#he killed a man who couldnt fight back

[adaelines]

wrote this whilst i was playing re4 bc i couldnt stop looking at leon's arms and everytime he kicked an enemy i wanted him on his KNEES warning for smut! afab reader but gender neutral, public sex, he goes down on you whilst youre hiding from enemies, careful he spits, dom leon who lives for making you feel good

Leon always was prettiest on his knees. 

Wide, gunmetal blue eyes staring up at you, so full of love and adoration it’s almost overwhelming. The position and expression alone tells you how much he loves you, how much he wants to be on his knees for you. Despite his strength, just how easy it would be for him to overpower you and switch your positions, he still wanted nothing more than to be knelt before you, worshipping his lover the way he felt they deserved to be worshipped. He'd spend hours between your thighs, hours making you feel good, no matter the situation.

It's how you found yourself here. In the upstairs of a rough, almost destroyed house. You could hear the cultists downstairs, hear them searching for you both, and if either of you so much as moved you were terrified that they'd be alerted to your position above them. And yet Leon just couldn't help himself, not when you'd spent the last hour fighting and relying on one another to stay alive. It always riled him up, always made his heart beat fast and drool form under his tongue. Nothing got to him the way you did when you fought, when you protected him and he was able to protect you. 

The moment you were both alone, even when you technically weren't with the cultists downstairs still looking for you, he was immediately on you like you were his prey, like he'd been hunting you for hours and could finally go in for the kill. You should have known, with his smug little grin and the way he stood ever so slightly closer to you than usual, that something was going to happen. You just never thought you'd end up here, back against an almost broken wooden wall, the oh so powerful Leon Kennedy on his knees in front of you, looking up at you as if you had put the sun and moon in his sky. 

"Leon," you hissed, teeth gritted tight and the hand in his hair gripping onto him, "Are you serious? Do you want to get us killed?"

"C'mon, sweet thing, as if this would be a bad place to die," Leon's voice was low, full of a rasp that could only come from his desire from you. 

"Oh, in a random village in Spain full of cultists? Real romantic, Kennedy."

"From down here, I can't think of a better place," The grin on his face was wide, full of mischief, and you couldn't miss the way his eyelids fluttered when you gently tugged on his locks, nor could he miss the soft smile that briefly appeared on your face at his words. 

With a quiet sigh, you leant your head back against the wall, biting your lip.

"Fine, but please… make it quick, Leon, I'll fuck you properly once we're out of here, I promise," His grin only widened at your words, his hands quickly coming up to shove your pants down just enough for his face to fit. He didn't have the patience to fully remove them, once he saw your underwear, he couldn't wait any longer to dig his face as far as it would go, as close as he could be to your weeping core. 

With his nose pressed against the wet spot on your underwear, he couldn't help but let out a low moan. His eyes were shut, eyebrows furrowed like he was truly enjoying himself. Just by being this close, feeling your heat and smelling your wetness, his hips bucked up in his kneeling position, hands holding your thighs so tightly you thought they might bruise. He always did love leaving proof of his love on you, bruises of his hand and fingerprints left wherever he could. 

When you could feel his nose against your clit, feel the way he mouthed at the wet spot in your underwear like he was a man starved, you had to quickly bring the hand that wasn't in his hair up to cover your mouth. You didn't want to let go of him, but you also couldn't let yourself make any noise. It wasn't fair that a simple touch felt so good, not when anything above a quiet whimper would get you both caught, get you both killed. Leon didn't seem to care though, the way his hands rushed to shove your underwear down to join your pants around your thighs, the devious grin on his face proving that he didn't plan on stopping or slowing down any time soon. 

The way that Leon's tongue felt on your clit almost killed you, the hand in his hair tightening enough for him to let out a low groan against you, the hands on your hips tightening. Your other hand was still clamped tight over your mouth, keeping any noise you almost made at bay. This didn't make Leon happy though, even with cultists downstairs, he wanted to hear you as much as he could. One of his hands moved to the underside of your thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder as much as it could against the stretch of your pants. His grip was tight, holding you against him as close as he could, as if he wanted to become one with you, wanted to suffocate against you. Maybe he was serious about dying here, just by you instead of the people currently trying to kill you.

His tongue was quick against you, flattened so he could swipe from your hole to your clit. He took moments to focus on each, suckling on your clit and shoving his tongue into your hole as deep as he could. Eyes open now, he couldn't look away from your expression. He wanted to see everything, see you desperately try to keep your voice down, see you come apart simply from his mouth. It was always a beautiful sight, one that Leon held dear, making you cum was his favourite thing and nothing felt as good as knowing you felt good.

Pulling away slowly, Leon made sure to keep eye contact as he spat on your clit, grinning as he slowly watched it dribble down your cunt, onto your hole. He used his tongue before it could go any further, fucking it into you as deep as he could reach. If he couldn't cum inside you, he would have to do with at least knowing his spit was as deep as it could go, shoved inside you with his tongue and fingers, which he quickly brought to your hole when he started sucking on your clit once more. It was overwhelming, fingers in your hole and tongue on your clit, the hand in his hair was gripping so tight you'd have to apologise later, but trying to stay quiet when a man like Leon was giving you this much attention was hard, and you needed to focus on something. He always loved it when you pulled his hair anyway, so you knew he wouldn't complain at the sharp ache that it left on his scalp, not when you'd sooth it over with gentle touches later.

His touch and tongue were brutal against you, so harsh and so much that you could swear he was trying to kill you. When you let out a whimper that was slightly too loud, he pulled away, eyes stern as he stared up at you.

"Make a noise and I won't let you finish," His voice was just as stern as his gaze, but undeniably full of his need for you. Raspy and low, desperate. "Won't let you finish for a whole week. Won't you be good for me, pretty thing?" 

You couldn't help but whine at his words, lower and quieter this time, and the grin he gave was downright devilish. He gently patted your thigh, as if praising a dog, and pressed a gentle kiss on your clit before going back to the rough abuse he was giving it earlier. It wasn't fair, it was so much, and you were so close. Your legs were shaking, back arched against the wood and you swore your face was starting to hurt with the way you clamped your hand over your mouth. It'd be hard to explain just how you got a hand shape bruise over your mouth, but you couldn't care ar all. Not when Leon's mouth was about to make you cum, obvious in the way you were almost spasming against his hold.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, come on… want you to cum for me now…" voice quiet, almost a whisper but so so loud in your mind, all you could focus on. It wasn't a request anymore, he was demanding, almost a threat that dared you to not listen. His tone was serious, the one he used when he wanted you to know he meant business, would punish you if you didn't obey.

It wasn't hard either, not when his assault on your cunt was so focused, not when he knew every way to make you feel good and easily took advantage of it, when the thigh resting on his shoulder was tight against his cheek, the hand in his hair tight. You came with a muffled moan, head threw back and willing yourself to not scream with just how overwhelming everything was, grinding against Leon's face, using it for your own pleasure as you finished. He helped you through the orgasm, fingers and tongue slowing but not stopping, and when you pushed his head away out of sensitivity, he pressed one last kiss to your clit and gave you another devious grin.

''That's it, pretty, you're doing so good for me...''

He would absolutely be doing this again, and you would absolutely be getting him back for it.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #god the things i would do to this man.

[mangosrar]

Tough guy Jasper.

pt2 of middle game!!

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

pt1 “middle game”

warnings: alottttt of angst, fighting, chris being a hero 🫶

"Hey nick whats up?". It was currently around 6.30pm on a friday night and Rue was getting ready for a party. Some influencer had invited her, Nick, Matt and Chris and each of them a plus one. Nick and Matt had decided against bringing anyone but, obviously Chris was bringing his girlfriend, Sophie, and Rue was bringing Jasper, her boyfriend of 4 months. How fun.

"I was just wondering if you needed Matt to pick you up later?" His voice rang through the speaker.

"Uh no its good Jaspers gonna drive us there" The girl internally screamed at the thought of Chris and Jasper being within a mile radious of eachother. Truth was, after Rue and Chris had confessed to being in love with eachother, they fooled around for a while before Chris miraculously decided he wasnt ready for a relationship. So naturally Rue did what she saw best fit: to get over one man, get under another, however the irony was, she was still getting under the guy she was trying to get over. Both of them were just as bad as eachother, proven so, when Chris had found out that his beloved Rue had moved on, obviously he had to do the same.

"Oh okay cool. I cant wait to see you, we havent seen you in like 2 weeks bro" Rue couldn’t help but scrunch her face up at the word. We. She wished she could be honest with her best friend but how was she supposed to say 'Nick youre so silly, its just you and matt i havent seen, i was actually getting my bones jumped by your brother last night behind my boyfriends back but snuck out this morning before anyone was up. See you at the party!!!'. She was doomed.

"Me too Nick, ive missed you so much" She wrapped up the conversation and carried on getting ready, but she couldn’t shake the overarching feeling of guilt. She was lying to everyone she loved. Well all but one.

7.30 pm rolled around fast and before she knew it she was waiting for Jasper to pull up. She felt and looked great. Clad in a skin tight dress that stopped just below her knees, white heels, and a perfect amount of clevage on show. Jasper will love this, but Chris would love it more. And just like he infiltrated her thoughts, he infiltrated her attention. Her phone chimed and she raced to check it.

Chris: Tough guy Jaspers coming huh?

Rue: Yes. Sophie?

Chris: Na something came up shes not coming. But you will be 🙃

Rue: Talkin about you "making me come" and your girlfriends name in the same sentence? player

Chris: You know it sweetheart. See you soon.

Asshole.

The party was heaving by the time they arrived. The smell of alcohol and weed heavy in the air. Nick had quickly found Rue and Jasper, Matt in tow, but Chris was nowhere to be seen.

"Wheres Chris?" She couldnt help but ask, curiosity killed the cat.

"Hes outside on the phone to Sophie, he'll be over in a sec" Matt replied shooting her a tight lipped smile. Rue was never really that close to Matt, sure they were freinds but not like how she was with Chris or Nick.

"Speak of the devil and he shall apear" Jasper muttered but it fell on deaf ears, hed said it quiet enough for only her to hear. Jasper was never really fond of Chris. Or anyone who came near his girlfriend really. He always said Chris was 'too friendly' or 'too handsy'. You dont know the half of it.

"Rue, long time no see" Chris pulled rue in for a hug. His hands rested just above her ass and he seperated himself from the girl with a toothy grin, she threw him a warning look saying 'carefull', he just moved his eyes to the left of her and let them land on Jasper.

"What up bro" Chris held his hand out for Jasper to take and he ignored him completely. Not even sparing him a glance.

"Jas dont be rude" She looked over to Jasper with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, after realising she had been staring at Chris this entire time. Jasper just scoffed and continued looking everywhere but Rue or her friends. Rue wanted the floor to open and swallow her up right there and then. Chris just raised his eyebrows and scoffed with a surprised smile turning to look at the poor girl. The look on his face told her everything his mouth didnt. Tough guy Jasper. Huh.

"Im gonna go get a drink ill be back in a sec" She didnt even wanna think about how awkward it would be after she walked away. Making a bee line for the kitchen island that was full of different drinks, she picked up the vodka, popped the lid off the bottle and started chugging. Ew.

The party was now well and truly under way and Rue was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Chris had been watching her all night, he was like a hunter watching its prey, ready to pounce any second. He had been watching Jasper put his hands all over Rue where his should be. He hated it. It was like torture. He just wanted to go over there and beat Jasper to a bloody pulp, but somehow he couldnt help but be angry at her. He couldnt understand why she was letting Jasper touch her like that when she knew Chris was watching.

There were drunk or high bodies dancing all over eachother, including Rue and Jasper. He was far too drunk for his girlfriends liking but she didnt care. Her back was flush to his chest and she was dancing on him like it was nobodys business. except Chris'. He was like a hawk. He sat across from where they were dancing, scowl on his face, smoking a blunt, man spreading in all his glory for her too see, and god did he look sexy. If it wasnt for the man behind her whispering how horny he was in her ear, she would have walked Chris out of that party and fucked him in the car. For a moment she considered it, but Jasper had other ideas.

He grabbed her arm and before she knew it they were in the hallway about to be lead up the stairs. The same stairs she had just been up with Chris about an hour ago. His face between her legs in some random bathroom, her hand slapped over her mouth.

"You like this dont you mh? Coming on my face while you’re boyfriend waits for you down stairs?" He tutted at her.

"I hope you dont kiss your girlfreind with that mouth" She breathed out in a strangled whine, as Chris dived back in, devouring her like a starved man. He didn’t even bother to respond, he just looked up at her and smirked.

Focus Rue.

She pulled back slightly stopping her boyfreind in his tracks.

"What are you doing?" Her voice slightly raised so he would hear you over the music. Jasper came closer to her grabbing her ass, moving his face down to her ear, planting kisses there.

"Come on baby i need you right now" He continued running his hands all over, despite rue trying to push him off.

"I dont want to Jasper. lets just wait until we get home" He was a man who could not be moved. He continued pulling her towards the stairs but she was having none of it.

"Jas come on" Rue struggled in his grip. He ignored her protests and carried on pulling her arm. His grip was unwavering and she was sure there would be bruises in the morning. Rue wasn’t weak by any means, but Jasper was much stronger than she was.

"Jasper stop it, youre hurting me" She was now panicked and stone cold sober, distress evident in her shaky voice, and desperately pulling against him but he was not letting up. He carried on pulling her through the hall way towards the stairs in a death grip.

She was helpless, the only thing running through her mind was how Chris would never do this. Chris. Chris. Chris.

CHRIS.

Before she could even protest Chris had lached his hands onto Jaspers shirt, roughly pulling him back, away from Rue. Jasper came stumbling back and it was like everything was suddenly going in slowmotion. The look on Chris' face spoke volumes, 'i’m going to tell him'. She kept her eyes on his, wordlessly begging not to say anything. But before she could even get a word in, Chris opened his mouth.

"She asked you to stop tough guy" His chest was heaving and he looked like he was about to rip Jaspers throat out. He protectively stood infront of the girl, putting a barrier between Rue and her boyfriend. People were now crowding around the two boys after hearing the commotion, waiting in anticipation.

"Chris please" She silently begged for him not to. He knew what she was asking but he didnt care.

"If i wanna fuck my girlfriend i will, you dont need to be so pissed just because she wont let you fuck her Chris" Jaspers words were slurred and he could barely stand straight. Chris had a shit eating grin on his face and Rue knew it was coming before it even happened, clasping her hands together, praying for some sort of relief from a god she had no right to beg for. Not with how far she had come.

"Oh but she does" Before Rue or Jasper could even get a word in Chris sent a searing punch straight at him, his fist connecting with Jaspers jaw, sending him flying onto his back, and in no time Chris was on top of him sending hit after hit.

Rue was yelling at Chris to stop, but he couldn't even hear her. He was like a man posessed, Relentless with his hits. Matt and Nick appeared from the living room after hearing all the comotion, but all they could see was her face. The look of pure horror so evident, they knew it was Chris and Jasper. Matt made his way through the crowd and pulled Chris off of Jasper. His nuckles were bloody and he stood there panting, looking down at his bloody handywork lying on the floor. Jasper was bleeding from everywhere. Rue stood speechless, her wide eyes jumping between the two boys, waiting for Chris to say or do anthing. At this point the tears were full force running down her face. Chris turned to her and his face softened at the sight of her weeping, it was like something had changed in his eyes but she couldnt figure out what.

"Rue..." It was like he was the only person in the room. How could he do this? How could he embaress her like this? His hand reached out to touch her arm but she pulled away from him and pushed past him, making sure to shove his shoulder with her own on the way out the front door.

"Victoria!" She heard someone yell after her and she was sure it was Matt, but she was too focused on getting as far away from Chris as she could.

She was so angry she felt sick. Chris had no right to do that. He had no right to interfere with her relationship like that. She wanted to wring his neck. She wanted to tell the whole world just how terrible he was, like he had just done to her.

What he didn’t understand was that she had the information to ruin his relationship and possibly his life. He embarrassed her and carved his name into her back, and she had a golden opportunity to destroy everything on a nuclear scale. Why wouldn’t she use it? The truth was she knew there were two ways to end a war. Going nuclear or just simply walking away. She wouldn’t gain anything by shooting him down or drawing a knife straight through the heart of his ego. It didn’t make her life any better. And this hit for hit thing they've had going on these past few months, was lasting a little too long for Rues liking.

nothing better than seeing a man w bloody knuckles 😛😛😛😛😛😛

@christinarowie332 @sturniolostvrs @kitaysworld @urmyslxt @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @sturnphilia @cupidtoast @lividnity @sukiwaterhousestan @freshlovehacker @deatthmatch @fandomhopped

#mango talks #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo imagine #original character #fresh love #halloween

[lonelypep]

hi tumblr

ive been rewatching gravity falls and i thought it would be funny to recap certain events in the show with no context whatsoever

-dipper sings dancing queen by abba with a mutant bear he was about to kill.

-stan, a man in his 60-70s, lectures a child on how to formulate an evil plan. (the child is 4 years old, stans rival, and having a mental breakdown because stan's granchildren are in his armpits)

-dipper gets literally mauled by a wolf and decides its better than going to his sister's sleepover.

-larry king gets decapitated.

-kids break in to a convenience store where one of them gets high out of her mind on cheap illegal ice cream (normal tuesday for these kids)

-kids find out about the 8th and a half president: who made the first all-baby supreme court.

-grunkle stan wins the football bowl. he taught the footballers and their gloating friends a lesson. he wins a football winning trophy, and a beautiful woman aptly named beautiful woman. but he couldnt have done it, any of it, without his sidekick footbot.

-soos is canonically afraid of british dog men. hes so real for that honestly.

-ARE YOU SICK OF PILES OF OWLS CONSTANTLY BLOCKING YOUR DRIVEWAY?! WELL THEN YOU GOTTA GET OWL TROWEL

-youre laughing. people are sick of piles of owls constantly blocking their driveway and youre laughing.

-the only on screen character death, with the exception of bill, is that of big henry, who sacrificed himself by taking a golf ball to the other side of the mine. the protagonists never learn this.

-soos turns into clay and starts breaking the laws of the universe. so stan kills him with a radio.

-two kids travel back in time and crush toby's musical theatre dreams.

-"dudebro" became a mainstay in my regular vocabulary for two years because of this show.

-grunkle stan teaches a bear how to drive. he almost gets arrested in this episode. not for teaching a bear how to drive but because of tax fraud.

-soos' stomach emits whale noises.

-mcgucket has apparently exploded an entire downtown city because his pal earnie didn't come to his retirement party. justified tbh

-stan starts booing some little kids because they told their grandpa they loved him

-let me just set the scene for a sec here: its 2016. its a beautiful summer day, where the hazy nostalgia of a music festival fills your eyes, your ears, and the uneasy excitement of love in the hot summer air makes every second better than the last. suddenly, a gigantic flaming head of a man saying "i eat kids" descends upon you from the sky. the graphic horror is something youll never forget. the grotesque image of people in terror at this gargantuan mass of flaming flesh. it burns into your eyes. is this it for you? you see a child, clueless to the situation, ask his mother his final words: is the giant flaming head going to eat us? she says yes. as it consumes you, you cry a single tear. im done being dramatic but this did happen

-beautiful men eat out of stan's trash (this apparently happens consistently)

-youre laughing. darn beautiful men are always eating out of his trash and youre laughing.

-stan strips on public television.

-gourney gets eaten by a halloween monster. he is only freed when soos eats the monnster.

-the gravity falls universe has a public television program where babies fight each other.

-grunkle stan tries to burn aforementioned four year old nemesis alive.

-ok not really but he tries to blind him at least which is still pretty bad.

-grunkle stan tries to steal an animatronic badger

-mabeland has a government entirely run by mabel. this makes mabel an autocratic fascist. sorry i dont make the rules.

-soos' mom turns into a chair.

-theres a character named toot toot mc bumblesnazzle, who plays a banjo. go ahead and guess his narrative importance. if you guess cult leader, correct!

-neil degrasse tyson plays a pig.

and last but certainly not least, stan has illegally shipped pugs across the us border.

#i spent hours on this #gravity falls #pines family #grunkle stan #dipper pines #gravity falls dipper #mabel pines #gravity falls mabel #stan pines #alex hirsch #long post

[dozyrogue]

Ok im still thinking of the philza and tubbo fight cuz it reminds me of the marvel fandom when talking about the ending of cilvil war

Bucky killed tonys parents and tony tried to kill him, some where mad at tony cuz he tried to kill bucky but bucky was a victim. Others agreed but still pointed out that he still killed people. It goes into more details but I don't wanna do that

Philza says that we should help him cuz hes a friend and we should help each other, cuz hes a victim an doesn't have a choice. Lock him up and find a cure like last time. And yeah that's phil to a T, phil would travel to hell and back to protect his freinds. And he knows he has friend's who would do the same for him. Man's disappears and the island panics. Bolas would flock around their leader to protect him from the other teams

There's also the added fact that it does take a bit to earn philza's trust and forever has that trust. So to him he sees forever is clearly not himself and he knows how MUCH HE LOVES Tallulah and would never ever purposely hurt her. So something's wrong with forever obviously. And of COURSE he wants to help out forever back together again.

Like when he told tubbo we help forever and then said he would expect tubbo to help phil if he was ever in this position shows so much about phils character to me. Like u help each other so hearing someone u trust doing something as quick as killing him would freak me out lol.

Then theres my sweet traumatized tubbo, he can trust so easily but take his trust away just as easily, his self estime is so low that he expects everyone to be against him. then it was evern worse after purgatory 1 and fred things keep getting worse. And worse of all hes kidnapped from the island most people didn't know he was taken and was forced to leave his kid. In purgatory 2 mans finally had his targaryan moment and took them all down with him.

Then hes back and hears that forever suddenly is different...again. corralled all the kids into following him and that he hurt Tallulah and tried to kill chayanne. Sent ramon into a panic to the point man's PUT ON HIS ARMOR. he himself believes that the island would turn on him immediately if he did something wrong. So if course he would think the same if someone lost it AND HURT THE CHILDREN. he went into purgatory with the only thought of helping the children, and questioning why the other islanders forgot that the point of this. He even said himself that he would choose his godchildren anyway over fred. NoW HIS DAUGHTER IS IN THE MIX. AND ITS NOT EVEN THE FEDS GOING AFTER THE KIDS ITS ONE OF THEIR OWN.

So of course!!! To tubbo the only choice for forever is to kill him so he himself doesn't hurt the eggs again. For any of the islanders the idea of hurting the children even if they were the victim would probably ruin him.

I agree with both yes we should help forever but i agree with tubbo a bit more if forever is so possessed with whatever that hes going after the children???? Kill him, jail prison, lock him away.

And phil expecting for tubbo to help him if he was ever in the same position but tubbo made a promise to care for his godchildren if phil was ever in a place were he couldnt tubbo would fucking kill him.

Idk I really liked the fight shows the difference between the characters and specifically how tubbo changed as a character.

I probably have more thoughts on this but this is it??? Me thinks??

#qsmp tubbo #tubbo #qsmp philza #qsmp sunny #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #i feel like im saying a lot and its just words im so sorry #i cant sleeeeeep

[headcanons-n-shit]

Hello

Your newest post reminded me i had an idea. The bois comforting wol who is having a nervous brakedown from all the stress. Bonus Ardbert.

I really like your stories. Especially the angsty ones.

(TAZ The Breakdown plays in the background)

(Mild shadowbringers spoilers)

Thancred literally (accidentally but still) disassociated so hard from the stress that he gave up his body to the bad guy for a bit. If anyone gets what youre going through, its probably going to be him. Hes not going to waste his time on empty platitudes: hes going to get you a glass of water, a warm blanket, and a hot meal, and let you cry it out on his shoulder for as long as you need to.

(And if that still doesnt help, well. Sex is still on the table. Its rarely a good idea, but hes all out of those.)

Urianger is probably breaking down with you lets be real. Every future my mans has ever read has included world-ending catastrophe, and, sure, youve thwarted it every time (usually with his help) but. What if this time you dont? What if this time you fail???? Its an unreasonable amount of stress for one man to be carrying. He probably does a fantastic amount of fantasy weed to cope and still all it takes is seeing you break down for him to also start blubber-crying.

Graha seems kind of detached and distant at first. "Shower water food" he commands you, in the voice of Lynas grandfather the Crystal Exarch, firm and uncompromising and impossible to disobey, and you might miss the way his voice and smile are strained. The way his hands clench and unclench at his sides. Hes never regretted turning back time to help you save two worlds, but. Its times like this that he wonders if he shouldnt try again to give you a happier ending.

Estinien is a firm hand on your shoulder, a steady shoulder to lean on, because he gets it. The feeling of being trapped in your own body, puppetted by powers so much greater than you can imagine, almost greater than you can comprehend... Youre breaking down for the both of you, honestly, because hes spent so long training the iron discipline to resist nidhoggs influence that he doesnt know how to anymore. This is. Cathartic. For the both of you tbh.

Aymeric wishes in this moment, more than anything, that he could just. Just be with you. Out on your journeys, giving you support by your side instead of from a distance. And he knows, he knows, that the support he gives you is important, that his ability to move nations in your favor has helped far more than any single sword at your side ever would. But he bears the weight of a nation while you bear the weight of a star, and that just. Doesnt seem fair to him.

Haurchefant knows that theres some things that hot chocolate cant fix but. Its a good starting place if nothing else. Something warm and sweet right now couldnt hurt, neither would a soft blanket and a roaring fire. He'll sit with you, bundled up together, and just listen if thats what you need. Or he can talk-- he has plenty of embarrassing stories about Artoirel that he hasnt shared yet. Either way, he'll happily help you wipe your tears away when youre done, and then drop a delicate kiss on your forehead.

Stand tall, he says. A smile better suits a hero.

Sidurgu is surprisingly good at this. Or, maybe not so surprising? Rielle is very mature for her age, but shes still a child. He probably does this whole song and dance every other week. And you feel a little bit like a child, the way he bullies you into the shower and then bundles you up in blankets and pushes food at you, but. Beneath the gruff words and scowl you can tell hes worried. Frustrated. This is exactly the kind of injustice that as a dark knight he swore he would fight, but hes just one man, there isnt much he can do about the desolation of the star. But he also needs you to know that he'll always be in your corner. Whether in this little way or if you need him to help you kill a god, he'll always come when you call.

BONUS

Ardbert has never felt so helpless in his life. He cant touch you, cant be a shoulder you can cry on. He cant even fetch you a glass of water. All he can do is stand there and watch as you break apart in your bed in the Pendants, and its. Its torture, worse than anything any ascian could ever conceive.

Still. He does what he can. And if all he can do is sit at your bedside, his hand hovering half-through yours in a mockery of touch while he tells you stories of his adventures, or friendship and triumph and happier times, well. Its the least he can do.

#ff14 #ff14 headcanons #thancred waters #wolcred #urianger augurelt #wolianger #graha tia #grahawol #estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #wolstinien #aymeric de borel #wolmeric #haurchefant greystone #haurchewol #sidurgu orl #sidwol #ff14 ardbert #wolbert

[tlouslut]

Protective Joel Head canons

-When you met Joel, he was not impressed with you, nor you him. But Boston seemed like a small city after you two met, you couldn’t stop running into each other.

-After a deal went bad for you, he found you limping home. Ever since then, you two were partners in crime. 

-no more deals alone, where you went Joel went. It was simple. 

-scary dog privileges!!

-the first time you go out alone to do a quick trade so Joel could sleep, you didnt come back by the time he woke up.

-he damn near ripped the city apart, brick by brick to find you.

-only for you to come skipping down the sidewalk with ration cards and a smile. 

-If you get hurt while youre with him he will sulk. He sees his job as protecting you, even when you mouth off to the wrong people.

- “Fuck you!” 

- “You can’t just yell ‘Fuck you’ at people and not expect them to not kick want to kick your ass YN.”

- “Thats what I have you for!”

-If you ran into infected, thats when Joel insisted you stay attached to him and remain silent as possible. Infected were brutal and he couldnt put you down if you got bit.

-Snapped one’s neck because it turned to attack you instead of him.

-When stopped by FEDRA, he stands in front of you. Hiding you from the officer as much as possible.

-Will not hesitate before killing for you. Anyone who so much as looks at you wrong.

-If you fight with him about being a “mother hen” he just grumbles about you not being able to take care of yourself and then goes for a walk to clear his head.

-After that when you do deals, you do the actual deal while he watches menacingly from a distance.

-One time a man tried to grab you as you walked away from the deal, Joel shattered his arm in a second. 

-The protectiveness goes both ways though. You do not give a fuck. Anyone who touches what’s yours dies. You know Joel can handle himself, but it still warms his cold heart when you jump to his defense.

short and not proofread but ive been thinking thoughts!

#tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader #Joel Miller #joel x reader #joel miller headcanon #joel miller x reader #protective joel #pedro joel is yummy #x reader headcanosn

[rillils]

post fall bucky having a fear of heights?? ive always thought that he'd be afraid of heights, like he wasnt afraid of it at all before his fall, go ask steve. but after falling?? he tries to hide it from steve, how scared he is.. and steve, bless his poor soul, he blames himself for not realizing sooner, he thinks he shouldve known, he couldnt possibly have. hes always seen bucky as this brave courage man, and bucky didnt want to ruin steve's image of him worse than he already think he did. and oh my fucking god

THE POST PLANE CRASH STEVE BEING AFRAID OF TIGHT SPACES?? BECAUSE IT BRINGS HIM BACK TO FEELING THE COLD SEEP IN THROUGH HIS VERY BONES WHILE HE GETS CRUSHED BY ALL THE WATER, ICE, AND DEBRIS?? DONT GET ME STARTED OH MY GOD

HONEY I FEEL LIKE YOUR LEVEL OF CRUELTY TOWARDS ME SPECIFICALLY IS REACHING DANGEROUS LEVELS HERE

but I get it, I getchu hon, sometimes we just gotta put the blorbos in a Situation™, that's how we roll.

but holy shit 😭😭😭

I mean god, Bucky-

imagine how tough it must be for him, every time they're on a mission, 'cause he's first and foremost a sniper, isn't he? and for him, that often involves perching on the roof of really high buildings, and keeping as still as possible for as long as necessary - and above all, keeping a steady hand, because what is a sniper supposed to be if not precise and lethal and reliable?

and factor in all the other possible contingencies, too! like having to bolt if he's spotted by the enemy, and having to climb back down in a rush. or helping chase after the bad guys from rooftop to rooftop. or when, god forbid, they have to jump out of a plane and parachute themselves to a certain site.

it's an absolute nightmare for Bucky, but he just keeps trying to tough it out, right? grit his teeth, push through even when his flesh palm is clammy with sweat, even when his stomach is churning and his legs feel like jelly, even when his hands start shaking despite his best efforts to hold them still. it's scary and mortifying all at once, and he can't bring himself to say anything about it to anyone, especially to Steve. because he knows Steve would try to suggest he take it easy and stay behind, while Steve himself is out there risking his neck, and the very notion makes Bucky feel sick.

so he's just desperately hanging in there, right?

until something happens. he's dizzy, his hands are shaking too bad, he flubs a shot, Steve almost gets killed because of it. Bucky snaps. this is the last straw. he's done.

I mean, imagine how it must tear. him. apart. how horribly it must hurt him to admit to himself that he can't go on like this anymore. because on the one hand, fuck it all to hell, he's supposed to be by Steve's side! watch his six, protect him, make sure he makes it home in one piece! it's what Bucky's been doing ever since they were kids, it's a fundamental part of who he is! to even imagine letting Steve walk into a fight alone - no, not 'alone', without Bucky - is unthinkable. it's like denying himself a basic need. like denying who Bucky is, what he feels he was born to do, a biological imperative.

but. on the other hand, the thought of putting Steve in danger, of Steve getting hurt (or worse) because Bucky couldn't do his job properly, is even more unbearable.

Steve counts on him, trusts him with his life - as he should be able to do, if they're going to be a team - but how can Bucky allow that anymore, now that he can't even trust himself? how can he be what Steve needs, if he's going to let him down when Steve needs him the most? how would he ever forgive himself if something happened to Steve because of him?

he barely holds himself together until they get home, and then he just, he breaks down. stumbles over to the couch, crumples in on himself, trembling, pale like a ghost, taking in big gulps of air like he'll drown otherwise. telling a worried Steve, who's crouching next to him in a heartbeat, "I can't do this anymore".

now Steve, he had noticed that something was off for a while now, and Bucky's words just confirm what he already suspected. he thinks, of course Bucky's sick of this, of course he doesn't want to fight anymore - god knows he's got plenty of reasons to want to leave all this shit behind.

Steve could never imagine what the actual issue is, here - not until he's trying to tell Bucky that it's his right to retire if that's what he wants, that of course Steve supports him, and Bucky interrupts him to confess, in between sobs, where exactly the problem lies, and how he fears he's no longer fit to accompany Steve on missions, 'cause he'd risk becoming a liability rather than backup.

CUE A WHOLE SHITTON OF FEELS because fuck, how long has Bucky been feeling this way, and how did Steve not realize it sooner, and the way Steve's face twists with guilt when he wonders where this fear of heights might come from, and gives himself the most obvious amd most fucking heartbreaking answer, and Bucky can tell that he's hurting and blaming himself and they're just BOTH hurting and blaming themselves and hfgskfjskks HONEY WE'RE SPEEDRUNNING THROUGH ALL THE STAGES OF GRIEF HERE HELP

no, but. they're gonna have an honest conversation about this, okay? painful, yes, but also liberating. they're going to air out some of that hurt, and actually let it heal out in the open for once.

I figure there's gonna be lots of bargaining first, on both parts, like Bucky arguing that he could still fight, just maybe stick to the ground instead, and Steve telling him that he doesn't have to, and really he'd be happier knowing that Bucky's safe at home and not forcing himself into dangerous situations, and Bucky grumbling 'cause oh how the tables have turned, and just, you know, trying to find a way to compromise.

I think, maybe this is how Steve first starts to really, genuinely consider retiring, himself. like, not just picturing it in a distant, wistful way, oh wouldn't it be nice if we could do that, etc - but really, really entertaining the idea. letting himself plan it out. talking about it with Bucky, even with Sam and Nat, giving himself the chance to consider another kind of life. after all, there are plenty of battles to fight in the world, and not all of them require fists and guns, right? and if he can fight those battles too alongside Bucky, then so much the better 💖

CLAUSTROPHOBIC STEVE THOUGH OMG

somehow the first thing that comes to mind is that one scene from CATWS, when he and Nat find Zola's computerized ass and he blows up the building, and they're stuck in a tiny hole under all the rubble until Steve gets them both out. I CAN PICTURE ONLY TOO VIVIDLY HOW FUCKING SCARY THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN FOR HIM, OH MY GOD

as somebody who shares that kind of phobia, may I submit to you one of the most obvious, most mundane monsters he might face: ELEVATORS. especially of the narrow, non-see through kind, where you're literally locked inside a metal box until it releases you from that torment. IF IT DOES. like honey the anxiety is real af okay

in the spirit of putting the blorbos in a Situation™, please picture them both in an old-fashioned elevator.

Steve hasn't mentioned his fear to Bucky, he's just been lucky so far, so he didn't have to bring it up. but the stupid thing is so slow, and the space inside is so small, and sure, Steve never minded being in Bucky's close proximity, but he can't stop thinking about getting the fuck out of there asap.

at some point the fucking thing stops, and oh good god they're stuck inside, and it's gonna take a while for help to come.

and Bucky, sweet, horny, unsuspecting Bucky, just makes a little joke about knowing just how they could pass the time until then, wink wink. he crowds Steve back against the already narrow wall, starts sucking languid kisses into Steve's neck-- and Steve's frozen, breathing in quick shallow breaths that could be mistaken for gasps of pleasure, holding onto Bucky with an iron grip because he can feel himself spiraling into panic, heart racing wildly, eyes darting from wall to wall like he can see them rapidly closing in on him, suffocating him, squeezing him in--

and it takes a moment for Bucky to realize what's really going on, but when he pulls back and sees Steve so terrified, hyperventilating and about ten seconds away from passing out, he switches into Protective Boyfriend mode like *snaps fingers*

he's like, "sweetheart, what's wrong?", and the second Steve gasps "out, I need to get outta here, now", Bucky springs into action and pries the elevator's door open with his bare hands, helping Steve climb out (the next floor was already into view) and following suit.

of course they're gonna talk about it (and realize that they should maybe stop hiding their respective fears from each other), and from then on... yep, they stick to stairs <3

#stucky just stucky #stucky #this got long i'm so sorry #also #i really wanted to scribble a little thing about this - either headcanon or possibly even both - like a decent-looking fic you know #but the braincell refused to cooperate :'( #either way HONEY I LOVE YOU EVEN WHEN YOU MAKE ME AND THE BOYS SUFFER LIKE THIS #*SCREECHES* #i hope the read-more works ahsdjkshdkjsh

[0prettygirl-jay0]

~•little stalker•~ pt2

dabi x reader

context: the stalker becomes the stalked.

warnings: smut, caught, oral sex, fingering, name calling, masturbating.

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~•dabi’s pov•~

I have to say, 'm not the kind of guy pretty girls stalk, I'm not the kind of guy that any girls stalk or even look at. So what's the deal with her? That's what I've been wonderin’ these past two months. She's so fucking pretty, that night when she took me down like some rag doll, I could've sworn I was in love, then and there. I haven’t felt this way ever…i just couldnt, way to possessive for that shit. Why her? No one should have her but me…i could treat her better then anyone else, kill for her, love her and only her, be there for her.. Fuck I need her. one thing i needa find out, is she a hero or what? there’s nothing about her anywhere..and her fighting skills were too suspicious for a eighteen year old.

name: y/n y/m/n y/l/n

parents: deceased

age: eighteen

address: musutafu city, japan. 275 kinto street, apartment 214, Shizuoka Prefecture.

quirk: blood manipulation

This is the eleventh time this week I've had to jack off to fuckin’ flashbacks, i needed more, need her. Fuck.. This is not okay, especially at the fucking base, i really need to get my own apartment. that way i can have her all to myself. her black leather that clung tight to her body that night, her hips, her thighs…fuck, her face. The office chair i sat on was squeaky, every time i would thrust my hips up, it would sound. It didn't matter at this point, looking down towards my hips, my hands glided over the glistening purple, tip.

——-—————-three hours later————————

now why the fuck would she be at a hero event? there stood the most wanted villain across from a met gala, a building that was surrounded by heros and filled with heros. dabi had been smart enough to place a small chip in a cut toga had made on her body while she was distracted fighting them both.

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~•reader’s pov•~

i couldn’t handle being that close to him, all i wanted to do was take him right then and there, infront of toga, infront of everyone. taking the cart out my mouth while looking at my smokey eye makeup and fixing my hair in the mirror..he’s a villain, he kills innocent people, maybe im in way over my head..i mean a villain liking me? be so for real, exhaling the smoke from my lungs and out my mouth, i went to fix the bottom of the red, silk dress i wore. my father is a hero, and here i am obsessing over a murderer who doesn’t even feel the same way over me…he couldn’t, right?

“Whatchu doing here dressed like that?” the calm, hoarse voice says as he watched the smoke exit my mouth. in the reflection of the mirror, i could see, it was dabi. shit, how the fuck did he find me.

“dabi..how’d ya’ find me? y’know at a hero event they dont really like your kind here..” i laughed a bit as i turned around to look at dabi, black on black with a gold chain looked really good on him.

“Real question, is what the fuck are you doing here, princess? You a hero?” walking up closer to me, dabi took it upon himself to take my cart and hit it himself, putting it to his pink lips and inhaling, he kept eye contact with me. giving me back my cart, dabi put his hands on my hips to admire the red dress i wore, blue eyes looking me up and down, slowly one of the hands on my hips moved up towards the back of my neck where he held my body firmly. Exhaling the smoke out his nose, the smell of marijuana filled my nose.

“answer me princess, cause i dont fuck wit heroes.” his gruff voice spoke in my left ear and the feeling of now both of his hands grabbing handfuls of my ass to pick me up and put me on the counter, a gasp left my lips as i was so easily picked up and placed on the counter. the only thing i could do was sit and admire the man that stood in front of me, this is all i’ve ever wanted. he wants me the same way i want him.

“my dad is..im just here with him.” now with what i said just now, caused dabi to raise his brow and smirk at me, his eyes glancing at my lips and back to my eyes.

“i love the way you feel, the way you smell, the way your eyes are glassed over and i haven’t even touched you yet, the way you just let go and melt in my hands.” he said this softly with a scoff and a slight chuckle, his big rough hand moved its way up my body and to my face, grabbing my chin to look up into his dark, blue eyes, looking down at me with a smirk, he tilts his head to the side and leans down but doesnt place his lips on my own, not just yet. his other hand kneaded the flesh of my hip, uncontrollably i leaned in to connect our lips.

“dont lean into me like that..im not gonna kiss you.” dabi chuckled a bit again before he continued speaking. “i’ll kiss whats mine, i’ll fuck what’s mine, i’ll satisfy what’s mine…are you mine, little mouse?” his voice spoke again and chills ran down my spine with excitement.

“i want to be..” i said as soft as can be while looking in the man’s eyes.

“…you want to be, is that so? ima be honest with you princess, all i want to do is rip that little red dress and bend you over this bathroom counter until all you do is say my name over and over again.” finally his lips sucked on my neck and his hands got to work, kneading my hip as he grabbed the back of my neck to hold me straight. looking at his finished product with a smirk, his hand bunched up my red dress above my hips. looking at my soaked red lacy underwear, one of his big hands grabbed my thigh to put around his waist and the other moved the red lace to the side.

“such a pretty girl, arent you?” his fingers admired the swollen bud and dipped down lower to the wet folds and then to the tight hole where i desperately needed something to fill. whimpers flooded out of my mouth, throwing my head back to lay on the mirror behind me i covered my mouth with my hand.

“Sweetie, you okay in there?” knocking was heard on the bathroom door as i heard my dad’s voice on the outside, he sounded worried..fuck dad, wrong time to be cockblocking. i lifted my head off the mirror to see dabi’s cocky face looking back at my disheveled one that tried to keep quiet with my hand still around my mouth.

“my dad..dabi.” my hand moved from my mouth as i got both to try an push away the man that had his hand between my thighs.

“your dad’s..aizawa? well shit, guess i wont be killing him on my camping trip next week.” dabi spoke casually and quietly as if his one finger wasn’t inside of me trying to loosen me up.

“fuck- yes dad, im fine. just y’know girl problems…” my head fell onto dabi’s shoulder trying to muffle my moans. hearing footsteps walk away with a muffled oh, i looked at dabi in anger but pure bliss as he entered another finger inside of me.

“so god damn tight, y’know that? but you’ll take me right? all of me, like my good fucking girl.”

“you are so fu-…cking annoying, y’know that.” dabi smirked at me as his free hand put a stray hair behind my ear. taking his two fingers out of me dabi flips me over to lay me on my stomach as his leg moved the both of mine apart. now the only thing i could do was look at his dark eyes through the mirror infront of me. the sounds of a belt unbuckling was what got me out of my dazed state, i wiggled my hips in anticipation with a whimper. slapping his dick on my bare pussy dragged a moan out of my mouth.

“oh, fuck your tight.” finally pushing the tip into me, you could hear my wetness squelching, bottoming out, dabi stilled for a second while biting his bottom lip and his eyes halfway closed. this view in the mirror was the best one yet, at this point dabi was shirtless, his purple scars added onto his tan skin, he had abs and big shoulders.

“shit, only half way, princess, were almost there. you wanna stalk me, you wanna be mine? then take it.” lifting one of my legs on the bathroom counter, dabi grabbed both of my arms to put behind my back while pushing all the way in.

“this is what it means to be mine, little mouse, to be my doll.” he said in a gruff breathless voice as he bent down to whisper in my ear, his abs almost pressing against my back with his hips slapping against my ass. the sound took over the room along with dabi’s whimpers and groans, one of his hands held both of mine hands behind my back and the other covering my mouth.

“this pussy is all fucking mine, doll, and no one is ever taking it away from me. dont fucking close your eyes, look at me y/n.” snapping back into reality after hearing his voice whispering in my ear i open my eyes to look at dabi in the mirror, my teeth bit my bottom lip as dabi sped up his pace, i couldnt help but want to close my eyes and focus on his voice and the feeling.

“im gonna let go of your hands and your gonna fucking play with that pretty little clit of yours for me, got it, doll?” i nodded my head vigorously as i felt the relief of my hands being released. both of his hands roughly grabbed my hips, probably leaving bruises in the morning.

“now ‘m gonna make you cum, and your gonna say thank you. understand?” nodding wasnt enough for dabi, he needed to hear it.

“words, mouse. use them.” his thrusing became so rough you could hear the sink slamming against the wall.

“yes, dabi. thank you!” my hand between my thighs circling my clit and the other covering my mouth, dabi’s voice in my ear and his thick cock slamming into me. it was all becoming too much before that knot in me snapped.

“i dont care if youre too sens-..stive keep rubbing that clit for me princess...” a loud moan erupted from me as stars filled my vison, eyes rolling to the back of my head and my toes curling.

“fuck, yes! keep milkin’ me like that, mouse. please, fuck! say your mine!” coming back to my senses, while shaking and whimpering, i rub on my clit.

“all yours, touya, thank you…~” thats what makes him snap, a loud groan was heard and i looked in the mirror to see dabi’s head tilted back and a hand covering his mouth, the other hand that held a bruising grip on my hip ignited in a blue flame but only for a second as dabi came to realize what he did.

“fuck! dabi?!” my face was still fucked out as i gripped the sides of the counter in pain. orgasm tears slipped down my face and i looked at dabi through the mirror.

“shit! mouse, im so sorry.” he looked down at the flesh wound on my hip with his dick still inside me.

“mouse..what did you call me, just now!?” dabi said with his blue eyes glaring into mine, there was no malice, or anger and i knew exactly what he was talking about, but i wasnt gonna spoil our fun on how i got my information.

“what else would i call you? daddy of course.” with a joking wink and a smirk i would only pray and hope dabi would drop it. slipping out of me, dabi helped me get dressed while watching out for the new wound.

“leave your window open..were not done yet.” was the last thing i heard from touya’s mouth as i watched him leave through the bathroom balcony.

#dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha touya #bnha touya #mha fanfiction #dabi smut #dabi todoroki #toya todoroki #dabi #mha smut #mha

[pacifymebby]

Peaky Blinders Headcannons

Tommy

🌿Calls you his angel

🌿He comes across as stoney and cold, struggles to show his adoration, but it all comes out when he says thay word. "Cmere angel," "You're my angel," "behave yourself angel,"

🌿Sometimes he really does believe you were sent from heaven to save him

🌿Or to test him... He's so hellbent on protecting you, preserving your innocence, not letting you get close to the darker side of him and his business that he almost loses you

🌿You're always trying to soothe him, to get under his skin, heal him. You're not stupid, you've heard he's a bad man and you know it too

🌿But even bad men deserve love and you adore him

🌿So you keep trying to look after him. At night when he has his terrors you hold his head to your chest and let him fall asleep there, your hands combing through his hair. You'll fall asleep with him resting there like that and in the morning when you wake up, he's usually woken up before you and moved so that its you resting on him. His hands playing with your hair. You know hes trying to pretend the terrors didnt happen, but you let him pretened. Its slow work getting a man like Tommy to open up, the fact that he let you hold him at all is miracle enough for now.

🌿He's killed for you, he thinks you don't know but you do. Of course you know, he's done it so many times, too many times to hide it. The first time it happened you put it down to coincidence. The man who groped you in the Garrison, he was an unpleasant man, exactly the type of man you could imagine would get himself into a fight he couldnt win. When he got stabbed with a broken bottle in a bar fight no one had been surprised. But when it keeps happening? Its hard to ignore the fact that any man who so much as looks at you for too long seems to end up dead or blind.

🌿Is haunted by dreams of you dying, morbidly convinced hes going to lose you, that youre going to be stolen from him. This is why hes so possesive.

🌿 Nothings going to happen to you because hes not going to let you out of his sight, there will always be peaky boys guarding Tommy's angel. But...

🌿 If something does happen to you, Tommy's calculating the cruelest revenge, the slowest most painful method of killing. Hes militant about it. He'll hunt them down. But he'll be so caught up in planning his revemge that instead of being gentle with you and holding you/comforting you, he'll sit at your bedside with a face of thunder, holding your hand too tightly, his mind far away, plotting the finer details of revenge. He will not sleep until the bastard who harmed his angel is dead.

🌿 He doesn't involve you in business at all, if he had it his way he'd keep you at home in the country forever, never let you leave the sanctuary of the home he's built for you.

🌿And why would you want to? Your doting Tommy has done everything he can to craft a little piece of heaven on earth for his little angel.

Alfie

🐻 You're far too young, precious and pretty to be sitting in this old mans lap but

🐻 Theres nowhere else youd rather be

🐻 An unforgiving brute to everyone but you, his "ziskeit" (sweetness). He goes 0 to 100 and then straight back down to 0 for you. By this i mean, he's threatening a man's life in one breath, evil in his eyes, cold and cruel with all that sadistic humor mixed in, but then upon turning to see you've slipped into his office by mistake, he drops his tone, speaks to you calm and quiet and soft.

🐻 Has a habbit of beckoning you over to him so that he can whisper instructions for you. He loves how obedient you are and how delicate you look when you tread soft and quick/nimble across the room to be by his side.

🐻 "shikseleh, go wait outside for your old man, thats a good girl, you wait for me and I'll come find you as soon as i can" "patience ziskeit, will you do me a favour? I want you to go find olly for me right, and you tell him, that i told you, that if he doesn't come get this selfish little bastard out of my office I'll kill him...."

🐻 Sending you on your way with a little pat on the cheek only to stop you as you get to the door... "wait a minute, wait... I forgot something very important didnt I... Don't swear..."

🐻 He knows he can't protect you and he doesn't want you to be too innocent - after all hes a dirty old man and there are things he wants to do with you that innocent girls just can't do...

🐻 But he likes to pretend you're innocent and hes determined to keep you good so there are rules. Alfie loves rules.

🐻 No swearing, no answering back, you're to do as you're told by him, youre not to speak to the men in the bakery (they aren't even allowed to look at you) and if you're going to sit down? Well you must sit in your old mans lap.

🐻 He hasnt had to kill anyone over you yet but thats only because he strikes the fear of god into everyone he meets. No one in their right mind would lay a finger on you. The men in the bakery know to turn their heads away and avert their gaze when you walk in looking for your old man.

🐻 He has thought about it many times however... What he'd do if anything were to happen to you. Thats why he wakes you sometimes in the middle of the night, his fingers stroking your cheek, his lips skimming your hair. He'll lie on his back, the weight of your sleeping body on top of his, his fingers tracing down your spine, your head held in the palm of his hand. And he'll hold you all night, thinking about the violence hed commit if anyone ever even threatened you.

John

🌼 Brings you flowers all the time, buys you so many pretty things. He doesnt think he's good enough to win you over with looks/charm and personality so this is how he tries to attract you. With gifts.

🌼 But you adore him, and you don't need all these gifts to attract you to him because youve only ever had eyes for him.

🌼 He's a little insecure, so he's always getting into fights over you. Nothing serious really, but if anyone dares to observe how beautiful you are, John takes offense. "She's too good for me aye? That what youre saying?" "Reckon you'd like to try a piece of my girl?"

🌼 Calls you all manner of sweet little pet names but his favourite is "little flower,"

🌼 You bring out the child in him, he's boyish and careless with you, will play fight, sneak up on you and make you jump just to hear you shriek and jump into his arms. Will chase you and sling you over his shoulder when he catches you.

🌼 Can't take his eyes off you, you really really ruin his cool. His brothers and sister take the piss and he often finds himself embarassed and blushing because they've caught him watching you again.

🌼 Worries about you, worries you will get hurt because of his deeds with the peakys, naively thinks he can protect you from everything.

🌼 When you are hurt he's both full of guilt/shame and desperate for revenge. Whoever hurt you is going to pay with their life... But his first worry is you, he won't leave your side until youre better, or unless you manage to convince him to go.

🌼 Is always always big spoon, even when really hes the one who needs hugging. He likes to wrap you up in his arms, hold onto you and bury his face in your neck. This way when hes hurt you wont know hes crying (you know but you let him pretend)

Arthur

🍂 Kind of whipped?? Dotes on you completely, his brothers think its imasculating but he just worships you.

🍂 Anything you want or need, he'll get/do/give

🍂 Knows he should do more to protect you from business but feels hopeless to do so.

🍂 More than this though he wants to keep you safe from himself... He tries to keep a distance from you, and when hes angry he wont see you, he'll avoid you... Which you hate...

🍂 He has it in his head that youre more innocent than you are until one day you catch him when hes feeling violently angry... Hes in the most tumultuous mood, his brothers pissed him off and he's all riled up on snow...

🍂 Hes storming down the night time street, going to find a whore to use up all his anger on before he goes to meet you... Just so he can calm down... Really hes doing it for you...

🍂 But you catch him and tell him to take it out on you... You tell him not to hold back but he does, he can't do that to you...

🍂 But now youve been together so long and he knows he wont hurt you... That you like it when hes violent with you. He'll be so rough with you, he'll choke you, slap you, throw you over the table, treat you so harsh, but he'll always say the sweetest things to you. He'll fuck you real hard whilst grunting the most complimentary and gentle things. "Youre my fucking cherub darling, my fucking little cherub..."

🍂 He. Has. Killed. So. Many. Men. Over. You. So many. Even before you were his, if he saw someone look at you, or flirt with you, or just talk about you, he'd cut in and tell them to watch their tongue. Hes been known to lose his temper over almost nothing, beat a man half to death over one glance.... But you, in your own fucked up way, kind of love that.

🍂 Likes to take baths with you, in the bath hes gentle with you. Will sit between your legs and have you wash his hair, your fingers massaging his scalp make him feel so calm.

🍂 You are the only person who can really calm him down and dull his pain.

🍂 He calls you his angel, his saving grace, because he believes youve been sent to save him, to heal him.

🍂 Lets you hold him when he's calmed down from a rage and is upset, lets you see him cry but isnt shy about telling you it bothers him. You are often big spoon at night, wrapped around him comfortingly. He will take your hands and bring them to his lips, kiss every one of your fingers and hold them close to his face.

Bonnie

🍀 You are his little dove, he hasn't used your real name since the day he learnt it, you have just always been his little dove.

🍀 Tries very hard to keep his innocent dove away from the peaky blinders. You haven't met them yet and Bonnie doesn't intend for you to.

🍀 He just feels so protective of you. Youre much smaller than him, he can pick you up with one arm and your hand feels so small held in his. The thought of you being in the same room as the blinders sends a shudder down his spine. Youre too good, too precious.

🍀 Always holding your hand, whenever he has the chance. Always doing things for you, making sure youre okay. He's absolutely obsessed with how small your hands are in comparison to his.

🍀 Even before you were together he felt protective over you. He would walk you wherever you needed to go, or give you rides on his horse. He socked another lad at the camp once for pulling your hair and trying to tease you.

🍀 It took him absolutely forever to admit to anyone that he actually had feelings for you...even though it was very obvious. He gets far too shy and blushes around you. He thinks the world of you and can't believe his luck. Hes absolutely giddy with pride whenever hes with you.

🍀 Is so sweet, picks you wild flowers, brings you little gifts. He made a little wooden crusifix for you once and threaded it onto a piece of string. Its not the most glamorous jewlery but you never take it off.

🍀 Always holding your hand, playing with your fingers. Likes it when you wear his jackets and shirts. Especially when he has to leave you and go to do work for Tommy. He feels as though having his jacket around your shoulders lets him keep holding you even after hes gone.

🍀 Hasn't killed for you yet... Would kill for you in a heartbeat...even tommy shelby.

🍀 Is nervous for you to see him fight in case it scares you, or makes you scared of him, because youre timid and because you were scared of him when you were younger and before you were friends.

🍀 But he also feels really proud when you come to his fights, he wants to impress you and make you proud.

🍀And he especially likes when you patch him up afterwards and carefully kiss his bruises.

🍀 Dreams of running away with you, the two of you going to live in a vardo together, far away from the peakys, somewhere safe, travelling together, always alone together.

🍀 Desperate to put a baby inside you, tells you all the time.

🍀 There were signs at first which you supposed you missed, but once you're together a little while he has a real soft dom side to him youre not expexting. He's determined to stamp out any insecuroties you might have, praises you all the time, always telling you how beautiful /pretty/adorable you are and...

🍀 They're never said out loud but he has rules for you. They aren't like alfies rules, they're not as jealous. But,

You have to look after yourself, he reminds you when you need to eat, he likes to be the one who washes your hair, he doesn't like it when you leave the camp on your own and especially doesnt want you going into birmingham without him.

🍀 When you look back you realise he always had these rules for you, he'd never let you off on your own, he'd always been over protective... And you also realise youd always complied amd been good for him... You don't know why.

🍀 Absolutely will not sleep unless hes holding you, likes to feel your body pressed against his with you sleeping on top of him. Will play with your hair and draw patterns on your skin. Unless its the night after a fight in which case youre permitted to hold him instead.

Isiah

🐀 Knows he shouldnt but definitely starts fights to try and impress you

🐀Is always a little bit paranoid that if he lets you hang around with finn and michael, one of them will steal you away from him.

🐀Over protective, puts on a front of being a fighter who's tough and quick tempered, but is actually just very sweet and in love with you.

🐀Is quite cocky, always flirting with you, really enjoys showing you off... Very tactile, always touching you. He is especially tactile around you in front of his friends and you know this is because he wants to remind them that you belong to him.

🐀Asks you who you love/who you belong to on a regular basis, multiple times a day. He'll catch your hand as youre leaving the room, pin you down in bed or up against a wall, get all up in your personal space and ask you... Won't let you go until you answer him so sometimes you stall on purpose

🐀And sometimes you hmmm and give him the wrong answer just to see what he'll do...

🐀Poor boy feels he has to prove himself and so usually you end up getting fucked real hard, only allowed to cum when he asks you the question again and you give him the right answer.

🐀Doesnt have to prove he's a man because he's so sure of himself in that specific way. Which is hot... You like the fact he lets you be big spoon sometimes, that he lets you cling onto him and nestle in as close as you can. Secretly he likes the feeling of being held.

🐀Does have a bit of a temper, will get angry with you if you've been flirting with other men, sulks if youve spent a lot of time talking with Michael or Finn. Doesn't like when you join in their teasing of him... Has plenty of ways to punish you for it later. Isn't gentle.

Michael

☘️ When you first met you thought Michael was just a mummys boy. You thought he was too soft for you...

☘️ My god were you mistaken.

☘️ Michael has an underdog complex worse than Tommy Shelby, he is ALWAYS trying to prove something. That he's a man, that he's a bad man, that you're his girl, that he's good enough for you...

☘️ Sometimes he speaks too harshly to you when hes in one of his moods but when he sees the hurt in your eyes he apologises, makes you come to him so he can kiss you and stroke your cheek. He never tells you he's sorry though and you always know hes going to do it again.

☘️ But you kind of like it like that. You like hos angry streak, it excites you, you want to know how far he'd go if you pissed him off. He wouldn't kill you, youre almost certain of that.

☘️ And besides you have the temper to match... If he ever slapped you he knows you'd hit him back twice as hard. Sometimes That is the only thing that stops him hitting you... Not his deeply ingrained principles about hitting girls.

☘️ You watch him change, no longer soft and easily bullied, but fierce, just as cruel, just as rotten as the rest of them... Part of you is sad to see his sweet side leave him but another part of you, and not a small part of you, finds it hot, exciting.

☘️ You like pushing him to his limits, arguing back until he snaps. You like seeing his temper flare and youll do anything in your power to make him snap.

☘️ He's unnaturally loyal for a peaky boy, at first you don't believe it when other people tell you they've seen him turn girls down because of you, then you think it's just a phase, he's got that new love obsession. But after awhile you realise his obsession with you is all consuming... He won't cheat on you because to him theres no point in fucking someone who isnt you. He wouldn't get any pleasure or satisfaction from dominating and owning someone else... Only you...

☘️ You argue and fight a lot, you both have sharp tempers and the relationship looks toxic... It probably is toxic, but you don't care. You set eachother on fire, breath life into eachother. You like getting into trouble with Michael. It started as partners in crime, the two of you against the world, and in many ways it is, youre ride or die, no one can come between you...

☘️ Except you love to make him angry. You love to push him over the edge so that he grabs you by the throat and squeezes, choking you whilst he tells you youre his, "you belong to me so be-fucking-have yourself you ungrateful little brat"

☘️ Youre spoilt because he spoils you and he loves to remind you. Hes proud that he can. He was raised a gentleman remember and he knows exactly how to treat a woman. When you're good you get showered in gifts and praise and kisses.

☘️ He likes to control you completely, down to the way you wear your hair and the clothes you dress. He tells you what to put on in the morning and if he doesnt like what youve chosen he demands you change.

☘️ And this is where his softer side comes out... If he doesnt like what youre wearing he demands you change, but he's the one who changes you. He undresses you, he helps you into your new outfit. If he doesnt like your hair he takes it out gently and fixes it the way he wants to see it. He wipes your make up off, tells you you look too much like a whore... His words are always so harsh but his actions so gentle and caring.

☘️ When hes done he'll say something like "there, thats better," and kiss you sweetly.

☘️ Hates it when other men talk to you, most men don't because theyve seen what has happened in the past but Tommy has no respect for Michael and no respect for your relationship. He doesn't even really find you attractive, but he will touch you, flirt with you, try to make you blush, just to piss his cousin off. And it works. And you'd be lying if you said you didnt try to encourage that behaviour because when Michael has something to prove...

☘️ Its delicious.

#peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #Arthur shelby x reader #Bonnie gold x reader #john shelby x reader

[nekassvariigs]

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Make him at home will you?

Fluff

(Mentions Whitebeard at times)

He stormed off in a hurry, his mind scattered in a million pieces unable to solve itself.

"Im gonna find him." He was strongly determined to find the man who claimed to be the strongest and beat him, claiming his spot.

"Enough already, join me, become my son." the tall male offered him his hand, which he looked at in digust.

Who do you think i am to accept something like this. Your son? me? dont be stupid old man, i could kill you.

"Let me raise you to be the strongest." His spear drummed on the ground his solemn expression waiting for the raven haired boy.

No way in hell-

Was the last tought he was capable of thinking before his eyes lost sight of the world, hands trembling to uphold his weight.

"Is he gonna be alright pops?" You asked standing next to your capitan. Much like the boy before you Whitebeard was a man with a simple dream, to have a big family, he added on to it generously no matter who called him a devil, a monster a soul-less pirate.

"Yeah, i went easy on him, kids got spunk. Take him in boys." A couple of men accompanied the teen raising him over their shoulders as they dragged him onto the ship, his crew left stranded without a capitan, he let them off easy.

He was plagued with a nightmare, like a sadistic never ending dream, a figure resembling his own telling him he's not worth a good fight, he should have died before even reaching this place. He cant even stand up for himself. Hes a failure, who could love him, have him as a son.

He winced in his sleep clutching his yellow shirt tighter. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His hat drowning out the noise of his sniffles.

You hated to pity a man so broken knowing fully well what it would do to him if he saw the way you looked at him, like an abandoned dog, starved for a home , a place to belong, it sickened you just thinking what could leave a boy his age so fragile.

"He's got a good heart.." you smiled, a pair of men quirking their brows at the way you looked at the captive. The stew you were stirring bubbled, spices and cooked roots lingering in the air.

"Please.." he held onto himself like he was the only one able to help it.

You layed by his side, his scrunched up form twitching each time he had a flash of self doubt.

"Shh.. Its okay.. shhh." you hummed to him placing his hat onto your lap, the two upturned smiley pins staring at you.

"Must be tough huh.." you stroked the metal pins scraping off any built up mud on them. He stayed still for the longest time, it was nice seeing him not be afraid of himself even if it was just a nightmare you guided him through.

He felt a light scent like flowers but a bit stronger, the mirror image of himself looked forward in the horizon of this odd warmth, it had been a long time since he felt a gentle touch.

Your hands raked through his dark unruly hair, your hand often times going to cup his cheek for a while before you resumed combing his hair, he felt like babe, so fussy yet so easy to calm. His knees slowly fell into your lap you hummed a song. The melody was warm and blissful resting the boys fears for a bit, he couldnt even begin to stop you from your song, that is until he smelled the stew boiling.

"Something smells amazing~!" his eyes shot up startling you as he booked for the pot, puring the hot contains into his mouth without thinking.

"AAAgh, its like molten lava." he huffed and puffed, the damage was already done, his tongue burnt his throat sore you chuckled at his antics.

You came behind him taking him by his waist you plopped him by the table.

"Of course its hot, it was boiling a second ago." You lectured him nodding your head on the obvious conclusion.

"I want more." he seemed unfazed eyes sparkling as he stared down the pot infront of him.

A huff of breath escaping your nose you poured the boy a bowl.

"Eat carefully please." you told him clipping his hair back from his face.

An odd fuzzy feeling overtook his stomach he tought it was the food paying no mind, it was good thats forsure.

"Seconds phlease!" he slammed the bowl down in a hurry still chewing on the potatoes and meat.

"Youre still eating!!" You yelled telling him to not talk with his mouth open, he snarked a bit chewing his food in a gulp.

"Seconds please.." he was a bit droopy, however, the second the bowl got refilled his eyes light up in a new light full of energy.

"This is really good-" he praised your cooking his head nearly slamming into the bowl you caught him in your palm.

"He fell asleep..!" you had a ghastly expression on your face, his cheeks stuffed with your cooking the boy was dead asleep, still holding the spoon strongly in his arms like a kid refusing to let go of his favourite toy.

"What an odd guy." you chuckled thinking to yourself you took enough time as needed sitting beside him to let him rest his head on your shoulder, a big snore bubble inflating from his nose every now and then.

Nothing, he woke up dreaming of nothing, thats a first. He awoke with a loud snort follwed up with a big yawn as he scratched his back. "What a nap." He wiped his face on your apron crumbs of food still on his face.

"Here let me help you." You took his face covering your fingers in the cloth, the boy had beautiful freckles on his cheeks slanted dark eyes staring at you as you wiped the crumbs from his mouth.

His heart pounded not able to understand what he was feeling, this warm churning in the pit of his stomach, drove him a little nauseus and scared.

he gulped slowly eyes tracing your features. He took in your gentle smile the way your hands moved across his cheeks, it was an all too odly familiar feeling.

"Thankyou-!" his voice cracked a little embarassing him, a slight blush staining his ears.

You chuckled seeing how goofy he was.

"You're always welcome.." you paused wanting to thank him however you still didn't have his name, the old man didnt fill you in on that.

"Whats your name?" You asked hands on your lap as you looked at him wolfing down the food.

"Ace. Seriously this is some good food." he licked his lips scraping the bowl clean.

"Want another fill?" You grabbed his bowl before he ate it in his food haze, he followed up with a nod, steaming hot fudge filling the bowl for the third time.

"A guy like you sure can eat."

"Ofcourse, i wouldmt be so shtrong if that wasnt the cashe." He patted his stomach, a piece of meat dissapearing within seconds.

When it came to food he wasnt joking around, he continued emptying the entire pot all on his own , leaving you to wonder where can so much food dissapear into.

"By the way Ace, do you mind helping me clean up?"

You took his bowl rinsing off any grease, your body turned against him he inspected you with wary eyes.

"Wheres the old man?" He puffed as much as he'd love to help he still had a thing to do.

You sighed remebering he's still a hotheaded brat thinking idiotic things at a time like this.

The men around the hall circled around Ace towering over him by atleast a foot.

"I'll let you have it." he smirked putting on his cowboy hat, a flicker of flames engulfing his hand, the men were scortched within a second.

"He's on the deck, don't go thinking you can just run up at him though." You scolded him looking at the bodies splayed under your feet.

"Hey," you kicked the shoulders of the men, all of them wincing from your kick, "Those who dont help dont get to eat." All of them got up groaning.

"Ya think the kid will be able to get a punch in?" One of them said causing you to smile.

"Only if hes dumb enough to fly off the ship, dont think he can swim can he?" The lot of you laughed, men helping you out in the kitchen to clean up their own mess'.

You dried your hands on your apron, setting it on a hook before you went to grab a first aid kit.

"Go take a bath all of you, you smell like burnt chicken." you instructed the lot, who looked at eachother a little startled, each of them smelling the air around them.

"Hahaha! So it is." Their hearty loughs echoing out of the room they followed behind you until the stairway to the deck.

Seemed like nothing had taken place, the old man was still slugging his drinks, compleatley unfazed by anything. You gave him an unimpressed look, he shrugged at you eyes pointing at the boy.

His body seemed a liitle beat, a trickle of blood dowsing his lips. You took out some gauge wiping it all away.

He came to, his eyes flaring red. He lunged at you thinking youd be there to attack him.

You let him slug a hit on you, your cheek sore from the punch. Seems he realized you werent the taget since he didn't bother to use any flames.

"Oh shit.. I am so sorry.." He helped you up, Whitebeard sternly looking at the situation at hand from afar.

"Let me help." he offered grabbing anything from from the kit trying to be of use. He felt a bit of shame to him having punched someone who treated him so kindly before.

You took him by his wrists, the cotton, gauge and rubbing alcohol strongly held in his hands.

Idiot, what were you thinking? How is she going to be looking at you now. Look at yourself you ungrateful brat-

"Ace!" You shouted snapping the boy back from his blank expression, the way he stared at you looking regretful afraid and unworth simply broke you.

He lowered his head items dropping beside you.

"Its alright, you should have seen the amount of fights i have been in, i come out with more than a hook to the face." You chuckled hand to your face covering your mouth, his arm dropped to his lap slowly the second you let go.

He still felt guilty. "Hey Fire-first, anyone home." He pouted at the nickname your hands calmly combing through the tools he dropped, you cleaned up his hands, which looked fairly enough rough. He had scabs on his knuckles, cracking ones at that.

"Youre a hard worker huh?" You applied some ointment on them bandaging them carefully.

He didnt get it. Anyone in their right minds would have hit him back threw him out what were you doing calling him nicknames taking care of bruises he had before he even was here.

"Ace, were a family here."

"Like hell we are-" he sucked in his breath his eyes growing a bit cold.

"Its true you know, we take care of our own." You pointed to his hands neatly wrapped in bandages.

"Eugh, i smell like an old lady with this." he gagged avoiding the obvious.

Anyone withing ear range laughed Whitebeard's face softening by your interraction.

"I know, usually sucks to walk around in it, give it a few days youll be good as new though." You smiled, the apples of your cheeks making your eyes squint.

His heart had a beat deeper than usual, he didnt respect the old man but settled on trusting you for guidance, atleast till next time.

It was a subconcious decision he had made trusting a pirate he knew nothing about so freely but the hold he had on his mind lessened by a bit the more he took shelter within you.

You left him be for a bit, he seemed to have alot on his mind the way he politley excused himself.

You stormed to the old man snarking and biting words at him. "What were you thinking throwing him across the ship like that!?"

Whitebeard listened the scrunch in his brows growing.

"Dont give me that face, the brat ran at me with a mace, what did you expect would happen?" He rested his hand on his leg leaning toawrds you.

"Youre a pain in the ass, you know!" you whisper yelled at him causing him to laugh.

"Thats a first from you." he adored the look of care in your eyes, however he couldnt contain the urge to want to show Ace the world either.

"Wont be the last either, dont fling him off like he's trash." You barked the heel of your sole hitting the deck in thuds.

"Stop worrying, he'll learn soon enough-" his expression grew sour you heeled his boot aswell.

Ace watched you from a distance hands on the rails he looked at the outburst unable to hear what you were talking about.

He sighed taking in the view of the sea the many people abroad, he faced backwards staring at the sun instead, the washed up waves sparkling in the daylight seagulls cawing midflight.

"Maybe its better here? Ah who knows what i'll do here even." He still held doubts.

He glanced back seeing you midair held by the gigant mad who humiliated him before.

His mind grew blank for a bit, legs sprinting for you before he even knew it.

A fire dousing your frame from behind whitebeard hit the air cracking it.

The attack was avoided however he was fee feet behind.

"Let her down!" he shouted amusing the man.

"Shes not hostage here, calm down." your head drooped like you were hanged on a coat rack to dry.

Whitebeard complied having no need to cause a ruckus, however it left a bittersweet feeling in his heart.

"Whatever my son wishes." he slowly put you down however dropping you nearly on the teens head.

"Woah-, wait!!" he circled around you swooping you in his arms to break the fall.

A sense of pride welled up in him knowing he did some good by you.

"Thank you, Ace."

Whitebeard respected his devoition of saving you instead of breaking a fight ,seems he hit the nail on the head here.

"Don't mention it." He said his freckled face covered red.

You slinged an arm around his shoulder making him stiffen up.

You laughed watching the faces he made.

"You can set me down if its too much."

"Huh, no not at all.." He still held you subconciously not even registering the fact you told him to be put down, he glared daggers at the old man for the stunt.

"This kid sure is something, Gurarara~!" Whitebeard laughed the picture of Ace tomato red whilst glaring at him with deadly intent was pure gold to him.

He looked like a stray cat who got mad that he has been given attention to.

You tapped his back your face coming to his periferals his eyes adverted Whitebeard focusing on you.

"Set me down." you smiled gently at him thankful for him catching you.

"Hmm oh sure." He plopped you down nonchalantly. Though he hated the idea of it eventually.

Few days past since him joining and yet everyday he came knocking by your door, bruised and bloody.

He explained himself each time you sat him down on the chair besides your desk.

"You gotta stop going after him, I can see how much you'd love to take him down, but he's not even fighting you, don't take a beating for nothing." You cupped his face dabbing on the alcohol on his cut up brow.

"Im not doing it for him." He spoke up wincing at the pain.

"Then who for?" you quirked a brow at the remark setting aside the bloodied gauze.

"Don't know." How was he supposed to start explaining that everytime he'd catch himself in a fight he'd always go look for you first thing. Feeling proud to see you doing well and happy while taking care of his dumbass.

You set off his hat dropping it so the string around his neck would keep it in place.

You raked your hand through his hair checking if he perhaps got any beatings to the head.

Your hands rummaged his hair as he sat patiently, enjoying the tickling sensation.

"Ace, i don't want to be rude, but when was the last time you showered, your hair is all greasy, not to mention uncombed." You stuggled to free your hand from a couple of his locks. The teen blushed compleatley embarrased by this confrontation.

"Fewdaysago?" he answered quickly getting the issue out of the way.

You hummed for a long time before taking to your closet to bring out a few towels.

"Lets go grab ourselves a bath." You threw him a towel which he haphazerdly caught comepleatly stuck by what you said.

"Come on lets go." you pulled him up leading him to the showers to change.

You stripped covering yourself with a towel you entered the tiled baths running some hot water in big bowls.

Ace in the meantime sat there compleatly frozen in his changing room dreading to go in. He pulled himself together stripping, he set his hat over his clothes.

"Took you a while." you laughed rubbing the sponge over your arm, towel covering your body.

He didnt say much his heart hammering in his throat as you washed away the soap with some hot water.

You stood up grabbing a smaller cup of water, you gently poured it over his head.

He leaned his head down letting the water drip to the floor from the ends of his black hair. He wasnt sure why he allowed this, but it felt nice being taken care of.

You grabbed the soap lathering it on his head your fingers massaging his scalp.

He had a drowsy smile on his face, his elbows on his knees he slouched forward, the bad thoughts leaving his head one by one.

"Face up please." you instructed his head raising back his hair caught in a mush of bubbles you chuckled.

He opened one eye stifling his smile as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror aside him.

The longer he looked the funnier the feeling in his chest grew, he laughed whole heartedly seeing how you had given him a hairstyle that matched the ships doctor.

The two of you stood there as Ace approaced the mirror giving himself a big bubbled mustache.

"Damn brats." he mimmicked the Capitans tone making you errupt in laugher. He felt giddy seeing you laugh your heart out, just a few days ago he was thinking how thankful he was for you now he could feel the feeling growing even more so.

You quickly wiped his fake moustache saying how little it fits him, instead you gave him a long beak and puffy bubbly feathers on his head telling him to squint, he didnt get it yet but the moment your face light up in laugher he bursted out laughing aswell.

He wrapped his elbow around you cooing like an obnoxious chicken, you could barely hold up straight from how much your stomach was hurting from all of the laughing.

"Please no more-Ppffttt." he kept adding onto the act until you were doubled over from joy.

Your face doused pink from all the laughing you instructed him to finnally lean his head back as you still held a smile to your face. You ran the warm water through his hair watching the bubbles fall down his back. He slicked his hair back with his hand, a gentle blush covering your cheeks as you examined his face.

It was so much different than the first day you saw him, he'd gotten a bit more tan, the freckles on his face a bit more prominent. But most importantly he looked a lot more on ease than ever.

You cherished the memory putting a hand around his brows to pour some more water so it wouldnt get in his eyes.

He sat there closing his eyes enjoying the warmth of your presence around him.

"Turn around please." he did as you said turning his back to you, he nudged away from the touch at first.

Your brow peaked.

"He's ticklish isnt he?" you thought rubbing his back with the soapy sponge, his slim figure really made you question where did all the meals you fed him go.

"Where does all the food go seriously? Youre skinny as ever." you spoke washing his lower back.

"Goes to the heart and soul." he smiled proudly as you staggered a bit. To the soul huh, you puffed happily.

"Im glad to hear that you like it so much, i made something sweet for later do you want some?"

"Will i get heartburn?" You tickled his sides from the remark causing him to shriek in surprise.

"Maybe from that you will". You pouted stretching his hands as you washed them.

"I'm kiddiing, i know you make some killer foods." he chose the worst time to flap his head around the water splashing everywhere.

Warm water running down his back and arms he felt squeeky clean even going as far to drag his hand across his arm only for it to squeak along.

"Fresh n clean now huh?" he showed his smile bright theeth glisening in the light.

"Sure are."

He felt a little shy to ask but it would only be common courtesy since you offered to take care of him.

"Can i wash your back aswell?" he waited before going on in a tangent.

"Sure you can, just make sure youre careful around the mark, it's still healing."

A mark huh, he was interested.

He nodded exchanging place with you he looked away while you switched up your towel covering your front.

A large tattoo on your back with the all too familiar moustache, to say he saw surprised would be something.

"Woohoaa, Thats huge, does it hurt?" he eyed it throughrouly the ends of his fingers gently glossing over it, tickling your skin.

You found his amusement sweet explaining to him "Not now no, but when i had it done it was a bitch." You chuckled allowing Ace to scrub your back, he was a tad bit quieter than usual mostly hiding the fact he's nervous in the first place but common courtesy goes he can't be backing away from it.

He poured some warm water over your back it trickled gently down your curves, Ace's mind wandering back to when him and Luffy were thrown to bathe.

He offered to wash your hair aswell, you let it fall down to your back. He seemed to know how to take care of longer hair, he made sure not to tangle it too much , massaging your roots first then messing around with the rest.

He did however swipe his bubbly fingers across your face giving you whiskers.

You chuckled looking in the mirror as he washed your hair out.

"Ace look."

His head turned to the mirror to see you giving him a cat impression.

His eyes widened water trickling from the cup in his hand. His cheeks flared for a second only to press the back of your head against his chest.

"You're now a kitten huh?" he smirked sploching a bubble on your nose. Your head slightly shaking against his laugh.

You rested your head against his chest, the fuzzy feeling in his heart rising as he wiped away the stray bubbles.

He was glad to have you chat him up everyday, show him around, take care of him, make him hot meals and offer baths. What did he do to deserve you.

His solemn expression radiated through the room as he watched you, unable to be thankful enough for your care.

"All done!" he smiled proudly as you thanked him the both of you finishing to wash yourselves up.

You changed back drying your hair as you waited for Ace back in your room. He didn't arrive until way later , blasting through your door with a flower he stole from the greenery below deck.

He hid the flower behind his back his damp hair rested behind his ears.

He huffed and puffed starting a little speech. "I know how much you've done for me, so, i got something for you aswell." he held out the flower his chest rising from the running he must have done to not get caught.

You tilted your head to the side accepting the flower and giving him a warm hug.

"Thank you." You held him by his waist careful no not scrunch up the flower he got you.

He chuckled slowly resting his face in the crook of your neck, his arms lazily wrapping around you.

He stayed that way for a while enticing you in a tight embrace. You could feel his hands heat up however the hottest part of his body was his chest right shere his heart was.

You rusled through his hair his body shivering slightly from the affection you gave him. Your head rested on his as you took in the moment.

It was silent, pleasant, sincere. He felt like he was in a dream , he wasnt questioning himself for what he had done, he only knew that he did the right thing when he chose to thank you for everything.

He sniffled against the crook of your neck, your face growing worried.

"Are you okay?" You brushed his back comfortingly he pulled away with a big smile along his teary face.

"Never been better.." He wiped the tears with his hands letting you go.

With a gentle smile you tucked the flower in a vase, ushering him to sit by your desk.

"Remember the dessert i told you about? I wanted you to be the first one to taste it." You revealed a beautifully crafted dish, it was coated with hard caramel on top a squishy cream filling and an orange puré aside.

"Im surprised youre not a top chef over here. Holy shit." He eyed the dessert taking a bite, his whole face lit up in a pudgy smile as he scooped more of the dessert in his mouth. You knew he wasn't one to take his sweet time with food, so seeing him eat it as fast as he did was a pleasure non the less.

"I wish i could ask for seconds. That was something out of this world seriously." He licked the plate setting it down. Still sucking the spoon he ate it with.

"I'll share mine with you?" you asked him, his eyes glimmered at the thought alone.

"Sure!" The two of you shared the dessert however you had to spoon battle with Ace to protect your side.

Taking the last scoop in your spoon Ace looked at you with pouty eyes. You leaned the spoon to your lips turning it to his instead.

"Here here." You smiled seeing him wolf down the piece.

The second he was done he thanked you for the meal quickly exiting your room with dishes at hand.

He dissapeared for a few minutes again, you thought he may have fell asleep on the way.

Minutes later a knock was at your door, you opened it again.

"Im back!" he allowed himself in plopping down on the bed since he didnt have a room yet.

He stared at the celing for a bit before looking at you.

"Can i stay over, just for tonight? I'll be out before you know." He claimed sitting up straight in your bed.

You thought about it for a while seeing the waves crashing outside, that wouldn't make good space to sleep.

"Stay as long as you'd like." You smiled seeing him waltz over to the couch in your room. He puffed up a stiff pillow laying down.

"You have no idea how annoying it is to sleep with everyone else, they snore on opposite breaths. So imagine the entire night all you hear is constant snoring." He yawned rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

"Ace.." you wispered hoping to god this rascal wasn't intending to sleep on the couch of all places.

He hummed back lazily watching you.

"There's no way you intend sleeping on that, right?"

"I do, where else would i sleep?" he asked you.

You giggled at his antics pointing to the comfortable bed he prevoiusly lazed upon.

His jaw hit the floor for a second before he snapped back. "Youre joking." You sat back in your bed.

"No I'm serious, come on, sleep comfortably atleast." You patted the place beside you as the male moved to sit on his side.

"Are you sure?" He asked not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

"Im sure, just relax and make yourself at home." He took off his boots with a slight flame he raked through his hair to dry it not willing to sleep on a damp pillow, he laid under the covers his arms behind his head.

You were in a slight daze at how quickly he did everything it left you amused. "Could you do that with my hair aswell?" You asked watching him prop up. "Sure, hop on." You sat before him, his arms heated up as he brushed his hands through your hair, steam rising from it, minutes later he finished messing with your hair letting it fall freely.

"Thats one handy trick right there." you admired his skill.

"I know right, youd be surprised to know how much i can do." he smiled proudly at his quirks, he discovered his abilites through various situations watching you listen to him rambling about his journeys made him feel right at home.

It was dead past midnight before he realised you were sleeping quietly beside him having fallen asleep by his tremendous stories.

"Like a kid." He snickered shoving a cover over your shoulders for warmth he doze off few minutes later himself.

For the first time in a while he slept soundly thoughout the night, he had a few dreams that were worse off however once he reached around the bed wrapping his arm around you they seemed to fade away quicker than before

You woke up that morning feeling a warm hand around you, you turned to face him, he was dead asleep, snoring lightly and peacefully without a care in the world.

The longer he stayed on the ship, fighting less with the old man and getting to know everyone a bit better, his sense of self seemed to develop a bit more.

He still had him bad dreams at times but having everyone near him meant the world to him, esspecially you, even tho he was slow with the upkeep of his problems with you, each time he came confessing his mind you shared a deep conversation with him, offering him a meal, a warm bed anything to make him feel like he wasn't alone in this world.

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[issybee06]

Discombobulated

Discombobulated

(adj.) emotionally confused or uncertain

……………………….…………………………………………………

The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. It was a B-ranked mission that took the two teams four days in the middle of the Earth country to complete, and they were just on their way home.

Kakashi should have foreseen this somehow, despite being just a Chunin with no Dōjutsu to see into the future. He still should have been prepared.

They all should have.

The enemy had strung on them when they were at their lowest, chakra exhausted from a previous battle.

Kakashi hadn't seen the man grab you, nor had he seen the blade covered in poison being stabbed into you, all he saw was the expression of pure terror Rin had on her face as she witnessed the scene.

He heard though, the screams of Kushina as she raced to you. The cried of Gai as Genma held him back from running after his sensei. Minatos calls to head to the cottage a mile back.

Now here he was, standing in the doorway of the Cottage as Rin and Kushina frantically tried to save you.

Obito, Genma, and Gai sat on the porch, eyes trained forward in horror. If you died… you'd be the first friend any of them had lost.

Kakashi, he didn't turn away. He watched as Rin, with tears streaming down her face, dug through all her medical bags searching for her antidotes.

He watched as Kushina grabbed a kunai to cut open your shirt and sports bra, and he watched as Minato held your hair back as you leaned over the shitty old kitchen table to throw up your own blood.

Your face, sweaty and flushed from the fever that was beginning to rise. Your pretty eyes that he had caught himself looking at were blinking tiredly. Your hair was wet, stuck to your face and knotted around your head.

Kakashi couldnt look away.

You were still pretty, he thought. Even if you looked like death.

Minato had to force him, pulling him away from the scene as Kushina pulled the fabric from your front, exposing the wound.

“You don't want to see this.”

Good Minato, who despite dealing with three kids in the middle of the war, still tried to keep them somewhat pure from the horrors of this world.

Kakashi, as soon as he turned away, knew you were going to die.

You had been insignificant to him for most of your lives, just another face in the classroom you two had shares.

You were nice, he knew that, but being nice got people killed and he was certain you'd die if you ever got into a battle. Back in the academy, you were quiet, nice, and friendly but insignificant to him.

You had changed since he had graduated before you, and left you to grow.

You turned into a fighter, not as good as Gai but you were above average. You fought with everything, all you had and it impressed Kakashi how much you grew.

Being Kushinas student must have done you some good, because you also held a fire similar to hers.

Maybe that’s why you had rushed to Genma, fighting the enemy that had knocked him out.

Maybe that’s why you had cut the man’s face, scarring him.

Maybe that’s why you were grab by your throat, held down and stabbed with the poison covered blade.

Maybe it was because now you were dying on a rotting table inside of an abandoned cottage in enemy woods.

Maybe it was because you were stupid, rushing to save your friend with no consideration for your life.

Maybe that's why he had grown to love you more than a teammate.

You used to be so insignificant in his life, but now you were everywhere.

*first post, might make this a series!*

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[iamjustaholeforyousir]

Walk Through Fire For You

part 11 of Look What We Became

summary: life is too unexpected, and blood is thicker than water.

warning: angst, violence, fighting, fire, slightly steamy scene.

word count: 3019

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10 part11

You were sitting quietly at the dining table, with your father and mother, contemplating your whole life, why you thought coming back here was a good idea, you do not know, but what you do know is, calling your husband here was an even worse one, you didn't know what you would say to him, you had not planned this through properly. What do you say to someone who has lied to you, from the very beginning of your marriage? The letter was also not now filled with love. It was true, you had no reason to go back, you weren't the queen, and you had no duty towards that kingdom, yet, except the occasional visits to the town.

Your mother was worried as to why you were back after mere days of the wedding. And your father was happy to see you at first, but then got accustomed to your stay, and everything went back to how it was. The taunts began, the domination, it was all overwhelming. 

Though you had never reached out for help, never told anyone outside of the family, never complained to your grandparents when they lived, never told a soul, too afraid it would break the family, too afraid your mother would blame you, too afraid of what your sisters would think. Being the youngest, isn't always what it looks like, it isn't always a joy ride, the most loved child of the family it is all said by some jealous older one, because in his eyes, you remained a young, untamed, bastard daughter, and in your eyes, he remained the object of all your fears.

Even in a crowd of a million people, you could recognize his footsteps, even in the darkest of rooms you could see his disappointment, even in the most joyous moments you could feel his agonizing gaze. 

He torments your dreams, and he tortures your conscious, he kills time by pretending to be the father he could never be, the husband he could never be, always doubting your mother, when he himself had a few courtesans, your whole body shakes with fear when he comes near you, you walk out of every chamber he walks in, you do not want to be in his presence, you curse the stars, for they signed you with death when you were born to your father. 

Harry was getting ready for the journey, while gemma was sitting on his bed, eversince you had left, gemma had come to stay for a bit, her husband was very understanding, if it were harry, he would let you ourt of sight even for a moment, wouldnt lwt you go anywhere just because someone called you. But since you wanted to leave, stay away from him, he respected that.

The thing he couldnt understand though was “why would she go back to that oaf?” he asked his sister, while he tried to tie his bow. 

“Imagine how badly you have hurt her, that she seeks comfort in her monstrous father.” gemma sys, dramatically, and harry turns around to givr her an unammused look. 

“You dont understand gemma, he is such a -ugh” harry couldnt find the words to describe a father, who torments his own child. If harry weas ever blessed with children, she would dare lay a hand on then, let alone beat them black and blue!

“Gemma, my older sister, princess, asnd soon to be queen, i make you vitness my vow, i shall protect my wife, Y/n M/N Styles, with my life, against any threat that is ever to come upon her, even her father, i shall do what i must.” he finishes and gemma just look at him, a look he cannot read.

“Do you thing she will be pleased by this oath? Do you think she will believe you care for hr bother?” 

“She doesnt have to believe, i have sworn it, and i shall stand by it.” 

The carriage is ready, my lord.” britward said

“You are my second most loved person britward!” he screams with joy.

Britward was an old man, who had acted as prince harry’s sitter. Harry had a sweet bond with the man, Britward was more of a confidant that Harry turned to when he needed advice, and Britward would give them in the sweetest of words as if it were merely a suggestion. 

“We shall leave now, before it is too late, takes a day to reach them sir. A tedious journey you have chosen,” he says “yet a necessary one.” 

“You are right as always Britward, right as always.” Harry says “See you soon, sister,” mocking discipline, and Gemma smacks him in the arm.

“King Y/l/n, a letter has arrived.” says Lucile, 

“Go on, read it out then.” your father says, while cutting a piece of pork

“King Y/l/n,

I hope everything is joyous in your kingdom,

I am writing this letter to you, inorder to announce my arrival later this evening. I am to take my wife home after weeks of her staying with you. I hope you have taken good care of her,” 

she read out, and your father scoffs 

“if it is not much of a burden on you, I would like to stay and dine with you. I shall take my leave early morning the next day. I do not wish to impose myself upon you, but to only converse with you about the woman I am married to, I wish to learn more about her. I do hope you think of my journey as worthy of your time. I wish for your well-being.

Regards,

Prince of Holmes Chapel.”

 “Oh this is lovely news! We must prepare for dinner!” your mother said, full of joy and excitement.

“Isnt in punishment enough i am entertaining this deviant that i now must entertain her husband too?” 

Everybody went quiet, you father had a talent for ruining moments such as these with his sullen face, and antisocial personality. He often treated those around him with great inferiority, as if the world was beneath him. 

“Dinner must be prepared regardless.” he says “That foolish boy wishes to not discuss my daughter but the estate, his father wishes to have it for himself, but I shall only give it to Prince Alexander, he seems worthy of it, and so does victoria, this one here couldn't even keep her husband happy, he sent her back to torment us,” he says

“Torment you?” you ask, and your father raises his eyebrows, that is when you knew it was your first mistake

“Dare you question me? Living as a princess has gotten to your head? Should I smack that attitude out of your body? Hm?” he asks, and you say nothing, lowering your head. If you thought calling your husband was a terrible idea, now you were sure of it. “I thought so,” he says before getting up and leaving.

You sigh, living here has not been easy for you, recently life has not been easy for you.

Getting up you make a beeline to the library, deciding to kill time till your husband arrives. 

You were woken up by a splash of water slapping your face, you open your eyes in panic and see your father towering over you. You don't remember when you fell asleep, and you definitely didn't mean to fall asleep, “you are so lethargic, no wonder your husband sent you back. Go make yourself presentable, your husband is already here.” 

Putting the soaked book aside, you slowly get up, still in shock, that is when you feel a kick to your back, which makes you fall down, “I SAID MOVE FAST!” you quiclky get up, and start moving forward, head low, when you bump into a hard chest and the smell of sweet-smelling dried leaves  hay-like scent, filled you up, looking up in pure terror, you see your husband, staring at your father, with the most hateful look, you have ever seen him give someone. 

His hands were behind his back, as if he was holding himself back from just lunging at your father, “apologise.” he says, and you wip your head to face him, but he stares straight ahead, “pardon?” your father says, eyes narrowing, as though prince harry had said something so out of the ordinary. 

“I said, opologise.”

You look back at your father ,terrified, “prince harry i-”

“I believe i wasnt talking to you.” he says, but hd never once looked at you.

“You best not be giving me a command boy.” your father says. 

“Oh i ought to, when you dont act like a king rather a man with no honor!” he yelled at your father. He yelled. At your father.

“Stay in your limits!” your father says, “in my limits? This my wife! That you so poorly abused! And now you opoligise to her! In fact get down on your kness and beg for her forgiveness!” he says

“Prince harry please dont-” you try,

“She is my daughter before she is your wife! If it werent for me, you wouldnt even have her!”

“I shall count ot three, andwithing thattime constraint if you do not opologise to my wife, i must do whatever i have to in order to protect her honour.” harry says, “what exact will you do! Hm?” 

“Prince har-”

“One.” your father doest move,

“What are you doing!? This is ridiculuous-”

“Two.”

“Y/n! If he dares to do anything stupid, you will not be invited back!”

“Three.” 

In that momnet, you see your husband walk towards your father, as you try your level best to stop him, hold ont ohis arm, but he just drags you along, his free hand reaches up to grab your father’s coat collar, while the other hand, that you were holding onto, comes down to your father’s face in a blunt punch. 

You watch in horror, as your father’s nose bleeds. “Prince harry! What are you doing!?” 

Then another, “stop it! Please!” and another “what are you doing please stop!” and another, “you are killing him! Please stop!” 

At this point you have left his hands, and are grabbing onto his back, trying to pull him off, “HE IS MY FATHER! STOP IT!” you say, tears streaming down your face, your father’s whole face his bloody, and his body is hanging limp in your husbands hand, 

“HARRY STOP IT!”

you scream, with all your might, eyes closed shut. 

Then your heard a thud, opening your eyes you see that he had dropped your father’s body to the ground, heavfing, he looked at down at his master piece. 

You run to your father, relieved he was still breathing, trying to make him sit up, but he only pushes you away, “you… are…no daughter…. No daughter of ….mine.” he says, but you only shake your head, trying to convince him otherwise, your face was wet with your tears, “a mistake” he says “I raised you…. And this is how…you repay me.” 

“What have you done! What were you thinking!” you scream at the man standing above you. But he doesnt answer, only clenches his jaw. 

“Your royal highness dinner is serve- oh! Goodness heavens!” a servasnt comes in, and sees you over your father’s body,

“Tell the queen that we will not be staying for dinner.” your husband says, and the servant scurries away. 

He then proceeds to take your arm, and pull you up. “We are leaving.” he says, and you don't recognise his voice, you don't recognise this person, standing in front of you, your husband would never hurt anyone, but then again, what did you even know of your husband? He tugs your arm, and leads you out of the castle. 

The carriage ride was silent, no one dared to utter a word. You couldn't even look at him, but he kept on staring at you. Your whole body was shaking with fear, this was treason. What you had witnessed was treason. You were a traitor’s wife, your father would never want o see your face again, your mother would hate you, and your sisters, how will you face your sisters after this. 

Reaching back to your marital home, you still didnt feel safe, you didnt feel safe next to this man, you once thought you were in love with. He was the true monster. This time you had been in an illusion, he could have murdered your father! 

He extended his hand for you to take, but hurry down the carriage, and rush to your room, shutting the doors behind you. Its wasn't a bad idea to call your husband, it was a terrible idea. 

Soon enough, you husband was there with you, but you both didnt say anything.  He walks closer to you, steadily, cautious, like a predator does to a prey, he lifts your chin up, so that you face him, look deep into his eyes. finding what little courage was left in you, you ask, “why?” but he just frowns in confusion. 

“For you”

“For me?” you ask, “you hurt my father for me-”

“To protect you-”

“Protect me!?”

“YES!”

“What were you protecting me from!”

“Him!” 

“He is my father! I do not need protection from him!” 

“No father treats his daughter like that!”

“He was just frustrated ans nervous-”

“Are you truly defending him?” he asks, as if mocking you

“He will never speak to me again!”

“GOOD!”

“IT IS NOT GOOD! IT IS NOT!” you scream, 

“Y/N! HE HURT YOU! HE HITS YOU!”

“HE IS STILL MY FATHER-”

“WHAT FATHER DOES THIS TO HIS OWN CHILD!” harry screams, as he slips the glove out of your hand, revealing the scars on your hand.

And you go mumm. 

“Dont you see princess, breaking that bond with your father has set you free?” he says, bringing your scarred hsand up to his face, his soft skin comes into contact with the coarse one of your hand, he kisses it, he kisses over every scar, and for a moment, you get lost in his touch, you let him pull you closer, you inhale his scent, you let him kiss your neck, let his hands slide around your waist, you just let him, not out of fear, not out of love, not out of anger, not out of happiness, you just let him.

Fresh tears start slipping down you face, and he stops. Looking at you, with concern, “are you alright-” but you just shake your head rapidly.

“The king would like to see you.” abigail comes to the room, harry nods his head, rubbing your arm, and leaves you alone. 

You drop to the floor, coming undone, your life wasn't supposed to go this way, you were supposed to live happily after you were married! You were so stupid! How could you not see this? Frustration fills your body, anger onwards yourself, towards Harry, towards your father, towards Deborah, you throw a candle against the mirror in your room, and fat tears of fear mixed with anger stain your face, as the candle burns your curtains.

Smoke fills your room, as the fire spreads across your bed and running towards the door, making it difficult to breath, you try to beat it, as you sprint towards the door yourself, but it catches up beforeyou could open them, trapped in the burning room, you scream frantically, for someone to come estignuish it, you ran towards the sofa, god was not on your side today.

After a bit of running around, avoiding the fire you stop, accepting your fate. After today, death seemed like the best option. 

“What were you thinking!” his father asked him

“I was not!” he retorted back

“Do you understand that you were married to his daughter not only because of her qualities, not only because we needed you to start acting like a prince rather than a simpering boy, but also to have good relations with other kingdoms!?”

“We have great relations with our neighboring kingdoms! And you are ought to not have any relations with a man like that!” harry says.

“He might be a bit crude, but what even prompted you to raise your hand on the man?”

“I only protected my wife.” they both had clamed down, “if it were you, you would have done the  same for mother.”

“What did he do to his own daughter that made you so violent?”

Harry doesnt look at his father, contemplating whether to tell him or not, it wasnt his secret ot share, it wasnt his problem? But again it was bdceause you were his wife and your problems were ought ot be his. 

“He kicked her.” 

What do you mean- “

That is when Harry hears your screams, and without caring about etiquettes or manners or anything at all he ran towards your chambers.

As soon as he reached the corridor, he could see his door on fire.

Harry froze for a second, he did not know what to say, you werent screaming anymore.

He couldnt hear your voice anymore, you were in a burong room, he might never get to hear your voice again, his fear slowly started turning into panic.

“GAURDS! WHY ARE THERE NO GAURDS!” he screamed, runnig towards the buring fire.

In that one moment, when his body cmae in contact with the fired door, harry did not care for himself, his only concern were you, only thing he was thinking about was you, oh how infatuated he was by your whole being, your existance, you just you. 

He pushed the hellish doors apart, to find a brning room. But no sight of his wife.

Frantically looking around harry ran towards the bath. 

And there you were, lying on the floor, as the fire fiercely surrounds you.

There you were.

A/N: fuck this, you know what, fuck it, lemme know if we want a next-life rebirth kinda shit.

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[cupiohearts]

DONT DISTURB THE DEAD ?! - gun, dg, goo with come back from the dead! s/o (gn)

a/n : THE WOMAN, THE MAN THEMSELF IS BACK

you were someone so memorable to GUN. he hadnt realized back then how much he loved but once you had left it was like a piece of him had just vanished. your reappearance felt like ascension.

gun admired you from the very beginning. in fact your fighting prowess was the entire reason you got scouted in the first place. it was unfortunate that you left them all behind. he grieved for months.

at first he was unsure what he felt in the first place. the reason why everytime he went out for a smoke, he recalled every moment when you would take it out of his mouth and stomp it. telling him he would die early and he would banter back and say that he already would.

he missed the small chuckles whenever you got drunk and would tell him an embarassing memory of when you were younger.

so when he saw you again all of his months in confusion had left him a final answer. he loved you.

you were different from back then (of course so it's been 5 years). you were more confident then back then, your face got more matured over the years and you wore a stoic look.

but he could still tell that it was you. the way that you had widened your eyes upon seeing him, he could find himself staring at every feature of you that he oh so dearly missed.

"i found you again..." the end of his words were let out breathlessly. the tension was heavy and you both stood there waiting for another word.

he found himself waiting for another word to hear what the sound of his future would be.

but for now he could deal with the talking stage. maybe he can once again earn all of your love and maybe he might become your man.

GOO was an eccentric person to day the least. you were once his right hand in command, following him everywhere like a baby duck. the most unfortunate part of that tale was that baby ducks get lost easily.

heavy breath filled the air, you heaved in everything you could. eyes were bloodshot as you went on the adrenaline all that was in your mind was keep running and dont stop.

you couldnt even hear anyone behind you, rushing past a group of people that opened up a path for you. in your mind it went into your old instinct where it said to find goo.

you missed him dearly, he probably did too. after being trapped inside a dungeon hell, you knew you needed to find him. your instinct had also told you that he would be there for you. it was never wrong.

"y/n?!"

a familar voice ringed in your ear. it made you stop running and look around. to search for the familar face before you caught him. he spotted you and hugged you so tight you couldnt breath, but you didnt want to let go even if it killed you.

you missed his loud laughs, you missed being able to make snarky comments at his frankly dumb ones. he was what you needed most.

the hug went on for so long. you released yourself from his grasps and took a look at his face.

"thank you for being here"

DG liked to say that he was a professional man and that he would never ever fall in love. or atleast thats what he would like to believe is the image of himself. falling in love with you was the best and worst thing to happen to him.

his mind was forever haunted by the memory of your face when you fell. your face looked haunted, the wind blew all the hair in front of your face and you fell. he didn't know what happened next, all that he could remember was screaming when he saw your body become tinier and tinier with a splash into the cold ocean.

for the next month he was traumatized by your face. lashing out at anyone who mentioned your name. overtime he gradually begun to accept that your were gone, the sleepless nights wondering if you were alive were all merely delusions.

but this- this couldnt be procured from his mind.

the image of you looked older than the one you originally had when you were younger. in all of his hallucinations of you, you looked the same as you were younger.

slowly he reached his hand to feel your skin. it was warm and lifelike. your eyes flickered up to his and with a smile you said "im back"

a tight hug on you had ended your sentence and you smiled in his arms. "its alright, i'm back" you patted his back. dg couldn't respond to you but he forever remembered your picture.

he didnt care how you survived, because youre here now. you were here now and it might be selfish of him to say but he wanted to keep you here forever.

"dont leave me again please" you laughed at this and nodded. tracing the words.

i will love you forever.

#lookism scenarios #lookism x reader #lookism #lookism dg #dg x reader #james lee #james lee x reader #gun x reader #goo x reader #lookism fluff

[bakuhoes-bxtch]

Warden!Sukuna x Inmate!Reader

Warnings: suicide mentioned (wasnt done), degrading, throat fucking, face slapping, and spitting (ONCE)

wc: 773

Notes: probs pt 1

Lets start off with the basics

You were in jail for something petty…almost

Petty being attempted murder

It didn’t matter, you acted out of self defense but everything was just against you that day

The jury was split and jail was bestowed upon you by some scrawny man who didn’t like how you glared at the man you almost killed…pussy

Jail was hell. It was smelly and 100% not your cup of tea

Fights every other hour, one pair of underwear, less than 10 minutes in a shower, it was everything you didn’t want or need in life

The only thing keeping you going was the warden

Suicide was an option during your first 2 weeks but the wardens visit is what deterred you away from any thoughts

He was tall, had pink hair, gorgeous tattoos, and just mouth watering to put it plain and simple

Basically almost every females wet dream

“Alright ladies you know what time it is,” His booming voice echoed through the cell block

This happened every 2 weeks, the warden checking your cell

Sukuna’s power in general was feared

The amount of power he radiated was overwhelming to say the least

You always found yourself with problems

Girls starting fights with you, hiding contraband in your room the whole 9 yards

You weren’t top in your cell block, however, you could very well easily take that spot

This time you were in the clear (or so you thought) you luckily haven't had a cellmate in a few months

“Congratulations y/n, nothing this time,” Sukuna whispered in your ear. He smirked at your face and rubbed something in his pocket

Your heart instantly dropped to your ass

thanking whatever god that was above. he found something but wasn’t holding you accountable…yet

He finished his search and left, a few girls were taken to solitary confinement

Soon enough you did find yourself in a fight, not swinging first aided you for once and you both were instantly brought to Sukuna’s office

“Couldn’t even wait for me to be settled in could you two?”

Your eyes were set on the floor, the girl next to you already allowing her mouth to run

Sukuna ordered her out immediately, sending her to solitary confinement

You however remained silent completely missing the questions and directions you were given

“I said, who the fuck put a shiv in your fuckin’ room?”

You were stunned but kept quiet

The world had always been against you, and the deep timbre of his voice and the small bit of anger laced in it made your thighs clench shamefully

“You never learn do you”

Next thing you know you’re in solitary confinement, on your knees with your mouth wide open to accommodate Sukunas thick and lengthy cock

Your eyes were glassy and tears were streaming down your face while you let the warden abuse your tight throat

His thrusts were sharp, not allowing any air to come through your mouth or nose for that matter

“Fuck your throat’s the best,” he rasped. “Thats fuckin’ right suck my fuckin cock you slut.”

He pulled you back and grinned devilishly down at you. You followed his cock eager to have it abusing your throat once more only to hear him laugh and slap your face

“You’re a filthy cock drunk whore aren’t you,” Sukuna asked. You whined and opened your mouth.

“Please sir, use me, fuck…please,” you cried.

He wasted no time with picking you up and forcing your head over the edge of the bed, giving him leverage to see his cock bulge deep in your throat

He couldnt resist putting his hand on your throat and stroking it opposite of his thrusts making him groan out, “Fuck, yes. God fuckin’ damn, take my nut you nasty slut.” he hunched forward and jackhammered into your throat, his hand tight on your neck while his balls were slapping your nose giving you the delicious lightheaded feeling

Feeling his cock go deeper in your throat made his head spin, you gagged at the perfect time, practically ripping his orgasm from him, “fuckin’ take it. Good. Fucking. Girl.” he accentuated his final spurts of delicious cum with rough thrusts

He pulled himself out and grinned at the mess of saliva across your face

“Open.” you obeyed and opened your mouth, earning a glob of spit on which you swallowed “good girl.” with a slap to your cheek he tucked his cock into his work pants

“Bad girls get reprimanded, if i have to I’ll put you in here time and time again until you act straight, you got that?”

You nodded your head with a dumb smile and watched as he retreated from the room, a small pep in his step.

lol

part 2

#🍄s thirsty #warden!sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna smut #sukuna x black reader #sukuna ryomen x black reader #sukuna scenarios #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jjk imagines #jjk smut #jjk sukuna ryoumen #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[queen-of-scissors]

Omg-- dude the undertale one gave me an idea.

If you could visit their worlds... whos to say that the guys in their world couldnt visit teyvat?

I mean-- they obvi cant normally but im thinking for the more "glitchy" games like Monika from DDLC affecting the code to visit you.

Or the more op characters or characters who have both the knowledge and ability to jump worlds like Sans-- mans both op af and smart af and has experience world hopping. Once he hears from froggy that you visited? Ohhhhhh bOY--

No but imagine-

İf Monika visited tevat İT WOULD BE SO CAOTİC??

ESPECİALLY İN YANDERE AU

Masterlist

Monica would know about all of the other games and casually go and tell everyone she met "im their girlfriend btw"

One day, you are in your teapot, doing paperwork and find a rather suspicious report about you.

One of your favorite items in your abode got stolen, just as the acolytes 'stoped' the said person they realise that they couldn't harm them.

They tought it was a monster that only you can handle so they asked you on guidance on how to beat it. Then they write the desctiption of the monster.

Wait a minute.

İs that Monika?!

Turns out she saw the food laying there and was like "oh their favorte food! Let me go bring them immediatly :D"

She is a sweetheart when she isn't deleting stuff isn't she.

Speaking of her coding powers, it didn't take long before she finds you instead of you finding her. And the dirst thing she was greeted with was... Another... Harem...

Welp time for a killing spree, you better stop her (and other yanderes from killing her)

And if you manage to calm everyone down, Monika would be upset, why did you cheat on her? She has godly powers too! She is even stronger than any of them combined!

everyone else calms her down and say that she will get used to it if she wants to date you, as if it was YOUR idea to go for a Harem and YOU are the toxic one??

.

Now about SANS the meme.

For some random ass reason, the first thing that came to my mind was "xiao and him are kind of alike"

They both traumatised, they both have a City to protect, they both can make stuff come out from the ground (xiao elemental burst, sans normal attack)

The only thing they wouldnt get along with is sans's lasyness. (Which we have a theory about that but i forgor)

OK BACK TO THE STORY

After being stuck in a timeline that the anomaly destroyed over and over again, he knew that all he could do to stop it is by meeting the anomaly personally, and kill it.

He went to alot of words, met alot of people, most of them saw you as a god. A god that created them. Even if it was true, it would only make him hate you more.

Did you create that world to torture them?!

He was in one of those realities, where you are loved beyond compare, and he was already thinking of giving up. But Heard one of them mention that they met you.

Now he couldn't go ahead and ask that person. He was a monster and they were a human, and they profably never saw a sentient monster in this world anyway. So he just followed the clues.

Which lead him to a... Teapot?

Well there was no ketchup in this universe and he didn't had a chance to eat anything since he came here, maybe some tea would help him with his hunger-

And thats the story on how he ended up in your teapot.

The people inside was actually nice, they gave him some food and drinks, without asking too much about how he looks, he just said he overworked himself down to the bone (badum tıssssss). He is almost sad that he is going to kill their god soon.

Almost.

After the meal he asked to see the god and they asked him "which one?"

???????????

What do you mean which one??

Theres more than one?????

Meanwhile, one your acolytes went up to you and told you that you have guests that is dead.

Ok its gonna be the first time a ghost wants to see you. What could go wrong.

" SANS?!???"

" Didn't think i would find you here, huh."

Of course there is fighting, But the thing is EVERYONE in your teapot has more experiance in fighting than him. And add that to being tired and having only 1 HP, He just gives up after the few attacks.

Don't worry, he has all the time in this world and other worlds, he can wait to get you all alone, and finish you once and for all.

He attempts to leave but guess what, now your acolytes are on the hunt for his head!

İts like imposter AU all over again, but with a skeleton that attemted to assasinate you.

İf you tell your acolytes the truth, they won't care at all. Yeah you killed people so what? You can do anything, they are your properties after all.

But they also understand his point of wiew as well.

.

Ok but what if sans is in a happy ending universe.

You played undertale, gave them an happy ending and left the game for good, didnt even delete it.

Then he would just want to meet you and be your friend personally, heck he even might bring other people around!

They still dont see you as a creator mind you, still an anomaly, But a cool one 😎.

İf he manages to find you in the teapot in that reality he goes

"Heya. You've been busy huh?"

"W H A T?! HOW ARE YOU HERE?!"

"Pretty good, thank you for asking."

Turns out he is pretty chill with others as well. ESPECİALLY CYNO -

"SANS PLEASE DONT TEACH HİM YOUR JOKES İ BEG OF YOU-"

"woah dude chill, im SANSing that you are mad at me."

#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau brainrot #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin isekai #genshin x reader #genshin x you #undertale #undertale sans #sans au #sans #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #genshin cult au #genshin imagines #yandere genshin #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin impact

[sandeoki]

His to protect pt. 2

summary: Y/N a hero, loved and respected by all. Seonghwa a villain, feared and frowned upon by all. both have been enemies ever since they can remember but what happens if Y/N appears at Seonghwa's doorstep at the middle of the night, all bloody and bruised?

t.w: swearing, mentions of death, violence, slight yandere vibes, rude!hwa, sassy!hwa, mention of blood etc.

< pt. 3 >

she was tired, her lungs were on fire and her feet were numb. her pace was getting slower and the people following her were getting faster. they were catching up. she couldn't run anymore.

she wanted to give up, to stop, take a breath and to rest. but she doubted the people following her would allow her to take a 'time out' and alas, she was right.

just as her pace slowed due to exhaustion, a large hand roughly pulled her shoulder, making her face a man clad in a black coat and pants. he looked like an agent straight out of a science fiction novel.

Y/n didnt have much time to judge his appearence before she was harshly pushed again. her back hit the stone wall and she realized just how doomed she was.

she was trapped between the stone wall and the man who looked as if he was about to kill her. she had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run off to. she had no escape.

tears starting rolling down her cheeks as she saw the man take a knife out of his pocket. just as she went to shout, her mouth were covered by the man's dirty hand. it made her shudder with fear and disgust.

all she could do was watch in fear as he bought the knife down to kill her, waiting for the pain to come. just as the knife was about to rip her apart, a bright light filled her vision.

she felt a striking pain fill her head as she sat up with a gasp. she looked around the unfamiliar surrounding. she was in a room, but it wasnt hers.

the room was well decorated and organized. the walls were a mixture of shades of beige, cream and white while the floor was carpeted. it certainly looked like it belonged to some kind of royalty.

she was laying on a king sized bed in the middle of the room, all tucked up and warm. she was still in her dirty and bloody hero costume but her wounds had been bandaged.

she tried to get up but failed, it was as if her legs had forgotten how to work. after a few minutes which seemed like an eternity to her, she managed to stand. just to stumble over thin air. right as she was about to break her nose, a gentle hand caught her.

"i thought you were better than this, you gremlin. falling over nothing? really? tch, shouldn't have underestimated your clumsiness" a voice all to familiar to her teased.

she pulled herself out of the the arms of her captor or well savior and straightened up. "why am i here?"

Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "i dont know, you tell me? what the hell were you doing at my front door at 3 in the morning, looking as if you just escaped death?"

Y/n stiffened, she couldnt tell him how she ended up like this. she knew he could find many ways to use that information against her. telling him would be a dumb move.

"what's it to you?" she grumbled out with her jaw clenched and anger visible on her face. "stop right there princess, if it hadn't been me, you would have been dead by now. dont you dare get smart with me. you know i dont like brats, little hero"

"as if i care about your liking. why am i here? why am i still alive? aren't we like, i dont know, enemies? shouldn't you have like, you know, killed me..?"

"calm down tiger, we may be enemies but i'm not a monster. i would never try to harm you when i know you cant fight back. now if you are done with your interrogation, i have some questions for you too. and you know how much i hate dishonesty, so you better answer them properly."

the 'otherwise' was left unsaid but y/n got the hint. all she could do was nod her head like an obedient child. "are your wounds still hurting?"

her head snapped up, she was expecting him to ask something like 'why she was being chased' or 'what information was she hiding'. this was a shock to her.

"uhh no...?"

"are you telling me or asking me?"

"why does it matter anyways?" she snapped. it was after she saw his glare that she realized how big of a hole she had dug for herself.

"lister here and listen well, you puny hero. if you think you can run that cute little mouth of yours around me, then think again. if i want to know how you are feeling, you will tell me how you are feeling, understood?"

all she could do was nod as tears filled her eyes. the same hand which had stopped her fall now came to rest under her chin as he sighed.

"shush now, i didnt mean to be so harsh, calm down little dove. save those preety tears for some other occasion, hmm? clean up while i make some soup for you, why dont you? and after you are done, you are going to tell me who did this to you so that i can track that bastard down and crush his neck myself."

#ateez #ateez x reader #che.rry ateez #hero x villain #hero! reader #villain! seonghwa #ateez imagines #yandere! seonghwa #ateez yandere #ateez fic