking about his own identity and morality and who he is? He doesn't know, it's impossible to know unless it actually happens, and he wipes his eyes at the very idea. He hadn't had time to consider killing The Krang when it all happened, he'd just had to focus on getting through the next event. It was Find Raph, then it was Get Donnie To The Controls, then it was-

He doesn't know what exactly that sky-fight with The Krang was. He didn't think about killing it, but he didn't think about how to fight without killing it either. They were all just running on Get It Gone and Make It Out.

And when that didn't work he just focused on Get Leo Back. He saw The Krang coming for the portal and didn't think "He needs to die for what he did." He just thought "I can't let him make it through," and winked and closed the portal. Would it have been different if The Krang had been closer? Would he have been willing to close it when the Krang was partway through, portal-chopping a real being into halves? He feels ill thinking about it, and he doesn't know what he would have chosen in that moment. He has no idea.

The 2012 Boys pull back a little when they realize how much it impacted their younger counterparts. But they also, in a silent group agreement none of them even know they made, decide that means the younger turtles should never have to learn if they share this capacity for killing. If that means throwing themselves into a little more danger, if that means being overprotective, if that means risking losing the trust or respect of the others... so be it.

Kids shouldn't have to know what they're willing to kill over. Kids shouldn't have to know how they handle the aftermath of ending someone's life. Kids shouldn't be in that situation in the first place.

They've already had to find out.

Maybe their counterparts don't.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt crossover

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what do you think really happened in the bathrooms before laurent got damen whipped in cp? we know damen is an unreliable narrator and that laurent also can’t be completely trusted.

because the way damen described it in the moment (and later chapters too) , it seemed like he got aroused and paused his hands where he shouldn’t have:

“He had now progressed far enough in his undertaking that he encountered curves… “He looked down, and the wash cloth slowed”

“I promise you, Govart did a great deal more than simply enjoy the view.”

but then a couple chapters latter laurent says stuff like:

“Your style of grabbing your partner and kicking their legs open does stand out in the memory”

“I recall you being free with your own hands, not so very long ago”

so… what do you think happened? i love reading your opinions!

Oh this is something I have mused on before! Thanks so much for the ask and for saying you love to read my opinions.

As always, I want to preface my analysis by saying, textual analysis is down to personal interpretations, and it's really okay to disagree.

So let's unpick the entire scene!

I'm really sorry, this is going to be...very long 🤦🏽‍♀️

I'm going to go a bit further with this to begin with, to think about why Laurent actually engineered this scene.

Laurent is at this moment in a huge state of anger and pain. His need for revenge is burning deeply within him. He can be dangerously volatile, and deadly with it, and I think the fact that he is being forced to suppress any emotional reactions to this horrible act of psychological cruelty on the part of the Regent (the sending of Damen to him as a slave), is making things worse (like pressure building up and up, until the force of the explosion becomes lethal).

This is what Laurent says in Ch 14 of PG about his treatment of Damen in CP, at Arles:

Laurent was so angry at Arles, he can't find the right word to describe the intensity of it? Or perhaps it was also fear and the need for revenge and hurt and pain all intermingled with anger, which there is no word for? Either way he was incendiary with pure fury.

Quick recap: Previously to the scene in the baths, Laurent tried to have Damen raped in the ring by Govart, drugging him with chalis. But Damen won, and refused to rape Nicaise, a moment that confuses Laurent. Not only this, but the Regent explicitly told him not to hurt Damen as a form of keeping peace with Akielos and so Laurent waits six days until the Regent has gone to Chastillon to hunt boar, for them to be "alone".

I think it's a fairly well-known issue to readers and fans, that the reasoning for all this was surely grounded in Laurent's own sexual abuse and trauma and the need to inflict revenge on the man he blames on causing it by proxy (with the death of Auguste, there was no-one to protect him from the Regent). This doesn't make it right, but it provides us with a reason.

It is also clear that at this point in the novel, Laurent very much wants to prove that Damen is immoral and monstrous and that Laurent needs something concrete to happen, to be able to hurt him. Thus he conceives this plan.

The conversation between Damen and Laurent in this scene, literally makes me flinch. Laurent is so deadly and sharp in it:

Oh my god, the sentence "Laurent smiled" makes me so uneasy!

It is, of course, really pertinent that Laurent brings up Damen's refusal to rape Nicaise. That was a little crack in the way Laurent has constructed Damen in his head, as a brutish, thuggish aggressor (a Govart wrapped up in nicer packaging); a mindless killer; a monster.

I think Damen's first big mistake is getting pulled into this verbal knife fight, when he says "I'm quite cultured. Before I rape anyone I check to see if their voice has broken". Damen only said that to match Laurent- it's a riposte, meant as a sharp, sarcastic rejoinder, but I'm not sure that that's what Laurent hears. I think he would think as he smiled : 'ah, now Damianos, who thinks he is so honourable and clever, is starting to show the truth of himself'. It's really not a typically Damen thing to say. Laurent is succeeding in dragging him down off his moral high horse, and he's enjoying it.

The next thing Laurent does is equate killing with a sword to rape. This is a really common analogy, as swords and knives can be seen as phallic symbols. You'll see this interpretation in literary analysis and in psychological analysis of crimes and homicides, where the penetration of the body through stabbing via a knife or sword, is seen as a substitute sexual crime. I believe this is also Laurent's way of dragging Damen off of the moral high ground he was on, when he refused Audin's offer of Nicaise. Ok you won't rape a child. You're a murderer though, which is just as bad as a rapist. And let's see just how 'honourable' you are, shall we?

Additionally, I think Laurent is delighting in torturing Damen verbally, especially with the psychological stress it is causing Damen to talk of Marlas, veering him perilously close to 'discovery' each time.

The next part is very much about Laurent constructing a narrative about Damen in his head, as he paints a picture of Damen's psychology which makes him out to be a violent, pugnacious sadist.

I find that "new voice" of Damen's really interesting. I actually think no-one has ever spoken to Damen like this before? When would he have been so insulted and vilified, to his face? Also, I mean...Damen is a warrior par excellence, practically a demi-god, you'd have to be stupid to try and "goad" him into fighting you out of anger?

When someone does vilify you, it brings out a new facet of your personality. An angrier, vicious side to you. You know...just like the one that Laurent discovered in himself when the Regent villified him...(ahem, cough, parallels).

Now here comes the really interesting part.

What is Laurent thinking? He's filled with "dislike" but he's also "assessing" Damen, taking the moment to evaluate him. Moments before, Damen had weighed up the options of killing Laurent in the baths and had dismissed it. It would only lead to his own death. Damen acknowledges some men would be reckless and just "wring" Laurent's "neck", for the pleasure of it. A Govart type, for instance. Laurent took a gamble that Damen wouldn't (directly contradicting the way Laurent says Damen is stupid and mindlessly violent!), and he's "self-satisfied", a little smug and pleased with himself over the fact that he was right. Damen had expected "bravado" i.e. that Laurent would be scared, and would be trying to intimidate Damen as a consequence. Damen is yet to learn that being alone with Laurent is a dangerous thing (he realises this by chapter 7!). I think Laurent is also feeling self-satisfied, because he's waiting for the next stage of this set-up to begin.

Laurent's figured out that Damen finds him attractive already. Everyone finds him attractive, anyway. And so he's going to use his body and his looks as bait. If he can goad Damen into trying to assault or rape him, he will have every justifiable excuse to execute him or flog him to death...

Laurent makes Damen uncomfortable, by making him strip and undress him. It's a weird pantomine of lovers, undressing in front of each other or undressing each other. More importantly, it's what bed-slaves would routinely do for Damen, so they'd be standing nude before each other as a prelude to sexual acts in Akielos. That's what Laurent is banking on the atmosphere feeling like. It works too- Damen can't get his head around it; familiar patterns in an unfamiliar context.

Also, I just want to say how Laurent must have been very scared in this moment. He is very very good at hiding and suppressing his fear, dont get me wrong, but no-one would have ever seen his body naked like this as an adult, apart from Damen in this moment. No-one has probably touched his naked body since...well.

Damen gets pretty overwhelmed by the beauty of Laurent's body. The "flinty dislike" only stops him from probably grinning and openly drinking it all in with appreciation. Because he's certainly very complimentary in his head.

Sidebar: he's comparing Laurent's body for this kind of thing right?

Anyway forging ahead….

The next stage, is touching.

This is where Damen gets into real difficulties.

What I said earlier, regarding familiar patterns in Damen's mind, that, plus the heat of the baths, plus the intimacy of washing Laurent's body i.e. running his hands all over him, starts to get to him:

And..Damen, who has had his sexual desires catered to always in Akielos, who is a very sexual being in terms of his nature, cannot help but start to have very recent memories come back to him. He doesn't act on them quite yet though.

But that does happen in the next few moments:

So my interpretation of the "curves" Damen encounters, is Laurent's erm callipygian assets:

Now...this is very, very intimate. To wash someone's private parts. I do think Laurent had him start at his back, not his front also, deliberately, as he is trying to provoke him.

And Damen rises to the bait and does not act well. I think to him, it feels very sexual to be touching Laurent in his way, as Laurent intended, in a significant erogenous zone ...the place where he would....take him. The soap probably feels a little like lubricant. And Damen slows down, clearly looking. There's no textual evidence he does more than simply slow down, but stopping/pausing could be plausible.

That's Damen's second mistake. If he had stuck to practically and briskly washing Laurent, there would be no issue.

Laurent, of course, picks up on this flare of arousal...and Damen runs his mouth again with: "Too late, sweetheart".

I get a very strong feeling that this is part of the arrogance Laurent found unbearable in Damen from the start. He's been chained up as a slave and yet is still so big and strong, so good at fighting, so good at everything princely, so naturally charming and likeable (think of how Jord starts to warm to him pretty damn quickly!), that he doesn't ever seem weak, physically or emotionally. Damen sort of has still retained an air of 'nothing can really hurt me or scare me or get to me' and 'I'll obey you but we both know that's laughable really", that must really be pissing Laurent off. He's not seeing that Laurent is truly a danger to him. I think Laurent actually doesn't mind being underestimated by other people necessarily, as it probably fits into his plotting and planning e.g. Torveld not seeing how dangerous he is, for example, or no-one knowing how good a swordsman he is but his own guard, but it really angers him when it's from Damen. The "sweetheart" thing too, is Damen going from the start of the novel, what you think you have power over me? Please. So bringing that up again...is Damen's way of bucking against this control Laurent is trying to exert over him.

Trouble is, Laurent is really really furious now.

The third mistake Damen makes is catching Laurent before his blow can connect, and holding his wrist. From Damen's perspective, he just doesn't really fancy getting hit again in a way that would split his lip open. I think it's possible that he doesn't really think slowing his hands down for a few moments when he was ordered to wash Laurent's naked body is that big of a deal (this is highly debatable to readers!). He doesn't stop to think as to how this comes across to Laurent, and obviously is unaware of his trauma:

Damen is stronger, physically, than Laurent. When Laurent tries to free himself with the "little spasming motion" Damen doesn't let him go. If he was trying to get free, that really must have sent some suppressed part of Laurent into a panic. Or, alternatively, Laurent deliberately didn’t use his whole strength, just enough to signal ‘let go’ as a test to see if Damen would. Which Damen failed. Was that test completely fair under the circumstances? Possibly not? Depends on your perspective, especially with what Laurent did to Damen only the previous week.

Then Damen eyes him up, looking at Laurent's naked body, and his genitals. It's nothing Damen didn't see before, but there’s seeing and there’s looking and this would be both threatening and enraging to Laurent. When Damen feels the "tension hit Laurent's body", this is on the same spectrum as the tension that Laurent feels when he has sex with Damen later in the trilogy, (though different in form as it was consensual). Laurent’s history of abuse and his trauma are locking the muscles of his body up tightly (definitely extreme anxiety), because situations like this take him to the horrific, tragic, child abuse in his part.

Sidebar: Sorry if this is meandering, but bear with me. Akielos is a militaristic and patriarchal society, very obviously, with deeply embedded views of honour (Vere is also patriarchal, but a little less so, I mean there are no female kyroi but there is Lady Vannes who has a high political position). Women don't fight; men do. Had there been a woman in front of Damen, he never would have raised a finger to her, or held her wrist to keep her still etc.,- it's why Adrastus sends in a female slave to bathe Damen at the start of Captive Prince. Damen prefers women as lovers, we know, and Pacat has said in her 'dvd' commentaries, in the one from Ch 9 of CP, that he treats sex and all his lovers with respect. If you've never read them before, you can find them on tumblr and the bold text is Pacat's own commentary on her work:

Essentially I'm saying, I don't think that Damen abuses his lovers in any manner or would ever do what he's doing here in the baths, holding them in place. Pacat has constructed Damen as a considerate lover; this situation is very much one of strange, tense complexity.

Damen is bisexual and sees (a small selection of, mostly blond) men as attractive too, and has had them as lovers, but I think in terms of Akielon thinking and Damen's thinking, men are men. They are people you can beat or who can beat you fairly in a physical fight, and if you put yourself in that sort of situation with him (a show of physical strength/a fight, where one might win out) well, take the consequences. I think that, sadly, Damen doesn't get how this comes across like the precursor to assault to Laurent. Well, not yet.

The next moment is very interesting.

Laurent reminds him of it and says "But my voice has broken. That was the only prerequisite, wasn't it?"

What did Laurent think Damen would say or do in response to that? If Damen was a rapist, he would have just forged ahead anyway. It would not have taken much for a man of Damen's strength and size to overpower most people, including Laurent.

Instead, Damen reacts as if "burned", suddenly realising how it all comes across, and in that moment, that beat of time afterwards, I think that enrages Laurent even more. That there was space in his response for Damen to actually not be a rapist…

Because Damianos, the prince-killer, the murderer of Auguste, the destroyer of Laurent's life, was supposed to really show who he was, and Damianos did slow his hands when he shouldn't have on Laurent's body, and he did hold Laurent in place, against his will, like he was pinning Laurent down, and that's enough, he showed he is a monster, even if it wasn't quite to the extent that Laurent wanted him to, but it's enough, it's enough to prove it and now Damianos is recoiling with horror, as if he's innocent (could he not have meant to...no, Laurent knew what he wanted, it's what they all want)?

Laurent's anger explodes in this moment and with it unleashed, the flogging ensues. And I genuinely think the fact that Damen recoiled makes Laurent more angry rather than less, because maybe he sees it as dissembling but also because it might mean he's wrong about Damen and Laurent literally cannot deal with it and needs overwhelming anger to flood over that uncertainty, to obliterate it.

Now, let's get to the final part of your ask: Damen as an unreliable narrator and why Laurent seems to remember things differently.

Unreliable narration is more often seen with first person. The trilogy is told via third person narration, told mostly limited to Damen's perspective. It does range a round a little, as CP starts with Guion's, and twice, there are chapters/scenes from Laurent's perspective too (in the cell with Govart and when he frees Jokaste).

Third person limited perspective often does literally 'limit' what we know, through the eyes of that character, which is what we get with Damen. He is in a foreign land, has to keep his identity a secret lest he be killed, has been thrust into the midst of complex Veretian politics which he doesn't understand...it would offer us no tension or suspense whatsoever, if we didn't see Damen slowly come to realisations and conclusions as the text went on. He has some internal biases, of course (especially against Vere and Laurent to start) and character traits which means he sees things in certain ways (the way, at first, his mind thinks in 'straight lines', his inability to connect the dots around the Regent's abuse of Laurent). That is where some measure of 'unreliability' comes from, from perspective. But actually it's all part of his character growth and the slow unfolding of the truth, across all three novels. And some aspects of it actually form dramatic irony. We figure some things out way before Damen does! We can see his biases as part of the narrative. That's all intentional by Pacat, obviously.

Now, to truly connect with a character, readers have to believe in them. The reader has to trust that they are acting like themselves. That there is internal consistency.

Do we feel we can trust Damen to tell us the action of a scene accurately?

I do.

Because if you don't take what he says as given in this scene, then, in my view, you would have to assume he is only pretending to be honourable throughout the entire series.

If we thought that, it would undermine the integrity of the entire text and the love story between him and Laurent.

Damen's blind spots are around his own emotions and his pain, which he often refuses to acknowledge. For me, it elicits a range of responses from cute (huffily getting jealous, like when Torveld is around Laurent), to a sort of endearing 'really Damen??' (when he always thinks he didn't nearly die e.g. the flogging and Kastor stabbing him, and he definitely nearly did- Damen-'I'll just walk it off' of-Akielos) to really sad (all of his trauma around his father's death and the betrayal of Kastor).

I don't think he would blank out on groping Laurent or kicking his legs apart.

So this is what Laurent says at first:

Damen is embarrassed and flushes here, and internally, freely admits that yes, he was "unequivocally", or unambiguously, too free with his hands and he knows what he did was wrong, even if he wants to deny it. I think if anyone were to feel some doubt over Damen telling the truth, this shows Damen is reliably telling us what happens, as he is honest with himself, and knows there is no doubt he did act as Laurent says he did. It's not the same as Govart's rape of Erasmus, and he defends himself there, but he knows he was wrong.

Next there's this part, much later, nearing the end of the CP:

Damen's ego when it comes to sex (by all accounts well-justified, but still 😂) means he has to fling out a sexy little riposte again. Laurent does NOT like Damen acting as if a) they could freely have sex and b) that Damen's good in bed and would sexually satisfy him in a memorable way (not yet at least 🌚).

But...fascinatingly, this is the first time I have noticed how long it takes quick, sharp Laurent to respond! "Eventually", suggests a long moment! I think it sort of annoyed but also flummoxed Laurent, because the seeds of his attraction to Damen have begun to start to grow?

I mean, it took Laurent a while to get his answer and what Laurent says is, 'oh yeah like you'd be good in bed you barbarian, the only thing memorable about you to your partners is going to be rough and non-consensual handling’ which is horribly insulting but maybe not quite as definitive as 'I'd rather die than lie with rutting rapey Akielon swine' which (some variation of) really was an option! This is still really denigrating, but not that bad for CP Laurent? Maybe I’m being too impatient for the ship that is Lamen to set sail though!

There are a tonne of ways to interpret this, so I could be wrong but it does remind a bit of when Laurent's eyes narrow when Damen says "nice accent" when Laurent speaks Akielon in PG- like again, Laurent's not actually being his most lethal self, but is kind of recognising that Damen is being a bit Damen-y with him and is kind of being like 'excuse me?' but for Laurent that's actually mild? I mean by the time we get to that moment in PG, they're far closer, but I'm just saying I see a glimmer of that same emotion here?

Because when Damen says "That isn't-" and stops, I think he's about to say, "That isn't what happened, and you know it isn't." Laurent is deliberately embellishing to irritate him (and why Laurent says “kicking their legs open” specifically…I feel like is from what he’s seen happen in the ring before? I don’t think he’d casually bring up a factor of his own abuse like that? I don’t think so. Or I really hope not 😔). Damen doesn't have to finish his sentence though, because actually he knows Laurent knows that, and is just trying to provoke or anger him, so there's no point. Damen's insight into Laurent really is pretty good by the end of CP.

And that's it! We finally come to an end. I hope that answered your question in a way that feels satisfactory, and let's remember- my word isn't law, so anyone reading this is free to disagree! ✨

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• ORPHAN SERIES •

TEASER

🎬genre: reverse harem, romance, supernatural! au, modern!au, orphans enha!

🖋️word count: 2.7k

🌹pairing: enha x fem! reader

November 7th, 20**

You took a quick look at the calendar displayed on the walls of the busy restaurant in front of you, realising that it has been a few months now that you still haven't found a job after graduating. Barely supporting yourself with a piece of bread and a little cash on the table in front of you.

It's impossible to live if this continues.

How did this even happen? You were doing all just fine all this time and well with your step-family, them being all so kind and caring to you, and even are willing to still support you after college, how did it even turn out this way?

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at the bright screen of your phone revealing the list of numbers, pondering on who should you call; should it be your friend? You shook your head, you possibly can't ask for her help when she too was having a hard time with her life and a share of her problems, and even if her life was good — you still don't wanna trouble her.

You scrolled through the list a bit more, and there it shows your ex-boyfriend's number. Scoffing at yourself for not even deleting it yet, even when he already dumped you for another girl with whom he had cheated with while in a relationship with you. If there's anything you could define him, that is 'shameless' and ‘trash’.

Well at least, the trash threw themselves out. Fuck him, you won’t waste anymore of your time crying over a piece of trash.

Another scroll here and there, your biological mother's number appeared. The one who had appeared in front of your house, admitting that you both were related and that she regrets letting you go. Resting your cheeks on your hand, you weren't sure whether you should trust her on that though, but she sure looks guilty as hell even when you nonchalantly told her it doesn't matter now and that you two should live your lives separately since it was already that way since the beginning.

Maybe, just maybe, you should call her?

You stood across the street, watching as people went on their ways and vehicles passing by. The phone is still in your hand, and your biological mother's number is displayed in front of the screen. Just one time won’t hurt, right? You pressed your lips tight as you almost bring your thumb to tap on her number before suddenly the loud siren of the ambulance and a plenty of others passed by shook you, making you dropped your phone on the ground.

You cursed silently, bending down to pick up your phone back but then something caught your eye; a somewhat old vintage poster laying across the ground from you. Straightening your posture back, you waited because someone suddenly stood on it.

Sighing through your nose as they finally left for what seem like an eternity, you picked the old dusty poster from the ground, the musty smell of it hitting your nose, and there a long paragraph of message was written on it.

It was actually a job offer to work in an orphanage, and the first thing you did when you read it was, you scoffed. Orphanage? You might as well die. Kids for you, are equivalent to demons and just standing closer to them is like the same as being close to an endless erupting volcano. But really, do you still have any other choice in this situation?

You pouted as you pondered for a moment, of whether you should take the offer and go to the orphanage. But another part of you was sceptical that it might just be another petty scam, or in worse cases, a serial killer luring in stupid victims, like you.

And again do you really have any choice? Either way, you’d still be dead so why just don’t go for it and see? If it’s true, then you’re lucky — and if it’s truly a serial killer, then you’ll gladly accept your death.

—

Your mouth hangs low enough for an insect to fly in through as a big old-looking mansion was represented in front of you in this vast isolated field. For a moment, you thought you were really going into a killer’s nest when the driveway was slightly overgrown with the grasses, and the cab’s driver asking you what you could be doing in a weird place like this which you simply answered with,

“If I die, I'll die.”

Jokes on you, you’re about to shit yourselves anytime now because of how creepy and abandoned the mansion looks. You were contemplating whether to go inside or not as there was not even a soul around this place, completely contradicting the claim of ‘well-organised and safe shelter for kids’ written on the poster in your hands now.

Knitting your eyebrows as you read through the paragraph once more, searching for something you might've missed in the first place and then your eyes spot something weird.

1908’ Dec 3th

Your jaw dropped so hard that you bring the paper closer to your eyes, reading through it once more. You’ve never seen the date before, so how could it be here? You swore there was no date below the paragraph when you first read it, you couldn't have miss a simple date written below it? Were you that dumb? Or were you forgetful enough while on the way here? Or again really dumb enough not to read it twice or thrice before you made the hasty decision to come over here?

“Shit..” you sighed exaggeratingly, facepalming yourself with your left hand and stomping the ground repeatedly as you can’t believe you were so dumb not to read it carefully, and that you actually got a job offer back in the 19th century. This place might as well be haunted now that you think about it. What a hassle, you’d definitely won’t be dead because of a random serial killer but because of a vengeful ghost possessing you. But the ghosts here probably won’t since that would mean they’re volunteering to take a dumb shell like you.

“Yeah, yeah.” shaking your head as you let out another exaggerated sigh, your eyes lazily looking up at the mansion again, staring at the windows for any possible entity, and probably beg it to rip your life away from you or perhaps bargain with it for any possible job offer, like being their maid or something.

Or just be a ghost, probably.

Letting out a small ‘tch’ as you can’t do anything now, might as well just go home and look for another job offer on the internet. You heard a low thunder from the distance, the sky is getting grey hinting that it’s going to rain soon and you definitely would never seek shelter in this possibly haunted mansion. Crinkling the poster in your hands deeming it useless now, you threw it carelessly on the ground.

You turn around facing the empty road, wanting to leave as soon as possible, and rest in your house’s comfort but then you halt your rushy steps, hearing something odd, something that shouldn’t be in a deserted place like this; a baby’s cries.

It instantly gives you chills, making your eyes widened. It couldn’t be? You knew this mansion was an orphanage, but it was clearly abandoned with all the tall grass against it, and the bushes and brambles up against the door and windows. You turned around facing the mansion once again, but to your surprise, the sound wasn’t coming from inside, but around you. It can’t be that it came from the field?

You swore you don’t wanna go there but it seems as if the baby’s cries were pulling you towards it, making you feel all sorts of emotions, like you wanna hold the baby and comfort it. It’s weird, you couldn’t care any less about babies before, heck you don’t even want to be around kids. But why? The baby’s cry sounds so painful and heart-wrenching, as if it has been alone this entire time, in this isolated green field. Your feet naturally brings itself across the grass with little flowers on it, and there it was, a brown basket laying just a bit farther than you.

Your breath hitched the moment your eyes laid on the baby swaddled in a light blue blanket, crying endlessly with its small hands clenching tightly, the sight made your heart clench in pain. You immediately carried the baby carefully in your arms, singing a soft lullaby to it as the baby’s cries gradually slowed down. The baby eventually slept, making you smile as to how adorable and small it looks.

But your smile falls as you realise just where this baby’s parents are? How could anyone have the capability to leave such a small child, especially in an isolated and creepy place like this? They don’t deserve to be called parents or even humans, you thought.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance as you suddenly spotted something from the basket, it was only then you noticed the black envelope under it. Huh? You bend down picking it up, staring at it for a few minutes wondering what could be written inside it, you pull the letter but just then you heard something from the distance again.

A cry, a baby's cry.

Instantly snapping your head to the direction from where it came from, raising your eyebrow in confusion.

What? Another one?

—

It has been a few days now, staying in the mansion, looking after these seven babies in the cribs in front of you. Yes, seven babies. You would really call yourself insane for even believing what was written on the letter you found from the basket.

—

“From Decelis Orphanage;

Congratulations, you are accepted into our private orphanage. We are delighted to say that you’re one of the few chosen ones and because of that, we highly believe in your abilities and capability in successfully completing each task given to you. Here, you will be assigned to the most important task of all; and that is to look after the orphans and care for them as you would to your own child. Please read the instructions carefully before you proceed,

Starting from now, letters will be randomly delivered to the mailbox outside the mansion for further instructions. Before we proceed with the rules, you must keep in mind that the orphans are in no way you would call a human. As absurd as it sounds, the fact that you were pulled into the babies' cries like a human to a siren proves that they had chosen you as their guardian. If you refuse to believe it, then you may chose to do so, however there will be consequences waiting for you which we won't be responsible for. For a year, you will act as their mother and are expected to look after their basic needs until they grow up, and rest assured, once you completed it — you will receive the rewards and now onto the rules you must strictly follow:

1) Carefully attend to their needs. They feed on energy, and in rare cases, solid foods. Do not give them anything other than what is stated.

2) Do not enter the room during the night for that was the time when they’re going through metamorphosis.

3) Please only refer to yourself as ‘mother’ whenever you are with them

4) Do not expose them to the outer world unless stated.

5) Do not form any further close bond with them after they reach the age of 14.

6) They do not have names, only call them by their respective numbers.

7) Leave before they reach the age of 19.

—

Why did you even believe it? Why? And what, a year? A fucking year? These babies will grow in a year? What in the actual fuck is that? What kind of nonsense is that? Even more so, non human babies? You are certified crazy.

You scoffed, then what are they? Demons? God, you really did just sign up for a free spot in afterlife. But you couldn't really refuse it for two reasons: first, the consequences that was written on the paper, at first you didn't even want to continue reading it but that word took your attention the most and you really don't wanna take the risk. And then two, the reward. You wonder what reward they could be saying, money? You hope so. You really hope it was money, raising kids won't be easy even if it only take one year to raise these non-human babies like they said.

"Fuck, let's just see if it's real."

You jolted in surprise when you suddenly heard a loud smash inside their room, quickly getting up on your feet worrying about any possible intruders, you immediately rushed in kicking the door open with a bat in your hands, ready to beat anyone to death with it. But what you saw made you blinked multiple times, unsure of what was going on inside the room.

Loud cries and rushy footsteps from the small toddler sitting on the floor, and 3 more others smashing the furniture to the ground.

“Did they really grow this fast?..” you were speechless as you observed the four who were previously a baby the night before. So the letter was true after all.

The room was filled with adorable laughter coming from the toddlers which definitely would put your heart in ease but the reality was nothing but different, yes they are adorable as hell but what they were doing right now was sure as hell not adorable at all, you let out a groan as you quickly pulled them away from the scattered pieces on the floor but instead they cried, annoying you even more. And the black-haired boy thrashing around in your caged arms like a maniac, was also not helping at all.

“Stop moving! Oh my god!”

Then you jolted in surprise when the blonde-haired toddler sneakily pinched your sides resulting in you accidentally letting the boy escape from your arms. You could only observe them with your jaw dropped, as they ran around the room, laughing adorably and playing with each other, kicking the scattered pieces on the ground. If you called them sleeping angels when they were babies, then right now a living baby demon is what you would call them.

You gave up and you instead walked over to the crying toddler on the floor — trying your best to comfort him while his tiny hands clenched your shirt.

“So cute..” you gently patted his head as he buried his face on your shoulder, sniffing slowly. You were surprised to see that he was more gentle and quieter than the others, he quickly fell asleep sucking his tiny finger. The sight made your heart jump because of how cute he looks, and now you wonder which one was he, and so you laid him on the crib and checked his arm and there you saw it,

62403

Oh, how you wanna just give him a full name because it would be awkward as hell to call him by a number when he finally grow up. If you could give him a name, you would but the rules forbids it and you really wonder why. The toddler shuffles, bringing your hand closer to his face, hugging it.

"He's so adorable.." you cooed, if he was this gentle as a toddler, then he would definitely be a gentleman once he grow up which is in a few months from now, and you can't wait for that.

You then turned to look at the three toddlers still playing, and one of them sticked their tongue at you making you scoffed, you wonder what kind of names would definitely suit those little demons too.

And it was just now, you noticed that the rest were still babies sleeping safe and sound on their respective cribs. You walked over to the baby you found first from the field, 101501.

For some reason, you felt more bond with the baby, and you were actually waiting, excited of what kind of boy he was going to grow up to — apparently wishing he would turn out to be gentle just like 62403. You stroked his rosy cheeks gently with a smile on your face as you slowly raise your eyes to look at the rest of the babies as well.

4 of them are now toddlers, and 3 are still babies.

So the letter you received a few days ago was true.

—

“In rare cases, they do not grow at the same pace. The delay of their growth can be up to 3 days or more, but this does not necessarily indicate that they would be weaker than those with faster growth.”

—

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-> ORPHAN SERIES: TEASER 2

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