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portraitofalinkonfyre · 13 days ago

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I beg of thee 🙏 please please please anything Hyrule for requests!!!

Coming right up!

A Head-astrophe

Pairing: Hyrule x Reader

Warning(s): Scenes with nudity but no smut :)

Notes: So I read a headcanon about Hyrule having lice by @final-fantasy-xiii-fan and was instantly inspired. Set in modern!au.

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You were watching Family Feud when the soft pad of footsteps drew closer, and a weight settled on the couch beside you. You managed to tear your eyes from the screen just long enough to greet Hyrule, who looked especially shy as he sat, somehow managing to simultaneously maintain a respectful distance and be close enough that the end of his pinkie was poking the side of your hand. "Hey, Rulie. Need a break from the screeching?"

As Hyrule's grin turned sheepish, the sound of loud whooping continued to reach your ears, emanating from the backyard. you weren't quite sure what the others were up to, but it was undoubtedly exciting to them, which meant you absolutely did not want tot get involved. Part of you wondered if it was truly the right decision to make Wind aware of your frisbee's existence.

'Yeah," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, and the TV blared as a contestant attempted to assault Steve Harvey with a pen. You ignored it in favor of your curly-haired friend, whose eyes bugged out when he caught sight of the spectacle. "Oh, um– is that allowed...?"

You spared the barest glance at the television and shrugged. "Nope."

"...Then where's the... what did you call your hero again?" asked Hyrule with a dissatisfied expression, and you sighed.

"The Prime Minister's not going to do anything, Rules."

His brows furrowed and he scratched the top of his head. Again. They all did, but Hyrule did it to an almost unnerving degree. "But--"

"Hey," you laid a hand on the hero's shoulder just as the offending candidate was dragged out by several security guards. Steve Harvey remained largely untouched. "He's fine, see?"

The hero was still for a long moment, but eventually acquiesced with a hesitant nod. "...If you say so."

"I do say," you snarked, though it was gentle; he had obviously come seeking peace and quiet, so you weren't about to ruin the moment. You reached over, ruffling his hair in a moment of spontaneous camaraderie--

What the hell?!

–Only to yank your hand back with a terrified gasp. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could you have been so blind? Being from what was essential the medieval era meant many of the boys–save for Warriors, who, in your opinion, was leagues above most modern men in terms of both attitude and cleanliness–had lower hygiene standards, but this... this was too much, even for you.

"Link, do you have lice?!" You blurted in abject horror, a millisecond away from leaping back and burning everything he had touched.

Hyrule winced at the use of his real name, looking slightly hurt by your reaction, which you would have felt bad for had his hair not been absolutely swarming with the small insects. Eventually, he seemed to settle on an answer to your horrified query. "...You mean the head rice?"

Your jaw dropped.

"You knew?!"

"It's not a big deal," Hyrule raised his hands defensively. "Lot's of people have head rice!"

"Lice," you corrected with a hiss that turned into a terrified whimper when you realized he had been walking around your home like this for... well, you didn't actually know, but his nonchalance suggested it had been a while. "Nope, nope, we're fixing this. Now."

"Fixing what?" A new voice joined the fray, and you turned pleading eyes to Warriors and Wild, who had ambled inside mere seconds ago.

"He has lice. Lice," you stressed.

Recognition flashed across Wild's dirt-smudged face. He snapped his fingers. "Oh! You mean he has head rice?"

Just as all hope left you, Warriors elbowed the Champion in the ribs with a grumbled: "Don't call it that," before he set his sympathetic gaze on you. "It's okay, we have herbs–"

"–And I have fire," you hissed, already inching to the kitchen where you kept the matches. Hyrule looked instantly nervous.

"Wait, hold on, let's talk about this–!"

You dodged the Traveller's outstretched hand and continued to back away. Until you stopped, realized Hyrule was still sitting on your couch, and oh god what else had he contaminated--

"Nope, no talking," you said, breathless with terror. All three of them were looking at you with varying expressions of regret, curiosity, and apprehension, but it was all relative at this point. You pointed to Hyrule, who sat to attention like he was awaiting imminent execution. "You. Bathroom. Now," and, in an effort to not sound like a total jackass: "Please."

It was a small mercy that the Traveler hadn't the will nor courage to refute the very obvious command. He stood, choosing not to dust himself off when your glare reached maximum intensity, and scurried to the bathroom like the little (adorable) rat he was. Warriors and Wild silently watched as you all but sprinted to grab several large garbage bags from the kitchen, holding them like the holy weapons they were. "Wars," you stared the blonde Captain straight in his little blue eyes. "Give it to me straight: who else has head ri– I mean, lice?"

Wild, never one to overlook a good joke, looked on with a shit-eating grin. "He can't because he's not–"

–Only to be elbowed for the second time that day as Warriors successfully retained his last bit of dignity. "Not that I know of," he admitted, and you sighed in half-hearted relief. A pointed look was sent in Wild's direction. "Though some of us could benefit from a bath."

The Champion opened his mouth to retaliate, only to be silenced by Warriors' hand (gently) slapping over his mouth. The Captain's expression was unamused. "Don't even try. You smell like a corpse."

A betrayed look was shot your way in an attempt to garner sympathy, but you had none, raising your hands in surrender. "Listen, man, as long as you don't have head rice–sorry, lice–"

The door swung open and Legend barged in, catching the tail end of your exasperated sentence. His brows furrowed in bafflement. "What the fuck is head rice?"

You ran a hand down your face and sighed.

"...Are you sure this is necessary...?"

"Absolutely," you interrupted, rolling your sleeves to your elbows in preparation for the grueling task of cleaning the errant hylian, who somehow managed to shrink further into the warm water. It hadn't taken much to strong-arm him into the tub, though not before making sure his clothes were contained in a garbage bag in preparation for a very deep cleaning. You sat on your haunches, hip pressed to the glossy ceramic barrier, and reached for a pair of gloves.

Hyrule's ears pressed to his hair when you slipped them on, the black latex snapping against the skin of your wrists, and he looked seconds away from drawing blood from how hard he was gnawing his bottom lip. Hazel-green eyes flicked to the thin comb you retrieved next, and it took everything in you not to pat the rounded curve of his shoulder from where it peeked above the soapy water. The bubbles hadn't been necessary, per se, but it did create a rather masterful 'cover up' that ensued you didn't feel quite as bad for staring in the general direction of his body.

"Hey," you paused, letting his gaze return to you. Despite your initial reaction, you were far from mad at the Traveler, just... concerned. For his health (obviously) and the preservation of your lice-free life, but you liked to think that your heart was in the right place. "You're going to be fine. We'll fix this together."

Hyrule blinked slowly; like a cat, or a rat. Suddenly, he didn't look as apprehensive. "Promise?"

"Promise."

You brandished the comb with a grin, hand already reaching for the bottle of special shampoo, leftover from the last time you babysat your neighbor Cindy's little demons. The Traveler watched you, the muscles in his neck still glaringly taunt. Time to fix that. "Ready?"

A pause.

"As I'll ever be," murmured your victim with the ghost of a smile. You returned the expression before gently descending on his scalp, using the comb to separate the tangled mess he called hair into two... well, it was a bit presumptuous to call them sections, but you were getting there.

"Jezus, Rulie," you muttered under your breath when the comb caught on a particularly matted section. You could have sworn his hair wasn't this crazy the last time you touched it. "When was the last time you had a trim?"

"Er..."

You tugged on a knot and, yup, those were lice eggs. Ew. "Actually, don't answer that, I need to save my screaming voice for Wild."

A soft chuckle was all you needed to hear to know that, after all these months, you were somehow still funny. Or he was just an incredibly kind soul who liked humoring you. Both were equally likely.

After a few grueling minutes, you set the comb on the tub's rim and grabbed the plastic cup from the floor, dipping it into the bath to fill it. While leaning over him like some clean-freak specter was fine and dandy, you really didn't want to get lice-water anywhere near his face, prompting you to tap both his shoulders. "Can you turn your back to me? I'd hate to get stuff in your eyes."

Hyrule obliged with a small nod, shifting so his freckle-dotted back was facing you. You thanked him with a pat to the bicep, then carefully knotted your fingers in the curls by his neck, coaxing his head to tilt upwards. "Oooookay, and stay just like that until I get the soap going."

There was a huff of acknowledgement as the Hero quite literally bent to your will, the muscles in his back flexing–not that you were looking, obviously–when you poured a small amount of water on the crown of his head, using your other hand to smear a very generous dollop of shampoo into the middle of his scalp, slowly massaging it in with the concentration of an over-caffeinated neurosurgeon and pretending not to hear the pleased hum leave his lips. He hardly flinched when you maneuvered his head back up. "Good?"

"Mmm," said Hyrule eloquently. You rubbed firmer, further aggravating the very overactive lather his head had become, and the Traveler's shoulders went wonderfully slack. You didn't comment on the way he seemed to be leaning into your touch, whether intentionally or otherwise. "Thank you."

"I live to serve," you joked, grabbing the comb and raking it through his wet locks, which somehow managed to retain most of their curl despite him probably never having even fathomed the existence of curl creams before. "But don't fall asleep on me yet, Traveler. I can't guarantee I'll catch you in time."

That earned you a chuckle. You tugged through a fading knot, flicking the spare foam into the already soapy water, only to start all over again because, by Hylia, you did not want to do this half-assed.

Hyrule cleared his throat, though it sounded more like a wet squeak than anything. "...Do we really have to burn everything I've touched?"

Oh dear, the apprehension was back. "What, no? Who said that?"

There was a pause. You managed to brush another full line through his hair, slowly eradicating any trace of the vile creatures that had taken residence on his head. "You did...?"

"Well, obviously I was wrong, because I spent money on this house and it's more Wild's speed to burn things down," you simultaneously explained and defended.

"You're not wrong," Wild acquiesced from his place against the doorway. The comb fell from your grip, plopping into the water as you whirled around on unsteady knees.

"Hylia– how long have you been there?!"

"Long enough," was the Champion's response. You had the distinct urge to bury your face in your hands, but that meant risking contracting the dreaded head rice, so you reigned yourself in with a sigh that hopefully conveyed just how exasperated you were with being spied on. Wild raised a brow, grinning. "You're good with your hands."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome! Warriors is wondering if you're planning to shave him, by the way. We're building a fire pit."

Hyrule went stiff beneath your hands, peeking over his shoulder with a very apprehensive expression. You held your hands up in surrender, hoping it was enough to salvage the fragile trust between the two of you. "Oh, god, no. No shaving, and– hold on, did you say you're building a fire pit?"

Obviously, this was very concerning, because you knew for a fact that you did not have one.

Wild was unfazed. "Yeah? Time's digging it right now, since you mentioned fire–"

Hylia have mercy, you brain whispered with mounting horror. "You're joking. Tell me you're joking."

"Okay, I'm joking."

Your eye twitched. You knew that guilty look anywhere. "Are you?"

A swift silence befell the bathroom; Wild's ears tinted strawberry. "...You told me to tell you!"

...You were done. The scent of smoke filtered in from the likely ajar backyard door. "You know what? Go wild."

Wild's face lit up like the Fourth of July. "Really?!"

"Fuck no, tell Time he can either fill it back in or those apple turnovers are going back to where they belong: my imagination!"

"But you never made any–"

"GO!"

The Champion obediently scrambled out. You turned your attention back to the man in the tub, only to realize you had dropped your comb when Wild entered. "Oh, for the love of–"

You promptly shut your mouth when the item was brandished from the suds. Hyrule's smile was apologetic in the few seconds he had before you were turning his head back around. "I'm sorry," he said; softly, like any wrong word would send you into another aneurism. "I can make sure it's filled when we're done."

You tilted your head and chuckled, combing a long, satisfying line down the center of his scalp. "I wouldn't be so hasty, did you see Wild's face when I told him that?"

He hummed, and your eyes caught the tell-tale curve of a smile on his face. It was nice; you were grateful for the quiet.

Many minutes passed before you felt proud enough to rinse the soap out with the movable shower-head, poking around his head to check for any stragglers. When you were confident there were none, you stood, grabbed the plastic bag of clothes, shucked your gloves into the wastebasket, and turned to the door. "Wait right here, I'm going to toss these in the washer and I'll be back to condition you."

Hyrule regarded you in that way teenage boys did when they were trying to find the joke in your words. You weren't. His tone was meek. "Not that I'm complaining, but is that really n–?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Just let it happen, Link."

"Okay," said the Traveler quickly. The water sloshed when he lifted his hand, slicking a few wayward strands away from his forehead. He shifted a bit beneath the water. "Should I just...?"

"Hm? Oh, just stay there. I'll have you rinse off in a bit."

Was it just you or did he seem a bit... dare you say, disappointed? You readjusted the bag in your grasp and, there it was, the tell-tale slump of freckled shoulders.

"Hyrule, you're cute," you said without missing a beat.

His ears perked. You pretended not to notice the flush staining tanned, freckled cheeks. "...But?"

A shrug. "There's no 'but', I'm just not keen on seeing anyone naked right now."

His blush darkened. "Ah..."

He watched as you flashed a bright grin and left.

A beat passed. Hyrule buried his head in his hands, cheeks flaring a big, bright shade of crimson.

Clunk!

Your skin jumped when the washing machine shuddered once again. Beside you, an ever-vigilant Hyrule–dressed in your Frog and Toad graphic tee and matching shorts, uncaring of how the collar hung low over his sternum–scanned the basement once more for threats. He was sweet like that.

"You don't have to watch," you told the hero softly, tearing your eyes from the rattling machine to steal a glance at his freckled face. Brown hair, curled to perfection. Clean. Happy. "It'll finish when it's finished."

Hyrule returned your gaze for the barest moment. Hyrule resumed watching, tugging his knees a bit closer to his chest. You found yourself copying the movement, if only to relieve the numbness in your backside from sitting on the floor for so long. "You're here," he told you; matter-of-fact, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"That's it?" you responded, tone teasing. Maybe you wanted to alleviate the tension in your belly, or inject a bit of humor into the frankly insane situation. You didn't even want to think of all the washing you'd have to put your poor machine through.

"That's it."

You exhaled a breath. The machine shuddered once more. This time, Hyrule made the first glance. "Thank you," he said.

"I live to serve," you parroted, hoping your grin was enough to wash the sentimentality from your expression.

"Don't say that."

Full-stop. You nearly gave yourself whiplash from how quickly you turned to face him, palm landing on the cold floor to steady yourself. "Huh?"

"You're more than that," Hyrule continued, gaze surprisingly hard. His eyes flicked to the machine, then back to you. He took a breath, eyebrows softening into a wistful slant. "I mean, we're just heroes, but you treat us like..."

You knew where this was going; he didn't need to finish. You could do all the work. "...People worth knowing?"

"Something like that," the Traveler smiled, and you felt your heart throb when this one reached his eyes.

A thick silence blanketed the room. You sat back slightly, using your arms to stay somewhat upright. Chewing on your lip, you stretched your legs out, toes pointed against the rumbling metal of the machine. "Because you are."

There was a rustle of fabric, and you nearly jolted out of your skin when a pair of lips pressed against the flesh of your cheek. You blinked; once, twice, thrice, but it was useless against the butterflies taking flight in your belly.

"Thank you," whispered Hyrule. Link. He returned to his spot, reinstating the modest two-foot distance between the two of you. Your stomach clenched for an entirely different reason; mouth agape, heart hammering a hole through your ribs.

"I..."

"You don't have to say anything," he was looking at you, and not even the kiss of death could have stopped the flush that bloomed across your cheeks, caressing the curve of your neck in a way that had goosebumps springing forth like flowers. He coughed, suddenly looking a bit red himself. You were glad you weren't the only one. "I just... wanted you to know."

The Hero of Hyrule didn't say much else.

The washing machine dinged with completion, but neither of you moved to pick up the slack.

You worried your lip. You scooted closer, bringing an arm around his half-bared shoulders, earning a soft laugh and even softer blush. Somewhere down the line, your cheek was pecked again.

This time, you didn't fight it.

This time, you let yourself smile.

Why can't he be real?? 😭

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #the chain x reader #lu hyrule & reader #so apparently autocorrect has decided that the word 'hylian' means 'Julian' so please excuse any grievous grammatical errors #lu hyrule #lu hyrule x reader

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rsventhesecondd · 3 months ago

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headcannons , ┓

• → Featuring . Hiragi Toma as your FUBU !

☁️┆ ⤿ request by @anon :3 ༺ ╰ ღ WBK : requests open ╯🦢

• HIRAGI TOMA as your fubu — headcannons ! •

warnings . contains nsfw , degrading , pet names , semi-public sex , fluff , all characters used are aged up to 18 , f!reader + not proof read yet . note . some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. english isn't my first language, so please bare with oncoming vocabulary or grammatic mistakes. ๑❛ᴗ❛๑ authors note . this is slightly rushed since I'm in the midst of my exams , and I feel bad for making you wait for too long :( so I decided to work on this !! And I wasn't really sure about the layout, but nevertheless— please enjoy reading !

fubu!hiragi , who always has a mouthful about being punctual— and when you do show up just a few minutes late than your 'scheduled' time, get ready to have your ears ringing from his 'you're late' , 'how many times have we talked about this' – causing you to roll your eyes. He's never really gonna let this go, isn't he? Not atleast without a kiss.

"You're 4 MINUTES late!" Hiragi said, looking at his watch. "Damn, 'm sorry? Kotoha needed help" You said, panting from the running you did to get there as fast as you can. He deadpans, his gaze now lingering at you; eyes softening up ever-so-slightly at your state. Ah, he just realized. He never really cared or asked about the situations or reasons about people being late before giving them a mouthful. But somehow, during the times he's spent with you— he finds himself being more understanding. "You really-" he says, slightly pausing. "Just.. try to be more punctual next time." "And—" mwa , you pull away with a subtle smile of victory. Well, too bad now you're getting pulled in for more.

fubu!hiragi , whos health issues suddenly fade away when he's doing it with you. His stomach hurting? That's the least of his worries. He'll just devour a whole pack of gaskun 10's ; but right after he devours you.

"Huh? What're you worried about?" He says with a somewhat offended tone as you asked him if he took his daily dose of medication. You wouldn't want him in pain just for your needs. But who do you think you're talking to? "I'm taking my most effective medicine over here." He added, teething on your nipples.

fubu!hiragi , who can and WILL use you as a stress reliever. He'll complain about how those 'little rascals' won't listen to him, he'll complain about Umemiya being a pain in the ass, he'll complain about this, about that; his pace growing rough with every complain he cusses out— with you only spitting out moans in response, you can't even understand half of what he's saying. But who cares?

"S' fucking annoying." He said, his hips slightly moving up an angle that hits just the right spot. "F-Fuck! Hiragi-" You moan out, saliva dripping down your bruised lips. "Can't even begin about that little brat Sakura is. " — he pulls out mid sentence , then going all in with a rough thrust. Those small attempts of your protests mean nothing; not when you're both feeling this good.

fubu!hiragi , who says that you'll need 'extra training' as punishment because you kept getting late during his time. Not on purpose obviously, I mean– who would want to get punished by someone like him?

"Hah.. look at you, you're getting turned on by this, aren't you?" He mocked , roughly pounding you against one of furins graffitied walls. "So desperate for my dick that much? You wanna get punished that badly, huh?" Hiragi added , pressing his index finger against your clit. "Answer my question" You nod furiously as your head lies against the cold concrete. "Need to be punished. S'badly please.."

fubu!hiragi , who has girth— 8 inches long , 8.57 when hard . 4.21 inches wide, cleanly shaved , circumcised , and has a real veiny cock; going over from his balls to his tip, and when you flatten your tongue against it– he just cums. But no way he's ever gonna admit that.

"Fuck." He muttered out, biting his lips unconsciously as he tried to silent his groans out. Can't have people knowing that one of furins strongest kings get humbled over something like this.

fubu!hiragi , who just gets so turned on when he sees you gagging on his cock. He just might go off with the state you're on.

"Shit, you feel so good" He says, his hands roughly tugging on your hair– gagging you as he went off with his bitter load. He better remind himself to throat fuck you every now and then; he thought to himself

fubu!hiragi , whos eyes widened when he got caught making out with you by Umemiya. Quickly blabbering a bunch of unreasonable excuses, but of course Umemiya wasn't hearing any of it.

Well, this leads him to blame you. Because why the hell would you press on to him that nobody would go there when it's literally where most of the higher ranks go. THE ROOFTOP. You better get ready, because he's mad.

"Is this what you want, huh?" He said, roughly pounding at you with a fast pace. "You want to get fucked hard?" — he added before giving you a mark on your neck. "Think it's so funny that I got embarrassed?" Well, goodluck with that.

sincerely , raven ! requested by— anon :3

#x reader #fluff #wbk smut #hiragi x reader #hayato suo #hiragi toma #hiragi smut #wbk x reader #fem reader #anon request #windbreaker #wind breaker x reader #windbreaker x reader #hiiragi touma #hiragi toma x reader

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moodymisty · 5 months ago

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I’m not exactly a writer by any means, and this isn’t a request, I just need someone to hear me out on this before I go insane. Space Marine 2 related but I don’t think it’s got spoilers, and I’ll keep it very vague. This idea has been rotting in my head for the entire time I’ve played the game and I feel like imma explode

Setting: Space Marine 2 timeline

Imagine you’re Titus’ personal serf, or at the very least you’re tasked with cleaning and caring for that sector of Astartes rooms (with other serfs of course - at first). Titus used to be a captain so I don’t think he’d be unaccustomed to it, but you happen to be one of the first people to show him genuine kindness, even if at first it’s a bit out of fear of him. I’ll be real tho he’s got this Aura™️ about him that makes me think once he’s interacted with you the first time, you realize he’s actually not an…overly-zealous Space Marine on the verge of throwing you out the door, or spewing insults your way on how your lack of efficiency offends him AND the Emperor.

You’re probably still prepping his room or doing final rounds, and he returns from the first mission and finds you there. After deeply apologizing for the lack of urgency on your tasks, deep bow and voice near shaking, he dismisses it with a wave and says none necessary, with no demeaning sneers or stabbing glares you’re used to receiving, no threats of reprimand or orders to leave his sight.

In a bit of a shock, you dare to glance up to him ever so slightly, to see who this surprisingly calm & somewhat tired-sounding Astartes is, and boom eye contact. You have a “oh no he’s HOT” moment, but also can’t help but notice how…tired his eyes look. Maybe tired isn’t the right word. But anyways you bow one more time and hurriedly make your way out to your other duties. You can’t help but think about him tho. Uh fast forward, you probably bump into him a couple more times, and each time a few more words are exchanged between you two. You obviously have no idea who he actually is - no idea what he’s been through or what he’s been accused of. He’s just a new marine on the ship you serve. But you can’t help but feel he’s got the weight of some great world on his shoulders. The look in his eyes. The tone at which he says some things. Guarded, almost. However, he doesn’t seem to be as on edge when speaking with you, or annoyed with the small talks. So, you feel encouraged to keep these talks happening.

In Titus’ view, you’re just a mere serf, and I think that gives him some reprieve — talking to someone who doesn’t know. No suspicion. No prying questions (or digging more). Just casual small exchanges between two humans, even if one is a genetically engineered demi-god. And it’s…nice. Like he breath a little, even just for a second, without worrying about what is stressing him out.

Eventually when he comes back from another mission, perhaps a more..taxing mission, you decide to have balls of adamantium and bring him some kind of drink that you and your fellow serfs enjoy now & then as a way to help ease themselves to sleep (I imagine it’s just some kind of hot tea…I love hot tea. In some Giant Astartes size cup). Obviously you KNOW Astartes don’t need this. They literally have to eat space mush bags of protein just to keep up with the demand of their bodies. (And I’m not 100% on the lore but I think they can still consume regular food??)

you just want to show a little bit of kindness to someone in what is a very, very harsh world, and Astartes are, beneath all that augmented muscle and training, humans. Titus seems more so than the others. He showed you that rare kindness from the first interaction. So, maybe you can return a little more kindness to him, since you doubt it’s hardly something he encounters anywhere else.

Anyway I’ll try to wrap up this idea oops I don’t mean to go on a tangent anyway this small gesture turns into you both becoming closer. There’s nights you just stay with him, no talking. You know it won’t help. And you know he can’t/wont say what this great burden on his shoulders is. You just want him to know you’re there for him. Maybe you stroke his hair gently to soothe him to his scheduled very small amount of rest. Maybe he does just want some casual company, someone whose conversations are as easy and light as breathing air. eventually becoming something he looks forward to when on missions, someone to think of when especially beaten down by enemies, his one place of solace he’s had in many. many. years. and yeah uh eventually yall smooch smooch and progresses to full on you gettin dicked down and now you’re both in this relationship you can’t put a label on exactly but you can’t imagine being with anyone but him and vice versa. I can imagine Titus also being a bit thrown off from these feelings (Astartes brainwashing crashed.exe), but he doesn’t…dislike it. And the further the relationship progresses the more he allows himself to feel them. Leading to the dicking down of a lifetime. They’re both letting themselves be a little selfish. Something/someone that’s theirs and theirs alone. Just this once.

or something like that. that’s just a bare bones outline and can be altered as anyone sees fit. but this is my little version.

sorry for the novel.

- 😈🐈‍⬛

God I would do fucking unspeakable things for Titus, let me clean his quarters all day, and then when he gets back I can spend time on my back worship the Emperor with him ❤️

I love the idea of Titus falling for someone that doesn’t know about his past or even better simply doesn’t care. He just wants to move on.

#reply #Misty’s book club

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sanemiss · 18 days ago

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"Dumb f*cking idiot" Part 1 -Sanemi x reader

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Angst-for now!

>definitely expect more chapters >:)

>tw cursing- obviously ; ;

You meet Sanemi in the forest and he messes you up.

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only in the forest you are usually able to stop thinking about everything weighing on your mind. at least for a few minutes. today you are heading towards a particular place, the one with the small lake almost encapsulated by the tall trees.

you know this forest by heart, since you live right outside of it. your attention sets on your surroundings, the sun dancing on the green leaves, small branches cracking under your footsteps. the expected moment of serenity sets in.

it is moments like these when you start wondering if what people say is even true- that the demon slayer headquarters is on the other side of the forest.

there's never any noise coming from that side. no explotions or whatever- you don't really know what's supposed to happen, no screams, no nothing. and you've never seen these demon slayers either. the only thing that stops you from completely mocking the idea is that you know for a fact: demons are real.

thoughts stop and time freezes as you look up from the ground. the lake is a few feet away. and today, there's something incredibly strange going on here. someone is sitting under a tree facing the lake, with eyes that stare into the abyss with such intensity that the abyss is most likely scared of him. you can't tell if he's sweating or crying, or both, but he feels like a ball of explosives ready to tear apart even the dampened breeze that dares to pass him by. this man is covered in scars and tragedy.

yet, there's something about him. it's almost like you can see through him, like you can feel what he's trying to hide so deeply. that encourages you to blurt out:

"hey!"

he doesn't lift his head, he doesn't even blink. he is still keeping his crazed eye contact with the abyss, as if he's also telling you "you thought i didn't see you there or something? i was hoping you'd fucking leave me alone."

"how big of a dumb fucking idiot are you to talk to a stranger who could obviously easily kill you right now? and when you're alone too?? you've got no survival instict, huh?!"

"what a weird way to show you're harmless", you think to yourself.

you sit down, not in front of him as that may seem confrontational, not next to him as that may seem too intimate, but in the appropriate middle.

you're still trying to decipher if he has been sweating or crying.

"are you okay? do you need anything?"

his eyes became somehow even bigger, baffled, offended, veins bursting out.

should you have spat in his face instead?

"what... the fuck do you care??! who the fuck do you think you are??!! stop bothering me and get the fuck out of here!!!"

did his screaming just shook the ground? the birds are taking flight, too.

you don't say anything. you take a deep breath and look at the sky. deep breaths. deep breaths. the thing is, you saw something in him. you know this is stupid but he felt like...home. you kind of saw yourself in him. at least a version of you. you felt like...maybe you could understand each other, which is something you never really feel.

you're debating if you should be stubborn about it or leave him alone and stop stressing him out. "well, you can't convience him to open up, not like this, but at least let me say what i need to say."

as you gather the courage to open your mouth, he yells:

"why are you still fucking here you ffffu-"

"i care because you're human. you didn't even look at me, so i'm not sure you know, but i'm human too."

he finally looks at you. you avoid his gaze and stare into the distance.

"i don't know you but i know pain. and it seems like you're in a lot of it. shielding your heart isn't going to solve anything. not accepting the slightest bit of warmth isn't going to protect you from anything."

deep breaths.

"if you want to be strong and brave, then open your heart. there's going to be pain, but it seems like you already know, that alone won't kill you."

you get up.

"i'm gonna go now. spare me from the yelling."

you don't look at him, but you can feel he is both extremely annoyed and surprised, and for the first time, he wants to yell but he can't bring himself to. you keep walking. somehow, your heart is hurting.

...

the next day, you wish you had something urgent to do, to force yourself to focus on something else but the white haired man. huh, you were so stuck on his aura that you didn't even process his hair was white.

you hate how the forest reminds you of him. it's like you have nowhere to go now.

him. "maybe i truly am a dumb fucking idiot", you say out loud.

you've never picked the best reasos to fall for people, but this is a bit ridiculous. what was it? ah, yes, the intensity, the raw complexity of feelings, the deep, hidden sensitivity. and, fuck, you'll admit, he was hot. you can't allow yourself to think about that too much or you'll go crazy.

"dumb fucking idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" you screech into your pillow.

after a few hours of trying to do something else with your day, your head is getting hot, the room is getting hotter and smaller. so you decide it's time to start moving on. and go on a walk in the forest.

...

what even was his name? no, fuck that, it doesn't matter.

you take your usual route to the lake. you're not gonna let some guy taint your comfort spot. you'll get over it. someday.

you get there, sigh, and sit where he was sitting yesterday- almost like trying to erase him from the spot.

sigh. feelings sink in and you allow yourself to admit that you wish he were here. you had the stupid hope that he would be standing here, all "what you said yesterday changed my life". you want to eyeroll at yourself. "are these really my thoughts? when did i become so fucking stup-"

"you're wrong, just so you know. you have no idea how strong i am. what do you even fucking know? you talk to me about being brave? i risk my life every fucking day, you fucking idiot."

you freeze. you can't see him, but you know fully well who it is, even if it's the first time you hear him talk, well- spit his words-, not yell.

what an unexpected improvement.

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leilakisakabiri · 2 years ago

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World Cup (Gavi)

Summary: Gavi is selected for the national team and you’re there to celebrate with him.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Please send in any requests if you have any.

Word Count: [1193]

You rushed out of your car, knocking on the door urgently.

“Y/n. Hello dear, come in!” Gavi’s mother ushered you inside.

“Hi, did I miss it?” You asked nervously.

Today was the day that Gavi would find out if he got selected for the World Cup team, and you had promised him that whatever the decision, you would be there to support him. You knew that it was an honor to play for your country and that he wanted it more than anything, it was all he had dreamed about since he first kicked a football.

You had been stuck in an exam for the past two hours and had just been released, rushing over right away. Originally, your exam had been scheduled for three hours prior but due to a plumbing issue in the building where the test was supposed to be, they had to push it back an hour, leaving you with barely enough time to finish the exam and drive to Gavi’s.

“You just made it, we’re working on setting up the broadcast. Gavi’s upstairs.” She spoke.

You thanked her before hurrying up the stairs.

You knocked on the door and heard his voice through the door.

“I’ll be done soon, just give me a minute.”

“It’s Y/n.” You spoke.

You heard shuffling, and a second later the door opened to reveal a very stressed-out Gavi.

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

You instantly felt the guilt wash over you, “I’m so sorry there was an issue with my exam, and it got pushed back, so I barely had time to make it here.”

He pulled you into his room, sitting on the bed, “That’s fine. Thanks for coming, I’m glad you’re here.”

You smiled, sitting next to him, grabbing his hand that was playing with his hoodie string, “No problem. I got you.”

You both fell into silence until you noticed him biting the inside of his cheek and furrowing his brows excessively.

You leaned over, placing your arm over his shoulders, “Hey, everything’s going to be okay. You’re already so talented, and no one can take that away from you. Plus, you’re only eighteen and you already have such a bright future ahead of you.”

He leaned into your touch, “I guess. I’ve just wanted this for as long as I can remember, and I feel like I worked hard, but I don’t know, what if it’s not enough?”

“Mmm, yah I didn’t think of that, you’re probably right.” You nodded, agreeing with him.

Gavi pulled away from you looking almost offended.

You laughed, “I’m just kidding obviously. Your family loves you, and I do too, regardless of what happens. You’ve done everything right. It’s out of your hands now.”

“But what about Spain, what if they don’t love me?” He questioned.

“Well, if you don’t have haters, have you really even achieved anything?”

He contemplated your words, “That’s kinda deep.”

You smiled sweetly, “I know. Now c’mon, your mom said she almost had the broadcast set up.”

You followed him out of the room and walked downstairs.

Almost everyone was in the living room, crowded onto the couch, as they counted down the minutes till the program started.

You stood by the doorway and watched as they all moved to accommodate Gavi, making him sit in the middle of the couch as they reached over to reassure him.

You knew that even if he didn’t get picked today it would be okay because he had such a great support system, and people who would love him regardless of what happened.

He looked up at you, motioning for you to join him, scooting over to make space for you between him and his mother.

You felt bad separating him from his family, wanting them to be able to celebrate together if he got picked, so you opted to sit on the floor in front of the couch, resting against Gavi’s legs.

“Sit up here.” He urged.

You waved him off, letting him know you were fine on the floor.

Aurora came to join you a few seconds later, and the broadcast officially began.

You felt Gavi reach down and grab your hand as the news reporters started speaking, placing it on his knee.

He gave your hand a squeeze, and you gave a quick squeeze back.

It was time.

The announcers began by talking about different theories and tactics before the official selection announcements began.

You all sat silently with labored breaths as you heard the first national team player be announced.

There was a round of cheers when Pedri’s name was called up.

The draft continued and soon there were only around ten spots left to be selected.

You felt yourself growing nervous; you couldn’t imagine how Gavi felt. He had an immense pressure on him, and you couldn’t fathom how he was able to handle it all.

You looked up at him and watched as he chewed on his bottom lip, sitting on the edge of his seat, nerves on full display.

You felt his hand squeeze your hand again, not being able to control his anxiety, and you have him an equally hard squeeze back, letting him know that it would be okay.

You began to pray that he would get chosen, you knew that he deserved it and that he would do amazing things if he got the chance.

You stared intently at the screen, your heart thudding against your chest.

“The player selected for number nine for the national team is, Pablo Gavira.”

Immediately, cheers and screams erupted around you. You were smiling so wide it hurt, clapping your hands, cheering along.

You reached over to hug Aurora, the both of you ecstatic for him.

You got up, seeing him being hugged and showered with praise from his parents.

You saw him break apart with a huge smile on his face, his eyes shimmering with happiness.

He looked over at you and his smile mirrored your own.

Before you knew it, he had picked you up, spinning you around in excitement.

You let out a loud laugh, squealing as he kept spinning.

He had one arm wrapped around you, the other making a fist in the air as he celebrated.

He gently put you down and you grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him, unable to hide your excitement, “Congratulations! You deserve it so much. I knew you could do it!”

You pulled him into a hug, squeezing his body, the pure joy radiating from him immensely lifting your mood.

“What was the pep talk for before then?” He questioned once you broke apart.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Oh that, I just had to make sure you didn’t get too cocky. But I guess that’s out the window now.”

He grinned looking down at you, “Don’t worry amor, I’ll stay humble. Just for you.”

You snorted, not even bothering to reply as you saw him become swarmed by his family and friends, all wanting to congratulate him.

Yep, he definitely was going to let it get to his head, but you just had to make sure you were there to knock him down a peg every so often.

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sonicblueartist · 1 year ago

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Couldn't choose between all these moments for the gif so I added every one of them (probably gonna regret that later lol Because I no longer have any good gifs for him any more but whatever.)

Seeing Rayman angry is just a cherry on top.

I am going to post this but I feel bad for not writing fluff/comfort/pure lovely moments like I planned to, so I might write down something cute for him soon~

I really wanted to write something cartoon-ish too because, you know, Rayman is very much 'cartoon-ish', he is made for that. I guess at least I made that come true instead of a full fluff.

Also, I may have relieved my exam stress on him 👀💦

On The Run

What's happening? You don't have a clue. You only knew that Rayman ran past you in the forest ten minutes ago without even stopping to say hi, he looked really panicked too you have to say. And quickly after Rayman's hand came back, finding your own and quickly sweep away your taken aback body before the spears met with you. And, well, you were suddenly included in a chase you don't have a clue about.

You two run for your dear little lives, in the meantime dodging a few spears thrown to pierce through your guts and quickly jump behind a few bushes out of breath. Hearing angry yells and screams increasing you both held your breath in. A few seconds later all of them ran past you. You heaved a relieved sigh.

What with this all about? Well, obviously you don't have all the details but you knew someone who did. You can finally question him about all this. With a scowl you turn to face him, finding him invading your personal space, not that you minded (it was funny, really), sticking to your side desperately, maybe that's not the right word to use but he was definitely, on purpose or not, sticking to you like a little kid would do to their mother, still eyeing for any intruders. If you weren’t so angry you would find that cute. Honestly at that moment, you didn't give a fuckthought. Your blood boils in anger. You weren't mad at him. You were tired and worried. Okay, maybe your tired body turning your worry into anger a bit. But you are angry at his reckless side. How wouldn't you be? You know he did something again that bothered these people. (It could also be the fact that because all people on this planet are either crazy or whatever) But it's not like he is doing that on purpose. But he still needs to be more mindful of his surroundings.

You whisper shouted, nudging his chest with your finger, causing him to look at you, "What the fuck did you do this time Rayman?!" You panthed out with a glare. Asking nicely? What is that?

He stared at you surprised (maybe a bit hurt) and huffed out, "What do you mean this time? I didn't do anything!" He scoffed, a hand over his heart with an offended tone.

You rolled your eyes at that and glanced outside, you quickly duck seeing more of them walking past the bush. You cursed under your breath. Thankfully they were dumber than they look.

You glanced at him, "Why do they want you?" You whispered with a hiss.

He smirked, "Who knows! I mean I can't blame them. Everyone wants me!" Here he goes again, you were being dead serious and he starts joking.

You stared at him with the most dumbfounded and sour expression you ever weared, "They fucking want your guts out, you idiot! Don't start with me with those cheesy lines!”

He mushed his lips and stared at you. You stared back with a raised brow. He couldn't hold his stare much longer with how you're glaring at him and finally grumbled out defeated, hiding away from your intense stare, "Okay, okay fine! It might be... a little bit my fault."

You scoffed, "A little bit?”

"I admitted didn't I?”

"What did you do?"

He avoided you with a comedic sweat, "Ahhh…”

"Rayman. What Did You Do?”

"You're going to be so mad." He chuckled nervously.

You can't be more mad then you already are. But again, your expression softened with how actually nervous he looked about all this. You knew he felt guilty. You know him after all. You let out a long silent sigh and reached out to hold his hands, pressing your thumbs over the back of them, kind of stroking to ease him up, "Rayman, I promise I will not yell at you anymore then I already did. Just tell me. I need to know." You sounded more like reassuring yourself then him. Did you forgive him? No? You don't know what you are even forgiving him about! But you did actually soften up on him.

He didn't believe that but confessed anyway, "I uh... might... accidentally woke up a whole civilization??" He sounded unsure of himself.

You stared at him, and he stared back.

"What... the fuck?" What does that suppose to mean?

He laughed, "I said the same thing until you find me and drag me away, my divine savior~" Wasn't that the opposite?

You sighed and grabbed the bridge of your nose, "I feel like I am gonna regret asking this but... how?"

He tapped his chin, "Well, I also have no idea! I was walking around the forest a few hours ago then I found myself in the underground. I guess the ground may have shifted or the place I was standing in collapsed. Either way I find myself exploring the cave to find a way out and, well, that's how I find the burrow. And here we are!" He continued despite seeing your progressive disturbed expression, "They were really aggressive and grumpy, I think they want some kind of revenge for disturbing their sleeping ritual or something—”

You reach your hand and shut him up with a tired face, "Okay, I think that's enough information. We are gonna think of something now. We need to avoid them and find a way back to send them whatever place they come crawling from. Okay..." You muttered to yourself.

Rayman grabbed your hand off of his mouth and muttered your name.

"Not now, I am thinking.”

"But-”

You sushed him, "No, nope, sush, no talking! I don't wanna listen! Just lemme think!”

He stared at you unamused but his expression quickly changed to something nervous. He called out your name again this time a bit louder.

You groaned, rubbing your face, "Ray, What part of "be quiet" don't you understand? What do you want?! You want them to find us?!”

He choked out, "Ahh, about that…”

"Look I only wanted a peaceful day today, getting chased by a crazy herd, not what I had in mind- annnd.... They find us, didn't they?" You sighed.

He nodded, "Pretty much." Soon enough all kinds of sharp-tipped spares were extended towards from all sides. You both quickly raised your hands in the air, surrounded by them. You cursed under your breath not amused at all.

"Well, this could have gone much worse.”

You soon find yourselves in a cell, soon to be turned into a chewing toy. Surrounded by many of them readying the meal you will be in today.

"You have to jinx it, didn't you?" Before he can open his mouth again you threatened showing a rock, "If you open your mouth one more time I swear I’ll force this inside your mouth—”

He raised his hand, "Jeez, alright, alright. I am sorry! What got into you today?” He knew you wouldn't actually do that. You love him too much for that. (But, did you have it in you? Yes. Would you actually do that if he was someone else? Most definitely. Is he afraid of this fact? Absolutely. He definitely know to not underestimate you.) He couldn't help but admit that it sounded so absurd coming from you in that moment though. It also shouldn't amused him but it did.

You forced a short laugh, "What got into me? Oh, lemme think." You sarcastically mumbled, mocking him and tapped your chin as if you were thinking.

He frowned, not letting you start sorting it all out, "Okay, okay. I get it. I said sorry, didn't I? It was lame of me to even ask that. Sorry for trying to be nice.” He stuck his tongue out playfully.

"A sorry not gonna save us from becoming a MEAL OF THE DAY!!" You groaned.

He hummed and shrugged, "I wouldn't worry much. After all this isn't the first time I was imprisoned.”

You stared at him, "We saved your ass when you were imprisoned."

"Saved me?" He smirked, "If I remember correctly, which I know I am, you and Globox were also imprisoned for the sake of saving me, I am touched really. Though it was a weak plan, assuming being held captive was part of your idea~"

You grumbled grimacing, "It was Globox's idea. I didn't have anything better to do so I just followed along. BUT we did save your ass didn't we? That's what counts! Besides, I'm not seeing you having any bright ideas!!”

"Who said I didn't have any?" He grinned, noticing your pause.

You give him a face, "If you had a plan this whole time... WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?!" God, so that’s why he has been acting so relaxed! He has always been some kind of a laid back person, but this would be too much (Not counting the fact that he knows when to strike). In fact, he should have been happy that he had a reasonable explanation for this situation because you were about to slap him hard for how careless he had been so far and how careless he had been all day.

"Calm down! It was a work in progress and now I am not gonna jinx it again. So, are you in or not?”

You give him a side glare at him and turn away.

He sighed, "Look, I am sorry. Sincerely, coming from the deepest of my heart. I really didn't mean to cause all this. It's also my fault that you are involved in my mess too. So, at least let me help to fix it, okay? You can kick my ass after this." He kind of dragged you away, yes, but it was to save you and you were thankful that he did (how wouldn't you?) but that doesn't mean he is also the one to start all these.

You heaved a sigh, and shook your head with a soft smile, "Lead the way, eggplant." You grinned seeing his little eye roll. You definitely gonna remember the last thing he said.

“I will save us. That’s a promise.” He sounded even more genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. You better be. I don’t wanna end up as a snack before bedtime. So, care to tell me the plan?”

He grinned mischievously, a determined glint in his eyes, "You will find out soon enough. You know me. It's not that complicated to figure out. Even better when you know they are not too smart to figure out."

You raised a brow not fond of him still depriving you of an explanation. But you guessed it was better to leave like that seeing those creatures still roaming all around.

Soon after your 'nice' conversations you both find yourselves tied up together in a cauldron full of water with a fire burning underneath. The creatures throwing chopped vegetables on you.

Your unamused expression hardened, "How much longer are we going to wait?" You grumbled. "They are slowly cooking us alive!"

"Yeah, I won't be a good dinner for them. You have more areas where they can chew off." You swear he was laughing behind you. You growled and hit him in the head with your own, you had no other option. Your arms were tied. "Don't start again! I'm serious! I'm starting to get worried. My feet are burning!”

He hissed in pain, "Sorry, force of habit... or maybe coping... either way..." he took a sharp breath, "My plan gonna work."

"You are not even doing anything! What kind of plan is that? Just admit already that you have no idea how we can get out of this station!”

"No, because I do. I'm just waiting for the right moment.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. And I believe that. I am sure you do-- Wait a fucking moment." You hissed. You can't belive you forget about his ability, "You fucking have control all over your body! Whatever the floaty, gravity bending thing you do! You can easily get out of this rope!! They only tied our bodies, not hands or feet! Fuck! Why didn't you do something about this earlier Rayman?! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose! I swear---" Your words are stuffed inside your mouth, literally. One of the creatures got annoyed (or tired) of your talking and harshly pushed an apple in your mouth. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Rayman glanced back with a stuffed laugh. Okay, maybe you did deserve this but you are not gonna admit that. You gave him a death glare and he quickly looked away. But you still heard his stuffed snickers and feel his shaking body.

He nudges your side with his hand and your eyes quickly widen, "For your concern, ya think I would forget about something my own body capable of since forever? I already handled that. And for your nice question, like I said, I am one step ahead of you, darling~" he quickly hid the key before one of the creatures could see and cautiously examined the surroundings carefully.

He whispered, "When I came back here there was no way out of this place but the hole I fell down from. Thankfully, I was able to crawl back out but there is no sight of that hole anymore so I am gonna assume they blocked it. So there is only one option left for us to choose. What we're gonna do is, use the real door. The one I couldn't pass before. And for that we needed the key. Though one of us is gonna need to distract them while the other opens the door. Then we both escape and lock them in here, like it should have been." You're gonna kick his ass for not telling you about this sooner and made you believe that he actually didn't have any clue. Though you didn't know which one is good, his acting for the sake of the creatures (you have no idea what they are) not notice? Or him playing with you just for fun. Actually... you were happy that he did have a plan. Because it would be the worst tragicomic death in the hero's history.

His eyes widened when he felt your weight on his back... more than normally. You two were back to back forcefully pressed together yeah but... you were leaning on him? In relief? Comfort? He didn't know. But he couldn't help his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Well, I might ruin our moment here..." he trailed off. "I love hot baths as much as the next person but we should get moving. I don't think I like vegetable soup especially if we are in it.”

He felt the vibration of your laugh on his back causing his smile to widen. He glanced back at you with a smirk, his hand helping you to remove the red apple as he whinked.

"You ready to kick some little ass?" Those green creatures were nearly half of your height. You still can't believe how you two get caught that easily. You two were unprepared. But this time will be different.

You smirked, "It's always so nice to fight alongside you.”

"That's good to hear because I really needed that." He hummed as he slowly unwrapped the tight rope from around both of you, "You know, thinking our situation it's both humiliating and funny as hell. It could be our little secret. How's that sound?”

"Like heaven, and also the thought of what I can do after I get back home. Sleep all day long. Sounds good, huh?" You snickered knowing that's exactly what he will do too.

"After kicking my ass?”

You held back a laugh, "You want to be beaten up that much?” You pressed your back on his on purpose this time with a smirk.

He glanced back at you, "I think all the fighting we are gonna do here will be enough.”

"Agreed." You both jumped out of the cauldron within a fighting stance, raising up your fists.

You bawled, "Who wanna have some of these?" You showed your fists.

The creatures stood staring. Soon all screamed a war cry running towards you. You two smirked and launched.

#rayman x reader #rayman #cl rayman #allenwrites #reader #x reader #captain laserhawk rayman #phantom show rayman

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qoldenskies · 6 months ago

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in most bad future timeline interpretations i see people make leo and raph close with no or very little complications, which is always fun and cute, but also considering how resolving their conflict is so central to the movie, i really like to imagine that in the bad timeline they never did. give me future leo and raph that degraded so so horribly that their relationship was unsalvageable. wouldnt it make that so heartbreaking, for f!raph to die before they ever get to resolve this decades long running conflict because the stress of the apocalypse tore them apart?

for the record its a big reason i (in cvd in particular but also in general) like to posit the idea of donnie dying first and not raph, just because the idea of leo looking into the eyes of his older brother who WARNED him the day this all started that this would happen and having to live with that guilt would be so painful. would it be worse if raph blamed him, or if he didn't judge him at all, and tried to reach out because he understood the kind of weight this would have on leo, only for leo to pull away and make it worse out of so much shame and anger, because it's so much easier to direct that towards someone else in his extremes of grief? yelling at him that he was right, doesn't he want to rub it in?????? (and of course raph would be so horrified and offended by the idea of it, and it'd only make things worse! raph can be really temperamental and impatient he's not a saint, and with things being so high-stress... yeah!)

wouldnt it be painful if, when f!raph died, leo found himself utterly horrified by the fact that he doesnt really have the time or energy to grieve at all? is it because he's still in survival mode or just because of how rocky their relationship was? does he feel like a monster? is f!raph's death the thing that really propels him fully towards responsibility?

and like obviously, how would this all affect mikey, who wants nothing more than to see his family get along????

do u see my vision

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt a team #rottmnt bad future #rottmnt bad timeline #also its confirmed donnie is leo's favorite sibling which i think makes this more painful #imagine the kind of guilt. knowing raph was right. internalizing those words because of the echoing consequences of them #flinging them back at him and hearing raph not even know what he's fucking talking about #because its been so long but LEO remembers. god does he remember #the tree remembers but the axe forgets

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zaebeecee · 21 days ago

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To Sever A Loveless Bond

••RadioDust Soulmate AU••

Part 24/?

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This chapter is short and was always intended to be so; it wasn't supposed to take this long, but I've been incredibly sick lately. I'm so sorry.

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The month after VoxTek: Outsider POV •• • Week One

“What the hell was that about?”

“I don’t know,” Charlie said, her eyes still on the stairs as though she thought Angel might reappear after his obvious tactical retreat. Vaggie leaned harder on her arms, eye moving from what she could see of the upstairs hall to her girlfriend and back. Charlie didn’t seem to notice. “Maybe I should go talk to him?”

“I wouldn’t.” Vaggie turned to look at Husk, who had put his work down and was leaning one arm on the bar. “Angel went to talk to Alastor, and it clearly didn’t go well. I’d give him some space.”

“But…” Charlie began helplessly, before she let out the rest of her breath in a soft huff. “Maybe. But isn’t ’giving them space’ what caused the whole problem last week?”

“It won’t get that bad, babe,” Vaggie assured her. “We won’t let it. But Husk probably has a point. They’re both under a lot of stress, and what they went through is still pretty fresh. They still need rest, anyway.”

“...and if I start pushing either of them, they might stop being so agreeable about getting that rest,” Charlie concluded, crossing her arms. “I know, I know, I just don’t like feeling so helpless.”

“You need a hobby,” Husk said.

Vaggie snorted. “This from you? What do you do besides tending bar and complaining about tending bar?”

Husk shrugged. “I’m not the one with so little to do that I’m obsessing over the other residents. Look, Charl, I’m not judging, I’m serious. Your whole life has been this hotel ever since before it even opened, right? Might do you a bit of good to have something else to focus on besides what the other people in the hotel are doing.”

Charlie groaned, letting her head fall back. “I’m not good at hobbies. I’m good at stressing.” She ran her hands over her face, then went back to the ledger, her face that one of concentration she got when she wasn’t actually paying attention to her task, but was concentrating on trying to concentrate on said task.

Obviously unimpressed, Husk waved Vaggie over. When she reached the bar, he spoke to her in a low tone. “Why don’t you take her out somewhere this evening?”

Vaggie raised an eyebrow. “...like a date?”

“She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Husk asked. “She’s spent too long cooped up in this building. She’s driving herself crazy, and you have to have noticed she’s driving everyone else crazy, too.” Vaggie wanted to be offended on Charlie’s behalf, but Husk had a point. “Just give her something to think about for a few hours that’s not the hotel or Heaven or any of that bullshit. Niff and I will keep things under control here.”

“Yeah?” Vaggie asked.

“I’m not going to say nothing will happen,” Husk said. “But whatever does happen, the two of us can handle until you get back. And we’ll keep an eye on Angel and Alastor, too. Alright?”

“...yeah,” Vaggie said on a sigh. “That’s… that’s a good idea. Thanks, Husk.”

“Don’t thank me. Just get out of my hair for an evening.”

Vaggie smirked and pushed off the bar, heading over to Charlie and taking her hand. “Okay, babe. Book down.”

Charlie blinked, watching without protesting as Vaggie removed the ledger from her grip and placed it back on the counter. “Book down?” she asked.

“Book down. You’re coming with me.”

•

Husk watched Vaggie pull Charlie away from the desk and up towards their room, waiting until she was out of sight before he came out from around the bar and went off in search of Niffty. She was always either quite easy to find, or completely impossible, and it took him nearly half an hour of tedious searching before he finally heard the familiar sounds of her scurrying around in the ventilation on the third floor.

Raising his hand, Husk knocked his knuckles on the wall. “Niffty,” he called.

Another rattle answered him before a grate in the ceiling opened, several dead bugs falling onto the carpet. Husk grimaced, backing away (even though they were several feet from him already), and instead focused on the ceiling again as Niffty poked her head out and stared at him upside down. “Husk,” she answered, her mouth splitting into a wide grin.

“I wanna ask you something,” he said. “Could you keep an eye on Alastor for me?”

Immediately, Niffty’s face changed. Husk wasn’t one to express concern of any kind about Alastor, much less go out of his way to get someone to look after him. “Why?” Niffty asked suspiciously.

Husk frowned at her. “I’m not being shifty,” he said; the accusation was clear in her eye. “I just wanna make sure he doesn’t pull any shit or do anything we’ll regret while he’s in recovery. Besides, Vaggie and Charlie are gonna be out for a while and I said we’d keep an eye on things here.”

That made Niffty gasp. “Official business!” she chirped, before she dropped out of the grate (and onto the bugs, fucking gross) and scurried over to Husk. “I will be the best Alastor babysitter,” she said, with way more enthusiasm than Husk thought the situation called for.

“I’m sure you will,” he said dryly. “Just… bugs first.”

“Oh, yes, I’m making funeral preparations for them right now,” Niffty said, looking back over her shoulder at the small pile of insects. “I’m going to make quite the example of them. I think now the bugs will finally realize who’s in control here.” She giggled.

“…you do that. I’m leaving,” Husk said, turning on his heel and leaving her to her deranged little Vlad the Impaler playacting. He hesitated at the second floor landing, then stepped into the hallway, glancing down towards Angel’s door. It was closed, and he could hear music coming from inside; he was half tempted to go check on the kid, but knew Angel would probably see it as hovering, so he decided to leave it be for the night. He started turning back towards the stairs when movement in the shadows caught his eye, and he hesitated, focusing to try and catch it again.

It wasn’t in the shadows, it was the shadows. Husk had long ago gotten used to Alastor’s shadow, a thing that was (in some ways) more mischievous and dangerous than Alastor was himself. While the Sinner possessed the ability to mask and control himself, the shadow was always blatantly projecting thought and intention, as indecipherable as those thoughts and intentions were. At the moment, Alastor’s shadow was across the hall from Angel’s door, and it appeared to be… pacing, in a sense, flitting back and forth as though feeling indecisive.

Husk had seen the shadow wear many expressions in the past, but he had never seen it look worried.

I don’t need to get involved with this. Husk backed away before the shadow could notice him and headed back downstairs. This was all above his pay grade, and besides… whatever bullshit Angel and Alastor had between them, they were going to need to work it out themselves.

Somehow, he doubted either of them would.

•••

• Week Two

The Hazbin Hotel looked a lot cuter and more inviting when approaching it as a guest, rather than as a spy or an infiltrator. In many ways, Millie could understand the princess’s vision just by looking at the place, even if it was meant to appeal to human souls and just wasn’t her personal cup of whiskey as far as aesthetics went. As she drove up to the door and parked the car, killing the engine, she wondered if the place really would work.

Would Sinners really be better off in Heaven?

She didn’t see how, but she supposed that a Hellborn couldn’t really understand the human desire for redemption, so… if that was really what they wanted, she hoped it worked, for their sake.

Millie stepped out of the car and took what had to have been her three hundredth calming breath since leaving IMP headquarters. She’d been fit to be tied when she’d set off, and while she was still mad, the drive had calmed her down enough that she wasn’t about to go in swinging and get her block knocked off two seconds in.

Not for the first time, she wondered what she was thinking, charging in to lecture the Radio Demon on… love? Relationships? She wasn’t sure what, exactly, she just knew it wasn’t her place to do this kind of thing. Of course, she also knew that no one else was gonna do it, and that was why she hadn’t turned back.

The door to the hotel had been fixed quite expertly since their last visit, and the hinges didn’t even creak as she pushed her way in and headed through the lobby. It was a little sad to see that the hotel still didn’t seem to have attracted any new residents. It wasn’t like she had reason to expect it to—all of the recent attention had, after all, been more focused on the residents and less on the hotel itself—but she couldn’t help feeling awful for the princess, working so hard with comparatively little to show for it.

Of course, we didn’t think it’d work, either.

That was a gentle way of putting it.

“Oh! Millie!” Charlie looked up when she heard hoofsteps on the tile, pushing her hair back over her shoulder. She smiled in that unique way people had when they were deeply stressed but still genuinely meant that smile. Millie was very familiar with that expression.

“Hi, Princess,” Millie said, clasping her hands behind her back and stepping up to the desk. “Don’t worry, I ain’t here cuz’a any trouble. Just wanted t’ know if y’might be able t’ point me to Alastor’s room.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Alastor?” she echoed. “Ah… I could,” she hedged. “Can I ask why?”

“Just wanted t’ talk,” Millie said. “I’ll make sure no damage comes t’ th’ place. Promise.”

The princess still looked hesitant, but Millie could also see something else in her expression. Was it relief? “I… sure,” Charlie said, pointing down a hallway off the lobby, just past the main stairway. “Right down that way, third door on your left. He almost never lets anyone in, though, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t answer.”

“Oh, he’ll answer,” Millie said confidently. She waved, heading off. “Thanks!”

“Good luck!”

As Millie passed out of the lobby and into the hallway, she was immediately struck by a different sort of feeling that seemed to permeate the corridor, or perhaps just this entire area of the hotel. The air was heavy, but not quite stale; there was something almost abandoned about the atmosphere, as though almost no one ever actually came down this way. Of course, from what she’d been told, everyone else lived up on the second floor. Why was Alastor so far away from everyone else?

The door in question wasn’t hard to find. It didn’t exactly look different from every other door in the building, but it also did, somehow; it even felt a little colder as she stepped closer and raised her hand to knock firmly on the wood. There was no response at all, but Millie didn’t let it deter her, just knocking again. “Alastor?” she called out, still feeling a little strange about calling the Radio Demon his name to his face (or door). “Alastor, it’s Millie. Y’know, from IMP?” Still no answer. She just… presumed he was listening and continued. “I got some stuff I wanna say t’ you. And I can either say it in yer room or say it out here in th’ hallway where I know you can hear me.” Apparently, even that threat wasn’t enough, so she took a deep breath. “...okay. I just came from our offices, and I was talkin’ t’ Angel Dust, and he–!”

The moment she said that name, she heard a click from inside the wood. The door remained closed, but when Millie turned the handle, the door creaked open. There was a fleeting moment of reminding herself that she still had time to turn around and leave—good to know her sense of self-preservation was still working, anyway—but she squared her shoulders and let herself inside.

She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but it sure wasn’t a combination sitting room, office, and bedroom that opened up into what looked like a whole-ass swamp from somewhere on Earth. Alastor was standing at the edge of the platform that ended his room and turned into marshland, turned away from the door with one hand behind his back.

Oh, right. His only hand now, huh?

His other sleeve was folded, pinned to itself, probably to keep the fabric from flapping around while he was working. He didn’t turn when he spoke, but Millie could hear him quite well, his voice masked in a thick layer of radio static. “You truly are quite brave, coming here on your own,” he said. “Don’t you remember what almost happened to your employer, the last time he was alone with me?”

Millie didn’t let herself feel fear, just holding onto the quiet anger that was the simmered remains of her hot rage. She put her hands on her hips, glaring. “Yeah, well, Blitzø’s a dumbass,” she said. “Besides, it ain’t bravery, I’m here t’ ask you what th’ fuck you think you’re doin’.”

Alastor tilted his head curiously, then turned it without turning his body, looking at her over his shoulder. It was much easier to see that his eyes were glowing in the dim light of his room. “I fail to see what you mean, my dear.”

She scoffed, gesturing with one hand. “Yeah, right,” she said. “If y’didn’t know what I meant, y’wouldn’t’a let me in when I said Angel’s name.”

He squinted at her, then pivoted his body to match the angle of his head. He then vanished into a shadowy mist on the floor, emerging in one of the chairs before the fireplace. He gestured to the other. “I suppose I’ll admit to feeling intrigued. Please, sit.”

It was phrased as a request, but Millie knew it wasn’t. She refused to let any fear show on her face as she plopped herself down, knees together and hands braced on her thighs. Alastor was watching her expectantly, so Millie asked, “Why’re you avoidin’ him?”

Alastor’s eyebrow arched. “Is that what he said?”

“No,” Millie said. “But he told me what happened. Y’know, with yer mark and all.”

Something flashed in Alastor’s eyes for the briefest instant, nowhere near long enough for Millie to determine what it was. “Then I should think everything self-evident,” he said, his voice light and airy in a way she would absolutely have believed if she hadn’t known someone like Blitzø as long as she had. “We had an arrangement, which came to its conclusion. I fail to understand why everyone is making such a fuss over all of this.”

Millie frowned at him. “Y’really care that much about th’ mark?” she asked disbelievingly.

He laughed. It was a little too loud. “Oh, my dear Millie, I have never thought that thing to be any more than a potential inconvenience. I hardly put any stock in what some unseen force has decided as my fate.”

“...then…” Millie squinted at him. “...y’know yer contradictin’ yerself, doncha?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Alastor sounded uninterested and dismissive, but he was way too focused on her for that to be true.

“Well… y’said you don’t think that th’ mark means nothin’,” Millie said. “But you were willin’ to nearly get yerself killed goin’ after Angel Dust just a couple’a weeks ago, and now yer actin’ like you ain’t even thought about him in days.” Alastor didn’t answer, just kept watching her. “...okay, lemme just… ask you this. How d’you feel about him?”

“About Angel Dust?” Alastor asked with a raised eyebrow. “No different than I felt before the mark’s activation, before this whole affair… began…” He trailed off, his eyes widening slightly, but almost instantly schooled his expression and tilted his head at her. “Why so keenly interested in this topic, anyway? You hardly know either one of us, yet you came in here with pure Hellfire in your eyes.”

Millie clenched her fists against her thighs. “...Moxxie and I ain’t soulmates,” she said. “I’ve never met mine, and his…” She trailed off, cold anger filling her at the simple memory of the broken soulmate mark on her husband’s skin. “And ever since th’ two of us started datin’, the people who know give us shit for it. His dad fuckin’ despises me, an’ my parents won’t even give him a chance. Fuck, my siblings pretend he doesn’t exist. My brother tried settin’ me up on a date, last time I went home.”

Alastor tilted his head a little. “But you married him anyway, didn’t you? So, clearly, you don’t care.”

“No, I don’t, but that don’t make it no less exhaustin’ to deal with,” Millie said. “I had to convince him that I wanted t’ go out with him, an’ just ‘cause I don’t care what anybody thinks don’t make it easy to put up with people makin’… remarks.” She looked away. On top of the other reasons people think we shouldn’t be together, of course. “And I almost listened t’ all the shit they were sayin’. I thought about it. And it… it would’ve been th’ worst mistake I ever made.”

Alastor didn’t answer right away. The silence was thick and weighted; Millie didn’t need to look at him to know he was thinking. Finally, he said, “Is that what this is? An intervention because you think I’m making some kind of mistake?”

“No, I ain’t tryin’ t’ tell you what to do,” Millie said, shaking her head. “But I saw how people act around you. I know how scared they are of you. And I’m pretty sure none of ‘em are gonna tell you this shit.”

“Do you know why they’re scared of me?” Alastor asked. When Millie looked up at him again, his eyes were glowing. “Because I’ve killed for less than this. You saw what I did to Husker for challenging me. What makes you think you’ll fair better?”

Millie shook her head. “I don’t think you’ll kill me. Besides, it ain’t gonna make you feel no better if y’do.”

Alastor stared at her. There was a lot he wasn’t saying. Finally, he closed his eyes. “You should leave.”

“Okay,” Millie said with a shrug, sliding out of the chair. “I said my piece. Your choice what t’do with it.”

She crossed the room and opened the door, but before she could step out, Alastor’s voice gave her pause. “Tell your boss… that I owe him a favor.”

Millie blinked, glancing back, but she didn’t see Alastor anymore. She smiled a little. “Okay. I’ll do that. Bye, Alastor.”

As she closed the door behind her, she thought she could hear a voice that murmured, goodbye, Miss Millie.

•••

• Week Three

“He’s really not doin’ too hot, is he?”

Cherri turned her head and watched Mimzy slide into the bar seat next to her, but the shorter Sinner wasn’t actually looking at her. Cherri followed Mimzy’s line of sight to where Angel had attracted a small group of admirers; it wasn’t odd to see him surrounded by people, but it was weird that most of the little group seemed to be some variety of woman. It looked like Angel had been invited to join their table, and while he was happily answering questions and taking selfies with some of them, he didn’t seem to be flirting with the two or three more male-looking Sinners.

“No,” Cherri said, allowing a little of her worry to escape now that her best friend was fully occupied elsewhere. “I’ve never seen him this bad. I mean, not this way, at least. …makes me wanna go back to the hotel and blow Alastor up.”

Mimzy cackled. “It’d serve the little bastard right!” She sobered quickly, drawing Cherri’s gaze back to her. “He was askin’ me about places for rent around the city. Sounds like he’s thinkin’ about a little cut and run.”

Cherri sighed. “…fuck’s sake,” she muttered, turning back to the bar. “Well, what am I supposed to do about it? Angie wants to go, that’s his business. He should be allowed to make his own choices.”

“Chill out, babydoll, you don’t gotta do shit. Just thought you’d wanna know.”

Cherri drummed her fingernails against her glass. Mimzy wasn’t the sharpest french fry in the crayon box, as the saying didn’t go, but she still noticed a lot more than people thought. There was a heavy implication in Mimzy’s tone, one that said you’d know better than anyone why he wants to leave.

But that was fucking stupid. She’d left because she didn’t want to be there anymore, full stop, and she didn’t need anyone telling her different. If Angel leaving had anything to do with Alastor, then that would mean that her leaving had something to do with Husk.

And it didn’t. It wasn’t like she missed the crotchety old bastard; he drank too much, he always saw the negative in everything, he gave up too easily, he… well, he was kinda funny and charming, when he wanted to be, and he certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes for a fuzzy sorta guy. And there was that little smile he got when he—

But what, was Mimzy trying to suggest that Angel missed Alastor?

When Cherri left the bar, Angel told her he would stick around for a bit longer, so she made the trek back to her apartment by herself. As she walked, she let her mind wander to that afternoon that Angel had first told her about the mark. He’d been so confused, so… scared? Was that the word for it?

I should have taken things more seriously.

And when Angel had been taken to VoxTek, Alastor had seemed so legitimately enraged. Cherri couldn’t remember ever seeing him like that; usually, he played his cards so close to the chest, it was impossible to even guess at what he was thinking. So, what, was she supposed to believe Alastor actually cared about him?

That… was a really, really big ask.

Cherri stopped outside her apartment, freezing when she saw a note on the wood, a knife stabbed through it to keep it in place. She took hold of it and pulled, glancing over the single word of greeting, ‘Matiu’.

Yeah, sure, deadname me twice, why don’t you.

She let her eyes skim down the still-too-familiar curves and jagged edges of her father’s handwriting, but when she hit the words ‘no son of mine is going to be seen out with’, she crumpled the paper up in both hands and ignited the ball with a loud bang and flash that quickly reduced the paper to nothing but ash. She then let it fall to the carpet in the hallway, dusting her hands off before she entered her apartment. No fucking way was that thing coming inside with her.

Door locked securely behind her, Cherri spun on her heel and flopped back onto her couch, her already dim mood soured considerably by the memory of her father hanging over her head once again. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, running her thumb across the black screen in thought.

Talking to Angel wouldn’t do any good; if the stubborn bitch had made his mind up, he’d made it up, and that was it. And, obviously, she couldn’t talk to Alastor. Charlie? No. Cherri liked the princess well enough, but she got the feeling that would only make matters worse.

She realized she’d turned her phone on and gone to her contacts without thinking. Husk’s number was lit up, ready for her to call or text. Cherri stared at those four letters, wondering… would he help her? Would he even pick up if she called? There was a time she never would have asked that question; before the stupid spade on her left shoulder had ruined everything, she’d had a friendship with Husk that would have weathered any number of late-night phone calls. He had always had time for her, and she always had time for him. She wasn’t sure why she was so comfortable; it wasn’t normal for a guy like that to put her so at ease, when that sort of rough-around-the-edges, gruff, unapproachable man had been the first to call her slurs and throw beer at her when she was alive. And before she could figure it out, the goddamn mark had gotten in the way and tried to tell her what she was supposed to be feeling, and it freaked her out, and it freaked him out, and now… now, she’d never know.

Cherri was so frustrated she could scream. She had no one to call, because everyone at the Hotel would—

Her eyes widened. Oh. Shit. I know.

Thirty seconds later, phone held to her ear and her hand rubbing a tear from her eye that she pretended not to feel, she listened to the rhythmic ringing before she heard the click and a deep, resonant voice filled her ears. “Miss Cherri Bomb?”

“I’ve told you, Rocky, you don’t have to call me that,” Cherri said as she walked towards her apartment window, pulling the curtain back just enough to peer out onto the street below. “I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?”

“Huh? Oh, no, we’re still on… hiatus,” he said after a careful pause. “Nobody knows when the studio’ll be running again. Uh, anyway, what’s up?”

Cherri let out a long breath. “…okay, this might be a sensitive topic, but I really need you to stick with me. It’s about Angel.”

“I figured,” Rocky said, and she could hear something sad in his tone. “How’s he doing?”

“That’s a complicated question. He’s healed pretty well, physically.”

“That’s good.”

Cherri nodded to herself. “…I just wanted to ask you… how he was at work, like… the last month before everything blew up.”

Rocky made a surprised noise, then lapsed into what sounded like thought. “…quiet, for Angel. I mean, he never really… Mr. Valentino didn’t like him socializing with us too much, y’know? But he always did as much as he could, especially once he didn’t live in the building anymore. We figured getting out and into a new place… y’know, made him braver. It was just the past few weeks that he got all thoughtful and shit, like he always had something on his mind. I mean, we all noticed the mark, but nobody said anything, since we knew Mr. Valentino’d lose his shit if we did. I figured it was that. Wasn’t it?”

Cherri sighed. “Yeah. I mean, I guess.” She tapped her fingernails against her arm. “Did he seem… upset? About the mark.”

Rocky made a low sound, punctuated by some splashing and clinking; he must have been doing dishes or something. “Nah. I wouldn’t say that. He seemed like he was in a better mood than usual, especially those last couple of weeks. And one of the guys on the makeup team said he saw him running his fingers over it and smiling to himself. …we figured, whoever it was, Angel must’ve been real happy about it.”

Resisting the urge to start cursing, Cherri let her head fall backwards and stared at the ceiling. “You think so?”

“He never said so, but… when you work with a guy for so many years, you get to figure out his tells, y’know?”

“I guess you’d have to. …thanks, Rock, sorry to bother you.”

“No bother. Was that helpful at all?”

“It was… insightful, anyway. I’ll let you get back to your night.”

“I’ve been standing these dishes up for a date for nearly a week. They’ll break up with me if I take any longer.”

Cherri almost laughed as she said goodbye and hung up, her expression sobering as she folded her arms and leaned her shoulder against the window. This would have been so much easier if Angel had been miserable.

Then again, it was just like Alastor to go and actually make him happy before breaking his heart, wasn’t it?

•••

• Week Four

“Put the damn bottle down.”

Husk was difficult to startle. Maybe it was because he had spent way too long not letting anything catch him by surprise, or maybe he just wasn’t jumpy, but he was difficult to consistently sneak up on… unless, of course, you were Niffty, and Niffty just so happened to be exactly that. The whiskey bottle hit the bar top before the bartender even registered lowering it, judging by the expression on his face, and his surprise morphed into a frown as he glared down at Niffty, watching her scramble up a stool and onto the bar itself.

“I’m off duty, I can drink if I want,” Husk grumbled. “What do you want?”

Niffty crossed her arms and glared up at Husk. “We’re gonna go talk to Alastor.”

“Pass.”

“Why not?” Niffty demanded, stomping her foot. “You know Angel’s leaving, and we need to do something about it!”

“No, Niff, we don’t.” Husk folded his arms and leaned back, looking away from her. “Angel’s a grown-ass man, no matter how he acts sometimes. If he wants to leave—”

“But he doesn’t. You know he doesn’t!” Niffty glared at him. “Don’t make me play my trump card.”

Husk squinted at her. She could tell that he really wanted to dismiss her, but he was way, way too curious to just let it slide. “...the fuck are you talking about?” he asked after a long pause, his voice so reluctant, she could hear how much he hated that he was asking.

Niffty put her hands on her hips and leaned forward. “You’re just scared that if you manage to keep Angel from leaving, you won’t be able to tell yourself that there was nothing you could have done about Cherri and you’ll have to face the fact that maybe you could have gotten her to stay, too.”

Husk’s ears actually flattened at that. “You’re crossing the line, Niff.”

“I don’t care,” Niffty said. “Angel’s our family, Husk, and whether you wanna admit it or not, so is Alastor. And if we don’t do anything, all the progress Alastor’s made since coming here’s gonna be undone. Do you want to see that happen?”

He looked away, then closed his eyes. “...Alastor never listens to me.”

“But he might.” Niffty let her voice soften. “...please, Husk? I won’t be able to convince him by myself. Just… please, can we try?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he dropped his rag on the bar and walked around it, heading for the side hallway. “Come on, let’s get this over with,” he said. Niffty squeaked and hopped down, scurrying along after him and following him down the hallway; she only stopped when she heard footsteps, and she glanced backwards just in time to catch a brief glimpse of Angel as he headed through the lobby and towards the front doors. She felt the urge to run after him, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Not right now.

Alastor’s door was locked the same way it always was, and Niffty raised her small fist, knocking repeatedly. “Alastor, open up!” she called through the wood. “Come on, it’s us, let us in!”

With a heavy sigh, Husk took up knocking when her hand got tired. “Niffty’s pretty determined,” he called. “We can stand here all night if we have to.”

The door didn’t unlock, but a sudden shock of cold darkness from underneath the door made both of them back up quickly to give Alastor’s shadow room to manifest on the door. It looked distressed as it glanced between the two of them, and then seemed to deflate, like it thought they might be someone else.

“...will you let us in?” Husk asked the shadow. “It’s… pretty time sensitive.”

The shadow shook its head, body language obviously dejected.

“Please,” Niffty said, clasping her hands together. “We just wanna make everything better, okay? Can’t you just let us try?”

A soft purring sound filled the air as the shadow rubbed its hands together, looking like it was debating something. Eventually, it vanished under the door again, and Niffty heard the lock click. She released a breath she didn’t even know she was holding as Husk opened the door and ushered her in first.

Alastor’s room was an absolute wreck. It was worse than the broken desk had been; now, it looked like he had been on a mission to absolutely destroy everything he could get his hands on, furniture splintered and cracked and strewn everywhere. Niffty winced, tearing her eye from the disastrous mess (must clean must clean must clean) and forcing herself to look for Alastor.

“He’s probably in the swamp,” Husk said, offering his arm out to Niffty. “Come on. Let’s go look for him.” She nodded, scurrying up his arm until she was on his shoulder. He then began walking, heading out into the seemingly infinite marshland that surrounded Alastor’s bedroom.

It wasn’t long before they lost track of anything else, all semblance of the hotel falling away until Niffty could have believed they really were out in the middle of nowhere. Husk was quiet as he walked, so Niffty took up the mantle of calling for Alastor, cupping her hands around her mouth and pausing after each repetition of his name to see if she heard someone. Minutes passed, so long that Niffty started to feel lost, and she was about to suggest they retrace their steps when it suddenly started getting really, really dark.

“Shit,” Husk muttered, falling still instantly.

“Don’t say it,” Niffty hissed in admonishment; she already knew he was right, she didn’t need an ‘I told you so’ to make herself feel worse. “...Alastor?” she called out carefully.

A creaking noise behind them made both of them fall silent. Neither of them dared turn around as they felt a presence approaching; Niffty could feel hot breath on the back of her neck, something that was at once terrifying and thrilling. “Get out,” Alastor hissed.

She could feel that Husk was shaking, just a little, as he drew a steadying breath. “...no,” he said.

“No?” Alastor echoed. It was growing even darker, and Niffty could suddenly feel that Alastor was circling them. “Have you finally truly become in touch with your wish for death, Husker?”

“If you want us to leave, throw us out,” Husk said, instead of answering. “Normally, I’d be fine with letting you just ruin your own life, but Niffty really wants to talk to you, and I’m not gonna let you bully her.”

Alastor seemed to hesitate at that. “...what do you want, Niffty?”

Niffty looked in the direction that his voice seemed to be coming from. “Angel’s leaving.”

There was a long silence. “I know,” Alastor said finally. She thought it sounded painful for him to admit.

Niffty frowned. “Aren’t you going to do anything?”

“No.”

She heard him turn away and raised her voice before he could leave. “Alastor, come back!” she snapped. “Why are you doing this?!”

“I’m not doing anything,” Alastor hissed, his voice distant, swallowed by shadow. “Angel Dust chose to leave. I had nothing to do with that.”

“And you’re just okay with that?!”

“NO!” The exclamation was so loud it hurt her ears, and out of the darkness, a figure swelled before them huge and imposing. His eyes were crazed, his smile strained and violent, his posture angular and sharp and standing over them like he had been broken and stitched together over and over again. Both Niffty and Husk shrank under his gaze, but to Husk’s credit, he didn’t move away. “But what am I supposed to do about it?! I have no right to speak to him! He probably has no desire to ever lay eyes on me again! I have never done anything except hurt him, and it will be better for him to leave! He’ll be happier without me around!”

“Alastor…” Niffty whispered.

Husk drew a deep breath. “...Alastor,” he said, keeping his own voice level. “Do you really believe that?”

Alastor snarled, looking away, and didn’t answer. He seemed to be shrinking into himself, as though his usual intimidation tactic was nothing more than posturing this time. It wasn’t long before he was roughly the same size as he usually was, and his eyes…

…is Alastor crying…?

Niffty placed her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping in shock. She felt Husk stiffen, but when he spoke, he kept from sounding like he had noticed. “...look,” Husk said, “I know I don’t get it, not… not really. But I also do, better than you might think. And whatever you do now, that’s completely up to you. Just remember it’s what you do right now that’s going to matter, even if you change your mind one day. And… if you let Angel walk away right now, you’re never going to see him again. Not the same way, anyway.” Husk tilted his head a little. “...are you alright with that?”

Alastor opened his mouth. He slowly turned his head, looking between the two of them, his expression… confused. Lost, maybe. Niffty might have even gone so far as to say he looked scared, and he probably had no idea. “...no,” he said finally, his voice shaking.

“Then go,” Niffty said. “If you really aren’t okay with it, then go talk to him!”

Alastor shook his head. “He doesn’t… he doesn’t want me to…”

As he trailed off, Husk said, “It doesn’t fucking matter, Alastor. You have minutes to make a decision that’s going to affect the rest of your life, and if you’re going to let your stubbornness lock you into something that will make you miserable, you’re going to have to deal with that. I know you don’t like other things deciding your fate, but that’s too damn bad, because when you have any kind of relationship with another person, what they decide matters, too. So do something.”

Alastor stared at Husk, and for a second, Niffty thought he might strike out at him.

Then, the shadows swallowed him, and he was gone.

Niffty blinked. “...did he go find him?”

“Who knows?” Husk asked, his voice suddenly drained. “Whatever he decided to do, it’s not our problem now. And as soon as we find our way out of this fucking place, you’re making dinner tonight.”

“Ugh, fine, okay.”

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Yeah, Cherri's a trans woman in my headcanon (and Maori!)

#my writing #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #radiodust #hazbin radiodust #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin rocky #helluva millie #radiodust fanfic #hazbin fanfic

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kaylaz-world-00 · 1 year ago

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

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