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kittenofdoomage · 2 years ago

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Summary: Y/N has need of an escort, and Geralt is the only person she trusts to protect her but will their history pose a problem?

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x female!reader, reader x male!other (mentioned)

Word Count: 5050

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of prostitution/sex work, familial/marital death, loss of virginity (discussed), smut

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It was dark outside, a pitch black sky hanging over crisp white trees and grass, though she didn’t feel the cold sitting by the roaring fire in the study, her nearly-finished book in her lap as she sipped a warm cup of tea. Her younger brothers, the future masters of the house, had gone to bed hours before, and Y/N liked to have the evening to herself, absorbed in some adventure far away from her rather boring existence.

The first alert that someone had entered the grounds of the house came from Martha, who wrung her hands together when she burst into the room, concern on her face. “A rider is here, ma’am,” she whispered, almost as if she were afraid to break the silence.

Y/N sat up, putting her tea down on the table next to her. “A rider?”

“I believe it is the Witcher,” Martha replied, her expression showing her displeasure.

Not unsurprisingly, most people didn’t like Witchers. They were viewed as cold, emotionless brutes, only good for slaying monsters. Y/N’s own experience differed - if it was the Witcher she suspected, she had been awaiting his arrival for days, and though Geralt was every bit of a brute as was expected of him, he was far from emotionless.

“I should greet our guest,” Y/N murmured, getting to her feet. The older woman looked at her with dismay, and she smiled back, placing one hand on Martha’s forearm. “Do not fret, Martha, he’s odd, but he’s no danger. Besides, who better to trust with my safety than the man my father trusted?”

She didn’t look convinced, but her younger mistress was already heading out of the door, grabbing her shawl as she passed it. Opening the front door brought a gust of a chill into the hall, and as Geralt’s large stallion drew closer, Y/N stepped out into the cold, tugging her shawl tightly around her shoulders. The horse huffed loudly as he came to a stop, and the rider fixed his golden eyes on her.

“My lady,” Geralt grunted, tipping his head slightly before dismounting, his ragged cloak dragging on the floor as he landed.

“Geralt,” she replied with a smile, “you received my letter.” He nodded, gathering Roach’s reins in one hand as the horse snorted softly. His attitude wasn’t the warmest, though it never had been if she was honest, but she couldn’t help feeling a little dejected at it. Forcing her smile to remain in place, she gestured to the stables. “Nothing’s changed,” she said softly. “If you would like to stable Roach, there’s food and ale in the kitchen.”

“Thank you,” he muttered, leading the horse off towards the stables, barely giving her another glance.

“Would you like me to warm some food for him, Miss Y/N?”

Martha’s soft question distracted her from her fixed gaze on the Witcher’s retreating form, and she looked at the older woman, shaking her head. “No, Martha, it’s fine. I can manage. You should make sure the boys are in bed. Thomas is probably still reading.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She bowed her head, scurrying off ahead of her mistress. Y/N followed slowly, pulling the large oak door shut behind her, confident that Geralt would remember his way to the back of the property where the kitchen was. As she moved through the house, she extinguished the lights, leaving only the ones in the corridor alit before making her way into the kitchen.

The house was huge, the kitchen equally so, but it was always warm in there, the fire burning away in the hearth at all hours. Musket, the small terrier that belonged to the cook, was in his bed, and he looked up with a wag of his tail as she passed, prompting her to stoop and pet him. There was a good deal of food leftover in the pantry from the Sunday meal, so Y/N busied herself preparing some of it for Geralt, all the while pondering what she would even say to him. Their last meeting had been brief, at the graveside of her father, and to say he had been terse with her would be an understatement. He hadn’t visited much since she’d married Darius, even though his untimely death had ended their union at only six months, weeks before her father succumbed to old age.

Before that, things had been different between them. Her father had never pressured her to marry - his legacy was ensured in his two sons - so she had been mostly free to do as she pleased, though she rarely found trouble in books. The only romance that interested her were the epic courtships in her favorite novels, that is, until she had met the Witcher her father had employed to deal with some unpleasant creatures invading their land. He was mysterious, handsome, like all the heroes in her books, and she was still young, just shy of twenty, and clueless, by her own admission. She had practically thrown herself at him, and even then, it had taken some persuasion to get what she wanted.

If her father had ever discovered the dalliance between them, she suspected he would not have been happy, even though it had only happened a few times, and all at her initiation. At any rate, she knew now that the feelings she held for the strange giant of a man were affection, not love, but it still hurt when he began to treat her with the same indifference he showed everyone else.

The door leading outside creaked loudly as Geralt pushed it open, and his boots left icy trails when he stepped inside. Y/N glanced up, trying not to let her gaze linger too long, though she noticed the holes in his cloak, and the poorly-sewn patches on his clothing. His ratty attire wasn’t unusual for someone who spent most of their time traveling the countryside, but it made the caregiver in her prickle, and by the time he sat down at the long table, she was already mentally gathering new garments for him to wear.

“Thank you,” he mumbled when she passed him a tankard of mead.

“It looks like you had a long journey,” she commented, turning away again to pick up the plate of food she had prepared. “Are the roads very icy?”

“Not icy enough to make them impassable,” he replied softly. “The road to the city is clear.”

“That’s good.”

“May I ask what the purpose of the visit is?”

She smiled, placing his plate in front of him before taking the seat opposite. “James is nearly of age. He’s to complete an apprenticeship with an old friend of my father’s in the city and there are some finer details that need to be discussed.”

“Is James going with us?” he asked.

“No,” she hummed. “It will just be me. I have some other things to take care of while I’m there but it should not take longer than a few hours. I’ve already secured comfortable lodgings for us for the night.”

He smirked, picking up a chicken leg from his plate. “You make it sound like you knew when I’d be here.”

“You’ve always been very punctual.”

“And your family has always been generous with their coin,” he pointed out.

Chuckling under her breath, she leaned her elbows on the table, watching him eat for a few seconds. He seemed hungry, ravenous even as he tore into the flesh of the bird, barely chewing a mouthful before he was onto the next. “Where were you?” she asked carefully.

“The mountains,” he replied. “I was going back to Kaer Morhen for the winter.”

“I hope I have not delayed you.”

He dropped the stripped bone, sucking his fingers clean as he shook his head. “Not at all.”

“I’ve prepared a room for you, the same one you usually use. And I assume you’re satisfied with the same rate of pay? All expenses included.”

Lifting his gaze to meet hers, he laughed quietly. “You sound just like your father.”

She relaxed a little. “I guess it’s becoming a habit.”

Geralt nodded, breaking eye contact to pick at his food again. Y/N hesitated for a moment, then got to her feet, moving towards the sink to make herself a glass of water. He continued to eat, and she ignored him, sipping her drink with her attention out of the window into the darkness of the fields beyond.

“When do we leave?” he asked.

“Tomorrow,” she replied as she turned back to him. “I will find you some suitable attire. You can’t escort me into the city in rags.” Another light laugh from him, derision despite the fact she knew he wouldn’t turn fresh clothing down. Finishing up her water, she placed the empty glass on the counter. “It’s late, and I have things to attend to before we leave tomorrow,” she sighed. “You can find your way to your bed, I trust?”

Only a nod was her answer, and she grimaced, mouth a thin line as she watched him for a moment more. When he showed no sign of being interested in further competition, she tried to calm the desperate younger woman in her that was clamoring for his attention.

“Goodnight, Geralt. Try not to frighten Martha.”

He grunted something that sounded like “goodnight” but she was already on her way out of the door, keeping her focus on her feet as she headed up to her room. She didn’t close the bedroom door, leaving it ajar, listening as Martha went to bed, and her brothers talking next door. When she climbed into bed and extinguished the lamp, she found herself wide awake, hearing when Geralt ascended the stairs thirty minutes later, his footsteps stopping just outside her room.

She held her breath. He lingered, and she wondered if he thought she did not want him, when her body and heart cried out to have him that close. If she sat up and called to him, would he answer? Was the coldness he’d shown her simply a mask, knowing that her association with him could bring her ill-repute?

He moved on, and the door to the guest room closed a few moments later. Y/N exhaled, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes, curling tighter into her blankets as she scolded herself for being so ridiculous.

It took forever to fall asleep.

The weather was warmer once the sun came up the next morning and by the time they were on their way, the frost was gone, leaving everything bathed in the wintery sunshine. It was a few hours’ ride to the city at a leisurely pace, along a mostly deserted road, one that brought the risk of robbers or worse, but Y/N felt safe enough with Geralt behind her. He wasn’t particularly chatty on the few occasions she attempted conversation, but after an hour, the silence was beginning to grate on her nerves.

Slowing until she was riding level with him, she turned to him, tilting her head slightly. “Why have you been so curt with me as of late, Geralt?”

He blinked, turning his head slowly until his blazing golden eyes were on her, sending a shiver down her spine. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he grumbled low in his throat.

She scoffed lightly. “Don’t insult me,” she spat. “I thought we were friends at the very least.”

“Are we not?”

The look she shot him could have withered plants. “You tell me.”

Seconds trickled by with her challenging glare, but Geralt only seemed amused. He shifted in the saddle, clearing his throat lightly. “If you’re alluding to the lack of sex, my lady,” he purred, “I would gladly entertain you. I had assumed after your marriage that you wouldn’t be interested.”

“I’m not married anymore,” she replied sullenly.

“And it wouldn’t be proper to seduce a grieving widow,” he drawled.

She couldn’t help the chuckle that left her lips. “I would never have described you as proper, Geralt.” Her horse huffed loudly, pulling at the bit to move faster in the cold, so she loosened the reins, smiling to herself as her companion matched her pace. “And I was grieving. For a while. Darius was a wonderful companion but…” Trailing off, she turned her head to fix a daring smile on the witcher beside her. “There were always comparisons.”

“Oh?”

He seemed insufferably amused. Y/N scowled and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “He didn’t snore as loud as you do,” she snapped.

The comment didn’t appear to bother him, judging by the peal of laughter that chased after her. She shook her head with a noise of disgust, then urged her horse on a little faster.

It was growing colder as the skies began to darken hours later, and by the time they reached the gates of the city, she could no longer feel the tips of her fingers. Thankfully, their lodgings were close by, and they were inside by true nightfall, both horses stabled and fed for the evening. Y/N could think of nothing but food, ushering Geralt along as her stomach rumbled. The tavern they had lodgings above was a modest but more affluent establishment, not as rowdy as she supposed the witcher’s usual haunts were, and his presence inspired a hushed silence when they entered.

He didn’t comment on it, or even acknowledge it with any reaction, following her dutifully to a table. It took a few moments for the patrons to recognize that he wasn’t about to cause trouble, though the furtive glances in his direction continued as they ordered and waited for their food. Even the woman serving them eyed him warily, doing her best to only speak to Y/N.

“Everyone would think you’re a stone cold murderer,” Y/N muttered as the woman hurried away with their order. “But I suppose they like to believe the stories.”

“Some of them are true,” Geralt confessed, tone low and matter-of-fact, but when she looked at him, he was almost smiling.

The unwelcoming atmosphere faded quickly as the people around them decided the witcher in their midst wasn’t a threat, conversation beginning again. Their meals arrived quickly, and Y/N was eager to tuck in, barely sparing him a second of attention as she focused on quelling her ravenous appetite.

“I assume none of your business in town requires our attention tonight?” he asked, after she’d slowed in her eating, half the meal devoured already.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Our attention?” she repeated. “I didn’t assume you would accompany me everywhere.”

“I would feel more comfortable if I did,” he said quietly, lifting his tankard to his lips. “You don’t spend as much time in these places, Y/N. While you’re a capable woman, you’re also an easy mark.”

She chuckled, lowering her fork. “I want to be insulted by that, but as it’s you… I suppose it would be wise to keep you by my side. So long as you want to be.”

Geralt’s mouth set into a thin line. “Don’t try to test me, princess,” he growled.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.”

He grunted, and she giggled to herself, continuing her meal. Patrons filtered in and out around them, and their presence went mostly unnoticed, save for those curious about the witcher, not that they were stupid enough to approach. Y/N paid when they were done, and Geralt hung back as she got the key to their room.

“Only one room?” the woman at the counter clarified, her gaze slipping past Y/N to the hulking white-haired man behind her.

“Yes,” Y/N confirmed, clutching the key tightly when the woman handed it over somewhat reluctantly. When she turned back to Geralt, he was watching her curiously, and she shrugged at his expression. “You did say it would be wiser for you to be with me at all times.” She smirked, slipping past him, and he followed with both her bag and his slung over his shoulder.

The tavern was fairly large upstairs, with more than one room on each floor. Most of them were occupied, and their room was on the highest floor, the stone walls thick enough to drown out any noise from other guests. Geralt almost had to stoop to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe, and his boots thudded heavily on the floorboards.

“Well this is a little smaller than I was expecting,” Y/N tutted, turning to face him as he closed the door. “But at least it’s quiet.”

“I’ve slept in worse places.”

“Bet you have.”

The lamps were already lit, and though there was no fire, the room had only a single window with a thick frame, and the warmth of the floors below left it a comfortable temperature. Y/N tested the bed, lowering herself onto it and finding it pleasantly soft. Geralt watched her, gaze darkening when she smiled at him and patted the bed.

“Might get cold,” she teased.

He huffed, dropping her bag at her feet. “You’re playing games.”

“Would you prefer me to be more forward?” she asked, getting to her feet and closing the gap between them. “I want you.”

“Y/N -”

She scowled. “Don’t use that tone on me. I’m not a child. I wasn’t a child when I seduced you the first time!”

“Keep your voice down.”

“Or what?”

He glared at her, grabbing her by the arms; her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide at the sudden roughness. For a moment, she thought he was going to speak, so she waited, only to grow impatient at his lack of reply.

“Let me go,” she seethed, struggling in his hold. “Don’t manhandle me unless you mean it.”

“I mean it,” he snapped back. “You’re infuriating.”

“Have you met you?”

With a frustrated snarl, he released her, forcing her backwards until her legs hit the bed and she dropped onto her bottom. Geralt stared down at her, chest heaving, golden eyes sparkling with what she hoped was arousal, but she couldn’t tell. “I don’t want to take advantage of a grieving widow,” he said, voice thick as he tried to control himself. “The same as I didn’t want to take advantage of a naive maiden the first time.”

She smiled, leaning on her hands. “You never took advantage of me. You only gave me what I needed.” Thrusting her chest out, she looked up at him, curling her fingers into the blankets underneath her. “I did not die with my husband, I still feel, I’m still… I still have needs. And I trust you.” She paused as she chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. “You’d be surprised how few men I encounter, and the ones I do are… unpleasant.”

“Your trust may be misplaced,” he grunted, though he didn’t move, looking down at her.

“I don’t think it is,” she whispered, reaching for him as she rose again. “I trust you with my life, Geralt.” His heavy gaze was hungry now, raking over her in a way that made her stomach flutter, but she knew she didn’t have him convinced yet. “And now… there’s no one to comment if there happened to be bruises.”

The sound he made sent a shiver down her spine and she quickly found herself back in his hold, pressed hard against him. “There could be a lot of bruises,” he warned, sliding one hand down to grab her rear, squeezing his fingers into her flesh. “Are you sure?”

“Do you need written permission?” she drawled.

He groaned, pulling her into a forceful kiss that only left her wanting more. “I think you need something to occupy that smart mouth.”

She didn’t resist when he pushed her down onto her knees, letting her skirts cushion them against the hard floor. His fingers had barely grazed the buckle of his belt before she was batting them away, eagerly unfastening the leather to tug his pants down. He groaned as she pulled his already hard cock free, stroking him from root to tip.

Her exploration didn’t end there. Keeping her eyes on his, she stuck her tongue out, lapping at the swollen bulbous tip to taste the bead of essence caught there, prompting him to moan and press one hand to the side of her head. The pins holding her hair in place clattered to the floor as he slid his fingers through it, and she finally broke eye contact, closing them to enjoy the weight of him on her tongue. The sounds rumbling out of him made her bolder, and she took him deeper, bracing her hand against his meaty thigh. Her other hand rested around the base of his cock, covering what she couldn’t fit into her mouth, though she teased him every so often with a sudden deeper stroke that made him grunt in surprise.

His fingers clenched on the side of her head, and the possessive touch prompted her to moan and pull back, leaving his skin slick with her saliva. She looked up at his face, features shadowed by the lamplight filling the room; he dragged his thumb down to her mouth, stroking the pad across her wet bottom lip.

“I’ve had a lot of cold, lonely nights, Geralt,” she whispered, keeping a firm grip on his cock.

“You won’t be cold or lonely tonight,” he promised, reaching to pull her to her feet again. Her hand and his manhood was crushed between them as he kissed her, though that didn’t stop her still trying to stimulate him. His patience was obviously thin as he tugged at her clothing, practically tearing at the laces of her dress to get to her, and ignoring his own state of dress when he pushed her, naked, onto the bed.

She giggled as he pried her legs apart, manhandling her hard enough to leave an ache wherever his fingers graced her skin. He nipped at her inner thigh, startling her into a whine, before his lips brushed her bare pussy, and her whine pitched then went silent.

“Nothing to say now?” he teased, letting his warm breath fan over her swollen sex. Her head rocked from side to side as he took his time, tormenting her with a gentle stroke of his pointed tongue against her clit, light enough to arouse but not enough for any gratification. She whined louder, tilting her hips in an attempt to find more friction. “No?” he challenged again. “But you’ve been so chatty all day.”

All she could muster was a tiny mewl, somewhere between a “please” and his name. Geralt only laughed, nuzzling into her sex, flicking his tongue against her throbbing clit again.

“You can do better than that,” he chided.

“Gah,” she managed, forcing herself to look at him. “Please, Geralt.”

He huffed, smirking at her. “Better.”

Any scathing remark she had faded into a gasp as he pressed his mouth into her, using his tongue to spread her plump lips. The pointed tip slid up from her hole to her clit, circling the swelling bundle of nerves, and the sudden intense pressure made her jerk her knees up, though he prevented her from clamping her trembling thighs. Each gasp of a breath became a whimper as he feasted on her, and she shuddered from head to toe, digging her fingers into the blankets underneath her.

He still took his time, giving her just enough stimulation to have her teetering on the edge of bliss, fingers teasing at her slick hole as his tongue worked over her clit. She squirmed needily, trapped under his weight, desperate to cum, whining his name over and over until she couldn’t take any more.

“Wanna cum, Geralt, please.”

The fingers teasing her hole went still, and he lifted his head to look up her body, licking his lips clean of her taste. “Then cum,” he replied, sinking two fingers knuckle deep inside her, watching her expression dissolve into pleasure. She cried out, grinding down onto his hand, arching when he returned his mouth to her clit and sucked hard.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and her scream turned soundless as she tensed at the sensations he created. Every part of her body seemed to vibrate towards him, and the low growl he emitted against her cunt made her almost convulse with the throb of her climax. The tension flowed out of her all at once, leaving her trembling and panting hard.

Geralt pulled away, and for a second, she felt bereft, though the warm buzz of her orgasm kept her still. She could hear him undressing, hear the heavy thud of his boots as he removed them, and then the bed dipped under his weight again, and when she opened her eyes again, he was looming over her gloriously hard and naked. She reached for him, curling her fingers into his white hair to pull him in for a kiss, and he acquiesed without pause, fucking his tongue into her mouth as he slipped between her thighs. He didn’t wait, penetrating her easily, settling with her legs around his waist and cock buried to the hilt inside her.

A rattling moan left her as the kiss broke, and she looked up at him, almost sighing in satisfaction. “Feels so good,” she mumbled, tensing just to feel his cock twitch. “Wanted this for so long…”

He hummed, kissing a path along her jaw until his lips grazed the shell of her ear. His hips remained still, her body his perfect little cocksleeve as he pinned her down. “I want you on your knees,” he growled, grabbing her ass as he ground deep into her. “You want me to fuck you, princess, then I’ll fuck you how I please.”

He withdrew, slapping one hand against her thigh before wrapping it around his cock, stroking himself. She was sluggish to move, still shaking from the two orgasms he’d dragged out of her, and as she turned onto her front, Geralt grew impatient, wasting no more time in pulling her onto her knees. Lifting herself on trembling arms, she looked back at him for a brief second when he pressed in behind her, whimpering as he thumbed the blunt tip of his cock through her soaked folds.

In the next second, he was inside her again, the delicious stretch of his girth making her coo loudly, and he laughed, sliding one hand underneath her to grope at her tits. “Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, rocking into her slow but hard, letting her feel how deep he was at that angle. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she hissed, tossing her head back as her body automatically moved to meet his, desperate for him to move faster.

He straightened, placing both his hands on her hips before spreading his knees, forcing her to open to him. The position put a strain on her thighs but not enough that it distracted her from his sudden increase in pace. Every thrust was deliberate, allowing her to feel every single inch of the thick cock spearing her open, and she couldn’t help crying out, drowning out Geralt’s throaty grunts.

She came with a pitchy whine, surrendering to the pleasure. He didn’t stop, chasing his own end now, and she could feel the bruises on her skin where he touched her, each second passing with a little more pressure. Sweat beaded on her skin, and she gasped for breath, clawing at the blankets when he finally started to falter, his thrusts becoming stuttered as he reached his peak. One last hard stroke and he was buried deep and cumming, spurting warmth into her belly as she moaned decadently.

Her arms and legs ran out of strength, and she slumped forward, turning her head so she didn’t suffocate herself. The action forced Geralt to withdraw, leaving a sticky mess behind, and the bed shifted as he sat back on his haunches. “Are you satisfied now, my lady?” he teased, smirking at her as she nodded weakly and groaned into the pillow.

It wasn’t hard to find sleep once she was wrapped in his strong arms underneath the blankets, and when the tavern owner’s wife knocked on the door to rouse them the next morning, she struggled to pull herself from his warmth.

As he had promised, Geralt accompanied her everywhere, and she had to admit that his presence had allowed things to flow much more smoothly than she expected. Everything was arranged and done in time for lunch, so they took it at a leisurely pace, enjoying the few comforts the city offered that the countryside did not.

The sky was black by the time they turned onto the road to her home, though the clouds were already gathering with the threat of more snow. Geralt slowed, dismounting before Roach had stopped to open the gate, allowing Y/N to pass through. He didn’t bother to get back on the horse, following her down the dirt track to the front of the property, where Martha was waiting with the door open.

“Saw you coming, my lady,” she called as Y/N’s horse slowed to a stop.

Y/N dropped down from the saddle gracefully, clinging to the reins as Geralt approached with Roach trailing behind him. “I’ll be in in a moment, Martha,” she said, and the older lady nodded, scurrying inside and closing the door. Satisfied they were alone, Y/N met Geralt’s gaze with a hesitant smile. “Are we saying goodbye, Geralt?”

He looked up, assessing the sky, jaw clenching as his eyes dropped back to her. “It’s a long ride back to Kaer Morhen,” he murmured.

“You wouldn’t want to tire Roach out too much,” she agreed. “Best you stay here for the night. Set off fresh in the morning, after a good night’s sleep.”

One eyebrow arched at her, a smile curling his lips. “I don’t imagine what you have in mind will be anywhere near a good night’s sleep.”

Tugging on the reins, Y/N smirked at him as she led her horse towards the stables. “Are you going to turn it down?”

Geralt chuckled, shaking his head before following her. “Not at all.”

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loudblonde · 2 years ago

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Simon "Ghost" Riley X Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter One)

M!reader is the son of Price who is the leader of a mafia family, under him is of course M!reader who grew up away from the family and under his mothers' wings, unnamed mother.

+18 themes, minors do not interact.

AO3 Link down below

Warning: General Mafia BS, I am no expert or in it, this is just a generalisation of the crime world and what belongs in it, so keep it in mind when reading, blood, slight gore and guns, as well as violence and skewed power dynamics. Murder… duh. Inaccurate car stuff.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, was head of security for the family, by all means, he was a “made man” who was part of the family, he knew way more than most people assumed, and his silence was often mistaken for him not paying attention. He was always listening in on everything.

His boss, Price, was someone Simon was fully loyal to. If he was asked to do something or go somewhere, he would. No questions asked.

Simon prided himself on his ability to protect anyone, even the most slippery bastard or the loudest hostage. Maybe it was just the skull mask which wasn’t actually a real skull but many people assumed it was, it kept people quiet enough, made his job easier. Plus he had Roach to help him out if need be. Usually, the need was indeed there.

Ghost was never surprised by anything or anyone, he had seen a lot of shitty things and done a lot of horrible things. But when he entered his boss’s office and saw the most handsome man he had ever seen sitting in a chair in front of Price, he wasn’t sure what to do.

Price wasn’t smoking a cigar, he had been, the smell lingered in the room, it burned his nose even under the baklava, yet the smell was not strong enough that he had smoked it all the way. Another thing he noticed was the fact Ghost had not seen nor heard anyone enter the house and definitely not someone such as the man in front of him.

Ghost decided on just closing the door, letting silence take over as he walked further in and stopped right behind the two chairs, the man glanced at Ghost and he felt those (E/C) eyes pierce into his soul, like a predator waiting to pounce at its prey. “Good-” the sound of Price's voice snaps him out of it all, “-you made it.”

“Yes sir.” Ghost responds his voice rasped and monotone, as always.

Price smiles. “Gaz brought my son, (Y/N), with him home last night,” Price motioned to the man who finally took his eyes off Ghost. “There is some trouble and my son has no problem taking care of anyone who comes for him… I need him gone for the month so I can deal with it all personally.”

Ghost understood his assignment quickly. “You want me to take him out to the cabin for the month?” Ghost asked.

“Yes. It would be the safest option, for now.” Price said, heavily implying it may change.

Ghost nodded. “I can do that, boss.”

Prince chuckled. “I know you could, do not let it slip to anyone that I have a son, he is kept a secret for a reason.”

(Y/N), who was standing beside Ghost, chuckled. It was a deep chuckle that rumbled from the chest and escaped through the lips. “Aw dad, didn’t know you cared that much.” He said, making a joke. He turned to look at Ghost and once again those eyes stared straight through his soul into the deepest parts of his subconsciousness. Anyone in their right mind would be put off by it. “My stuff is already in a car waiting for us. When you are ready, meet me out there.” (Y/N) said and left the room, closing the door behind him as he left.

Ghost let out a deep breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding in. “Scary innit?” Price asked amused. “He got that from his mother, scariest lady I ever met.”

“I wasn’t aware you had a son.” Ghost said, still not sitting down.

Price nodded thoughtfully. “It was on purpose, his mum wanted him trained like ‘er before he came here to learn, I know that boy can handle my enemies.”

Ghost raised an eyebrow at that. “But?”

“He is my son, he shouldn’t have to face it already, that is why I have you ‘ere. Protect him because when I go, that boy will take over, he is starting his training officially when all of this is over.” Price said.

Ghost nodded. “Alright, I will grab my to-go bag and take him away until I get further instructions from Lasswell.”

Price nodded and reached over, he grabbed a small vile and held it out. “If you get caught and see no other way out, that is enough to kill 10 men.”

Ghost hid it in his breast pocket. “Thank you, boss.” He said and turned to leave, he reached the door handle before Price called out.

“Oh and be mindful of no intimate relationships.” Price said as he got back to work.

“Wouldn’t dream about it, sir.” Ghost responded as he headed out of the room, he glanced at Gaz, the only person who had been trusted enough to know about (Y/N), Ghost gave Gaz a nod before walking away.

Once outside he saw (Y/N) standing against a car, phone in hand, the car itself was nondescript and bland, perfect for driving into the forest to the lakeside house. From a distance the young man didn’t look like a threat, he just looked like a bored (your age) who wanted to leave and do something else. Ghost knew better though, those few seconds spent together had shown him the truth of the matter, the danger that lay beneath the bored mask.

Not even Price scared Ghost… no Ghost wasn’t scared or anything else, thank you very much. No, he was… dispassionate and efficient, good at his job. He never got emotions involved with the job.

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(Y/N) felt eyes staring at him, not that he cared… Well, maybe he did care, being away from his mothers' training and suddenly under his fathers' wings who he didn’t even know was… weird. Everything about this was weird and off-putting. (Y/N) knew Gaz well enough, he was the one person who brought letters from his father, starting a year back until they met in person half a year ago, all his training went out the window. He was no longer the one doing the dirty work but it was being done for him.

(Y/N) lifted his eyes and glanced at that man, his father explained his call name, “Ghost” and the reason why. (Y/N) had to admit, he felt sorry for the big geezer. The skull mask was freaky though, if (Y/N) hadn’t seen skulls up close before he would have thought that was real, the attention to detail was near perfect.

(Y/N) pushed off the car gently and got into the back seat, hoping that would make the man get his hint. Ghost apparently got it because not even 10 seconds went by before the trunk opened, something was thrown in and it closed again. The infamous Ghost got into the driver's seat and took off silently. (Y/N) didn’t mind the silence, it gave him time to let his mind race before he had to be alone with this man for 30 days.

“I wasn’t given a Lastname, do you share it with your dad?” Ghost asked 30 minutes into the drive. (Y/N) blinked as he looked at the driver.

“Erm, yes, I share with my dad, mum always said it was so I could remember him if I never met him.”

Ghost nodded at that. “Your dad mentioned you had training.”

(Y/N) nodded at that as he looked out through the tinted window. “My mum makes money off doing jobs no one wants and she is a good mercenary or disposal agent.” He said.

Ghost hummed in response.

“She trained me well, not enough to outdo her, but she trained me well.” He chuckled, leaning back. “Killed my first guy when I was 15, mum didn’t want me starting too old.”

Ghost glanced in the mirror but (Y/N) didn’t discover that. “I… you are good at that.” (Y/N) said finally glancing in the mirror. “Even with that mask of yours, getting people to talk, that is impressive.”

“So your mum is a merc who makes people go away. Any way I have heard about her?” Ghost asked.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Don’t know her professional name, or her name, I just know her as mum. What about you, Ghost? You got anyone besides dad?”

Ghost shook his head. “I have no one besides the family who saved me and took me in, that is where my loyalty lay.”

“Good.”

The next hour passed in silence as the car drove across highways and into normal roads before turning into dirt roads, if (Y/N) wasn’t aware the car was built to look inconspicuous and still handle a bit of everything, he would have been worried the car was gonna break down. City, to small town to village until they hit open fields and forests.

The car stopped outside a too-big lakeside house, (Y/N) figured it had been bought for family vacations that never happened, for just a moment he allowed himself to think about what could have been before he sighed and grabbed his bag.

He unlocked the home and entered, beelining it for the safest room, knowing he would be told to bunker down in there anyway. The house smelled vaguely of wood polish and cigars, perhaps even whiskey and vague iron from blood left to seep into wood somewhere.

The furniture was all old and covered by sheets to keep dust away, he didn’t hear footsteps behind him. (Y/N) didn’t mind it, it gave him time to clean up. He sat his things down and started in his room. Taking the sheets off the bed, dumping them just outside in a basket and made his bed. Silk pillow sheets and regular cotton sheets for the duvets before a blanket came on top, everything was decent, not perfect.

He heard the door open and slide closed, a quick glance and he saw a skull mask he would need to get familiar with. He kicked his boots off and headed out, taking sheets off the furniture as he hummed lightly under his breath, fully intent on ignoring the presence of the glorified babysitter.

He felt Ghost’s eyes on him, trying to pick him apart but (Y/N) didn’t budge.

“Once you are done undressing me with your eyes, mind taking these to the linen closet?” He asked, pointing to the basket filled with folded sheets. (Y/N) missed how Ghost’s eyes widened shortly, he focused on sweeping dust away and opening windows while activating the alarm system to detect if anything entered those windows.

He heard feet shuffling away and Ghost coming back as he finished. (Y/N) turned to Ghost and watched as he tensed up slightly. “Do you have any dietary restraints?”

Ghost carefully shook his head. “Good, I was told about the mask, if you wish to eat separately I won’t push.”

“Thank you.” Ghost said, his deep voice ever so raspy. (Y/N) stopped himself from imagining thoughts about this man that would land them both in trouble, these 30 days would only spell trouble and tension for them, he already knew that much.

Tag list:

#simon ‘ghost’ riley x male reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #cod x male reader #male reader #price is a dad #you can't change my mind #simon riley x reader

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fixfoxnox · 2 years ago

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Does the ultranationalist roach AU end with roach winning and settling with his little harem, or with Price recruiting Alejandro/Rudy/Alex/Farah and taking him down??? Bc honestly, it would swing either way and I would love a drabble of how the ending works out 👉👈

Roach's Darling Boy (1)

Warnings: Kidnapping, Threats, Stockholm Syndrome, Suicidal thoughts implied

Note: This is technically the first part of Price's kidnapping lmao, but it doesn't cover anything after, so: essentially Roach wins in this universe. He gets all the boys, turns them to his side, technically turns Alex, Farah, Alejandro, and Rudy to his side and later convinces Laswell to join the Ultranationalists!

"Let's have a conversation," Roach gave the two men a bright grin, leaning back in the little recliner he'd sat himself in. Despite his calm demeanor, the two men in front of him stood tensely. Stripped of all of their weapons and with a gun trained on them both, neither of them could feel as comfortable as Roach so clearly did.

"Conversation?" Alejandro gave a cynical laugh, "We don't talk with terrorists, pendejo."

Roach didn't react to his insult, he just maintained his grin. "I'm here to make a deal with the two of you. One that I think you'll both like."

Alejandro gave a low growl, "We don't-"

"Make deals with terrorists," Roach rolled his eyes, "Blah, blah, blah!" His smile fell only a small bit, "You've just not had a terrorist offer you something good enough yet."

"We don't take money," Rodolfo finally spoke, "We don't take bribes. We aren't low enough for that."

"Even if I could promise to wipe the cartel from Las Almas?" Roach shot back, an eyebrow raised, "Even if I promised that your home and you would have my protection from any outside threats?" He tilted his head at the men, observing the way that they both stared at him, shock written on their faces.

"That is," Rodolfo started slowly, "Why? Why would you do that?"

"Because I want something in return," Roach responded simply.

"We won't kill people," Alejandro was the one who answered, "We won't stoop to your level."

"I wouldn't ask you to," Roach responded quickly. "My request is very simple. All I'm asking you to do is say no to someone."

"What?"

Roach gave the two men a slow smile, he could see that he had their attention. After all, they knew how powerful he was, what type of resources and connections he had. They knew that he could make good on his promise. And he knew that all they wanted was for their home to finally be rid of the cancer that had flooded it.

"In several days," he started carefully, "Captain John Price is going to come to you and ask for your help for a mission. I want you to tell him no."

"That's all?" Rodolfo shook his head, crossing his arms with narrowed eyes. "I'm not buying it. What do you get out of that."

"Well," Roach stretched up carefully, "The mission is to kill me, so I suppose I get that."

"I don't blame Price for wanting to kill you," Alejandro snapped out, "If he asked me to help I would certainly say yes." He gave a few low curses in Spanish.

Roach gave the man a pout, "Now what have I done to earn so much ire?"

"Four of our friends are dead because of you," Rodolfo responded carefully, his own voice quite harsh despite his calm demeanor.

"Is that your hang-up?" Roach gave a slow chuckle, pulling his phone from his jacket to click several buttons. Within a few moments there was a distinct voice floating through the phone, one that both Alejandro and Rodolfo recognized immediately, much to their shock.

"Roach!" Soap's voice was excited. Roach brought a finger up to his mouth, indicating for Alejandro and Rodolfo to be quiet as Soap continued, "How is your trip going? Everything good?"

"Everything is going amazing, sweet boy." Roach gave a grin, "I just wanted to check in with you and the others. How are my boys doing?"

"We're doing good! Makarov's already finished that book you bought for him a few days ago and now he's moaning about having nothing to do, though. It's been a bit annoying. Me and Ghost finally think we've perfected that salmon recipe we were working on! Gaz has been holed up with Jackson practically the whole time, so we've not seen too much of him."

"Well," Roach started with a grin, "I look forward to seeing you sweet boys again soon. Tell Volodya that I'll have a new book in for him in a few days. I love you."

"Love you!" With that, Roach hung up the phone and met the wide eyes of both Alejandro and Rudy.

"Your friends aren't dead, they're very happy. All you have to do to keep it that way, to get rid of the sickness that has plagued your home, and to give Captain Price a chance to see his boys again, is to say no." He stood from his seat, a careful grin on his face, "So, what do you say?

"You expect us to say yes to this?" Farah scoffed, shaking her head as anger burned in her eyes. "Captain Price is our friend, if he comes to us for help we will give it to him."

"I can provide you and your army with invaluable resources," Roach started calmly, "I can ensure that this war you have is won within two years." He leaned forward against the table, tilting his head at Farah and Alex carefully, "That is your people free from Al Quatala, from outside sources looking to harm you, from all of it. And all you have to do is say no."

"My people will be free in time," Farah leaned against the table, meeting his eyes with a low snarl rising to her lips, "But I will not betray Price."

Roach watched her for a moment, observing her face. "Alright," he said after a moment. He gave a short shrug. "That's fine with me. I'll just take all of the resources that I just offered you, and give them to," he pretended to think for a moment, "AQ fighters. How's that sound?"

Farah reeled back from the table, her face twitching in anger, "You would give resources to men that wish destruction upon your country?"

Roach shrugged, "Even men with the strongest hatred wouldn't dare to bite a hand that feeds them well. They would know not to cross me." He tilted his head, "I suppose the question now is...will you cross me, Karim? Or will you take my offer?"

"You can't help?" Price's voice broke somewhere close to the middle and he looked far more defeated than either Farah or Alex had ever seen him. They shared a glance with one another. Both of them hated this, but at the end of the day they knew that Sanderson would make good on his threat if they didn't follow through.

"I am sorry Price," Farah spoke carefully, "But we can't risk leaving now. The balance of things is finally tipping in our direction and if we let up for even a second, AQ will regain its footing." She paused for a moment before adding, "You know we would help if we could."

Price gave a defeated sigh, a hand rubbing over his face harshly. They could both see the rage that had painted the other man's face as he spoke and even now, through the defeat, they could see that rage simmering under the surface. "It's alright," he said finally, "Alejandro and Rudy said they couldn't help either, seems we're all busy this week."

Farah and Alex shared another glance. Surely Sanderson hadn't gotten to them too? The timing just seemed so...convenient. "We are sorry, Price," Alex spoke carefully, "I know you were set on trying to go after the guy."

There was a glint in Price's eyes, something that had both Alex and Farah tensing. That was not the look of a man who was ready to stand down. "Captain," Farah started carefully, "You don't still plan on going after him, right?"

"Of course," Price agreed. "Good luck with everything Farah, I'll speak to you both again sometime." He cut the video call off with no further words spoken between them.

Alex and Farah were quiet for several moments, neither of them knowing quite what to say. They both knew, though, that Captain Price was going to try to go after Gary Sanderson on his own.

"Where are you?"

Price didn't respond to Laswell at first, he just watched the small factory, puffing on his cigar carefully. The factory was lit up by all sorts of flood lights. It was going to be difficult to sneak in, but nothing that he hadn't done before.

"I think you know," he finally responded. He snuffed his cigar out and tucked it back into his vest. It was a nice last treat to himself, but he couldn't wait any longer.

"John," Laswell sounded sick over the line, sick and terrified, "Don't do this. This won't bring them back."

"I know that," Price responded carefully. He checked over his guns for several moments, making sure that they would all work properly, "But I have to do it. I have to kill him. For them."

"You can wait," Laswell pleaded again, "Until Alejandro and the others are able to help. It doesn't have to be now."

"You and I both know," he started down the hill toward the factory, his movements careful, "That that isn't true. This is the best chance we'll have Kate. I'm sorry." He paused for a moment before, "Going dark." He cut off his comms and took in a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to do.

He didn't expect to wake up. He'd gone to that factory to die, to die in one last attempt to kill the man who'd taken his entire team from him. The man who'd snuffed out the light of four men who he considered his family. It was a suicide mission. He hadn't expected to wake up.

So when he did wake up, even with a pounding in his head, he knew that something was wrong. He should be dead. Why wasn't he dead? There was something else too, something else.

A pleasant sensation. Hands brushing through his hair gently, occasionally tracing over his forehead. What was happening? He wasn't dead and someone was touching him.

After several moments of working up his energy. He started to slowly peel his eyes open, groaning as he was blinded by the bright white of the lights of the room. Was this a hospital?

There was a small chuckle from behind him at his groan and he realized that his head was in someone's lap, pressed against their legs. The same person brushing through his hair. His eyes began to adjust and, ever so slowly, he could begin to make out the figure looking down at him.

His heart stuttered over in his chest. A grin met his eyes. Rage flooded him.

"Hello my Darling boy," Sanderson cooed from above him, "Sleep well?"

Bonus! Missing Scene for funsies:

"Oh, by the way," Roach stopped in the doorway of Alejandro and Rodolfo's home, a bright grin on his face, "If either of you ever decide that you want to retire and have someone take care of you? Just call me, I'd be more than willing to take care of you both." He shot a quick wink toward Rodolfo, "Especially you, Angel."

He ducked out of the house quickly after, the sounds of his chuckles intermixing with the sound of Alejandro's curses following after him.

#gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #captain john price #ultranationalist roach #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #roach x price #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #farah karim #alex keller

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ur-battdoll911 · 8 months ago

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ratings then and now

i was (and still am) a huge fan of HxH, and so, i found my ratings for them from a year or two ago, so i'll compair it then and now, the ttheme is: HxH characetrs and how we feel about them/simp for them

THEN:

Gon: im no simp, but hes cute, i love him, hes my child :)

Killua: Gay. no.

Kurapika: i used to like him, but now, no.

Leorio: LOL NO-

Hisoka: .... pedophile, but like- nice Hisoka.... my ballz (wtf was this rating

Illumi: hes cute, would probably protect me, simp a little

Kalluto: YESS KALLUTO IS MINE

Alluka: MY BABY 😭❤💕

Chrollo: i would sacraficce the world to even breath the same air as him, no 🧢

Noubunga: IS THIS A JOKE- 😭✋👁👄👁

Feiton: he so tiny~

Machi: why not

Pakunouda: I HELLA SIMP FOR HER LIKE- AH ❤❤❤❤

Shizuku: goth gf, why not, she cute

Phinks: .....no...

Shalnark: he nice, but no

Uvogin: exCUSE me. wtf?

Franklin: 🤐📸no, he nice though

Pitou: yeah.

Pouff: YESSSS THIS OVERLY DRAMATIC BOI

Komugi: I live forr Komugi, i die for Komugi, i sacrafice my whole life for Komugi

Mereuum: no :D

Ging: AYO-

Vs. NOW:

Gon: he is my actual child, but i got him off the lawn :/

Killua: gay as shit, get away from me and go back to Jujitsu Kaisen bitch

Kurapika: hell no, you fooled me and my motther to thinking you was a GIRL

Leorio: no.

Hisoka: bruh, he is a damn pedo, hell to the no

IIlumi: blud is mid, horrible brother but i would totally 1v1 him

Kalluto: yes, transgender support! kill transphobes!

Alluka: oh my god yes i would die for her shes so baby, so queen hholy shit i have made myself a painting of her yippeeeeeee

Chrollo: still hot asf but he left like our dads >:/

Noubunga: um, excuse me what the acttual FUCK

Feiton: short ass mf, tall as my mom at 5'1, im taller then him, crush him like a bug

Machi: i hate her :)

Pakunouda: i want to marry this bitch holy shit shes hot still

Shizuku: eh, reeally dumb, i need someone smarter and they dont have Amnestia

Phinks: no eyebrows, angerr issues, roach, get the fuck outa my face

Shalnark: no, hes sweet, but not someone i really care about

Uvogin: i'd rather him be my brother, y'know?

Franklin: lol, no, wtf did you think i'd pick?

Pitou: yuh, smash i like her

Pouf: he wouuld be a band kid

Komugi: *adopts*

Mereum: haha, fuck no :D

Ging: HELL NO HE LEFT TO GET THE MILK QUEOWGOYFWAO

#hxh #hxh 2011 #rating

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msweebyness · 1 year ago

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Artzy's Awesome Art- Darcy & JJ

Hey ya’ll, it’s the second installment of our Nightmare Before Christmas 30th anniversary special! A MASSIVE thank you to Artzy for doing this amazing art of my Descendants OCs, Darcy, the daughter of Oogie Boogie and Jack ‘JJ’ Skellington Jr, the son of Jack and Sally. They’re *gasp* a couple! Keep an eye out for the last surprise, and below I’ve enclosed some background about these two!

Darcy Boogie:

Adorable but also terrifying

Shortest of the VK’s (She's 4'9" and a proud tiny queen!)

Swears like a drunk sailor

Feral, Abrasive, Sarcastic, Brutally Honest Gremlin

One of the best fighters on the Isle, can and will kick anyone’s ass

Would not wear a dress if her life depended on it

Loves to scare and is damn good at it

Rare Find: Good Isle Parent Relationship

Loves her Papa, so don’t talk shit

Learned how to count cards when she was five

Has a six-year old brother, Nash, will protect him with her life

Lock, Shock and Barrel are (annoying) older siblings

Uma’s sister in all but blood, enforcer of the pirate crew

Fights with Harry all the time, but it’s out of love

Will also protect Gil with her life

Not good with affection, except if it’s her family, JJ, Uma, Gil and sometimes Harry.

Has three pet giant roaches, Chico, Harpo and Groucho, and a lizard, Roy.

Will deck you if you diss her man

Acts like a tsundere, but likes it when JJ is romantic

TFW you have to remind your dad at least once a week that he can’t kill your BF

Protective Queen

Will END you for killing bugs on purpose

JJ Skellington:

Might be a little overdramatic (read the sarcasm)

Gets V excited about things he likes

Has trouble holding still

Loves his snazzy suits, his dad’s style is on point

Don’t make fun of his fedora (Darcy is the only one who can steal it without sustaining serious injuries)

Has weird tastes in food

✨Flexible✨ Boi

Knows everyone in Halloween Town by name. They will fight you to the death to protect him.

Just as good at scaring as Darcy, she hates it

Jack’s Mini Me, helps him around Halloween Town

Tells his mom everything

Has three little sisters, Jennifer, Sylvia and Holly

Bullied in Auradon for not looking “Heroic”

Cannot hold a grudge to save his life

Only had four friends (Ben, Doug, Jane and Lonnie. He and Lonnie have been like siblings forever.)

Sweetheart™️

Gentleman™️

But also a snarky king

Deals with a lot of anxiety, has attacks on occasion

Knew he was going to marry Darcy within five minutes of meeting her

WILL write and perform an entire song for his wonderful girlfriend

Very scared of his future-father-in-law

I love my babies and I hope you do too! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#descendants #disney descendants #the nightmare before christmas #oogie boogie #jack skellington #Sally #JJ Skellington #Darcy boogie #descendants OC’s #son of jack Skellington #daughter of Oogie boogie

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rebelcourtesan · 6 months ago

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My D&D 5e Character Build for Niffty

Our favorite hyperactive psycho is ready for her dive into D&D.

We're going to build her to be zippy and capable of falling a powerful angels like Adam.

Stats (From highest to lowest)

Dexterity - Top stat. Niffty is fast little thing, sprinting around the hotel cleaning and this stat will be her main characteristic for attacks and dealing damage.

Wisdom - 2nd highest. Niffty knows a bad boy when she sees oine.

Charisma - 3rd highest. Niffty is cute and everyone in the hotel tries to protect her . . .from herself sometimes.

Constitution - 4th highest. She does clean with strong chemicals. She almost made mustard gas in the club.

Intelligence - 5th highest. She doesn't come across as bright, but this shouldn't be her lowest stat.

Strength - Dump stat. She's a tiny thing. And in Angel's words, she's ten pounds soaking wet.

Race

We're going to use a reskinned Halfing - Lightfoot for her race. She's small and fast, and since she gets the drop on an Overlord Valentino and a powerful angel Adam, she's naturally stealthy.

Adds +2 to Dexterity which we'll need to max out her Dexterity as soon as possible. As a Lightfoot, she'll add +1 to Charisma.

Her size is considered Small.

Speed is 25 ft

Lucky - Whenever she rolls a Nat 1, she can reroll it, but must take the second result.

Brave - she has advantage on saving throws against being frightened.

Nimble - She can move through spaces of creatures one size or more larger than her.

Background

Urchin will give her proficiency in Stealth and Sleight of Hand.

We're going to start Niffty into a class I know she's perfect for.

Level 1 - Rogue 1st Level

For Skills choose Intimidation, Perception, Investigation, and Acrobatics.

As a first level Rogue, Niffty gains Sneak Attack. Once per turn, when she lands an attack with advantage she does bonus damage which is 1d6 at this level.

She also gains Expertise. She can double her proficiency in ability checks for two of her skills. Select Stealth and Perception. She's sneaky and she also on the hunt for roaches.

Level 2 - Rogue 2nd Level

As a Rogue, she gets Cunning Action - she can use a bonus action to Dash, Hide, or Disengage which lets her evade enemies quickly, and hunt bad boys and roaches.

Level 3 - Rogue 3rd Level

Niffty's Sneak Attack damage increases to 2d6.

She can also go into a Rogue Archetype; for this build we're going with Assassin. This will allow her to be more lethal in combat as long as she gets the drop on unsuspecting enemies.

Assassinate - She gets advantage on any enemy who hasn't had a turn in the first round of combat. And any hit against a surprised enemy is an automatic critical.

Level 4 - Rogue 4th Level

Ability Score Improvement - Put both points into Dexterity so she can run fast and get the drop on enemies.

Level 5 - Rogue 5th Level

Sneak Attack bonus goes up to 3d6.

Niffty gets Uncanny Dodge. When a hit lands against her, she can use her reaction to halve the damage.

Level 6 - Rogue 6th Level

Niffty gets Expertise again, meaning she can choose two more skills to double her proficiency during ability checks. Choose Intimidation and Acrobatics.

Level 7 - Rogue 7th Level

Niffty's Sneak Attack bonus increases to 4d6.

She also gets Evasion which allows her to evade any damage from area effects on a successful save or only half damage on a failure.

Level 8 - Rogue 8th Level

Ability Score Improvement - Again, both points should go into Dexterity which should be maxed out this time around. If there's an extra point, add it to any odd number score to round it out.

We're going to leave Rogue behind to go into Ranger to deal extra damage.

Level 9 - Ranger 1st Level

At first level Ranger, Niffty can select a Favored Enemy which grants her advantage on Wisdom checks on tracking them as well as Intelligence checks on recalling information about them. I would choose Beasts as that would cover roaches and rats.

She also gains Natural Explorer granting her numerous benefits in her chosen terrain. I would talk with the GM and see if you could select Urban or City.

Level 10 - Ranger 2nd Level

As her Fighting Style, choose Dueling which grants her a +2 bonus to damage rolls when she fights with a one handed weapon with no other weapons. Think of her fighting with a needle (rapier).

She also gains access to Ranger spells. You can flavor it as her having a demon ability or cleaning equipment. And you can choose whatever spells you like, as the ones listed below are the ones I believe suit her character.

Hunter's Mark - As a bonus action, Niffty zeroes in one an enemy, adding 1d6 to her damage rolls against that target. When the enemy goes down, she can use a bonus action to recast it on another enemy.

Detect Poison and Disease - Niffty can sense the location of any poisons or diseases within 30 ft around her. She can also determine what they are. She does work with strong cleaning chemicals and rat poisons.

Level 11 - Ranger 3rd Level

Niffty now has Primeval Awareness. She can spend a spell slot to sense the presence of aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead within 1 mile within her favored terrain. This effect lasts one minute per level of the spell slot used.

She can also go into a Ranger Conclave. The one for Niffty is Hunter.

For Hunter's Choice, choose Colossus Slayer - once per turn, Niffty can add an extra 1d8 to an weapon attack against a creature with less than maximum hit points. Couple this with Sneak Attack with Hunter's Mark, then she's dealing serious damage.

Level 12 - Ranger 4th Level

Ability Score Improvement - By now, Dexterity score should be maxed out. If it is, then you can use the points to round out odd number scores, or put them both into Wisdom so Niffty has an easier time hunting for bugs and rats, but then again, we have the option to give her a feat instead.

Let's give her Alert. This will give her a +5 bonus to initiative (good for the advantage she has as a Rogue Assassin) and she cannot be taken as surprised so other creatures do not have advantage on her when attacking her unseen.

Level 13 - Ranger 5th Level

With Extra Attack, Niffty can attack twice when she performs the Attack action. That gives her two chances to land a critical hit with Assassinate.

Secondly, she gets access to 2nd Level Ranger spells. We'll go with:

Pass Without a Trace - Niffty can cast this on herself and a group to have +10 bonus to Stealth checks and they cannot be tracked except through magical means.

Darkvision - Niffty can see in the dark for 60ft

Level 14 - Ranger 6th Level

Niffty can choose an additional Favored Enemy, so let's go with celestials this time so she can help fight the Exorcists.

She can also choose another Favored Terrain, so feel free to choose whichever would best suit your campaign.

Level 15 - Ranger 7th Level

With Defensive Tactics, choose Multiattack Defense. If Niffty gets hit, she gains +4 bonus to AC for any following attacks from the same attacker.

Level 16 - Ranger 8th Level

Instead of an Ability Score Modifier, we'll go with a feat that will allow Niffty to deal more damage with a needle (rapier).

We'll go with Piercer. Put the extra point into Strength since Dexterity should be maxed out by now. If it's not, then go ahead and add it to Dex. The winning argument for this feat is once per turn when she lands a hit, she can reroll one of the damage die and take the second result. Also, if she crits, she can add an additional damage die to the roll!

Level 17 - Ranger 9th Level

With access to 3rd Level Ranger Spells, we'll go with:

Protection from Energy - Niffty can grant herself or a willing creature resistance to one type of energy, choosing from acid, cold, fire, lightning, or thunder.

Elemental Weapon - Niffty can imbue her weapon with an elemental type such as acid, cold, fire, lightning, or thunder. For one hour, her weapon has a +1 bonus to attack rolls and deals an additional 1d4 damage of the chosen elemental type.

Level 18 - Ranger 10th Level

Niffty can now Hide in Plain Sight. She can use material around herself to camouflage herself, giving her Stealth check a +10 bonus as long as she doesn't move or take actions. If she does so, she must camouflage herself again to take advantage of the benefit.

Level 19 - Ranger 11th Level

In a tight situation, Niffty can become dangerous. With Multiattack - Whirlwind attack. She can make melee attacks against any creatures within 5 ft of her.

Level 20 - Ranger 12th Level

For our last level, instead of Ability Score Improvement, we'll pick a feat instead. Go with Defensive Duelist. As long as she fights with a finesse weapon (needle/rapier), if a creature lands a hit, she can use her reaction to add her proficiency bonus to her AC to cause that attack to miss instead.

With this build, she can either outright avoid an attack or halve the damage, making her pretty resilient in encounters.

And there we have it. Niffty who can one shot kill an angel with all the damage bonuses she'll accumulate through Sneak Attack, Assassinate, Hunter's Mark, Colossus Slayer, Piercer, and Elemental Weapon. She's fast, stealthy, and deals devastating blows to unsuspecting angels and Valentino.

#hazbin hotel #d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e character #Niffty

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ukrfeminism · 2 years ago

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Teachers have called for action on homophobia and rape threats as a survey suggests more than one in 10 teachers have been physically assaulted by a pupil in the last year.

Nearly half (48%) of teachers surveyed said they do not feel that their school’s behaviour policy is effective and “fit for purpose”, according to a poll by the NASUWT teaching union.

The survey, of 8,466 NASUWT members in the UK in March, suggests that 13% of teachers have been physically assaulted by a pupil in the last year.

At the teaching union’s annual conference in Glasgow on Sunday, teachers told how they had also been subjected to racism, sexual assault and physical assaults including being kicked at, bitten, punched and slapped by pupils.

Meanwhile, the survey said more than one in four (28%) of teachers said they have been subjected to verbal abuse by a parent or carer during the last year.

As delegates debated a motion on Sunday which suggested assaults are seen as a “normal part of teaching” in too many schools, Bristol-based teacher Wendy Exton urged the union to take a stand.

The teacher of 28 years, the last 14 of which have been in alternative provision, said: “The continual abuse directed at myself, and I’m not alone here, takes its toll on your wellbeing.

“It’s simply another stress that we do not need. Not only are we subjected to derogatory language, but racism and homophobic language and more recently threats of rape, sexual assault, being stabbed or even threats to harm family members.”

Ms Exton also said threats of sexual assault are becoming “increasingly common” due to the rise of online pornography, exacerbated by the Covid-19 lockdown.

“We need to gain back control and spread the message that verbal and physical violence will not be tolerated and that as a union we will take action when employers refuse to deal with violence and abuse in their schools.”

Teachers have been subjected to pushing/shoving (22%), threats of physical assault (19%) and verbal abuse (58%) by pupils during the last year, according to the survey.

A teacher who responded to the survey said: “I regularly had a child that would throw chairs at me, threaten to kill me and my family. Say he was going to stab me.”

Another said: “I was upskirted. I have had an unknown substance sprayed in my face. I have been verbally abused and shoved several times.”

Another respondent said: “I’ve been spat at, swore at, pushed, punched, kicked. I’ve been called a hole for the lads to shove their dicks in. I’ve had two Year 11 boys trap me in my room and threaten to go through my things.”

Among the teachers who said they had experienced abuse from a parent or pupil, more than one in three (36%) said they did not feel their school dealt with the issue satisfactorily.

The motion, which was unanimously agreed by delegates, said the union is worried that employers are “failing” in their duties to protect teachers by either not completing risk assessments or seeing them as a paper exercise.

It added that the union is concerned that many school leaders are “not given sufficient guidance in the completion of risk assessments for violent pupils”.

Patrick Roach, general secretary of the NASUWT, said: “No teacher should have to go to work expecting to suffer from physical or verbal abuse by pupils.

“Employers have a statutory duty to carry out effective risk assessments – they cannot simply choose to ignore or underestimate the dangers of violent pupils.

“Where employers do fail to protect our members from aggression and violence, we will take them on and act to support and protect our members by any means necessary.”

A Department for Education (DfE) spokesperson said: “No teacher should feel unsafe or face violence in the workplace and we are taking action to improve pupils’ behaviour to ensure every school has a safe and respectable environment.

“Our ongoing £10 million Behaviour Hubs programme aims to support up to 700 schools between 2021 and 2024 in improving their behaviour by partnering them with selected exemplary lead schools and multi-academy trusts.

“Our updated Behaviour in Schools guidance provides advice on creating whole-school cultures which explicitly sets out what good behaviour looks like. This is so pupils can understand and uphold high expectations of behaviour, which in turn establishes calm and safe environments.”

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toiletwipes · 2 years ago

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Wipes, sunshine I fuckin destroyed my knee (not really just moved a bone) so I'm doing a mental recap of devil's law (I always misremember the name) characters so plz correct me of I'm wrong

Mc: memory of their summers as clean as a math test, no think let's do type of person, a complete mess, we love them

Faebur: a lovable nuisance, a murderer😬???, Protective sibling/bf, doesn't know about boundaries

Eileen: a complete weirdo, also lovable, caring and the mother friend, a cockblock🙄

Garth: best husband, understanding, I know he knows something I can't put my finger on it 🤔🤔

Honey: a baby (or a toddler??) No comments she is just a baby ✨✨

Phil: another weirdo, magic man🧙🧙, curious man why didn't you throw that raccoon boy away?? I need to know more about him, where are you from baby??

Tommy: a complete chaos (does is surprise you), wants to learn 🪄✨, but Will also knows magic🤔🤔, why he didn't teach him??, I bet if he tried something bad happened, also blood covered tommy?? Not a good sign

Fundy: mysterious man, monster hunter🪓🪓 (points against him, in this house we support monster fuckin) where are you from?? Who haunts you??

Niki and Ranboo: know nothing about them, but I love them anyways 🥰🥰🥰

you MOVED A FUCKING BONE???? UM??? i hope you're okay now!?!?!?!?!

ahhhh and its all good, it IS (villain by the) devil's law SO YOU ARE CORRECT! *the price is right theme*

MC is on point, very impulsive head fucking empty because it was invaded by a magic hand lol

and i wouldn't say sibling, more like a close close friend because if we say sibling we ride into DANGEROUS territory BUT YES protective like no other, who's boundaries who is she

eileen is RIGHT AND SO IS GARTH, and yes he knows things, they've known each other since high school, you think they have SECRETS? married to EILEEN?

honey is the best toddler i've ever met hands down (i say toddler because um. ive made her age horribly ambiguous)

phil TRIED SO HARD to throw him away the fucker is like A ROACH

OKAY so with tommy, what my aim for him is that he is of course magic, but in an inherent way, like he's magic inside of him but he really likes the way phil, born human and bland and boring, can perform magic as well and he wants to know all about HIS magic, and because well, will mopes around because of you know who pretty much ALL the time so djfjsjfj.

FUNDY. OUR BLORBO. for his arc, i am very very excited.

niki and ranboo are trying to live their lives supernatural free so they called the human version of beetlejuice LMAO

#love that for niki and ranboo #hungrycrazy #wipes answers #fic: devil's law

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Sorry for asking so many questions in a row! Last one, I loved the dialogue in “Take my Soul, Take my Heart (Tear Apart)”. I think it’s so sweet how all of the characters gravitate towards him because they want to protect him, and he in turn helps heal them.

In many conversations, the characters find themselves comparing Roach to others, the most notable being Ajax. Is this something that he’s aware of/has it ever overwhelmed the other characters? It’s said that he would have been good enough for the Ghosts team, would this have been something that Roach wanted?

Thank you for taking the time to answer my questions!

Please do not apologize! I love answering these questions so much it's not even funny. They're so important to my happiness.

In TMSTMHTMA specifically he's not too aware of all the different levels on comparison in the actual written text, but that's because he's just not as on screen in this one (and I miss my boy so much it's physically painful sometimes). But in the background I think he knows. In every verse he's compared to Ajax, even if in Be Somebody it's not always a good thing, and I don't think he'd mind. He'd like to know that his teammates are seeing their friends in him, and it helps him understand why people like him. Roach struggles with self image and confidence throughout the whole story and being able to go "they like this because of this" helps him feel like a part of the group and not just someone who is tolerated because he's 141, or Alex's friend, or Keegan's Mate.

As for Ghost Team, he would have loved that. In Another Life he wants them to be Pack, and in Be Somebody he would have loved that too. Bringing the 141 and Ghost Team together started with Falling Like Stars but it's been a constant theme throughout all of our works in Soldier's Eyes because they'd be *good* for each other. TMSTMHTMA explores that more in depth than any other but it's still not a total blending of the two. Roach wants family, he wants friends, he wants to be safe and loved, and Ghost Team would be those things for him.

Thank you for asking! I will gladly answer as many as you send!

#randomwordsandstormydays #ask #soldier’s eyes #answered #insomniamemoirs

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 1 month ago

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FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 33 - Part 2 BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

My family stayed for a while.

It was the longest time I've spent with my mother since she abandoned my brother and myself.

Though she more so observed all of us than talked.

I told everyone about the arsonist... 'I was being serious about that.' and how he allegedly set his girlfriend's car on fire after catching her with some dude.

At some point, Sam and Nathan got into a conversation on politics which they were both passionate about and thankfully on the same side for and Maggie was filling the ladies in on her and my brother's wedding plans.

I took that as my moment to step outside onto the balcony which was narrow with two chairs and a small road table.

Ciera and I would spend our nights out here smoking which was exactly what I was in need of.

The small table was already set up for a smoke session with an ashtray that was shaped like an alien head, a grinder, Ciera's rolling tray, a couple lighters.

There was a few roaches in the ashtray, picking one up, I lit the joint and inhaled.

I exhaled as I leaned against the metal railing.

I could see the apartment's parking lot down below.

A neighbor was walking her tiny white dog.

I looked over my shoulder at the sound of the sliding glass door opening.

It was my mom.

I didn't know if I was feeling like a one on one with her right then but the weed helped.

She was always against pot when I was younger but I offered the joint anyway.

To my surprise, she accepted it.

My mom chuckled.

"Don't look at me like that, just because I didn't want my kids indulging doesn't mean I didn't."

"Have at it," I said, looking back out across the parking lot.

She leaned against the railing, taking her hits then passed it.

I tossed it in the ashtray after taking its final hit and grabbed another roach before lighting it.

We smoked in a thick awkward silence for a moment before my Mom cleared her throat.

"I like Maggie with Nathan, she knows how to handle him well," she chuckled to herself.

"And Sam's wonderful. I'm glad my boys each found someone good."

I wanted to roll my eyes, one evening with all of us and she thinks she knows who's good for us?

"Hmm," was my only response.

'My boys. We haven't been 'her boys' in years. What a joke.'

"And Kaitlyn's delightful... Ciera's very protective over you which I like..."

"Why are you back, mom? After all this time," I asked, cutting her off because I didn't care for small talk.

She goes to speak but I cut in again.

"Actually, no. Why'd you leave in the first place? Why'd you leave Nate and I?"

She sighed.

"I had to leave, Noah. I wanted to take you both with me..."

I couldn't help but scoff.

"Then why didn't you?"

I could feel the anger in me rise, so I tried to remember what Dr. Zinko told me to calm myself down.

Count to ten and take deep breaths. 1... inhale, 2... exhale, 3... inhale...

"I was going to, really," my mother insisted.

"I was coming up with a plan on how to get you both out."

"And?" I questioned but I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know the reason for her absence.

Why did I even bring it up?

It's just going to upset me more.

"I- I..." she struggled like she didn't know how to explain herself.

"I got involved with someone," she admitted embarrassingly.

"He was," she shook her head at herself.

"Controlling and abusive... like your father... guess I have a type," she laughed humorlessly, my anger simmering down a bit as she continued.

"I was with him for years before I was able to escape his grasp."

"Jesus, mom," I said, feeling guilty thinking this whole time she left me to go live happily with some new family.

When in reality, she just ended up in another shit position.

"You don't understand how long I've held onto this guilt of walking away but I was terrified to get sucked in again."

I didn't say anything, my mind running in circles.

"I thought about you everyday, Noah," she said with her hand over mine.

"I know I missed out on a lot, I should've been there. I'm genuinely so, so sorry. I know me leaving shifted all the abuse onto you and your brother."

"I'd rather dad hit me than hit you," I muttered admittedly and no longer felt angry but sad.

Sad for what both of us went through.

"I'd rather him six feet under where he is now."

"Hah, he can rot in hell," I added.

"Believe me, he is. Probably getting his ass beat by the devil himself."

"Definitely," I chuckled then turned to my mom and hugged her before I could change my mind.

She wrapped her arms around me and I felt all the weight in the world fall off me.

"You missed out on a lot," I spoke into her hair.

She smelled the same as when I was a ki,; like warm honey.

"I needed you," I sniffled, trying to keep my emotions at bay.

"I know."

She tightened her grip around me, and said softly.

"I'm so sorry, baby."

"Fuck," I said, wiping my eyes once we pulled apart.

"I was so angry."

My mom brushed her thumb over my cheek.

"I know. Can we start over?" she asked with her hand on my cheek.

I nodded.

"Finish this," she handed me the remainder of the joint.

"Then come join us inside."

**********

My family left an hour or so after my conversation with Mom.

Cierra was in her bedroom, Sam was waiting for me in ours, he knew I needed a moment alone with Kaitlyn after what he told me was going on.

Kaitlyn was getting a glass of iced water from the kitchen; she always had to have water on her bedside table before bed.

"Hey," I greeted and took a seat on the stool.

With a kind smile, she greeted me back with a soft

"Hey. Ya' know, I saw you talking to your mom tonight. I'm really happy you're giving her a chance. Not for her but for yourself."

"Yeah, I'm... actually glad she was here," I tell her honestly.

"But listen, Sam told me about your parents cutting you off."

Kaitlyn sighed, setting her glass down.

"I figured he would."

"You could've told me, you know I'm here for you."

"Of course I know that... it's just embarrassing."

I gave her a pointed look.

"Do you know who you're talking to? I'm the last person you need to feel embarrassed about having shitty parents with."

"I know, it just sucks."

Sheepishly, Kaitlyn folds her blonde hair behind her ear as she says...

"I've been slowly moving my things into here... I've been meaning to ask you if I can officially move in. It was Cierra's idea,but obviously you..."

"Of course you can. You're my family," I tell her wholeheartedly, bringing her into a hug.

"I'm sorry your dad's a shithead."

Kaitlyn chuckled.

"Aren't they all?" she asked as we released from our embrace.

"Hah, you might be right. Oh and you're getting a job by the end of this week and helping with rent," I told her with a smile.

"Welcome to adulthood."

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