#in the lower right corner i figured it out tho

[softmaki]

a soft evening

summary; the setting sun provides a small moment of comfort before you fall asleep with your beloved

wc: 1k (on the dot!)

warnings; none, besides not being proofread and some minor suggestive commentary

character(s); written w leon kennedy in mind, tho open to imagination! might not fit energetic or cheesy romantic types, though :,)

a/n; first time writing or posting in years, hope u like it 😭 if I need to change anything lmk!!! and my requests are always open :)

The only source of light in the room was the stray rays of the sun coming through the window, casting a soft orange glow that made the small room feel cosy. The blinds were yet to be closed, but given how heavenly the warmth made his features look you didn’t want to move from your current position.

He hums softly as he feels your gaze lock on his face. You place every small detail of him into your conscience; the small birthmark that decorated his left cheek, the way his brows furrowed even outside of a professional environment, and the soft look in his usually steely eyes once he opens them.

You shake your head and mimic his hum in response. Your neck was starting to feel uncomfortable leaning on his shoulder and looking up. Shifting a bit, you feel one of his arms graze around your torso and then tighten at your hip.

He lets out a small grunt, one that almost passed by you, as he looks at you somewhat expectantly. You pause for a second to look at him and try to figure out why he paused his movement until it clicked.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and quickly pushed yourself up and onto his lap.

Unlike other times you were in this position, this felt much more intimate. You’re not sure why, though you chalk it up to the setting sun and quietness of it all.

With your frame slightly taller than his now, you get the pleasure of looking down on him and staring warmly into his eyes. You’ve already memorised his features, not only from earlier but also from all the countless other times you two shared such a close proximity, but you choose to look over and admire him again. And you’ll keep doing it as long as he lets you.

He hums again as you make eye contact, his arms that rested on your hips curling around your waist entirely. He trapped you in a tight embrace, pushing your face closer to his.

You knew he didn’t have any ulterior motives with that move tonight, and if you were being honest you much preferred the idea of simply admiring each other tonight than anything else you could’ve passed time with.

Your hands slowly creep up from his shoulders to gently hold his face, your right thumb caressing over his cheekbone calmly.

You note how his eyes close at the feeling of your hands.

Your left hand slowly shifts lower to hold his chin and tilt his head up more. His eyes open slowly at the feeling, taking a moment to focus on your face.

You smile at him and he returns it, subtly, with a twitch in the corner of his mouth. Though you know he’s too tired to fully form a smile at the moment.

You slowly lean your face down a bit, both of your eyes half lidded as your eyes flick to his parted lips. You don’t notice, but his eyes linger on your lips, too.

You smile again as you get close enough to feel his breath on your lips, and without a second pause you connect your lips. His thoughts turn fuzzier than they were when he feels your smile in the kiss, and a small tug at his heartstrings is duly noted by his brain at some point. You remain still for a few seconds, then lean in and deepen the kiss a bit. You hum out in satisfaction, though it’s so quiet that you both barely even notice it. Now he’s the one smiling as you tilt your head a bit, though the smile is quickly gone when you pull back just enough to disconnect the kiss, yet not far enough to remove the faint feeling of your breath on his cupid's bow.

His thoughts become clearer as his eyes open for the nth time tonight, and it’s now his turn to note your features into his memory. And it’s the same story as with you. Despite having memorised all the distinct features that make you uniquely you through your time shared together, he so greatly appreciates being able to just gaze at you and note it all to memory. Time and time again.

You both just stare at each other for a few minutes, your hand starting to caress his cheek again, though this time you simply lean your head down into the crook of his neck instead. Your right hand follows suit, but instead it places itself on the right side of his chest.

You feel comfort at the feeling of his constant and strong heartbeats. It reminds you he’s safe and it helps ground you and your thoughts each time. He feels your paused hand movement as you just feel his pulse, and he so strongly wants to say that it only beats for you. The thought of saying something so cheesy tugs his lips into a smile unwittingly, and he stops himself only because he deemed it too embarrassing to say such a thing.

And maybe he thought it would ruin the moment, who knows.

Your left hand drops down to rest at his side, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt and tugging ever so slightly as your eyes close slowly.

You start to doze off ever so slightly, and your ears perk a tiny bit at hearing his breathing slow down, too.

His grip on your waist hasn’t relented though, and you safely assume it’ll carry on like that into the night. You mentally chuckle a bit at the idea.

And after a few more minutes, you both fall unconscious. The last thought that crossed your mind was something along the lines of ‘God, our backs are gonna be SO sore in the morning.’

Although you didn’t find it in you to care, be it now or when it does happen. Because no matter what, you’d always choose his presence and warmth over your own short-term health.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 2 #re2 remake #re2 leon #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #re4 leon #resident evil fluff #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy fluff #fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #honkai star rail fluff #genshin impact #genshin #honkai star rail #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you

[folkwhorerain]

Safe and sound.

tess servopoulos x gn!reader

gif is mine<3 I want her to look at me the way she looks at Joel.

Summary: you get home after being beaten up by a stranger and, as you feared, your girlfriend isn't pleased by your conditions.

A/N: as I said in my previous fanfiction, writing is not my thing unless it's little poems or stuff like that, so I'm sorry if my writing skills aren't the best, lol. English is not my first language either, so I apologize for eventual mistakes! I promise I tried my best <3

Warnings: Tess (yep, she's a warning), violence, inappropriate language, angst and a tiny bit of sexual activity (not really tho. That's an exaggeration).

"Where have you been?"

When you heard the voice you usually loved you couldn't help but squeez your eyes in pain for the headache it gave you in that moment. You mentally cursed yourself as the action caused you a sharp pain near your left eye, right where you've been beaten just a few hours before.

You shut the door of the apartment you and Tess shared right behind you, not having the courage to look at her, knowing that if you did, she would lose her mind at the sight before her. Fortunately she acted like she didn't even acknowledge your presence, too busy counting the ration cards she was able to get that day.

"Nowhere." was your only response, not caring about sharing any more information due to the blood leaving a shitty taste on your mouth and your lungs failing to give you enough oxygen.

Tess just shrugged her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the new loot, which was greatly appreciated by you, so you didn't have to give her any kind of explanation to why your face looked like shit.

When you were able to squeeze your eyes enough to focus your sight on her, you saw the plenty of ration cards she had. Due to the work FEDRA forced her to do or some contraband, you didn't know and right now you didn't get yourself to care enough.

Your body crushed on the sofa with a loud thud, and you cringed at how stupid you were for not being gentle with the fresh bruises you had all over your body.

Tess heard you groan in pain and immediately snapped her eyes at you, tilting her head to take a better look at your figure. Consequently, you turned your head to the opposite side, not allowing the brunette to see the pain written all over your face. You weren't in the mood to deal with what happened, yet.

"What's the matter?" She got up from the kitchen chair and walked towards the couch you were lying on. When she noticed you weren't giving her an explanation and you were struggling to breathe, she forced you to look at her, taking you by the chin with too much force.

The action made you gasp in pain. "Shit."

"What the fuck happened?" You closed your eyes at the sudden raise of her voice, every sound making your ears ring, and now you were wondering if the hit you took didn't ruin your hearing. "Who fucking did this to you?"

Another groan left your mouth as you tried to sit properly on the couch, Tess tried to help as she sit right beside you, a hand on your lower back.

You licked your lip, sensing the blood coming out of it. "Some motherfucker cornered me in a desolated alley. That's all". Tears tried to escape your eyes as you felt your breathing becoming unsteady. The pain on your chest made you feel like some sort of water pressure was trying to drown you. "He was desperate for some ration cards and someone told him I had plenty."

"Who?"

"I don't know, Tess." You raised your voice in frustration. "I tried to be reasonable with him but he hit me in the stomach and threw a fucking bottle at my fucking face."

"Son of a bitch." Her voice was above a whisper. Nothing good. Too calm.

Suddenly she got up, urging herself to search for a cloth and alcohol.

As she did so, you tried to distract yourself with the city beyond the window. The sky was still a light blue with the sun shining high, illuminating the apartment you learnt to call home. Your eyes landed to where Tess was and you noticed she was already looking at you. She stopped her research for a moment, placing both her hands on the kitchen counter, furious eyes never leaving your body. By the way she was clenching her jaw and by the way her knuckles turned white when she closed her hand in a fist, you could tell she was beyond furious.

People usually feared you, not daring to even look your way whenever you'd walk down the streets. Everytime Tess was with you (which was 99% of the time due to her overprotective nature) they feared for their lives. And when Joel was on your other side, they even changed direction immediately.

Guess the guy who attacked you didn't know who you were. Maybe he was a new, poor soul that just got into the prison you called the QZ, trying to survive the strict rules FEDRA had.

"Tess, can you fucking relax for a moment?He was probably just a teenager. 19 years old, tops. You know these guys born after the outbreak never learned how to fucking argue." You scoffed, a breathy laugh escaped your mouth as you tried to ease the air that was getting heavier, of course you were not helping your girlfriend calm down.

She was dangerously quiet, probably thinking of all the ways she could kill that fucker. Then, after a few deep breaths, she joined you back to the sofa and kneeled in front of you, soaking the cloth with the Scotch you two drank when you allowed yourself to take a break from reality.

"I could think of other reasons you could be kneeling in front of me." Your flirtatious ways came out easily, making you recall the events of the night before, adorning your cheeks with a light shade of pink at the thought.

Tess couldn't help but smirk and you relaxed your shoulders knowing you could at least make her feel better. You knew she felt guilty about what happened. Tess never allowed you to got out alone for this very reason. The thought of you getting hurt worried her more than she liked to admit. She wasn't ready to lose another person.

"Shut up, okay?" She drank a bit of the Scotch to ease her nerves then passed the bottle to you. The alcohol stinging the cut on your lower lip, making you cringe. "Take a deep breath."

You did as she told you, shutting your eyes for what was to come.

"Fucking hell," You shouted as the cloth came in contact with your fucked up face, your hand now gripping tight her arm to ease some of the pain you were feeling.

She whispered an apology, her left hand never leaving your hip, stroking it a little. You placed your hand on hers, squeezing it in gratitude. The cuts on your knuckles from when you tried to defend yourself opened up as you did so, but you didn't get yourself to care. Her eyes met yours and she couldn't help but smile when she saw the adoration in your eyes. The smile didn't last long as she recalled some motherfucker risked to take that away from her. So she hardened her features again before licking her lips, thinking of her next move. "I'm gonna make him pay."

Your stomach dropped as you heard those words, not really surprised they came out of her mouth. Of course she would make him pay, just like she made a random man pay because he wistled at you while you were doing your daily errands. The blood you saw that day was so much you couldn't believe one single person could have that amount in their body. You were surprised he got out of it alive.

"Tess—"

"I fucking will, Y/N." Her words weren't the thing that scared you, no. It wasn't the first time she said them. What was scary was the calmness her tone held. Like she was talking about what to eat for dinner and not killing a fucking person.

You watched carefully as she got up, leading to where her gun was placed. You followed her as quick as your aching body allowed you to and placed both of your hands on her hips, firmly kissing her neck. Her back was now against your front and her head was tilted to the side. You smirked, knowing that you were about to have her where you wanted her.

"Bold move, Y/N," she breathed out when you moved her hair to the side to kiss the pulsing point on her neck. "I know what you're trying to do. I'm not changing my mind."

"I'm not doing anything," you muttered moving your hands under her shirt. Your fingers brushing her stomach every so often.

Tess wasn't the submissive one of the relationship, quite the opposite. She never allowed you to touch her without her permission unless she was feeling stressed or angry, just like she was feeling now.

You were now kissing her shoulder, causing her to shiver against your touch.

The smirk on your face was so big that you feared you could cause your wound to cut open again, but you didn't mind. If there was any chance you could keep her from getting in trouble, you would've taken it.

"So fucking pretty." You whispered as you cupped her breast. The action making her slightly turn her head to look at you, immediately attacking your lips with her own.

Bingo.

"Stop." She demanded with a shaky voice. If you thought she would've given up her new mission just for a few kisses, you were wrong. So, with all the strength she had to not jump on you, she detached herself from your body. "Maybe we could continue this after I'm done with that asshole."

You watched her as she adjusted the gun in her jeans, not giving you the opportunity to argue. She then looked for something in her drawer. What she was searching for you didn't know but you were sure whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"Wait here." she demanded before kissing your forehead. The simple gesture made you momentarily forget why she was leaving in the first place.

It was a complete waste of time convincing Tess to do something she didn't want to. She was persistent, a real pain in the ass from time to time, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for her. You well aware of all the shit she did and the bad things she would've keep doing even after you'd tell her you didn't agree with her actions. She was like that, it was impossible to change her mind. And you were still learning how to deal with it.

"I'll be back soon." She gave you one last look and with that, she left.

You huffed heading to the bed you two shared, convincing yourself a good sleep would help you ease the nervousness you felt knowing your girlfriend was risking her life just for something she could've easily shrug off. Giving the fact that you worked all day and that you took a few punches, tiredness overcomed your body immediately so you didn't even try to fight it when your eyes shut and your body relaxed.

•••

"Scoot." Tess said, startling you. Then she scoffed as she took off her jacket. "You always take all the bed when you sleep."

You briefly looked around and noticed the sun has since long set. Tess' silhouette was illuminated only by the moonlight.

You moved to your side and turned around, staring at the wall in front of you, your back now facing her.

Suddenly you felt a pair of strong hands around you and her hot breath on your neck, then a kiss was placed right on the crown of your head.

"Everything alright?" Despite the tiredness in your voice, the hint of concerne was evident in your tone. "You're not hurt, are you?"

She made you turn around to face her, silently giving you permission to check her yourself, which was highly appreciated by you. When you made sure there wasn't any sign of injury, you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You turned around again and she pressed her front to your back, caressing your side slowly.

"One thing's sure, dear," she whispered, gripping your thigh. "He's not gonna hurt you again."

If you read the whole thing I'm sorry for wasting your time thank you so so much! I hope this little piece of crap fanfiction satisfied your expectations.<3

#the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #tess x reader #tess tlou #anna torv

[simonghostrileys]

hi! thank you so much, i really appreciate your words 😌❤ and yeah the set did take me some time to make like around two days asdfghjkl but i love how it turned out especially the green gif, and sorry for deleting the ask! i answered it but got anxiety of it not being the answer you expected so i decided to make a tutorial instead on how i did that set (blending and color manipulation), but first i’ll leave some links to some great blending and coloring tutorials down below :)

- blending tutorials

becca’s, soph’s (which taught me how to blend) and alie’s

- coloring tutorials

becca’s, hella’s and sam’s

(personally i use becca’s tutorials bc we work in a similar way and they’re super amazing and were a huge inspiration and help me out on how to make this tutorial)

okay so lil blending and color manipulation tutorial under the cut

i’ll be using the first gif of the set you mentioned because it’s the one that needed the most color adjustments to get the red, other gifs didn’t need that much work and were fairly easy to get the color i wanted, so i’ll be going from this

to this

so starting, i work on each gif separately (crop, resize and color). the base gif will be the one where young aemond is looking to the front, tho honestly it doesn’t matter which gif you use as your base. once we’re satisfied with both of their colorings we go to the second gif which is the one of young aemond looking to the side, select both gif and coloring and click on the little folder on the bottom right corner highlighted with the red circle or just press ctrl+g on pc (cmd+g on mac i think)

we name it as ‘gif 2′ to know which gif is it and to not get confused. then we add a vector mask by clicking the little figure highlighted again with a red circle. do these steps for all the gifs you’re planning to blend, as it will group them all separately without their individual colorings overlapping each other

then we duplicate it and send it to the base gif and set the second gif to ‘screen’, though sometimes setting it to ‘lighten’ works too, it all depends on the gif so play with both to see which one looks better (trama = screen)

now is time to blend! for this i use a big brush like 200px, set to 0% hardness and 50% opacity, the bigger the brush and the lower the hardness, the softer the blending it’ll be, while using a smaller brush with an increased hardness, the blending will be sharper. we’re going to click on the base gif’s vector mask and with the brush set to black we’ll start to erase the left side of it, if we mess up then we set the brush to white by pressing ‘x’ and paint on it to correct anything. it should look like this

then we do the same with the second gif by erasing the right side and a little over aemond’s eye. personally i like to leave traces of both gifs so the blending looks smooth and nice. the end result should look like this

now is time to change aemond’s clothes to red! there are several ways to do this which is by using selective colors, hue/saturation, a gradient map or a new layer and paint over the gif, you can use one of these methods or several or all of them depending on your gif and the result you want to achieve. so we create a new folder atop our gifs and name it ‘red’ and create a selective colors layer, though the color isn’t that bright or strong i can see some green and maybe some cyan/blue tones on lil aemond’s clothes, so we adjust those colors to make the green pop up and set the selective colors layer to ‘color’, it should look like this

don’t worry too much if aemond’s face gets green and then red, we’ll fixed this later. now we create a hue/saturation layer, on the drop down menu we change the color to ‘green’ and drag the hue bar until the green changes to red or as close as possible to it, we do this for cyan and blues too (verde = green, cianes = cyan, azules = blue, sorry for ps being on spanish tho)

and voila! the green and cyan/blues had turned red

because the red looks dull and sad and needs to be brigthen up, we’re going to create a new selective colors layer and adjust the reds and yellows, like so:

you’ll notice that lil aemond’s face and hair has turned red, to get rid of that we’re going to pick up our brush, set it to black and start erasing those parts on the vector mask on our latest selective color layer. once you’re done duplicate twice that layer and drag one of its vector masks to our first selective color layer and the second one to our hue/saturation layer and delete the duplicates without vector masks, that way you don’t have to erase on each one of the vector masks again, just tweak each one to your liking, repeat this step for future layers

because i can see some yellow on left aemond’s hair and i want for it to be red so it blends with the rest of the color we then create a new hue/saturation layer, change the color to ‘yellow’ and set the hue to -65 and the lightness to +30. then we add a new selective colors layer and only work on the reds, we set everything to +100 though the cyan to -50. and lastly we add a new hue/saturation layer, change the color to ‘red’ and increase the saturation to +25. this will be the result. i’ve already done the step mentioned above about duplicating the vector masks

because there’s still some red on his hair and face and i’m lazy i select the folder named ‘red’, add a vector mask to it and just erased on it because i didn’t want to go and erase on each vector mask, too much work lol

i could very much leave the gif as it is but i felt it needed like a pop of color around it because the background is kinda dull and not that vibrant, so we create a new folder and name it ‘red layering’ (i need to name things or else i get confused), create a new layer, choose a vibrant yet deep shade of red (i’m using #b80505), pick up our brush (200px, 0% hardness, 50% opacity) and paint the background and a little over aemond’s clothes, set the layer to ‘tone’ and add a vector mask, like so:

i like how setting the layer to ‘tone’ gives his hair a soft red outline on places that didn’t change to red, like around the top of his hair. so next we duplicate the layer, set it to ‘soft light’ and the opacity to 40%, and with our brush set to black erase any parts we don’t want, like a little on his hair, his face and over his clothes, and apply the step i mentioned about duplicated vector masks and tweak to your liking

for this type of gifs i like to set the speed to 0.06, and voila! the gif is done! you can add in some typography if you want to c:

worth mentioning that other gifs won’t need that many adjustment layers, like the purple and green ones for example they only needed two selective colors layers and a little bit of painting on a new layer to achieve those colors. hope this tutorial was of any help :3c

#usergif #completeresources #allresources #userwolfkissed #usernik #userbecca #tusercora #userelio #coloring tutorial #gif tutorial #tutorials #mytutorials #ps help

[accessibleaesthetics]

You know, there is a way to easily solve the “alt text vs. image description” debate, and it looks like Twitter already figured it out.

[Image Description: Screenshot of a tweet from Amro Mousa (@amdev) reading “I made pizza with my kids today. Unfortunately, I left the chimney cap on and the oven got very near 1000F. Crispy pies as a result, tasted good tho! Customary gratuitous animation.”  Below the tweet is a GIF of the pizza cooking in the oven. On the lower left corner of the gif, it says “GIF” and “ALT.” End Image Description.]

Look what happens when you click that “Alt” button:

[Image Description: The same screenshot as above, but now an image description dialog box extends from the “Alt” button. It reads “A deep olive green, egg shaped pizza oven with a black stripe across the front, in the middle of which a large opening sits. Through the opening one can see a roaring orange flame to the left and a half-baked pizza to the right.” Below this is a button labeled “Dismiss.” End Image Description.]

If we could have this on Tumblr, I feel like everything would be much better. We’d still need image descriptions for some things, more complex images, but we could use alt text for everything else without leaving out non-screen reader users.

#accessiblr

[azulsluver]

I've thought about something and haven't noticed anyone mentioning it. So everyone know Azul has self esteem issues that involves him eating less to slim down. I feel like Azul would really care about his s/o looks almost to the point of Vil. Especially if he was to take Mc away to or near his home. He would want to mc to wear tight fitting clothes, have their hair alway done, expensive jewelry, etc as a way to show his former middle school classmates "You bullied me about my looks, but look at me now, and my wife/girlfriend to show it!" The worse it could get id if he was to lower their food portions to keep her a certain weight.

tw. yandere, starvation, unhealthy relationships, gaslighting/manipulation, pressured into marriage, self-harming mention

lets get into it

Ok, so just because Azul has self-esteem I don’t think he’d technically put all of his problems on you, emotionally that is. Personally for my yandere Azul would be the fact he loved you for you, he couldn’t bare the idea of seeing you in him. You’re special and unique in your own way, but I can see him putting you on diets if you ever complain about wanting to lose weight. 

Azul would spoil you constantly, if only you gave into him and vow to be his wedded. He would corner your emotions to depend on him, seek out for him because you’re not sure what harm he’d bring to himself and others. That way Azul can pressure you into marriage at the fact no one but you can help him have his happily ever after. Bonus points since he would do it in public too, and that you won’t be financially stable without his help.

To sum it all up Azul would weaponize his trauma on you, guilt tripping you until you cave in. Such as starving or even self harming himself. Because he wants you to feel bad that you can’t cooperate with him and be a decent couple. If not stopped by now he’ll actually pick up the habit to the point he might die. Azul is a pathetic man because he’ll sometimes let his emotions get over him, he knows he can’t run from the past and bottle up his emotions. But because you were there it just bursted open uncontrollably.

His mom is chubby argue with the wall, his mother would gush over you. Happy her son was able to find a partner who can take good care of him. Right? Oh, and she’s so sweet to you too, expecting wedding plans and talking about future grand babies. It’s enough to make you consider. Anywhere you go that included events as such is probably the reason why you’re dressed up so nicely. Tight or not, Azul loves the way the clothes stick to your figure.

Also I wanted to say Azul looks up to Ursula! He thinks her benevolent kindness was the reason she was famous, so that’s why I’d disagree with the whole weight part. I do understand the tight clothes, expensive jewelry with perfectly done hair. You’re so perfect in his eyes that no matter what people say about you couldn’t compete their standards, it’s his that matters. And because Azul prizes you so much he would fume if anyone would bad mouth you in any way, making sure to remember their face and feature to look through later. A man who would change his attitude and style just for you to be charmed.

Vil however… but that’s for another time tho:)

#ଘrambles #yandere twst #azul ashengrotto x reader

[lexa-griffins]

What are Madi's favorite ways to cause trouble or play pranks when Saige is born?

Madi adores her little sister and in general, she's pretty good at behaving while she's a newborn. Unfortunately tho her moms are understandably a little more focused on the baby which gives Madi plenty of room to get herself into all sorts of trouble.

The big one tho? There's a night when Saige is just inconsolable, poor thing keeps crying and crying, leaving both Lexa and Clarke exhausted, so much so they end up falling asleep in Saige's room, with dishes to wash, the rest of dinner still on the table. Luckily, Madi was an angel and announced she was a big girl and that she was gonna get herself to sleep alone so her mommies could take care of Saige. And true to her word she did, she brushed her teeth, did a messy braid like mommy taught her and got herself to bed. Its around 4:40 am when she wakes up, feeling like she slept an entire night. The house is quiet and despite it being dark outside still, she knows 4 is close to 5 and 5 is close to 6 so it should only be a few minutes before mommy wakes up so she's just gonna be a big girl and get out of bed without her mommas needing to wake her!

She rolls out of bed and peaks into her mommas room to find they aren't there! Maybe theyre awake already! So she climbs down the stairs, one at a time like momma taught her, but once she gets downstairs they arent there. So Madi decides they must be outside already and she wants to show them how she got out of bed alone! Her little cardigan hangs lower on the coat rack, she's been learning to get it on herself, which makes it easier for her to get it over her pajamas and out on her mud boots. This should have been the end of Madi's journey since the backdoor is left locked at night... if last night hadn't been a crying shit show, prompting Clarke to forget to lock it at all. With the help of the little bench, she uses to help Lexa cook, Madi opens the door, and she is on her way to find her parents, luckily the sky is already bright enough so she can move around pretty comfortably, hoping to find her mommas somewhere at the stable.

At 5:30 am, little Saige wakes up again, crying softly and waking up both of her moms. Lexa takes her to the little rocking chair to feed her while Clarke goes and checks on Madi. At first she thinks shes still tired and cant see Madis tiny shape in her bed because it's dark. But when she turns on the light and sees Madi's bed undone without her daughter there, she is suddenly completely awake. She searches for her first. Inside the closed, inside the little tent, behind the door. Nothing. She moves to their room next, sure Madi probably saw they weren't there and decided shed preferred to sleep on the big bed, of course. Nope, no tiny toddler occupying the entire bed as she sleeps. Nor under the bed. Well, shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

Lexa enters the bedroom with the baby in her arms right as Clarke is trying to figure out where to search next. "Clarke..... where's Madi? She wasnt in her bedroom..." when Clarke turns around, eyes wide, Lexa realizes Clarke has no idea where their baby is either.

"She might be on the couch downstairs?" Its clear Clarke is trying to stay calm but the panic is evident in her words. Lexa is fairing no better, breathing already picking up.

They run downstairs, praying that as soon as they turn the corner to the living room they'll find Madi sleeping on the couch or on the floor playing with her toys. When they find neither, their hearts drop. Lexa stays there looking around like a mad woman for anywhere a toddler could be hidden. In the meantime Clarke runs to the kitchen, ready to get her coat on. There, she finds the back door wide opened, Madi's jacket and boots missing.

"Shit. Lexa!!" Lexa appears in the kitchen in a flash, "her jacket is gone. I forgot to lock the door, i think she went outside." When they lock eyes they can see the scenarios each is creating in their minds.

Madi lost in the woods, found by a bear. Drowning in the lake. Taken by stranger.

There are flashlights in their hands the second after, the dawn light not enough for them to search for such a small girl. "MADI!!"

Clarke tries the shed and the truck, shaking her head no. Lexa flashes the light into the chicken cop, where every resident loudly complains of being awaken by the light.

Saige is crying again. So is Lexa really, and Clarke is only holding herself together by a thread. They're by the barn now talking about calling the police as Lexa tries to hush little Saige. Clarke is about to run back inside to make the call when a noise from the stacks of hay catches their attention.

"Dont cwy Saige! Is okay!" Madi, rubbing her eyes after her unprompted nap, coos as she approaches her mommas. She doesn't notice the way Clarke holds onto the door of the barn so her legs dont give out or how Lexa nearly chokes on a sob, "i thought you were awake alrlweady so i came to find you so i took a nap!" Madi yawns, smilling up at her parents "i got out of the bed alone like a big girl!"

She's carried back home by Clarke who gives her so many kisses Madi giggles as she tries to push her mom's lips away from her cheek. She doesnt understand why mommy cries as she holds her on the couch but she gets her favorite breakfast and cuddles on the couch with Saige and her moms, although she'd prefer not having to listen to a soft reprimand about going outside without either of them and after a lot of promises of not doing it again, she is rewarded with a tone more kisses ☺️

#letter opened #farm clexa #even when shes not trying Madi will get herself in trouble ajsjsoans #which really just describes madis life 🤣 #she was trying okay!!!

[cherishedteddie]

i adore your hair so much and have been looking to you for bangs w natural hair inspo! esp cuz wearing wigs can be a pain. do u go to a hair stylist or manage them yourself? also love the pink, ive wanted pink for ages and ages, how did that whole process go?

I have been to w salon probably 4 times in my life LOL. As a nurospicy person I am not a fan of the wait time and never knowing if I'll like the end results. Shout out the stylists tho, I like to have more control.

So for the past decade and some change I've been doing my own hair with the help of my aunt or sister. I started with and currently still use the Splat brand lightener(bleach) and have went through a ton of dye brands like splat, manic panic, arctic fox.

I primarily use iroiro now and what left over artic fox I still have. I buy dye twice a year around sales. I got a bunch of dye I'm december using my birthday coupon from Sally's and that should hold me over until the middle of this year depending on how often I touch up.

I don't cut my hair very often, I probably should 🤭 but when my bangs get too long I do trim them myself. You kidna gotta figure out your shrinkage levels.

For me, my wet hair reaches the corner of my lips and when dry rest right ony brow bone. If I want shorter, I cut a little more or longer cut lower.

And for maintenance I try my best to sleep in bonnets to reduce breakage caused by friction and basically anytime I'm not going anywhere outside of the house, I do a lot of hydrating, repairing hair masks. When I'm feeling lazy I simply just leave regular conditioner.

I also have a spray bottle and when I can help it (for styling at least) I used bottled water 🤭 in my mind it's doing something extra

I swear the running water be making my whole life extra dry haha

I hope this made sense and helps! Feel free to ask more specifies, and I can try to answer as best as I can.

I did like zero research when I got into this, I learned small things through my sister who had hair styling experience but career swapped before fully getting into it

[solarishashernoseinabook]

Hey folks, sorry for the slow updates lately! Once again, life has gotten in the way. Also this upcoming chapter of TRR is going waaaay slower than I thought it would.

To make up for it, please look below the cut for an excerpt from TRR chapter 23, a lighthearted scene of little four year old Halt (tho the scene does stand on its own, if you're not following TRR!) :3

(Note: the word for autism in-universe is phóg laechonnachie)

Summer, 613 CE – Year 15 of the Reign of King Brian O’Carrick of Clonmel

The rumour sprang up seemingly overnight. Phóg laechonnachie. Fae-kissed.

The first time Brian heard a servant utter the term in front of him, he fired him on the spot. The next week he fired two maids who were discussing it as they did the laundry. Three days later, he dismissed an apprentice groom who mentioned the laechonnachie, and didn’t care at all when the boy protested that he only meant that a little ring of mushrooms had appeared behind the stables, a sure sign that the Little People were there.

But the rumour didn’t go away. It travelled Dun Kilty in hushed tones, in shadowed corners where servants stopped to chat on their rounds, over the long tables where the staff ate their meals, from bunk to bunk amongst the apprentices before they fell asleep.

Phóg laechonnachie. Prince Halt is one of the phóg laechonnachie.

*

Halt was crouching by the edge of the woods, holding clover flowers to the stitched-on mouth of his stuffed rabbit Nínin. It was the quietest part of the grounds, and Halt insisted to Bridget that Nínin liked eating there best.

When he decided Nínin was done with the clover, Halt dropped the flowers he’d picked and straightened up.

Something caught his eye and he peered through the trees. Just visible through them was a pure white mushroom. Curious, Halt jogged over to it, pulling Nínin along by one ear.

When he got close enough he stopped. He burst out into a bright grin and waved one hand rapidly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It wasn’t just one mushroom, but a whole ring of them, perfectly encircling a massive oak. Acorns littered the area around its base, and when a squirrel darted through the branches of the oak dozens of them showered down to patter on the ground. The sound was delightful, and Halt let out a small squeal and giggled in delight.

‘What was that?’ came a voice, and Halt’s smile faded and he stood very still.

‘Could be one o’ them laechonnachie. Look, we’re near one of their rings,’ said another voice.

Halt darted into the ring of mushrooms and flattened himself against the mossy trunk of the tree, and peered around it. Off to one side were two of the apprentice blacksmiths who worked on Dun Kilty’s grounds. Their green tunics marked them as third-years, seventeen years old. To four-year-old Halt, that meant they were practically grown-ups, and grown-ups liked to get him in trouble when he got too close to the woods.

‘Laechonnachie?’ the first apprentice said.

‘Gotta be.’ The second apprentice lowered his voice. ‘You heard, right? About the Prince? So there’s gotta be some nearby.’

‘Actually…look, I’m from Celtica, I only came here a few years ago. What’s with this whole phóg laechonnachie business? What even are the laechonnachie?’

‘Shh!’ The second apprentice made a quick sign with his hands. ‘They’re the Little People.’

‘Oh! Them. We call them Tylwyth Teg.’

‘Yes, well, whatever they’re called, you ought to be careful of ‘em.’

‘So what’s that whole phóg laechonnachie thing about? What do some fairies have to do with Prince Halt?’

Halt had started to get bored of this conversation, but now he leaned in, trying to catch every word, even though the falling acorns and singing birds made it hard to hear.

‘Tried to steal him away, didn’t they? Twins are more susceptible to it, you know, because laechonnachie care so little for their own kids they hardly notice them, so they figure human parents won’t notice if one disappears and gets replaced with one o’ the laechonnachie babies. And there was this great storm just a couple months after the twins were born, worst I’ve ever seen, it sent this branch through the window in the nursery, so that must’ve been when they got in and tried to take him.’

‘Did it work?’

‘Nah, if he was a full changeling he would’ve been this ugly little thing. But the laechonnachie like to come back for the ones they tried to steal, y’see. They mark them for later. That’s where the word comes from. And the mark changes them. Makes them strange.’

The first apprentice looked at the tree for a long time. ‘Should probably go, then,’ he said. ‘I wouldn’t want to end up on their bad side. Should we leave them an offering? We always do that back in Celtica.’

‘Yeah, just don’t touch the mushrooms when you do.’ The apprentices each took a small thing out of their pockets and left them at the very edge of the circle, then stepped back. The second one clapped the shoulder of the first. ‘Let’s go. But hey, look, don’t go mentioning anything about the laechonnachie where Their Majesties can hear, okay? They hate anyone saying their little darling Prince ain’t perfect.’

The apprentices went off, and Halt slowly crept away from behind the tree. He didn’t fully look where he was going, and his foot nudged one of the mushrooms, bending its stem. Halt stepped back from it quickly and crouched to straighten it again, then stood and jumped over the mushroom ring so he wouldn’t knock over any others.

Halt fumbled in his pockets, but he didn’t have anything with him to leave as an offering. But he couldn’t just leave, because that would probably make the laechonnachie mad, especially as he’d touched one of the mushrooms.

A sudden idea struck him and he lifted Nínin so he was looking properly at him. ‘Nínin, d’you think the laechonnachie would want some clover?’

Taking Nínin’s complete lack of response as agreement, Halt ran back to the clover patch and picked up the flowers he’d left there, then ran back to the mushroom ring. The apprentices’ offerings were just outside the circle, but Halt reached over the mushrooms to sprinkle the flowers inside it instead, just in case that would make the offering work better. That done, he turned and rushed back to the edge of the woods.

He swore he heard a sound behind him, like the sound a breeze would make if it could laugh, and he stopped and looked back. Something colourful danced at the base of the oak, just on the edge of his field of vision, but when he turned to see it fully it disappeared.

Halt was struck by sudden nerves. He held Nínin close and darted out of the woods.

#ra #rangers apprentice #ra fanfic #the royal ranger #halt ocarrick #autistic!halt #my writing

[cledubs]

Long ask, more like an idea dumpster fire, cuz i was send on a brain rot over your ghost AU and also do love the history and story telling:

Tango being in his stage costume when he died tickle my brain the right way. Him being in it in his afterlife, messed up and burned ofc, but his stage costume just can't leave me. No idea if someone said that, but it make sense to me that he would be still wearing it after the shooting of the show, therefor when the smoking accident happened. Was to Tierd to change in the studio, didn't make it to the house to do so there. Tho it also might be my magpie brain speaking for the need of Tango in a sparkly red suit, even better sparkly red TAILCOAT.

Also the fact that his show lasted one season without him, actually shows that he was, in fact, unreplaceable and i think it's neat like, it kinda shows that the watch rate dropped enough so it wasn't giving the money to make more of it, so maybe the fans couldn't bring themselves to watch it without thier beloved host that past in so tragedy and so sudden? So the show just stopped airing after they shoot that one season with the coworker. And maybe if the show was popular enough maybe it shine some light into smoking and how dengerous it might get if you don't handle your trash correctly.

I can imagine that since Ren died in his sleep, his really not happy about spending the rest of his afterlife in his PJs, which from my like 10 minutes research on the topic, would be something similar to

-something between boxers and shorts

-eventually a shirt

Don't know what would be funnier, he constantly whining about it or some scenerio in which he ended up sleeping fully dressed and getting killed at the same time.

Also the "they thought they angered the god" is very on spot since many rulers where though as chosen by the God so revolting against them was like revolting against the GOD, tho it was more for the kings and emparors, but i can totally see illiterate town folks going crazy like "John the butcher was in silly goofy mood and killed the Lord that ruled over our home lands for the KING or someone who rules over him for the KING it's almost like killing the KING, JOHN"

The "Zombie Cleo" might as well be a title Bloody Mary style. Since the word "Zombie" wasn't used in English till late 1920', it could originate as "Undead Cleo" or something similar (which would refer to her sickly looks), that got changed into zombie with the age of internet. She might even be a local legend or something! Like a ghost hounding the castle, and since the castle is gone by now, she's hounding the streets

The unsolved, mysterious murder of the previous resident of the house might be a key reason why Pearl get to buy it so easy - it was cheap (the murder houses are more likely to be sold cheap cuz the crime lowers it's value bc most people don't want to live in it) and nice looking, and she was sure not scared of some old story (if she even knew it, sometimes it's getting hidden bc most people doesn't want to live in the murder house). And maybe they stayed in it after they find that it's hounded bc of that fact - let it be some contract that they signed or they wanted to help to uncover the mystery

For Etho, I wonder if in they future the knowledge of ghosts is common. Aka Does Ethos knew that he become a ghost or didn't and he thought that his trapped in between time and space or some shit that was blame on time travel and for millions of years he kept talking to himself with hope that some of his buddies from future will pick up and get him out, and eventually someone answered but and that someone was Joel 👀

Also, Etho struggling with keeping himself in one piece, but it's done for comedy not for angst, Jimmy manhandling one of the ghosts, falling on him, his body shatters like a glass figure, the head is rolling to the other corner of the house never to be seen again for the next week. It would be even more funny if he kept teleporting parts to random places unintentionally as a side effect of unsuccessful teleportation from a dinosaur's mouth. Just Etho functioning on a cartoon logic (Bdubs would probably also function on the cartoon logic, i imagine him bounce around like his a jack-in-the-box)

Actually the traditional and most commonly used method to execute a witch in Europe (therefore UK) was to burn her on the stake. That was the method used basically since beginning till the end of witch hunts. Sometimes they added gunpowder to kill her faster so she wouldn't suffer (gunpowder gets heated, explodes, instant death, no burning alive) the hanging is purely American thing (if not purely Salem thing, literally everything that i can find on hanging witches is about Salem). Do with this information whatever you want U_U

Jimmy the one legged ghost to Jimmy the phantom with phantom pains pipeline. Does it make sense? Absolutely not, his a ghost why on earth does he feel pain of any kind he doesn't have any nerves. But to be fair when your missing a leg there's no nerves in it either so. Anyways writing it just for the irony of a ghosts with ghostly pain in his non existing leg. Also i think it would be freaking sad if Jimmy sometimes was forgetting that he doesn't have that leg not only bc he died shortly after he lost it but especially bc his a ghost and he have (probably) no body weight what so ever so he still just doesn't notice sometimes.

The idea of Scott thinking that his really drunk at first, and he shouldn't drink so much at the party cuz now his sick in the bathroom, looking like a mess, alone, and if he will not get himself together in the next couple of minutes he will start the new millennium like so. The idea of Scott thinking that he will welcome 2001 with a terrible hangover, and will swear to never get drunk that bad even again, just to die 2 second into the year.

I think i run out of things to say, so for the exodus i will just say: I adore the mantal image of Joel, an unhinged looking viking, loosing his viking mind over seeing Oli The Theater Kid. And most important everyone who's younger then Grain/Scar having absolutely not a clue what's going on.

Have a nice day, good person of Trafficblr, sorry for the rambling it 3am

this ask literally made me so happy that i got lightheaded and had to take a break from reading it i literally love this so much you don’t understand

everything about this is perfect and i love it and “unsuccessful teleportation from a dinosaur’s mouth” is my new favourite sentence

thank you for the information on european witch executions!! i’ve only ever researched american ones sooo

thank you so much for sharing your thoughts !! it was so fun to read and i’m very glad that you take your time to think about this au !! honestly it’s so cool to see how people see this

#sam.ghostau

[chocolatebageltje]

Hey, if you are on desktop, then on the right upper corner should be a menu. Pick tiny person icon and scroll down to 'follower to weed bots out. If you are on mobile, tiny person icon should be in the lower right corner. then you have a menu above your icon and in the right corner sould be a settings wheel. Tap and scroll down to followers. I always take a look at the blog, but if it's insta hot body pic? Or maybe generic icon, but one or several post with link 'to hot girl or 'hot sex game? then it's shotgun noise, blog gets reported and blocked. (on desktop you can immediately report someone by clicking on the three dots. if you open the blog to take a look, it's in the menu below the user icon)

Ayo thanks so much for this, I found it!! 🎉 Imma get right on to blocking them and seeing who else followed me lmao. Fr tho I never actually used Tumblr in ye olden days bc I found it so hard to figure out but now that I'm here it's actually such a peaceful platform lol. I still barely get how everything works but once you're there it's pretty good vibes imo

#asks

[realhankmccoy]

so i had a new nightmare

Hank Cravin's New Nightmare

i kinda wondered if they were a babycuck stand-in

but i can't even remember the nightmare i had about babycuck just days ago

which is freaky because i you know did write it all down but still nope just gone

life's a freaky thing sometimes

anyhow last night's nightmare

i was working on writing this song Billy Corgan was in the car and i was asking him for advice this was at the rival gas station to Kwik Trip in my town sort of kitty corner to the trailer court (tho this is not relevant to the dream)

i once got yelled at for riding a bike across the parking lot by some local tough high school student employee

before it became a Whatever It Is some obscure chain not even quite a Casey's

anyhow lots of bacck and forth between my dad's basement and this song i was trying to get right which maybe was somewhat similar to Rhionceras only faster and more rock

and i was embarrassed and somewhat ashamed of asking for Billy Corgan's help when i wasn't even trying hard enough to play it in an audible way in the car

getting out at this gas station, one of the employee a gas station attendant tho i didn't know he was an employee yet

flicked a cigarette butt at me

but then for whatever reason, 'we' (whoever 'we' were) soon were stuck at this gas station as i found out this guy was an employee and i needed to tinkle my pinkle in the bathroom as long as i was there

'we' turned out to be Melissa (also known as Wisconsin's crazy wolf lady), my mother and I

the cigarette-flicking employee looked a lot like Jaimie (who was always a nice guy -- he once bought a Stewie Griffin jacket for Heather)

that sort of mop top haircut, looking sort of lower end of lower middle class

only in this dream he was gay

and he was hitting on me

and he flicked water at me, some of it splashed in my hair after i turned him down

it was water tainted with gasoline

which is not what you want somebody who prior fliced his cigarette but at your face to be splashing on your face and hair

then he announced to the warehouse (somehow the gas station was a massive warehouse now) that he wants to go on a day with me

there were maybe 4 or 5 people around hearing that

and i had no idea how he even Knew I was gay

and i sort of said oh no thanks i'm not gay or something

out of fear of him and wanting to let him down gently

and then i was trying to get away from him in the warehouse

i told my mom and melissa what was going on and why i was worried

they weren't worried and thought this guy couldn't really be a real threat

but he was of course he was

coming around every corner it seems to talk to me

to look for another opportunity to make a pass

until i was running

run run run down the stairs jump down the stairs

all over the warehouse even though i knew it was so big and bottomless seeming i'd prob never get away only driving myself deeper into the hopeless trapped interior of the warehouse but what else could i do i was in a panic i had to run had to get away

untill he finally had me

he was both above me like in BJJ and behind me in way and he had his hands on my neck tho really on my shoulders in a way

and it was going to be the end for me

he was either going to finally light me up

or possibly just snap my neck

and then i woke up

so... ? what does it mean?

i don't now if i want to hazard a guess, as Against Interpretation is coming to mind and my brain already seems intent on finding connections to thinks like Babycuck and Babycuck that certainly did not feel like they were there in the nightmare

i mean you could find anything if you interpret a certain way

my mom's dismissal of the threat -- she was horrified in the dream to finally figure out the threat -- reminded me of this couple that were always sexing me up when I lived in Florida and were scared of them and she was dismissive over the phone

and i don't really think the dream is about that was it?

maybe it was?

i don't really seem to like that in this dream

'letting billy corgan' (a rich establishment celebrity) down and 'my mother not listening well enough' (an actual person in my life)

was occurring

this all just seems classist, sexist, and homophobic for a dream

and yet i have plenty of fears of poor people, gay people, and women it's true... im realistic and know all these things can harm you in different ways... of course it's nothing like conesrvatives fear where they think everyone's an ideological zombie who thinks those categories can do no wrong

well, i guess i don't really know precisely the point of this nightmare

which makes it more disturbing to be left with upon waking

guess i'd better make some coffee now.

#nightmare #nightmares

[vquacki]

Gang Threats

Gang Threats

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, violence, mostly fluff tho MINORS DNI

Note : this was requested! I hope everyone enjoys <3 ALLso thank you all so much for 180 followers!

R I N D O U

Your knees buckled, almost tripping over yourself as you ran up your complex stairs. Ramming into your front door, the pain in your shoulder forgotten. Your mind focused on the fact you almost just got jumped by a bunch of grown men.

Quickly twisting the door knob open, slamming it shut once you were inside. You grasped for air, dropping to your knees as you clutched your chest. Feeling your heartbeat pound against your ribcage, almost feeling like it would rip right through.

Everything felt so heavy, all the pain coursing through your body cating up to you as you sat knees planted on the wooden floor. Tears quickly spilling past your eyes

“Y/N? What's with the ruckus?-” Rindou appeared, one towel wrapped around his lower half while another towel was resting on his head collecting all the droplets of water from his hair. His glasses probably still on the bathroom counter, as he was in the middle of taking a shower before he heard the door close harshly.

Rindou’s eyes widen at your state. your cheek bruised, arm reddened from someone's grip, your clothes dirtied with mud and rips.

“Rin..” Your eyes soften, seeing your boyfriend.

“Rin” you cried louder, your free hand reaching towards him. Like a child clawing for their parents, bending down he engulfed you in a hug. His hand wrapping around the back of your head, while the other held your waist.“Y/N what happen?” Rindou whispered as he rubbed the back of your head, trying his best to comfort you.

“These men,” You halted, trying to catch your breath in between your own cries. “They wanted to know something about Bonten..” you continued as you hugged him tighter, not even believing that you were safe in his arms.

Not believing that you could've been dead in the street right now if you had not ran for it while you could.

“They were threatening me, saying i'd die if i didn't talk” You sobbed.

“But I didn't say anything!” You leaned back in his grasp, staring into his violet eyes. Reassuring him just in case he had any doubts about you spilling anything he had told you about the gang.

“No Y/N” Rindou couldn't believe his ears, he had absolutely no doubts that you would run into some guys every now and then as you were one of the bonten executives significant others. But he couldn't fathom the fact that you'd be worried about that out of all things.

“I'm just glad you're safe,” Rindou smiled at you as he stroked the back of your head. Sliding his fingers down your hair, trying to comfort you.

As soft as he looked right now, he could not bear the fact that you were hurt by a bunch of lame people trying to get answers about Bonten. His anger almost boiling through the roof, but he tried to hold it in as much as he could, especially in front of you. Don't misunderstand though, they definitely weren't free from punishment. Their future is beyond recovery.

R A N

There you were, curled up in the corner of your bedroom. The light from the hallway fading into the darkness of yours and Ran’s shared bedroom. Your trembling body, your arms hugging your knees as a blanket was draped over you.

“Baby?” Ran’s voice echoed through the hallway, along with the light sound of his footsteps approaching your room. He stood at the doorway, shocked. Tears continued to spill from your eyes as you looked up at the man.

“Baby.” He kneeled down to your figure, pulling you into his arms. Letting you sob into his shoulder as he tried his best to comfort you.

“I'm here.” he whispered, resting you on his lap. You both sitting on the floor, limbs intertwined with each other.

“They tried to take me Ran..” You cried, tears slowing down as you tried to explain yourself to your boyfriend.

“They were going to torture me,” your own eyes widening from your words.

Ran sat in silence, waiting for you. His eyes empty, no emotions in his purple orbs.

“Pluck my nails until I tell them everything I know about Bonten.” you looked up at him, noticing his eyes, his emotionless expression. You shook your head, quickly placing both hands on his cheeks.

“I swear! I escaped before they could touch me. I didn't say anything!” without another word Ran pulled you back into his arms. You yelped at his sudden movement, the fear you felt descending from your body.

“You did good, my good girl” Ran gave you a chaste kiss on your temple before nuzzling himself into your hair. He continued to whisper loving words into your ears until you were fast asleep in his arms. Picking you up bridal style, he gently placed you on the bed. He sat next to you for a minute, just observing your cute features.

He brushed his knuckle under the redness of your swollen eyes. Giving you a quick kiss before pulling the covers over your body. Heading straight over to his nightstand, swiftly pulling at the drawer, revealing his white cotton gloves with his extendable baton.

“I'll be back darling” his footsteps making their way towards the door.

Hours had passed, the birds were chirping and the sunlight was peaking past your living room curtains. You woke up not too long ago, Ran nowhere to be found. you sat on the couch, your fingers rubbing your swollen bulbs as the tv was playing in the background.

Your ears perked from the sound of the door knob turning, rushing directly towards the sound. A blood covered Ran stood in the doorway, a smile on his face as soon as he saw you speed walk to him.

“Blood?” you asked, one brow raised.

“It's not mine honey”

S A N Z U

You ran for the alleyway, almost tripping over the garbage scattered across the floor. Your breath uneven as you ran for your life. You let out a yelp as you rammed head first into a hard chest. Looking up you noticed the pink-ette looking down at you. His blue eyes widen, realizing it was his beloved girlfriend.

“Y/N, why are you running through an alleyway meant for selling drugs?” his brows knitted together before a grin emerged.

“I guess you're getting into the pills now, huh? Am I rubbing off on you, sweet cheeks” his playfulness deteriorates as he watched you crumble under him. Eyes welling with tears, your hands making their way onto his button up.

As he was about to speak, three familiar faces appeared in the alleyway. “Shit, he’s here” “fuck it, let’s just run” the two men on the left mumbled before making a run for it. The third following right behind them.

“They wanted to get back at you..” You whimpered, your fist tighten around the cloth of his shirt. Sanzu sat in confusion before it finally clicked.

Sanzu was known to punish his subordinates as well as any traitors to Bonten.

This was probably done by one of those lowley punks, thinking they could threaten his dolly and somehow escape unscathed. ‘How dare they’.

Oh how they were in for it once he got his hands on them, their deaths would be slow and painful. He had no intention of giving them his mercy whatsoever. His heart almost skipped a beat just thinking about it, their screams echoing throughout the warehouse walls. But this wasn't the time, his Y/N was in pain.

“Don't worry Y/N, you are safe now.” his warmth surrounding you, his touch making your tense shoulders soften. Letting your tears flow, soaking his shirt. He was going to spend the remainder of the night spoiling his doll with everything, cuddles, massages, clothing, anything for his woman.

End Note : Let me know what you thought! >.<

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo revenger x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #haitani ran #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #haitani rindou x reader #haitani ran x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers anime #tokyo revengers izana #tokyo revengers takemichi #izana kurokawa #manjirou sano x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers draken #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya

[prrism]

–❄ here. Thanks for answering my ask and yes I am gonna add a request ^–^

Can you make a Genderfluid!Reader who's a Wandering Potion Maker/Mage and a Older Sibling Figure to C!Tommyinnit?

They met during exile when Reader visited Logstedshire when Reader delivered some potions for a client named Dream. They quickly bond over until wanderlust struck and Reader had to leave.

Fast-forward to when Dream escaped prison and chased Tommy.

The minor in desperation, ran into a lake far from the SMP, and was cornered by the escapee. As that runaway criminal raised his hand to strike the child with his weapon, a harming max tipped arrow whizzed and struck the hand holding the axe/sword Dream was holding, which caused the man to howl in pain. Tommy observed and saw caution and hesitation as the manipulator left, but not without a threat to top it off. Out of the leaves and branches came his savior, a person he wanted that came when he needed them the most, just like promised. His sibling.

Cue Reader taking Tommy in and asked him to travel the world with them, which he complied. And obviously Shroud was with them.

Also a few facts if needed.

× Reader is skilled at crossbows and tridents.

× Due to the efficiency and power of the reader's potions, they're nicknamed as "Aeon Witch". Techno even has heard and became a customer, calling them "Asteria/Astraeus/Chaos" [Both Titans of Astrology and Chaos is the embodiment of the Void/Nothingness. I can't find another God who can fit Hecate, The God/Titan/Deity of Witchcraft/Magic, so take this instead].

× Reader gave Tommy a Crossbow with his motifs/colors painted and Tommy gave the Reader a Heart Of The Sea.

× Reader is obviously neutral and doesn't bother themselves on war and all.

× Reader is an early bird/one of the server's first.

Thanks for reading this. If it's against your boundaries/rules or you can't write it, feel free to delete ^–^

Wow this is by far one of the most descriptive asks I’ve ever gotten (not like I’ve gotten a lot, lol) and I may have misread some points but this was really fun and I’m happy to have written it for you. Sorry it took forever, I hope it turned out good

Wanderer

Summary: Whenever Tommy needed someone the most you always came at the right time…

Characters: Tommy x genderfluid!Reader

Relationship: platonic, familial

Pronouns: he/she/they (mostly kept neutral tho)

You checked then double checked to make sure you had the coordinates correct, when you were sure this was the right place you look around at the landscape in front of you. There wasn’t much to see, aside from some mobs there was hardly a living soul in sight.

“Is this really where they wanted the order dropped off?” You wonder aloud.

“Drop off what where?” You jump in surprise at the sudden voice, spinning on your feet you aim your trident at whoever startled you. The person, or rather ghost, holds up his hands in surrender. “Oh! I’m sorry for startling you, it’s just people don’t come by the area often.” He says, offering you a smile. Slowly you lower your weapon.

“It’s alright…” You trail off, realizing you didn’t get his name.

“Ghostbur!” He happily replies, catching on.

“Ghostbur. Do you mind telling me where I can find a man by the name of Dream? The coordinates said this was supposed to be the drop off, but no one else is here.” This makes the ghost’s face brighten up.

“Are you by chance the Aeon Witch?” He asks, you’re now the one smiling as you nod. “It’s lovely to meet you in person! You just missed Dream but I can show you where you can put the items until he returns!” You’re quick to follow him, his friendly mannerisms making it hard not to want to trust him. You follow the ghost until a chest labeled payment comes into view. “Here you are! You can drop the items into this chest and claim your payment.” You look inside the chest to find the appropriate payment of diamond and emeralds left inside, accepting it before placing the few potions and tipped arrows you made for the order.

“Well thank you very much for the help, Ghostbur. I would’ve been searching all day if you hadn’t come along.” You thank, he giggles.

“You’re very welcome.” He beams before his expression drops slightly. “Do you think you could do me a quick favour?” He suddenly asks, you give a short nod and wait for him to continue. “I have a friend not too far from here, do you think you could pay him a visit? I know it must be very lonely out here for him, I think a new friend like you could help.” He asks, almost like a subtle plea, pointing to a wooden fort in the distance. How could you say no, after all it’s not like you had a lot going on now that you dropped off your order.

“Sure, I’ll pay your friend a visit.”

“Oh wonderful! Thank you so much!” Ghostbur’s practically jumping for joy at your agreement, he gives you a quick hug of gratitude before departing. You make your over to the wooden structure, inspecting the outside of it finding a sign reading Logstedshire.

“Quaint.” You mutter to yourself.

“Ahhh!” The sudden scream has you spinning around, ready to draw your weapon, until your eyes land on a blond teen looking… not in the greatest shape to say the least. You’re about to say something but he speaks up again. “Someone actually came to visit?! Holy sh- this is great! Don’t know who you are but it’s fine.” He cheers simply for your presents in the same area as him. Your expression softens at this, seeing his physical state and his reaction to a stranger coming to visit really spoke a lot about his situation.

“Hi, my name’s (y/n). What’s yours?”

“Name’s Big Man Tommyinnit! But just Tommy works too.” He says with a look of pride in his eyes, you chuckle at his antics.

“Nice to meet you Tommy. Why don’t you tell me all about yourself?” This really brightens the boy up as he starts talking your ear off about anything and everything he’s been up to.

The two of you share stories with each other, you talk about your job and travels across the server and even beyond, while he talks about the wars he’s partaken in and his discs. When you both slowly run out of stories to tell you start making jokes and poking fun at one another, you smiling when you see Tommy let out a genuine hearty laugh you’re sure he hasn’t had in a long while. Alas, time can only last for so long, the urge to get back on the road too strong for you to deny.

“Well, while I have to say it’s been amazing getting to hangout and talk with you, the road calls to me. I have just enough time to make it to…” Your voice trails off as you plot your next route. A saddened sigh bringing back your attention.

“Man, must be nice getting to travel wherever you want, free of rules and worries.” Tommy leans his head against you for a second before moving away just as quickly and turning to give you a smile, though this one looks just slightly more forced. “But it’s fine, Dream should be back in a few days so I’m not going to be alone for too long.” You can’t help but frown at this, from what you were able to gather while talking to Tommy was that he was in this exile because of Dream, sure there were other factors at play too but the man still brought this teen to be left in isolation over a mistake he very much didn’t commit. Worse still, you noticed that despite everything Dream’s done to Tommy, he was still convinced they were friends.

“Hey, you know what else is nice about being a wanderer with no rules or worries?” He looks at you curiously, waiting for you to continue. “I can come back to visit whenever I want.” The forced smile turns back into a large genuine one.

“For real! You’ll come back!?!” You nod and he nearly tackles you in a hug, you chuckle and start ruffling up his hair, turning into full laughter when he starts whining and trying to shove you away…

As promised you came back to visit as often as you could, telling of your travels and trades, Tommy would always listen intently to each tale you told. Oddly enough you’d somehow time your visits when Dream wasn’t around, probably for the better honestly, it was good and seemed to help boost Tommy’s moral whenever you’d come by. However one trip told a different story when you arrive only to find Logstedshire blown to pieces and Tommy nowhere to be found. You look around, only spotting a tower that leaves a slightly uneasy feeling in your gut when you stare at its looming shape, with a sigh you decide sticking around isn’t going to make things better. Besides, you did still have one more delivery to make in the tundra and time was of the essence.

Wandering through the frozen landscape you keep looking at the coordinates you were given, they changed every time you delivered orders here. Finally approaching your destination you see two figures in the distance, the falling snow making it a little confusing to make out any distinguishing features, weary you approach with more caution, one hand resting on the crossbow strapped to your belt.

“State your business!” You hear once you’re closer.

“I’ve come to deliver Chaos!” You call back, using the code phrase given. There’s a soft sigh of relief before the anarchist finally approaches you properly. “I believe you’ll find everything you asked for here.” You say holding up the various potions and arrows he requested. Searching around he grunts in displeasure before turning and shouting to the second figure in the distance.

“Tommy! Did you steal my diamonds! I told you I needed those! Get over here!” He shouts, you feel a sense of joy and relief wash over you at the mention of the teens name.

“Lighten up man, remember we- (Y/N)!” The blonde nearly tackles you to the ground, he wasn’t even fully going for a hug just tackling you, making you laugh.

“Good to see you too big man.” You say bringing him in for a noogie, he whines about it because of course he does, you were just happy to see him in a much better mood and looking a lot better then he did in exile. After a short explanation to a confused Techno you handed over his order as Tommy “begrudgingly” payed you.

Things were good for a while, getting to chat and catch up about everything so far, but ultimately the call for travel beckons you to take your leave. Now that Tommy had a comm again he relentlessly messaged you, asking about your travels and what you were up to, you happily answered all his questions while asking him the same, being able to keep up with all the happenings around the SMP. From wars to final confrontations to building a hotel, he filled you in on everything he could while you did the same for him. However one day the messages stopped coming, the last thing he told you was he needed to pay Dream one last visit. You were worried for him, the first few days the messages stopped you tried to stay optimistic, it was a lot seeing someone who brought so much pain, that you figured maybe Tommy just needed some time to himself after. But when a whole week went by and still nothing you felt a sinking feeling in your chest, dread lingering in your mind, so much so that even if your call to the open road was strong your worry for Tommy was stronger. You had to make sure your brother was safe…

He was gone… Once you finally returned to the SMP you asked around if anyone's seen Tommy, everyone just gave you saddened looks until Puffy informs you that he had perished while in prison. It felt like your heart shattered, so many what if's and if only's flooded your mind as you turn to leave without a word, never before had the feeling to wander felt so strong…

How much time had passed? You weren’t sure, you practically dropped off the face of the earth for a long while, no contact with anyone on your comm, only ever really interacting and trading with different villages when it was necessary. Today you found yourself wandering closer to the SMP’s outskirts after so long of avoiding the place, you pause while you contemplate your next course of action. A scream in the distance making up your mind for you as you head towards the sound, already loading your crossbow. A beautiful lake comes into view, but that’s not what’s drawing your attention, rather the crazed masked man and extremely familiar blonde hold your attention more.

“Oh Tommy~” Dream taunts.

“Stay-stay away from me!” You don’t have much time to think, seeing Dream raise his weapon you take aim with your own and launch your harming arrow at his hand, quickly loading in a second when he howls in pain and looks around frantically. You fire a second arrow, sticking him in the shoulder, the man writhes in pain before staggering away.

“Don’t think this is over! I’ll be back, and you’ll regret it!” He yells before finally leaving.

“Pitiful man, tormenting others to make himself feel powerful.” You spit as you step out of your hiding spot. You walk over to a wide eyed Tommy, noticing the white streak in his hair. “You okay?” As joyful as you felt seeing he was alive, you needed to make sure he wasn’t harmed. His breathing was heavy as he stares at you, relief and joy in his own eyes as he springs out of the lake and crushes you in a hug, failing miserably to hid his sobs. You hold him in the embrace you both desperately needed for a while, until you feel something squirm between you both. You let go and yelp in surprise at the little spider child that stares at you curiously.

“Sorry, don’t worry about him, he’s with me.” Tommy says, noticing your tense stance. You breath out a sigh and relax a little, it goes silent between the two of you for a moment.

“Last I heard, you died…” You say slowly, still processing that he was standing in front of you. “I don’t know how long I’ve been away, but… I’m just glad to see you again.” You already feel the tears threatening to fall.

“You have no idea how relieved I am to see you. Everywhere I go people have backstabbed me one or another, it’s getting harder to trust people. But not you, you’ve always been there when I’ve needed someone the most. Even if it’s just to annoy me.” He says genuinely, poking fun at you a little. You playfully narrow your eyes at him before pulling him into a noogie, which he tries to escape from, the both of you end up laughing.

“So who’s this little guy?” You ask, turning the attention back onto the spider child.

“This is Shroud!” He introduces, you kneel down to be more at eye level with them.

“Hello Shroud, I’m (y/n). Tommy’s big sibling… or at least I like to think I am.” This earns you a happy hiss from the child and a choked cough from Tommy as he tries to hide a smile. You two play some catch-up with each other after so long, conversation between you both coming so naturally it was like the two of you never even parted to begin with.

“It’s getting late.” Tommy sighs sadly. “I guess we should make our way home.” He says picking up Shroud.

“Wait!” You stop him. “It’s obviously not safe for you to just stay in the SMP anymore, what with Dream being on the loose now.” You start.

“Yeah, but where else am I supposed to go?”

“You could come with me! Both of you!” You smile at him, he looks at you a bit confused. “Think about it, you once told me you liked the idea of wandering without rules or worries. So why not come with me? We could travel to places far beyond the SMP I can show you all the places I’ve been to time and time again.” You explain.

“You really want me to come with you?”

“Absolutely! And you wanna know the best part?” You pause as he looks at you with both interest and hesitance, you give him a smirk. “Best part about being a wanderer, we can always visit the SMP whenever we want, if you ever want to see your friends there.” You say, helping to calm some of his concerns. “So, what'd you say?” You hold out your hand in an offer, it doesn’t take him long to accept with a large smile…

You watch as your brother runs around the camp you set up, playing with Shroud as the spider child chases after him, Cat playing on the jukebox Tommy placed next to the tent. You hum to yourself contently, looking over at the newest addition to your party since your last visit to the SMP. The robotic creeper/raccoon was a welcomed addition, Sam Nook while originally programmed to help with construction was proving to be very handy as a bodyguard when no construction was needed.

“Aye! (Y/n)!” You hear Tommy calling you over, frantically waving his arms to get your attention. You chuckle to yourself and make your way over.

“Sup?” You look at him curiously, he motions for you to close your eyes and hold out your hands. You roll your eyes but follow the instructions, only opening your eyes again when you feel something being placed in your hands.

“Found this on our latest trip! I wanted to give it to you when we were finally settled down.” Tommy says with a big smile as you stared bewildered at the Heart of the Sea in your hands.

“This is really for me?” You ask touched by the gesture.

“Yeah… It’s a thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Seriously, I have no idea where I’d be had you not been there.” He says genuinely in his own Tommy way. You let out a breathy laugh as you tuck the item safely into your inventory.

“Probably an absolute wreck somewhere in a ditch.” You tease, getting a playful shove from him in retaliation. “But, since we’re giving each other gifts… this is for you.” You say pulling out a crossbow that you made yourself, sporting the colours of the old L’Manberg flag you knew he loved as well as a few other surprises for him to find.

“No way! This is awesome!” He gawks at the item, taking it from you and immediately starts searching for some arrows to test it out. Another hum of contentment escapes you as he get Sam to help him practice with the new crossbow, the world felt peaceful. Sure there were still hiccups, Tommy clearly still suffered from some PTSD, but that was to be expected over everything that’s happened. That wasn’t what mattered though, right now things felt calm, right now he was enjoying himself as he deserved.

Right now he was healing, and that’s all you could ask for.

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #❄️ anon

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: The Photobooth in the office

Bonten x Reader | 1.2k+ words

Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, nonsense, humor, grammar/spelling mistakes, no beta and not edited.

A/N: I’ve seen a lot of kpop fans around so a lil something for y’all :3 (it doesn’t have to be kpop tho! J-pop albums have first press photocards too! And some anime mech too).

Escape, run, don't let them catch you. You keep repeating those words as you zigzagged through the cars in the parking lot. Your life depended on it.

The only sound you were able to hear was your elaborated breathing. You had to concentrate in order to listen to their expensive dress shoes hitting the cement, but if you got distracted just for one second, they could get the upper hand.

Like right now, you saw from the corner of your eye a flash of pink to your left, then a flash of purple to your right. “Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. Suddenly, a tall figure rose from a car in front of you, a pair of large arms shot your way, trying to trap you—you dodged them. The man saw you dip down and tried to follow, only to lose balance and fall on his back.

For being your first persecution, you weren't doing half bad, you thought. However, such an idea costs you a heavy price. They have caught up.

You weren't expecting them to jump on top of the cars, nor were you expecting a newcomer. You let out a shriek of terror as the four men came running your way—now surrounded, your heart leaped in your chest as you hugged the square object you so much strived to protect. You closed your eyes and waited for the impact. And you felt roughly being pick up.

“Rindou!!! Put me down!!!” you cried as you made yourself a ball around the object. “I won't give it to you!!”

“I can't believe you made us chase you through the whole parking lot,” Sanzu took off his jacket as the heat of the race got to him.

“At least you didn't fall on your ass,” chuckled Kakucho as he eyed Ran dusting his dress pants.

“Shut up,” grumbled the older Haitani, “Okay, little lady, pass that album here,” he stretched out his hand.

“Hell no!” you were still kicking in the arms of Rindou, “Don't be so jealous! For god’s sake!! It’s just a photocard!!”

“Of a man that you’ve been gawking for hours? And not to mention your wallpaper, and you were gonna put that piece of paper on the back of your phone, don't lie to me.” Rindou said as he struggled to keep you from slipping away.

“I was not!”

“Oh, you were so gonna do that!” Sanzu attempted to wiggle his hand between your album and you, only for you to bite his arm. “Y/N!!!” more than pain, the scream was out of surprise from your uncommon behavior.

“Yah, that's it, Kakucho, help me,” Ran was planning on helping the pinknette, but your face changed to a one of pain, and abruptly, tears fell down your cheeks. Kakucho and Ran stopped dead in their tracks. Rindou panicked as Sanzu fastly went to held your face.

“Sweetcheeks, I- I’m sorry! Did we hurt you?” Sanzu’s eyes frantically moved all over your body, looking for a sign of an injury. But you kept crying.

“Baby, Y/N,” Kakucho was about to cry himself; he would never stand the thought of hurting you, “we’re sorry, you—you can keep that card photo or whatever,” and your hiccups ceased.

“For real?” You batted your eyelashes at the three men in front of you.

“Yeah, just don't be making those dreamy faces at a piece of paper,” Ran had both hands on his hips as he looked up and huffed in annoyance.

“And don't put that thing in your phone case; people will think he’s your boyfriend or something,” Rindou hasn't lowered you down, but you tried to nod without hitting his face.

“I have an idea,” you excitedly said.

-

“Get in!” Rindou pushed his brother.

“I’m trying!” Ran pushed Sanzu.

“Stop fukcing pushing! Kakucho is already using half the space!” Sanzu blamed his fellow scarred man.

“Just sit in someone's lap!” You spoke from inside the photo booth.

“We could have done photocards of ourselves, you know?” Kakucho added

“No!” you and the other three males responded.

And you ended sitting on Sanzu and Rindou’s legs while the two of them were on top of Kakucho and Ran.

“Sanzu, the hell is wrong with your ass; it hurts,” Kakucho winced in pain at Sanzu’s bones poking him. Meanwhile, the haitani brothers were in a war of their own. Rindou had accidentally elbowed Ran on the ribs.

You laughed at the bickering pairs, and that's when the camera began to snap your pictures. Nobody noticed as it continued to take pictures, the four men quarreling and you giggling at their antics.

“I don't like them,” Sanzu held one of the strips that came out from the machine. “Not you, Sweetcheeks; you look lovely! these three buffoons ruined it.” And the bickering began again.

You, on the other hand, folded the strip a couple of times before cutting one and placing it in the back of your phone. You cleared your throat to call their attention, and once all eyes were on you—you showed them your phone. “Ta-da!! It looks nice, right?”

Kakucho would have cried if they weren't in public; Sanzu cooed at you as he hugged your giggling figure. Meanwhile, Ran and Rindou didn't know what to do. Such a simple gesture made them weak on their knees, just like Kakucho; their hearts could jump out of their ribcage any second. They all couldn't believe how proud you were of being with them.

“Fuck, let’s go already,” Rindou turned around, blinking fast as he tried to hide the threatening tears.

“Awww, you’re gonna cry!” Sanzu couldn't help but tease the purplenette.

-

Now back a the office, you were on your phone playing some games to pass the time—when you felt an intense gaze on you. Looking around, you saw Mikey chatting with Mochi about some seasonal sweet; Takeomi was perched on a window smoking, and finally, you connect eyes with an accusatory gaze.

“I-is there something wrong, Koko?” you were kind of scared. He had an intense gaze focused on you.

“What’s that in the back of your phone?” He calmly said. But his eyes showed a whole different feeling. “Let me see,” he beckoned you over.

You made your way to his desk, and you proudly showed him your phone. “A photo strip! Isn't it pretty?”

“Why am I not there?” Koko grumbled as he typed some stuff on his computer and fastly pulled his phone to make a call, “Hello? Yes, I would like to order one of your Photobooths. Hmm, yes. I will send you an email with my information. Yes. Thank you.” you must have had a bewildered look on your face because Koko chuckled as soon as he saw your face. “What, I wanna be there too.”

And that's how Bonten’s office building ended up with a photo booth next to their coffee machine.

Fun facts:

You ended up taking pictures with Takeomi and Kokonoi.

Koko wanted to be alone with you, but you had dragged Takeomi already.

The only one who got to be alone with you was Mikey.

Mochi gave you his ID picture... He said he looked good there.

All pictures are on your phone case now.

The booth stayed there, and sometimes you took pictures for fun, only for them to be snatched by them.

Takeomi has one in his wallet.

Kakucho, Ran, and Rindou wanted to get one of your pictures tattooed, you panicked.

#bonten x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #omificstags #kokonoi hajime x reader #akashi takeomi #mochizuki kanji #omi.dih #sano mikey manjiro

[rcksmith]

Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

— — — — —

There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O

#kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz x kruge #kaz brekker au #kaz brekker smut #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker could break my legs with his cane and i would say thank you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker #shadow and bone smut #inejgayfa #jesper fahey #kaz x jesper

[immasock]

Can I request the obey me cast (u choose who) reacting to a wise child mc but has no fear of death.

Hell yeah you can request my friend! I’ll start out with just the older brothers first but if y’all want the younger brothers or Dateables then lemme know. Also Levi’s part kinda sucks so I’m sorry about that. I wrote it in my art class

The Older Brothers with a wise Child!MC who isn’t afraid of death

It was right after midterms, and you had done pretty well, so you and everyone had gone out to a local festival as a reward for everyone’s hard work. You were enjoying yourself when you had seen something that caught your eye. Once the boys had finally found you, they had found you being cornered and threatened by a lower level demon. The problem, besides the fact that someone was bold enough to threaten you in their presence, was that you looked so bored. You looked unbothered. It was a little unsettling

⚠️mentions of death⚠️

Pronouns: They/Them

Lucifer:

When you popped out of the portal and he saw how young you were, his expectations for you instantly plummeted

Not like he had many in the first place

He had expected you to be some dumb, wreck-less child that got in everyone’s business and had little to no boundaries

So you can imagine his shock when he sees your grade on the first test of the year

He is kinda proud of you honestly

And when you’re respectful of the rules he places for you? When you don’t actively try to get yourself killed?

He gets a soft spot for you

Not that he would ever tell you

But you can tell

After midterms he takes you out to a festival that he thought you would like, as a reward for doing well on your tests

He turned around for one second to grab you something

But when he turned back around, you were nowhere to be found

He started to look around for you, assuming that you had just saw something you thought was cool and went over to see it without telling him

When he finds you tho

You’re being cornered by some lower level demon

That in and of itself had pissed him off

How dare anyone think that they can harass or threaten the human exchange student

But he was caught a little off guard when he saw your face

You looked bored

Like this was nothing to you

He was about to step in when the demon had threatened to kill you

And you had said “Go for it” with that bored look on your face still

Man’s just about got whiplash

Why weren’t you scared?

Why didn’t you care that someone had just threatened to kill you?

Especially someone who could easily kill you in their sleep

He quickly stepped in and scared the demon away

He decided it was time to go home

When you got there you better believe that he had a long chat with you about your attitude towards what had happened

When you explained to him that you’re going to die someday and that it wasn’t the first time someone had threatened your life so you weren’t really afraid of death, he was kinda heartbroken

Of course he would never admit that a tiny human was able to make him feel this way but he would be more lenient with you from then on

Mammon:

When you showed up he was very disappointed

He was less than happy to be put on babysitting duty

Literally

Plus he wasn’t a fan of the whole you trying to keep him from doing stuff that might get him into trouble thing

But he figured that he could use you to get some extra Grimm

You, being the smart cookie that you are, didn’t really fall for it

You knew what he was doing, even tho he was trying to be really sneaky about it

But you did end up going along with it

Just cause it made him happy

Anywho

You guys are at the festival and he’s trying to win you some little zombie toy

He feels like an older brother figure to you so he likes to spoil you sometimes

So he’s focusing on that which means he fails to notice you wandering off when you see something cool in the corner of your eye

When he does finally notice he freaks out a bit

He’s supposed to be your protector

You’re not supposed to just disappear like that

What if you were in trouble and he isn’t there to do anything??

He eventually finds you backed up against a brick wall with some demon threatening to kill you, with their claw pressed against your throat

Before he can pounce on the dumbass demon however, you tell them to go for it

Which definitely catches him off guard

Excuse me?

You can’t just go telling random demons to kill you human!

Especially ones who have something sharp pressed against your throat!!

It doesn’t help that you look completely unbothered

He steps in very quickly

As soon as they leave he is hounding you on “what do you think you were doing?? What if that demon actually did something to you??? What if I didn’t get there in time to save you?? ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK??”

You just look at him with a flat expression on your face and tell him “I didn’t really care if they did anything to me. I’m gonna die eventually. What does it matter if it’s sooner rather than later?”

Man’s is speechless

No really

He doesn’t know what to say to that

So he just settles for yelling at you that he’s your protector and so it’s his job to make sure it’s later and not sooner

He really does care for you, even if he hates admitting it

He keeps an extra close eye on you now

If you’re not going to at least TRY to stop something from happening to you then he’ll just have to do it himself

Leviathan:

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

Man’s doesn’t give two shits about you when you first arrive

He tries to avoid you actually

To him you’re just some normie kid who could pose as a threat to his collectibles

After he gets to know you tho, you guys are really good friends

Which is why you’re able to convince him to go to the festival with you guys

That is also why he starts freaking out the second you go missing

He could have sworn you were just right next to him!!

When he finds you backed up against the wall he kinda freezes for a second to try and figure out the best course of action

He’s the Admiral of Hells Navy

His job is literally to stop people from doing this kind of thing

While he’s thinking over what the best thing to do it he overhears what you said

Pardon me?

He doesn’t know how to respond to that so he just goes over to you and scares the demon away

He brings up what you said and when you respond with “eh. It’s gonna happen sooner or later. What’s the big deal?” He doesn’t know how he should feel

He’s upset that you don’t really have a will to live but he’s kinda impressed that you were able to look them in the face and tell them to do it

He is more concerned for you tho

And he feels a little guilty

He doesn’t fuss at you or lecture you but he does start to invite you over more often

He wants you to want to live so he’s going to do whatever his little otaku self can think of

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me child mc #obey me headcanons