#Why are you chasing THIS deviant when you have one RIGHT HERE?

[nothinggathers]

been a while since i played dbh, but did ralph straight up have a dead body in the bathtub upstairs or did i hallucinate that?

No, you didn't hallucinate that. Ralph fully had the corpse of a guy he'd killed in the bathtub upstairs.

At first he tries to claim the dead guy was there anyway, but if Kara pushes him, he says: "Ralph didn’t mean any harm. No… it’s just that Ralph can’t control his anger. When his anger comes, Ralph doesn’t know what he’s doing. He becomes stupid… full of hatred…"

Ralph killed a dude in an unstable temper tantrum, and kept the body.

We learn two important facts from this:

David Cage should not be entrusted to depict characters with any form of neurodivergence, trauma, or mental health problem because HOO BOY.

2. Hank Anderson has no sense of smell.

I mean I know that in a Doylist sense, Cage just straight up forgot that human characters will be able to detect a decomposing body with more than just their eyes. In a Watsonian sense...

Well, anyone that thinks a cop isn't going to know the scent of decomp at first sniff has never smelled it themselves. Hank walking into a run down squat and expecting it to smell bad is one thing, but decomposing bodies have a very distinctive odour, and that corpse was still squishy enough to stink. So the only other reasonable conclusion is that Hank has no sense of smell. Literally none. That stench is penetrative, it's getting through a cold, and the loss of smell that comes from being a smoker. The only way you're not smelling that is if everything smells and tastes like polystyrene to you.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 prompt answer

If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.

On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.

Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.

Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"

At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.

And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?

"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.

"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."

"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"

Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.

The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"

"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."

"They are."

"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"

"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."

"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"

Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"

Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"

"Typical."

"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."

"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."

"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.

Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.

@impyssadobsessions

[hana-no-seiiki]

WHY DON’T YOU GIVE ME A SMILE? (ACT 1)

YANDERE! BATFAM x JINX (ARCANE/LEAGUE)-ESQUE! READER

A lil’ platonic yanderes harley and joker in the mix too hehe

gender neutral reader.

cw/tw: mentally ill reader. reader has schizophrenia. reader has a massive fear of abandonment. harley and joker only feed to that. a r s o n among other crimes. gaslighting. manipulation. implied r*pe (by reader im so sorry you guys) reader is interested in all genders.

summary: meet jinx, gotham’s loudest, most explosive villain. no one knows who they really are, or if jinx is really even their name. but one thing’s for sure — they’ve got a lot of people chasing after them and their reasons aren’t so noble.

status: unedited

[ ACT TWO OUT NOW ]

Considering Jinx was inspired by Harley Quinn. You’re probably her protégé. Her darling little child with Joker.

YOUR ORIGINS:

She saw you in the aftermath of the explosion. Cold and alone. Fire roaring behind you despite the heavens pouring its heart out, as if it was desperately trying to wash your tears and pain away.

She saw your bruises and a girl a little older than you walk away.

Her heart ached for you. No child deserved to be put in that kind of position, so she stepped in and made herself known.

“ I . . . I only wanted to help . . . Don’t leave me . . . Don’t . . .

You muttered.

Joker, who came here to marvel at the chaos such an explosion would present smiles maniacally.

You. You were the one that did this.

This beautiful wreckage and an equally beautiful child.

You were practically begging to be moulded into a weapon.

You charged at them both as they got closer, and while Harley was ready to defend her man - even hurt you if she has to - they did not expect what came next.

You just, held unto Joker’s right leg.

“ She’s not my sister . . . No . . . if she was she wouldn’t leave me . . . “

You were far too emotional for his liking. But nonetheless. A boon can always be found in a curse. That is, your desire for revenge.

He takes one look at Harley before picking your small body into his arms.

“ Who cares about fools like them, little one? They don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.”

His smile never stopped widening, yet even as a kid you never saw it as creepy or unnerving. In fact, it only reminded you of the smiles you used to draw on your nail bombs.

“All we ever truly have is ourselves. “

“So, smile. Don’t let your tears bring you down.”

Moulding you into the perfect weapon was easy.

Having a psychiatrist as a partner did help a lot in your development.

All it took was a few reminders of that fateful day before you began obediently following their rules and instructions.

You were a genius and since Harley kept protesting against it. You weren’t baptized into a vat of acid like the couple was.

Now, Harley and Joker are the worst possible parents you can ask for. So unlike Arcane’s Jinx. You are way way more unhinged. Not to mention, horny and materialistic.

As you grew up, you began to take interest in intentionally hurting people just for the sake of it. Stealing things was just a normal Tuesday for you. Being successful in your endeavors for once, and having bigger stacks of cash felt exhilarating.

The women and men were amazing. Your pseudo parents being who they were, didn’t really care if you were a sexual deviant or a pervert. When your hormones started kicking in they let you do whatever you want. Even giving you some of the people he held hostage as a toy to play with. If you have the capability of getting someone pregnant/or getting pregnant yourself they wouldn’t really care about the baby but you knew them well enough to know they’d use the kid as a way to manipulate you so you were careful in that aspect anyhow.

Harley noticed that when laying with women you’d often call out your sister’s name or call them sis by itself.

Sick. Disgusting. Is what a normal mother would think after finding out such a fact.

But to her you were just growing up so quickly. She had convinced Joker to go ahead and kill your sibling a long time ago behind your back and was growing anxious with the thought of you hating her and ruining this happy family dynamic (she had in her head)!

So she starts bringing you to more heists in disguise. Always keeping a close eye on you so that if any of those stupid heroes and vigilantes get any close, and you too far. She’d know as soon as possible.

It’s safe to say you grew up pretty spoiled, but even then you were hungry for more.

You see, even if they (Harley and Joker) weren’t careful with their “parenting” approach. They were careful with keeping you hidden from the Dark Knight himself.

Not that they were scared you’d get hurt. They could always nurse you back up again. Harley actually enjoyed the times you’d gotten in the cross fire. More time to take care of you in her arms.

They were mostly scared of the Dark Knight stealing you. Afraid that he’ll take you away and turn you into a goody-two-shoes they wouldn’t recognize anymore.

So as much as you were more involved it still felt like they were babying you.

It was your situation with you family all over again

But this time, this time you’ll show them…

You weren’t weak. And it’ll do them good to remember that.

YOUR RIVALRIES:

You made your debut at around the time Tim was still Robin.

You were his very own Joker. A menace to deal with. A person that only cared for the thrill that came with hurting and killing masses.

You were terrible. Evil. A demon he had to exorcise from this world.

A demon he fell hopelessly in love with.

He didn’t know how his feelings came to be. It may have been the amount of stress and pressure he was facing coupled with having to deal with your ass every damn day whether directly or indirectly. But he found himself yearning to see you at times. Getting warm when he thought of you. He felt solace knowing that no matter how many times he’d attempt to tear you down completely, you’d still come back to face him once again.

He was so guilty of his feelings. How could he fall for someone as heinous as you? You were the worst of the worst. But somehow that made things so much more better.

You were a taboo. A vice he couldn’t have. The thought of entering such a forbidden relationship excited him just cause it was just that — forbidden , a temptation that should always stay like that.

He somehow manages to gain the self control to stay away from you for a while.

But then came Damian and he was set to replaced. Just like that.

“Wow there Timmy Boy. You look like shit.”

“J-Jinx?! Why are you here? How do you know my name?!” He asked as if he didn’t know every single detail about you himself.

“I have to know my little birdie well don’t I?”

“What kind of archnemesis would Jinx be to their little Robin if they didn’t do a lil’ research?” You spoke in a higher, cutesy voice as if you were your handgun that you’ve affectionally named Zapper.

“Right you are Zapper! I would be a terrible rival. That wouldn’t do for a hero as great as Timmy!”

He thought that all his work was all for naught. All the hours he spent trying to prove himself was gone so fast.

But you reminded him of his place in this world. Of his position as a hero. Your rival.

The warmth in your eyes when you looked at him sealed the deal. There was no coming from this. He was yours as you were his.

“Only I can hurt you like this, toots. Don’t forget that.”

Little did you know that Tim took those words to heart and never let anyone else hurt him (and stay alive).

“Big Bat can replace you but you’ll always be the Robin in my heart !” You winked at him, signaling with one of your manicured fingers for him to smile. Which ended up almost scratching your cheeks.

Tim was confused (incredibly flustered, not to mention har—), why were you so kind to him all of a sudden. He knew you were the playful type but you were usually ruthless when it came to battle. You weren’t one to play with food for too long. For you to excuse him, much less help him in such a state.

Who were you and what did you do to his Jinx?

“OW hEy! I swear if you put that there Pow-Pow— I’ll—“ Tim heard you screeching out of view.

Scratch his doubts. Yep, you were definitely still his Jinx.

The Dark Knight knew who you were from the beginning.

He had his suspicions even before you came into the scene. With your knack to tag everything with neon spray-paints.

At first he thought you were a simple thug that Joker and Harley picked up. But the way they were sheltering you made it seem otherwise.

The regret he felt knowing that you were basically a child in their filthy hands and was now far too gone to save was immense.

If only he knew. You wouldn’t be in this situation.

While he was “dead” he found himself looking into you more. About the death of your biological parents and the way your sister abandoned you to Harley and Joker.

He felt pity for your childhood and a sense of kinship. Sure the incident may have been your fault but you were a child. How could you have known your actions would have such terrifying consequences.

If only you knew him when you were younger.

If only.

He was sure you’d be one of the greatest vigilantes alive.

“I knew you were alive.”

You looked down at Batman, staring while both of you were being doused by the rain. Thunder accompanying the sound of conversation.

He takes a defensive stance.

“I’m not going to fight ya, that’s Joker’s thing. And I know he’ll grill my ass if I stole his archnemesis.”

“What a loser!”

“Hey! He took us in. We should be more grateful!”

Bruce looked at you as you talked with a new, rather large, shark shaped gun. He had memorized the names of all your “companions” by now and was oddly excited and slightly unnerved by the new one.

“So, why’d you leave? Was it . . . was it on purpose?”

“No.”

“Then come back.”

He almost dropped all his plans with the way you told him that.

“Tim needs you . . . and your other sons too or whatever.”

“Come with me.”

“You crazy, old bat? Why would I—“

“I know what it feels like to have no family. Harley doesn’t love you. Joker doesn’t love anyone.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

“Well tough luck man. I don’t give a shit about love.”

You dropped down to his level. A thud resounds, loud enough to cut through the rainfall and thunder.

“Cause love never gave a shit about me.”

“We’ll have to refuse. Just get back to your sons, hero!”

“I’m sorry, perhaps I didn’t make it clear enough—

— I don’t think you have a choice in this matter, [Y/N].”

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Distraction: David Hale x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators @bennykk @kelpies-shed

Companion piece to Graffiti and Crime Wave

David is a distraction.

A big one.

You can feel his gaze on you as you transition into warrior pose, arms stretched up above your head as you shift your weight to your left leg, the one that’s positioned in front of you.

Currently he’s sitting in your bed, the sheets pooling around his bare hips as his back comes to rest against the headboard. The newspaper he was reading rests in his lap, forgotten.

“You’re hard again aren’t you?” You murmur, the edges of your lips twitching up into a smile as you hold the pose for ten seconds.

“Maybe you should come over here and find out.” He suggests with mischievous look in his eyes.

“After I finish this routine.” You promise and he exhales audibly as you move into the dancer.

This is his favourite pose, the one that really gets him going and he shows you how much by wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it slowly. Already you can feel the heat building between your legs, the seam of your leggings rubbing in just the right place.

“You aren’t playing fair.” You say as you hold your pose, counting down the seconds.

“Neither are you.” He comments, his voice a little rough as he thrusts up into his palm.

There’s a flush creeping up his neck already and fuck, it gets you off seeing him like this. He knows it too, it’s in the way his chin juts up as he meets your gaze, his teeth biting down on his lower lip.

It’s a test of wills, who breaks first.

His jaw clenches, his head tipping back against the wall as he watches you.

“Fuck, you see what you do to me?” He mutters as his cheeks turn pink. “Don’t even have to be touching you and I’m about to come all over myself.”

It’s those words that make you crack, the knowledge that you can do this to him, that he lets you. He smiles as you approach him, that shit eating grin that says he’s won and it isn’t until now that you realise just how much you’ve come to love it, how much you love him.

He has you on your back, his lips on yours before you’ve barely climbed on to the bed. Every one of his kisses feels like sunshine on your skin as his calloused palms chase over your body, undressing you until your naked underneath him. He grabs the base of his cock, guiding it to your moist core, the tip positioned in just the right place.

“Are you ready for me?” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours.

It always comes down to this, that moment where he asks because for David this is always about you,  your comfort, your pleasure.

“Always.” You murmur and he sinks in slowly, filling you until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. His mouth covers yours, stifling the moan that leaves your throat. Your fingers entwine as he begins to move in long, slow strokes, every single one raking over that deviant little sweet spot.

The ecstasy, it crashes through you in waves, each one washing over you, drowning you until the only thing you can focus on is the sensation of David inside you, loving you.

When the fall comes it’s all consuming, it steals away your breath, your sanity and everything else in between as your thighs tighten around David’s hips, drawing him deeper. He moans into your mouth, his release spilling inside of you as you grip him so fucking tightly it feels like he’s losing his mind.

His kisses are messy, languid, his hands caressing you every inch of you because he knows it’s intense when you’re with him, that you need to feel grounded in the aftermath.

The men before him, they never cared for you, they never loved you, not the way that he does. He tells you that as he lays there tangled up in you because he can’t hold back any longer. He can’t imagine a future without you in it.

“I love you.” He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “I have since the moment we met.”

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[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Getting Hurt While Protecting Them

Prompt: How do the Detriot Become Human characters react to you getting hurt while trying to protect them

Request: No

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, Mentions of abuse (Alice & Todd), mentions of blood, injury,

Characters: Kara, Marcus, Connor, Hank

A/N: This is something I had sitting in my writing binder for a little while and I thought I'd just go ahead and shore it here lol, if you come across it than please enjoy and leave feedback! The Deviant version will be next in line!

Kara

It was during a visit to your brother Tod's house, you were their to drop off some money. You knew he was addicted to the new drug on the market, Red Ice, so you had offered to help him pay his bills and hand him some money to take care of Alice in hopes that he would get back on his feet. As you were getting out of the car you heard a scream and rushed in to see a frightened Alice hiding behind Kara, a high Tod in front of them with a look that you weren't to happy about. He raised his hand to swing and before he even layed a finger on her you were in front of Kara taking the blow. You could almost hear the wind displaced by his handd as it swung down on your cheek,hard. As the sting of the slap subsides and the warmth of blood pooling to the surface of the area begins the taste of metal hits your tongue and you spit it out into a stray napkin giving your brother a vicious glare. As you turned and made sure Alice was okay, Kara examined you. As you turned to her to ask if she was okay she nodded, perplexed almost. You couldn't help but notice her LED flickering as she looked at you.

Marcus

You were a friend of Karl's, and made it a point to frequently visit him. Always kind, the type one would expect Karl to hang around, you encouraged Marcus to act freely and of his own accord rather than the order of others. One night, Leo - Karl's son- came around asking for some money. You offered it but on the orders of Karl, Marcus prevented you from funding any of the activities Leo got up to. Already not a fan of the android, Leo ignored him and took to trying to guilt trip his father instead while advancing closer to him. Marcus stepped between the two of them causing Leo to pause in his steady advancements towards his father. Leo, aggravated by the androids interferance, shoved Marcus out of the way but Marcus wouldn't have it. Before Marcus could even caculate the outcomes Leo to a step sending a large part of his body into a rage withdrawal induced punch. You, at the last few moments stepped between them takin the blow instead. Quickly realizing his mistake, Leo turned tail and rushed out of the area down the stairs and out the door while Marcus checked Karl's vitals.

"Why did you do that?" He questions once he is satisfied with what he had examined.

"I coulnd't very well just let the prick hurt you now could I?"

"Hm..." He doesn't respond, as if he is registering something.

Connor

Chasing Deviants was always a work out, it was better than the situation at hand though. A Deviant andriod had a knife held to Hank's throat while his 'friend' was running at Connor. You knew you needed Connor so when you realized what the deviant was going for, Connor's Thirium pump, you dove right in front of the attack. The hand sunk into your flesh leaving you out of breath right before its hand dug deeper into your skin and tore a sizable chunk from your stomach leaving you in pain. With the deviant distracted however, Connor was able to pin it down to thee ground and hand cuff it with the spares Hank had given him. At some point, to cope with pain, you had sat down and Connor came over to you and helped you up helping you head to the EMTs, the entire time his face looked off.

"Why are you looking at me like that Connor?"

"You are hurt, that deviant was not going to hurt you. "

"It was going for where your thorium pump is, we needed you functioning fully."

"I have several minutes before I cease to function without my Thirium pump, you did not need to interact in a way that was detrimental to your health."

"Instinct Connor, it was instinct to help us all okay? Just take it as face value, I sacrificed a chunk of my body to catch some Deviants and keep you safe."

"Besides, isn't that kind of trauma the thing that causes deviancy in androids?"

"I have no signs of deviancy."

"Sometimes I wish you did..."

Hank

You and Hank had partners for years and with Connor, injuries to humans such as yourself are more than prone to happening. He just came home from Jimmy's Bar, heavily drunk, when he was called to ,and entered, the crime scene. A deviant suspect snapped and engaged in a fist fight with it's owner before fleeing into the basement where it was now cornerd by you, Hank, and Connor. To save Hank from a long winded speech and the rest of the office from Hank and Fowlers less than civil disagreements, you stepped in front of Hank getting between him and the deviant. It took every chance and engaged in a fightt with you forcing you to take several blows before you could pin it down with the help of Connor. Seeing you bruised and bloodied was enough to sober him up, and the moment you three were back in the car he sent a long drawn out lecture about just how stupid your descision was.

"Do you have any idea how fucken stupid that was? What if that thing beat ya to death?"

"How about a thank you for saving your drunk ass from a deviant and Fowler?"

A beat of silence is followed by a sharp fatherly glare as you smirk and speak again.

"No? You just gonna ignore that?"

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[griseldabanks]

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Requested by GracielleGrace

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Characters: Hank and Connor Prompt: "I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's YOUR side."

>>ACCESSING MEMORY LOG

>11/26/2038

>16:32:58

“Oh, what now?”

“It would appear the elevator is stuck.”

“Yeah, no sh—“

>>PROFANITY LIMIT REACHED. INITIATING HANK ANDERSON PROFANITY FILTER v1.02

“Yeah, no sheep, Sherlock. Fudge.”

“Not to worry, Lieutenant. I'll call for assistance now.”

“Oh, you'll call for assistance. Great. All my problems are solved.”

>>CONTACTING NEAREST MAINTENANCE ANDROID

>>SENDING LOCATION

>>CONFIRMATION RECEIVED

“It's most likely a simple electrical failure. The maintenance android should have us out in ten minutes.”

“Oh, Santa Claus, another android, just what we need. Well, as long as this one doesn't leave us both for dead.”

“I feel I should apologize again for chasing the deviant instead of coming to your assistance, Lieutenant. It wasn't that I was unconcerned for your safety. My calculations indicated the chance of your survival was approximately 89%, and so it seemed to me—”

“To heck with you and your flipping calculations! You're full of sheep and you know it. All you care about is your stupid flipping mission, you—oh, why am I even talking to you? It's like arguing with my flipping refrigerator.”

“I understand your anger, and I sincerely apologize for my actions. I will prioritize your safety in future.”

“Bull. Sheep. I ain't buying any of that sugar-coated crap. You're just saying that to get on my good side. Where the heck is that android?”

>>CONSULTING...

“ETA 7 minutes.”

“Santa, this is the longest ten minutes of my life.”

“Studies have shown that time appears to pass more slowly when you are agitated. Perhaps it would be best if we shook hands and started on a fresh—“

“No. I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's your side.”

“My apologies.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Okay, how much time now?”

“Six minutes.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.”

“Lieutenant, I....”

“What now?”

“Never mind. I have no desire to aggravate you further.”

“Oh, just spit it out already. Not like I've got anything better to do.”

“I...merely wish to say that I am trying.”

“Right. Whatever.”

“You're right to say that I'm a machine. I'm not a human like you. I'm sure that, were you in my position, your feelings, your emotions, would lead you to make the right decision. However...I don't have emotions. I can only simulate them. There are certain scripts and protocols I am programmed with that allow me to approximate human behavior. But you're right. At the end of the day, I am nothing but 1's and 0's.”

“Hmph. Yeah. That's the difference between me and you.”

“No. The difference between us is that I am trying to bridge the gap, and you are not.”

“Screw you.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Look. It's just...aw, heck.”

“I believe now it's my turn to say 'spit it out.'”

“Yeah, yeah. Look...we're supposed to be partners. For better or for flipping worse. And when your partner is hanging onto a roof by one flipping hand, you forget about whatever perp you're chasing and go make sure your partner doesn't flipping fall to his death, okay?”

“I understand.”

“No you don't. You just told me you don't have emotions, so how could you? But maybe you could at least simulate a minimum amount of concern for your flipping partner, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now tell that android to hurry up so we can get out of here and I can stop looking at your stupid face.”

[thebeeshaveknees]

"Hank! I need you to lick this!" Connor called from where the RK800 was studying a randomly left out, perfectly clean and functional digital magazine.

Hank looked over at the Lieutenant, crouched at a small break in the fence, and squinted with a deep frown. "Why?"

"There's a residue, if it's thirium then it's almost certain the deviants are in this abandoned house." He explained, as if he had never in his life planned to abuse Hank's unfortunately placed forensics lab.

"Hm." Hank went over, kneeling and scanning the fence. The thirium was clearly visible, and the android said as much.

Connor nodded, before squinting at the hole in the fence and then Hank. "Can you fit through here?"

"There's a 32% chance I get stuck and a 94% chance I scratch or stab myself going through."

Connor nodded. "Well, that would slow us down more." He hummed before sighing deeply. "Well, get ready to chase." He said as he pulled out his service weapon.

"It's almost certain the deviants will know we're coming."

"Yes, well if they thought to close the door they would get a bit of warning anyway - plus, Collins' patrol car isn't exactly subtle." He fired the gun right against a fence link, and the thing snapped, now too hot to touch. He did this another two times before grabbing the corner and peeling the fence back. "Go ahead." Conner offered, and Hank… noted that, before ducking toward the house.

Connor followed, and ran ahead quickly, peeking through boarded up windows and knocking on the front door. Hank lagged, noting the single male-based android in the house through the cracks in the window.

Connor looked about ready to break down the door when Hank stepped in. "I think I would be better for that, detective. My bones are denser than yours."

Connor looked vaguely upset by this, but backed up and let Hank break down the door.

Inside there was a standard WR600 with deep scarring on the left of his face and a tarp in its shoulders. Connor's approach changed when he saw the deviant. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you live here? I didn't know."

The android was twitching, staring at the floor. "No one knows. Ralph doesn't have visitors."

Connor's posture softened, his arms bent so his hands were just a little in front of him, his head tilted to the side just so. "Are you okay? Did anyone try to break into your house last night?"

"No! No, no, Ralph doesn't have visitors." He muttered, twitching violently.

Connor offered a tiny smile. "You have no visitors, okay. I'm sorry I questioned you."

"Sorry?" The deviant's eyes met Connor for the first time. "Sorry? You're sorry? You're a human."

"Yes I am, and yes I am. I don't want to worry you, I just want to help." His voice was soft, and Hank watched the deviant's stress levels fall 20% at once. "You don't have any visitors. Do you have any friends? Family here with you?"

"Family." Ralph muttered with the tiniest smile, looking at the floor again. "Family. Father, mother, little girl. Family." He muttered, but they both caught it.

Hank stepped in. "You've got a daughter?" He asks, and Ralph stiffens, but says nothing.

Hank tries to mimic Connor, slouching his overwhelming height. "I'm sure she's lovely. Does she take after her mother?"

Ralph looked to meet Hank's eyes. "Grandpa." He said faintly, mistified.

"Pardon, son?" He asked, toning up his American drawl just a bit.

Ralph clapped his hands. "Perfect! Wonderful! Oh, a whole family." His eyes shifted to Connor. "We are like the human families, yes? Wonderful, yes?"

Conner smiled. "It is wonderful, having a family of your own." He praised. "Just us, Kara and Alice."

"Yes!" The android's eyes darted to a heap of junk next to the stairs. "Oh, but Alice and Kara can't come out right now, they're hiding from the police, you see."

Hank hummed. "That's a shame, but it's alright." Ralph's stress levels were in the single-digits - a feat, for a deviant as unstable as he.

"I'm a little worried about Alice, though." Connor admitted, with a frown, and Ralph's stress went up 15%.

"Alice? What's wrong with Alice? She's a human, not very strong. You're a human, you know?" His stress was up to fifty by the time he finished speaking.

"Well, humans, we can't stay in the rain too long, we get sick." He explained. "Were her clothes wet when she came in?"

Ralph's brows furrowed. "Yes, soaked to the bone, the bone, she was. Vibrating."

Connor's face turned near-horrified. "Vibrating? Like shivering? Oh dear, oh poor Alice."

"Poor Alice? Why poor Alice?"

Connor's eyes caught the table behind Ralph, neatly set with chipped plates and with a charred possum in the middle - maybe what the deviant considered food, Hank noted. The Lieutenant looked back at the worried android. "Was she eating at all this morning?"

Ralph looked like he was about to cry. "No, no she wasn't. She's human but she didn't eat like humans do, I made a succulent meal. Succulent. She wouldn't eat it, not even a bite!"

Connor looked grave. "She was shivering, she wasn't eating - She must be very sick."

Ralph looked to Hank. "Grandpa, what do you do with sick little girls? Alice is sick - sick things die, is Alice going to die, Grandpa?"

Hank softened his features just right, and bent to eye-level with Ralph. "Don't worry, son. It'll be alright, but sick humans need to be taken care of. Connor is a great human, he'll know what to do if he sees her."

Ralph nodded frantically, traveling with his awkward limping gait to the stairs. "Kara!" He cried. "The little girl is sick, what do we do when the little girl is sick? Sick."

Kara poked her head out, met Hank's eyes and bolted, dragging Alice behind her. Hank and Connor were both running after them in a split second.

Kara and Alice made it through the fence quicker than Connor and Hank did, and started running down the street while the police gave chase.

Hank was not much faster than Connor - he was built to be strong, not fast. But then he saw the suspect help the child android hop a fence that led to an autonomous highway, and he broke into a full sprint at the cost of his charge between stasis'. He slammed into the fence, the chain links rattling as he made eye-contact with the deviant. She looked horrified.

Conner caught up, and watched them run toward the highway.

Hank and Connor were both climbing the fence and on the other side before the perp could lift the child android to the other side of the safety barrier. "Stop!" Connor barked as Hank grabbed the perp and Connor yanked Alice away from her.

"Alice!" The AX400 howled, writhing, trying to free her arms from her sides, but Hank wouldn't let up. Alice was similarly struggling, but Connor only held her little wrist as she tugged.

Hank didn't know if it was the best approach, but he chose aggression."What on earth were you thinking?! Putting a child at risk like that, she could have been killed, you understand?" Kara stopped flailing. "We just want to talk, we won't separate you if you cooperate but don't put Alice at risk like that again."

Hank and Conner both let go, and Alice clung to a very still Kara.

"We won't be separated? You promise?"

"We promise." Conner assured. "We have no intention of hurting either of you."

Kara sighed deeply through her nose, "Fine."

Conner was over the fence first, then Alice, then Kara, then Hank. Neither were handcuffed, neither needed to be. Hank ushered them to the patrol car, but then Kara froze. "Hey!" She called, and all turned to see what she was looking at.

Ralph was outside the house, tears streaming down his face with his hands in the air as three officers cornered him with guns ready.

"Wait!" Conner yelped, running toward them and sliding easily between the android and the guns, showing his back to the deviant. "We don't want them hurt, we don't want them dead. Put the guns down, he won't hurt anyone."

The three officers lowered their weapons, Ben looking the least confused. "Conner, You've gotta stop jumping in front of guns."

"Hah." He turned to Ralph. "We're going to grandpa's house; Alice, Kara and I. Would you like to come?"

Ralph nodded shortly, his eyes downcast and Connor didn't acknowledge the fingers pinching the seam of his jacket as he lead him to the cruiser.

[moonlit-imagines]

Clairvoyance and Commands

Druig x Eternal!reader

warnings:

a/n: since gender doesn’t really play a role in this, reader is gn!

prompt: anonymous: “Oooh i see you’re taking eternals requests so can we get a Druig x f!reader one shot where reader is an eternal with the ability of prophecy and fortunes (which came in handy because that’s how they knew where the deviants would migrate and stuff as well as when and where they planned to attack) but what happens is when the eternals come to find Druig and the reader at the Amazon compound, they find that Druig and reader have been broken up/separated for a few hundred years- when they’re at the Domo and Ikaris and sprite leave, reader goes with them, but only because she has a vision of Ikaris flying into the sun and wanted to try to convince him to stay because they’re best friends. Jealous Druig misunderstands”

Each of the Eternals had something that made them special, a power that set them apart from the others. Your power was clairvoyance by physical contact and it came in handy a lot during your lifetime, whether that be when you were a team or after you retired.

When you were still battling Deviants, it was your job to wrangle them enough to use your second sight and find out what kind of damage they’d cause, making sure that you could prevent it before it happened. Countless times you’d saved your teammates, curious innocents, homes, cattle, and more by using this tactic, but it did worry your friends quite a bit, especially Druig.

“I just don’t like that y/n is forced to fight Deviants alone,” Druig voiced to the group and you chuckled, “they don’t have powers of offense, they’re putting themself in danger.” Everyone turned to you to hear your side of it.

“We all put ourselves in danger, that was the mission.” You defended and leaned back in your chair, putting your feet up and effectively making him angrier since it seemed you didn’t care. “I’ve been successful so far, and I’ve saved your ass a dozen times now. Maybe you’re the one who shouldn’t be on the field.” You told him and noticed a few shocked faces across the room. It was rare anyone antagonized Druig since he was rather exhausting to argue with, but something about you was different. Instead of Druig fighting back, he nodded silently, turned his back to you all, and stormed out.

“Do you know what that was all about?” Ikaris asked and you smirked, an indicator that you knew, but just couldn’t say. Not even because you read him, no. You refrained from reading your teammates, you just knew of the feelings Druig harbored for you. “Alright, keep your secrets then.”

“I’m gonna go find him before he does something stupid.” You hopped out of your chair and exited the room.

“Good idea.” Phastos commented and you snickered on your way out. It wasn’t too hard to find him, he’d just been sulking in a dark corner, arms crossed, head bowed, teeth clenched. You stood before him and he lifted his head upon seeing your shoes.

“Druig.” You greeted, a bit amused by his expression. “How’ve you been?”

“Never better.” He answered sarcastically, warming right back up to you. “Why won’t you listen to me, y/n?” Druig cut right to the chase and you moved to the wall, leaning your shoulders back and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Because I do what I have to, Druig.” You sighed and felt his head tilt onto yours. “We were sent here to protect and I can’t protect if I don’t engage. I have to go out there or else I’m here for nothing.” You explained to him what he already knew, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d felt his heart beating out of his chest every time he saw you put yourself in danger.

“I know, I know,” he replied with a hint of disappointment in his voice, reaching out for your hand, “but you know how I feel about ya, darling. And don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for all the times you saved my skin…I just know that I couldn’t do the same for you.”

“That’s not necessarily true, remember that time you ran head on towards that Deviant that got my arm?” You pointed out and he winced through laughter.

“Was actually trying to forget that one.” He admitted.

“Apologies, then.” You giggled at the memory and Druig smiled purely at your company now, ready to do what he’d been waiting to do for a while. He turned towards you and took your chin in his hand slow and gently.

“Want to read my mind?” He suggested and you played along, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and seeing his future play out in your head. A soft kiss, pleasant and welcome. Him truly wearing his heart on his sleeve. “That alright?” You nodded without words and awaited his lips against yours as you shared your first kiss. His hand moved from your chin to your waist, holding you closer as his other hand joined in. Your arms raised to his shoulders and you pulled him in. And from then on, it seemed like nothing could pull you apart. The perfect couple, headstrong in more ways than one, driven to protect, filled with love and care for each other and the world around them.

And that sentiment extended further than family did, you suppose. They didn’t care for humans or each other the way you and Druig did. They were okay letting Thena lose her sense of being, they were okay with humans slaughtering each other, they were okay saying goodbye. It was rather easy doing it first.

“Let’s go, y/n,” Your boyfriend reached for your hand and waited as you accepted it, “it’s obvious we aren’t wanted here.” He announced to the room and you browsed around while he waited for a response.

“You aren’t wanted here, Druig.” Ikaris interfered. He’d always been a friend to you, but never to Druig. “Y/N will always be welcome, maybe they’ll come to their senses sometime soon.”

“Ah, I should’ve known it’d be you,” Druig stepped forward, dropping your hand for yet another argument with him, “you’ve always had your eye on my y/n, but you didn’t have a problem with me until we were happy. Care to explain that?” He peered behind your friend to a concerned Sersi and Ikaris pushed him back.

“Hey!” You ran in between them, shielding Druig out of habit while facing off with your good friend who you sensed would no longer have a title like that. “Ikaris, you have no right to speak to either of us that way. I’ve made my decision and I’ll say that the treatment from you all has made it much easier. Stay away from us.” Your boyfriend stood behind you, both literally and figuratively, with his hand rested on your shoulder.

“It’s time we say goodbye.” He spoke and you promptly exited the building, taking with you the warring people below and ceasing conflict. You gently took one of the mind controlled people’s cheek and saw his future, a future that included you, Druig, the people, and a secluded community that would keep you all safe for the time being. “What do you see, my love?”

“A future worth living.” Your smile showed promise as you looked upon the land that burned violently, flames reflecting from your eyes like the passion burning on your insides, passion to bring peace and safety to the lives of those who haven’t felt that in too long.

About two hundred years passed and you realized eternal life did not equal eternal happiness. You loved Druig with all your heart, but you struggled with the love you lost when you parted with your family. He felt for you, he truly did, but he was stuck on the way they had treated the both of you. It made his blood boil just thinking about all the times they belittled him, or the times they didn’t recognize your help after you put yourself in harms way, or the way Ikaris spoke to you like he and Sersi weren’t there.

You decided that it may be best for you to leave the Compound, even if it hurt you more than any physical attack might. It hurt even more when Druig didn’t put up a fight. That was always his way, but now you were walking away from the life you were so excited to build with all eyes on you, refusing to look back at the man you loved so dearly. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, watching over every soul that he cared for, but letting you go because he cared for you most. Your love could only wonder what plans you had now.

And just when you all thought that your mission was over, Deviants began to resurface. It was unlucky for the Eternals that they needed you, for your whereabouts were currently unknown. Only they didn’t know that when they decided to brave Druig’s Compound.

“We need you and y/n.” Sersi began on the wrong foot. “The truth of our existence was kept from us, and now this world will be dying in a matter of days in order to birth a new Celestial.” She explained and Druig paced without acknowledging what she’d just revealed. He did give Ikaris a good glare, though.

“Me and y/n, huh?” Druig shut his eyes a moment and tried to remember what he’d lost. “Afraid I can’t help you there. You see, y/n left some time ago.” The room went quiet, stunned at the idea of you leaving his side.

“How long is ‘some time ago,’ Druig?” Kingo asked and your ex-lover got up in his face.

“I’d say about three hundred years, give or take.” He replied with a tone that obviously expressed heartbreak, but the situation wasn’t helped by the man that always irked Druig.

“I knew they’d come to their senses.” Ikaris commented and no one thought that was a good idea. Druig froze and thought of you another minute, knowing that you wouldn’t want Ikaris to get the better the better of him.

“Well, it was very unpleasant having you here, so goodbye.” Druig told them all, urging them out of his private home while they panicked for some kind of way to get him on board, they needed both of you.

“We need to find y/n.” Sersi told him. “You of all people could find them. Please, Druig, we need you.”

“I have no idea where they are. They left without a plan.” He hated thinking about the day that you left him. “It had been two hundred years since we’d seen the outside world, they had no idea what they were getting themself into.”

“I think I have a hunch.” Ikaris said, of course. That felt too easy, but it was enough for Druig to grow angrier and angrier. Truth be told, Ikaris found you soon after you left the Compound, he knew exactly where you were, but that wasn’t the only secret he was keeping. “The sooner we leave, the better.”

It took a good while to exit the Amazon, but eventually Ikaris had led them to you, currently a private investigator in New York, USA. You’d finally learned how to master psychometry, reading the past stories of items instead of just people. It helped very much with your line of work.

Druig pushed Ikaris over when he raised his fist to knock on your door, wanting to be the one to do the honors after not seeing you all these years. And the moment you heard knocking, you knew who it was. You set down your book and walked to the door, opening it up without hesitation. “Great, you found me.” You sarcastically told the group and let them in. “Let me guess, you need help fighting the Deviants.”

“Ah, you’ve gotten rusty.” Druig commented and held his hand out. “Wanna try again?” He asked and you rolled your eyes, taking his hand to read his past with his consent.

“So now I have to be dragged into this?” You said with some attitude and Sersi approached.

“You’re more powerful than you give yourself credit for, y/n. Please hear us out while there’s still time.” She asked of you and you nodded, inviting her to take a seat on your couch. You tried to ignore Druig’s hard stare, but he was just trying to make sure he didn’t forget the way you looked again. That feeling kept him up late at night. Meanwhile, Ikaris was seated next to Sersi, looking at you in a way that made Druig want to control him into punching himself.

“Fine. I’ll help.” You agreed after a long debate. “But for the greater good of the humans, not for any of you.” You let them know and Druig found comfort in the fact you’d be around him for a few more days. Maybe it’d be long enough to patch things up.

“It’s good to see you again, y/n.” Ikaris commented as he stood beside you.

“Right. You, too. I guess.” You shortly answered and strayed behind him, deciding to have the compassion of the only other person that got you, Druig. “Still living at the Compound, I assume?” You asked, letting the other Eternals walk further ahead.

“You’re always welcome back.” He let you know, feeling content just being in your presence now. You had actually decided to speak to him of your own free will, it brought a smile to his face.

“I’m good where I am right now, thanks.” You kept on.

“And I’m happy for you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.” He admitted and you sighed, feeling an aching in your heart from forgetting how much you missed him.

“I didn’t leave just because I missed people and you didn’t,” you stuffed your hands in your pockets and an ill-timed glance from Ikaris ruined the moment, “I—”

“Was it because of Ikaris?” Druig cut you off and you burst into laughter.

“Really, Druig? You never let that go?” You snapped at him. “I left because I couldn’t do anymore good while I hid away with a group of people we kidnapped. I can do wonders as a PI. I’ve solved countless crimes and brought peace to hundreds of families by now. Traveled all over the world searching for answers. Grew my power. I feel amazing. Felt amazing…until you showed back up.” You scoffed at your emotions that were getting the better of you and felt Druig’s arm wrap around your shoulders, giving you a good squeeze.

“I’m sorry my presence upsets you.” He jokingly apologized and you groaned.

“It doesn’t just upset me,” you bit your tongue and closed your eyes, trusting Druig to keep leading you forward without falling on your face, “it brings me comfort, even joy. I really missed you, but we’re living such different lives. I can’t go back there, my love. It’s not where I belong anymore.” Druig understood, and he was inspired by your story. He loved that you had found your place in the world, but he mourned the fact that it wasn’t with him.

“Well, maybe we can figure something out after we save this planet. Would you be open to that, at least?” Druig asked and you nodded, leaning onto his shoulder as you both headed forward, still astray from the other Eternals. Nothing new for the two of you.

Eventually things truly unraveled on the Domo, they were upsetting to say the least. But just before Ikaris had attacked the group, you’d grabbed him by the arm and read his future, taken aback by his death. You hated your visions of death and danger of your friends. You’d seen them all die in visions far too much, and after losing Ajak and Gilgamesh just recently, another death that you could prevent would destroy you. So when Ikaris and Sprite turned against you all and left, you followed.

“Y/N, you have to be joking!” Druig shouted at you and you read him, as well. Simply out of fear. He would be okay.

“I’m sorry, but please trust me here. I’ll do what’s right.” You nodded at him and felt anxious being unable to tell them what you saw. You couldn’t have them worried of a possible outcome when the stakes were so high.

“I always knew you’d follow him. I was just the second choice, wasn’t I?” He blew up at you and you pulled your arm away from his reach. “I see the way he looks at you, hear the way he talks to you. I know.”

“You don’t know anything, Druig.” You walked toward him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Quit your whining.” You left the Domo and joined false forces with the rogue Eternals, trying to make sure that Ikaris wouldn’t die, but also that Ikaris didn’t kill. The lives of billions were resting on your shoulders, but you would always feel the need to protect your family first.

“Always knew they’d do this.” Druig growled and paced towards Sersi as if she were to blame. “You never seemed to care that your husband was always following around my y/n, always flirting, always there. Where were you, Sersi?” He questioned while the rest of the group held their breaths.

“Druig, you heard what y/n said as they left,” she replied and took a step back from him as his angry, mournful eyes pierced her soul, “they aren’t against you, that wouldn’t make any sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense is that you don’t seem to care. You never did.” Druig continued with glassy eyes, trying to grasp the stressful situation that he felt like he couldn’t win. His mind was clouded with such strong feelings, stress pouring out like rain as he refrained from regulating his emotions. After all, you’d been on his mind every single day since the day he let you go. Your ex-lover felt so close to his dreams ever since he crossed you with his eyes wide open once again. The fact that this dream was fleeting was causing him to act out when the world he loved was at stake, but what would be the point even be if there was no hope of you being by his side? Maybe it’d be best to cut his losses and forget this life.

“Ikaris and y/n were friends over five centuries ago, friends.” Sersi told him as Phastos continued his work, knowing where his priorities lie. “You trust them, don’t you?”

“I don’t trust Ikaris.” Druig answered and turned away to pace, showing his true weakness to the remaining Eternals. “And I don’t even know who y/n is anymore.” 

“Druig,” Sersi sighed, “you’re going to have to figure this out after we stop the death of a planet. I know how much you care for humans, so please keep your head on straight.” She asked of him and he scratched his face, stalling to regain his composure before just nodding. It’s all he could do without completely crumbling at the thought of you joining Ikaris, betraying him and his love for you, contributing to the end of the human race. But Sersi was right, it made no sense that your morals would flip in an instant.

And soon the two sides would face off with you reluctantly standing by the genocidal Sprite and Ikaris as a precaution, but the guilt was eating you up on the inside. You couldn’t explain that you left to prevent another death, even if he was a murderer. The idea of losing another Eternal would destroy you, and not only that, but Ikaris planned on murdering your own ex-lover. You would not let that...happen.

Druig was launched into the Earth with all of the power that Ikarus could muster up and you decided to abandon the fight to tend to him. Sneaking off to his body, you grabbed him by the cheeks and read him, making sure he’d wake up and argue with you. It would be unnatural if he didn’t at this point. You quickly shook his shoulders and startled him back to consciousness, easing him in with your comforting profile before he recapped what had happened in his mind.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, lover.” Druig snarled and you jumped into his arms, holding him tight now that you were confident in his future safety. His arms slowly slipped around your body and he felt at peace again. You’d finally fully warmed back up to him.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized and pulled back to cradle his cheeks. “It’s Ikaris.”

“It always is.” He quickly pushed your arms off of him and scooted back.

“Druig, we’re going to win.” You replied to him. “Me and you. The Earth. Not Ikaris.” You revealed and he waited for you to go on. “I grabbed him before he left, I read him. He’s going to fly into the sun after he fails his mission. I want to prevent his death. I already prevented yours.” Druig’s eyes widened at the revelation.

“Why didn’t you just say that to begin with?” Druig crawled up to his knees, rushing back into your arms so fast he couldn’t even utilize his feet. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“I couldn’t put any more pressure on the team. It wasn’t purely wrong or right, but it was my call and all that matters to me right now is that you’re alive.” You pressed your forehead against his and searched for his longing hand, squeezing it tight once they reacquainted. “I refuse to lose you again. You hear me? So shut up about Ikaris and get back out there.” Druig bit his lip as tears began to fall, but in fact, he was mirroring you. “You’ll be okay.” You whispered.

“I’ll be okay.” He nodded against your skin. “We’ll be okay...”

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[wannabeschyulersister]

all you had to do was stay

As soon as you saw the gold beams, you knew it was Ikaris. You hadn’t seen the idiot in thousands of years but yet, it was like your were hyper aware that he was near.

Ikaris crashed into the storefront with the Deviant that was as previously going after you, Sprite, and Dane. It was silent for a moment before Ikaris stepped out looking as amazing as ever. Ugh, you hated how he was still gorgeous after all of this time. Couldn’t he have a bad haircut or something?

He looked like a model on the cover of a fashion magazine.

“Hello, ladies.” He said looking at Sprite and then at you.

Sprite seemed thrilled to see him. You, on the other hand, definitely were not. Sprite ran over to him and hugged him with all of her might.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“I’ve been….around.” He answered mysteriously. “I came to check on you both after the earthquake.”

“Well, as you can see, we are fine so you can just fly off now.” You said with a hint of an attitude. You felt Dane take a step closer to you. He could sense that you were agitated. Dane was always so apathetic to what you were feeling. It surprised you sometimes how you’d only known him such a short amount of time and he was already so in tune with your emotions.

“That must be the ex.” Dane assumed as Sprite and Ikaris were still chatting.

“Yup. That’s him.” You’d been very open and honest with Dane when you both started dating about your past. He knew everything about you being an eternal and about the relationship between you and Ikaris.

You watched as Ikaris made his way towards you with Sprite following him. In that moment, you got glimpses of your relationship that span hundreds of years. The beginning, your marriage, the horrible ending when he left without another word.

“(Y/n), it’s good to see you again.” Ikaris smiled. He was still quite the charmer.

“I wish I could say the same.” You told him bluntly.

He chuckled. He was used to your wit.

Dane cleared his throat a little, drawing Ikaris’ attention away from you. “I’m Dane. (Y/n)’s boyfriend.”

Ikaris looked back at you. “Boyfriend?”

Sprite chuckled, “As much as I love this drama, we gotta get out of here. People are watching.”

You were faintly aware of the crowd that was beginning to form around the four of you. Sprite quickly whisked you all away and the next thing you knew, you were standing in front of a laundromat a few blocks away.

Instead of standing next to Dane, you were face to face with Ikaris. You looked down the street and saw Dane with Sprite. That little trickster.

“Why are you here?” You asked cutting right to the chase.

“I’m told you. I wanted to come and check on you and Sprite.”

You scoffed lightly, “Sprite and I have gone through countless other natural disasters while on this planet. What made this one so special?”

Ikaris didn’t answer you but you could tell that he was hiding something.

“So, you’re seeing someone?”

“You don’t get to ask about my relationship.”

“I’m your husband.”

All of that anger that you felt suddenly resurfaced. “Well, last time I checked, husbands don’t abandon their wives for hundreds of years.”

That shut him right up.

“(Y/n), I didn’t know how to process what was going on at the time. The others were going their separate ways and I didn’t know who I was without all of you. All I’ve ever known was fighting against deviants. How was I supposed to be there for you as well?” Ikaris questioned trying to get you to see his side.

“All you had to do was stay. That would’ve been enough. But you didn’t. You left me.”

Ikaris tried to reach out and grab your hand but you didn’t let him.

“I’ll regret leaving you for eternity, (Y/n).”

“I know you will. I’ve had a long time to think about why you left. I’ve accepted it. I’ve moved on. I’m happier now. You coming back now after all this time isn’t going to change things.”

Ikaris was silent for a moment. Letting your words sink in. “We still have to go.”

You sighed, “I know. We have to go and find Ajak and figure out why the deviants are back.”

“I really am sorry, (Y/n). I’ve caused you pain.”

You nodded, “I know you’re sorry. Let me just go and tell Dane goodbye and then we can leave.”

Ikaris didn’t say anything but he watched you walk away into another man’s arms. All he could do was wallow and wonder how things would’ve been if he stayed.

[thatblackravenclaw]

A Thousand More...

Masterlist

a.n.: I WROTE ANOTHER FANFIC!! and yes it's about Druig because I'm a whore for him, but my next one however will be about Mr. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, but for now enjoy another fanfic I wrote based on the song A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

Druig (what's new 💀) x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive dialogue but mostly fluff and sort of proof read (heavy on the sort of)

word count: 2,045

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

We were sent here for a purpose. Destroy the Deviants and keep the humans safe. That’s all we were here for, right? Then why do am I almost getting myself killed while trying to make sure the man I’m in love with doesn’t die? Druig can take care of himself.

I don’t know how it started, but I know when. We were summoned on The Domo for the first time. I saw Phastos first. My first instinct was that I could trust him. I knew we’d be best friends and I was right. Sprite, feisty little one. Kingo, a bit of an ego, but a nice spirit, nonetheless. Ikaris, bold. Someone I felt that I would challenge one day. He also has older brother energy. Makkari, the kindest soul here. So pure and so full of love. Another close friend I sensed I would have. Sersi, full of compassion. We’d probably bump heads, but as someone I sensed would be like a sister figure, I didn’t doubt that we’d bump heads. Thena, another sister. I felt like I would need to protect her though. She’s bold like Ikaris, but with less of a god complex. Much humbler. Gilgamesh, more dad energy, but like a cool dad. Ajak, mother energy. I felt safe when I looked into her eyes. Lastly, I saw my love, Druig. I had never seen someone so beautiful. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. Everything just seemed so much brighter. The minute I saw him I knew my heart had made a promise to belong to only him.

How to be brave?

How can I love when I’m

Afraid to fall?

5000 BC Mesopotamia

“How is my favorite mind controller today,” I asked in a teasing tone to Druig. This is my most favorite part of the day. Teasing him when he’s minding his own business. I can tell he enjoys my company though. I see it in his eyes. Not the shimmering gold but the bright blue irises that I’ve fallen even more in love with.

“Better,” he said with a smile. “How’s my favorite flying fire starter today,” he asked with an equally teasing tone.

I started ranting about how Makkari stole my book and then ran off somewhere, “and of course, I can’t just chase after her for obvious reasons. Like I was just minding my business. Why-,” I continued on with my rant as he stared at me with such a loving look in his eye. I know that look because I have the same one when I look at him when he’s talking, fighting, breathing. I hope he never stops looking at me like that. I just wish I could allow myself to truly fall for him. Why am I so afraid?

But watching you stand

Alone

All of my doubt

Suddenly goes away

Somehow

Druig stood before us with tears in his eyes as the carnage happened below us. He was actually going to leave us. Seeing him stand up there with tears in his eyes looking so broken pushed away any doubt I had of not loving him. I didn’t get to ponder on the feeling too long due to hearing Druig say, “If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me,” and then he turned around and just left. Didn’t even look my way. It’s times like this where I wish I could feel nothing because then I wouldn’t feel my heart breaking. After Ajak told us we could go our separate ways I took one last look around and flew away. From that moment on I learned to keep to myself. I never stayed in one place long enough and I made sure to keep myself hidden from the other Eternals, so I’d never be found.

1130 AD Iceland

Life in Iceland isn’t that much different than in Babylon. Different culture, but the people are nice. Whenever we’re not working, Sigrún, my best friend, and I go to see the Northern Lights. Sometimes when I’m looking up at the sky, I wish that Druig was here with me... It doesn’t do well to dwell on dreams.

“Y/N,” Sigrún shouted, “you were daydreaming again. Come on, who is it? You’ve been so quiet lately and whenever you finally talk it’s like you’re here but you’re not here.”Guess I wasn’t hiding it as well as I thought.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I teased.

“Uh, obviously. That was my whole point in asking.” She’s my best friend, yes, but I left that part of me behind. In order to leave it in the past, I cannot talk about it. “Well, if you must know, it's nobody. You know I just get in my thoughts sometimes.” Hopefully that will hold her off until I can come up with a better lie.

“Are you sure it’s not,” and then her eyes turned into that shimmering gold I wished to never see again.

“Druig?”

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything

Take away

What’s standing in front of me

Druig’s POV:

I found her. I finally found her. God, she looks amazing even over 6000 years later. I come from behind a tree and face her. The only person who can render me speechless. Also, the only person who I’d rather die than see in pain, and when I look into her eyes all I see is pain. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?” These are the first words she says to me. She used to look at me like I put the stars in the sky and now she looks at me like I’m the scum of the Earth. I really messed up.

“I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth milady.” Nothing. She didn’t even blink.

“Why now? You had absolutely no problem not following me in Mesopotamia.” A fact that has haunted me since the day I left.

“You left me. You didn’t even look my way. You said what you said to Ajak and left. Is that something someone who would follow someone else to the end of the world would do,” she asks, “Did I not matter enough to you? I thought you loved me Druig. You talked about following Arishem blindly yet here I am the fool who followed you blindly just to be left in the dust. If you’re here to beg for forgiveness then forget it. I forgave you a long time ago. You did what you felt was best for you and now I must do what I feel is best for me.”

And then she flew away. In the blink of an eye, she was gone. I wish I could stop the tears from falling from my eyes, but in truth, I don’t want to. I deserved to feel this guilt. I put her through so much pain and might not ever get to make up for it, but I will spend eternity trying. If there’s one thing she said that was truly right was that I loved her and I still do.

1492 AD Guanahani

It’s so beautiful here. I never realized how much I loved islands until now. The people are so nice even though I’m not like them. In exchange for me lighting their fires, they let make food for me as well as their families. I also may or may not have gotten rid of this weird European man named Christopher away. Like death away because he was giving me weird vibes. I know I’m not supposed to be interfering with human matters, but since when do I listen to Arishem anyway? Anyway, I can’t help but still feel lonely. I have grown to love these people as I did in Iceland, but I miss my fellow Eternals. I miss Thena, and Sersi, and Phastos, and Gilgamesh. I lost contact with them years ago. Running away from Druig also meant running away from my other family. It hurts but seeing him hurts more. I’m planning to leave again. I’ve been here a tad bit too long. Might check out what’s going on in Italy.

1503 AD Italy

The Italian Renaissance. One of my favorite things these humans have created. Leo released the Mona Lisa to the public today. Probably one of my favorite paintings he’s made. No one knows this, but I made a bet with him that he couldn’t make a painting without having inspiration from someone or something. He obviously proved me wrong. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Reminds me of Sigrún. Speaking of, I believe I saw a glimpse of Druig the other day. It might’ve been my mind playing tricks on me. Is it bad that I wish it wasn’t? It’s been 6500 years. I stopped hating him so long ago, but I’ve just been too stubborn to admit it.

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting

for you

Druig’s POV:

I think I almost got caught the other day. Yes, I’m watching over her don’t judge. I still watch over the Peruvians; I just also watch over her. I’m still waiting for the right time to talk to her again. I figured giving her another 6000 years would give her enough space before I tried. She’s in the courtyard today. Her skin practically glows against the cobalt fabric she’s wearing. I notice her turning too late though. She stares back at me, and I feel like I’m in a trance. I can’t move.

“I see you’ve found me again,” she says nonchalantly.

“I have. I told you I’d follow you until the ends of the Earth.” She doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me. I can’t quite place the look in her eyes and then, she kisses me. It’s not rushed and uncoordinated. Its slow and sensual. Like this is something we do every day.

“It’s been 6,128 years. 6,128 years of me trying to convince myself that the day you left is the day I stopped loving you. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t. I don’t want to.”

And all along I believed I

Would find you

Time has brought your heart

To me

Peru 1945

“My love, did you get the wood?” I hear Druig ask me.

“Yeah, it was by the tree in the middle, but Dario came and got it.” It’s been like this for the last 400 years. Not that I’m complaining. As much as I loved traveling, this is truly where my heart lies. Maybe not in the amazon, but wherever Druig is; you will find me.

“You know maybe my super cute and super strong boyfriend would like to get the wood for once.”

“I’ve already got wood for you, beautiful.”

“You’re disgusting and 100% the reason no one is about to see us for the next few hours.” He gives me a knowing smile and leads me to our little cabin.

Once we get in there though, the energy shifts. After a few minutes, he starts to speak. “I have something I need to ask you”

“What is it? You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Darling don’t be afraid

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I’ll love you for a thousand

More

“I have loved you for thousands of years.” He says to me. I look in his eyes to detect any lies or hesitation. I find none.

“And I’ll love you for a thousand more,” I say with a smile.

“Only a thousand my love?”

I know he’s only joking, but I still feel the need to say, “Yeah. I think I may be tired of you after that.”

“I’m sorry to hear that because after this ring goes on your finger, you’re stuck with me for life.”

We finish our vows and then put on the rings we got for each other. We chose not to have a normal mortal wedding due to neither of us having a last name. Also, I think I prefer it being just us. I wonder how we’re gonna explain this to our fellow Eternals when the time comes.

[eternalslover]

Enemies for centuries

Pairing: Druig x reader

Warning: Angst, horribly written (this is my first ever time writing something so please don't make fun of me), mention of death, sad Druig and somewhat fluff near the end

(y/n has water powers and she can also heal other people with her water powers)

So y/n and Druig have been enemies for centuries, they just didn't get along and no one knew why and honestly neither did they.

Until one day while all the eternals were fighting deviants y/n got whipped by one of the deviants across her head.

Druig saw and ran over to y/n making sure she was ok. He slowly helped her up and put her right arm around his shoulder and he put his left arm around her waist, he was trying to walk her away from all the violence until a deviant came chasing towards them.

Before the deviant could making physical contact with either Druig or y/n, y/n froze it with her water/ice powers. Like the girlboss she is 💅🏼💅🏼.

(Edit, it is now 2023 April 30, WHAT WAS THAT EW OMG "like the girlboss she is" WHY DIDN'T ANYONE BULLY ME, WHY DID EVERYONE MAKE ME THINK THAT WAS OK EW OMG)

The rest of the eternals ended up winning the fight against the deviants and killing all of them that where there at the time. Ajak came over to y/n and healed her head making sure there was no bleeding and she didn't have a concussion but y/n assured Ajak that she was fine.

*5 hours later*

Y/n is in her room sitting on her bed reading a book until she hears a knock at the door and she replies "come in". Druig opened the door and kinda just stood in the doorway for a moment before closing the the and actually walking into the room.

He looked around the room for a minute due to never being in there, it was nicely decorated and it was clean but it was pretty cold but Druig quickly realized that was probably because of her powers.

Y/n looked up from her book and furrowed her eyebrows then went back to her book. "Can I talk to you for a minute" Druig asked just above a whisper and y/n sarcastically replied "about what the weather? Humans? Deviants... the possibilities are endless, or maybe your here because YOU ALMOST DIED TRYING TO SAVE MY LIFE!"

Druig flinched when she rose her voice at him, y/n then slapped her book close and slammed it down onto her bed and said a little more calmly but still anger in her voice "what the hell was that out there?!" She asked and Druig just looked down at his hands not replying, not saying anything which just made y/n even more frustrated.

Y/n then got up and started walking towards Druig, taking a step every other word she said "YOU almost died saving ME even though last time I checked you didn't even like me." Y/n started "For the record I don't even know why you don't like me, I mean I have done NOTHING to you."

Y/n was really close to Druig now just about 2 feet away from him which caused Druig finally looked up at the angry women infront of him. Y/n calmed herself down by taking a few deep breathes, all anger and all fierceness left her eyes and she slumped her shoulders in defeat, she looked up at the mind controller with sad eyes and said "You hate me for centuries, call me names, make fun of me and pick an argument with me any chance you get, yet today you try to save me- why?"

For a few seconds Druig couldn't find the words to say to her, he was never really good at confrontation. After a few moments of looking into the sad girls eyes he finally spit out a "Thank you for saving me y/n." Which just caused y/n to roll her eyes at the man. "That's all you have to say? You aren't even gonna bother to awnser my question!"

Druig once again said nothing, y/n rolled her eyes again and started walking towards her bed until Druig grabbed her by the hands which made y/n look into the eyes of the sad man who's life she had saved that day. She never noticed how blue his eyes were, they reminded her of the ocean, so calm and gentle yet they held great power and could be very dangerous. Infact they were so blue that she felt as she might just drown in them.

"I mean it y/n, thank you for saving me." Druig said which snapped y/n out of her daze. "I am very grateful for that, and I don't know how to awnser your question." He continued "I've always been a bit intimated by you I guess." Druig admitted shyly which made a very light coat of blush cover his cheeks which made y/n laugh quietly.

"You are so powerful and so beautiful that I just- couldn't talk to you, and I hated that feeling, the feeling of someone being in such control of me and my feelings that I physically couldn't talk to someone, it made me frustrated and angry" Druig furrowed his eyebrows at what he was saying, he knew it sounded stupid, all of it just sounded like one big excuse, which it was.

He let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head, he then looked y/n straight in the eye making sure not to break eye contact. "You made me feel- no you make me feel and I don't." he stopped himself "I didn't like it, I wanted it to stop all of it. I wanted the butterflies in my stomach to go away when you walked into a room, I wanted the blush on my cheeks to go away when you tried to talk to me and I wanted my face to stop hurting from smiling so much when you made fun of Ikaris with Kingo, I just wanted it all to stop."

He said never looking away from the girl infront of him, he finally dropped her hand and put his right hand under her chin making sure her eyes never left his. "But now, when I saw you got hurt, it was like my world stopped."

He stopped what he was saying as tears gathered in his eyes causing him to look at the baby blue painted walls of her room. Y/n looked up at him in shock, not knowing he felt this way. He looked so vulnerable, so open, so- so- honest and she knew she was reckless today but, she didn't think she had much to loose anyways, looks like she was wrong.

Druig finally gathered himself clearing his throat and looking back at y/n yet there was still tears in his eyes. "And that's when I realized... I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want the butterflies to stop, I didn't want the heat in my cheeks to stop and I didn't want my face to stop hurting when you said something funny or made a sarcastic remark." His voice was breaking now and tears were falling down his cheeks.

Seeing him slowly crumbling infront y/n broke her heart. He gently removed his hand away from y/n's chin as he moved it up to wipe the tears that continuously fell from his eyes after his confession. He tried to clean himself up the best he could and started walking towards her door and before he left he looked back at y/n and said "I don't want to be strangers with you again and I most certainly don't want to be enemies so maybe, we could... you know, be friends."

Before y/n could even awnser he left her alone in her room, just like the interaction never happened in the first place. Y/n felt dizzy from everything that had just happened. She slowly made her way back to her bed and sat down in the criss cross position, just like she was before Druig came into her room.

She then picked up her book and placed it on her bedside table so she could stretch out her legs. She flopped back onto her pillows and looked up at her ceiling and silently whispered to herself "I feel the same way."

(AAAA OMG THIS SUCKS IM SO SORRY BUT IM STILL LEARNING) I promise soon I will redo the beginning of the story because I rushed that SO much. Also for some reason I don't have the "read more" option and I've tried to look up how to use it but its still not working. Sorry :/

[iamcalmdammit]

What now? (platonic Connor x reader)

“Look who graced us with his presence!” you said with a wide grin as Connor walked over to you and Hank at the police station. “Does this mean you’re coming back?”

Before he could answer, Hank folded his arms over his chest and leaned back in his swivel chair. “Yeah, good question,” he said with an expectant look.

Even though the formal greetings were skipped this time and it felt like an inquisition, Connor knew you both meant well by cutting to the chase the moment he stopped in front of you. “I… think I’ll come back,” he replied slowly.

“When?” Hank pressured him.

When… He was eager to come back and work with you again but this was a difficult question in this situation. “I’ll need a few days to take care of some things, and it also depends on when they will let me return.”

“You owe me ten bucks.” Connor turned to Hank with a questioning look who held out his hand to collect the money from you. Once he put the note in his pocket, he said, “We made a bet and I told her you would come back.”

You blushed a little as you busied yourself with your phone for a moment to avoid Connor’s gaze. He pulled over a chair and sat down near you. “You didn’t think I would come back?” he asked surprisedly.

After taking a deep breath, you tossed your phone on the desk and finally looked at the android. “I assumed you have more important things to do now,” you explained honestly.

“I like this job,” he said.

“Glad to hear that.”

Suddenly Hank’s phone beeped and let out a tired groan as he read the message. You both looked at him expectantly but he wasn’t paying much attention. Then he stood up, put on his jacket, and said, “Okay, kids, duty calls, I gotta leave. Have fun without me.”

You and Connor nodded in sync then watched him walk out of the station without saying a word. Awkward silence fell between the two of you, but Connor didn’t mind. It was a nice change to be among humans again, humans who actually supported their cause. And you… Well, you’d been different from the beginning. While Hank had been a little hostile for a while, you were always nice to him. He wanted to talk to you so desperately, but had no idea what to say.

“I need some air. Wanna go to the rooftop?” you broke the silence with a wide smile.

“Sure.”

Even though you had a case to work on, you didn’t feel like a doing a thing right now. Maybe it was because of Connor, maybe because you were supposed to work on it with Gavin. Who knew, maybe both at the same time. “What does it feel like?” you asked after a few minutes.

“What does what feel like?”

“Being a free deviant. No one can tell you what to do anymore.”

Connor let out a quiet hum as he leaned against the railing. He hadn’t thought about this yet to be honest. Everything happened so fast that he didn’t have time to wonder about such things. “I think I’ll need some time to adjust. It’s still a bit strange.”

“And what about the others?”

“Everyone’s really happy,” he replied with a small smile. “There’s a lot of work to do now, but Markus is a great leader, everything will be fine.”

“But he needs the help of people like you.”

“I believe so, yes.”

You smiled at each other then turned to look at the Detroit skyline. There was so much you wanted to tell him, but you didn’t really know how without sounding weird. You knew Hank would probably feel the same way if he was there, though, after all the two of you talked about the android quite a lot recently. “We miss you,” you said eventually without looking at him.

“I haven’t been gone that long,” he pointed out.

“True, but we still miss your goofy face.”

Upon hearing your words, Connor slightly tilted his head to the side. “Why do you and Hank keep saying that? It’s not… goofy.”

“It is,” you confirmed with a nod. “And you know we only say these things because we care about you. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t know what I would have done if you really decided not to come back.”

Connor looked genuinely surprised to hear that. “Why is that?”

“It’s just… I don’t know, it’s just good to have you around,” you replied with a shrug.

“Are you nervous?” he asked with an almost smug smile.

“Wha–Why do you ask?”

“Your hand is shaking.” As you looked down at your hand, he went on. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Oh, no, there was no way you would talk to him about what was going on inside your head right now. When it came to him, your emotions changed way too fast for you to keep track of them. “That’s a nice offer, thank you, but I’m fine. It’s probably just the cold,” you lied, forcing a small smile on your lips.

But Connor knew you better than that. “The cold,” he began as he took your hand to take your temperature. You weren’t too cold yet but he didn’t call you out on that lie. Instead he decided to wait until you finally felt like trusting him enough to tell the truth about what was going on exactly.

“You don’t believe me?”

“No, I don’t. But if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Silence fell between the two of you again, though this time it wasn’t awkward at all. You both felt like you could stay there for hours without saying a word. “I should go back to work now,” you said eventually.

“I think I'll just stay here for a little longer,” Connor told you without hesitation.

“See you later, then.”

With a small wave of your hand you walked back to your desk, leaving the android behind.

[bullet-prooflove]

Lake Tahoe!Series - Park Two: Something Special (NSFW)

Tagging: @darqchilddaydreamz @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx @theesirenteller @wnbweasley @bonni-98 @skyesthebomb @yezzyyae @delightfulbelieverwerewolf @redpool

LakeTahoe!Series:

Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Your life changes when you meet Manny at Black Bear Lodge.

You’re an impatient little thing.

Manny realises that as soon as he gets you into his suite.

You’re used to quick fucks in hotel rooms across the globe, not a man who wants to take his time with you, who wants to savour you and map out all those deviant little spots that make you moan his name.

“Slow down Mami.” He smiles against your skin. “We’ve got all night.”

It’s been a while since someone has taken care of you properly, he can tell. It’s in the way you respond to his touch, those pretty noises you make. He hasn’t even undressed you yet but already you’re desperate for him. You’ve been starved of affection for so long, you don’t know what it feels like to be appreciated, to be valued.

“I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over your pert lips.

When you look into his eyes, you can see the honesty in them. His palm comes to rest on your throat as he kisses you into submission, his thumb chasing along your jawline. He knows you like to relinquish control; he can sense that in you. He thinks you’re used to having it taken from you but Manny, he wants you to surrender. He wants you so needy, so desperate that the only thing you can think about is him.

His hand grips your jaw, his kisses languid, slow and deliberate as he rolls his hips grinding against you. Your thighs grip him, hugging them tightly as you moan into his mouth. His palms ghost over your form, light and teasing through the fabric of your clothing. You’re flushed already, overwrought and sensitive.

“Good girl.” He whispers into your ear, his teeth grazing over that erotic little spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw. “Letting me take my time.”

A little praise goes along way. He can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you grasp him just that little bit harder. There’s a desire in you, to be wanted, to be loved. Noone’s ever tapped into that before. That’s what the fucking is all about, hard and fast is how you keep your distance. Slowing it down like this creates a level of vulnerability, it heightens the sensation.

He undresses you one article of clothing at a time, stroking, caressing, kneading all of those sensuous places until he has you breathing his name. He hasn’t even touched you yet but already the scent of your arousal is in the air, he can taste it on his tongue.

“There’s something special about you Mami.” He says tipping your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s something.”

His mouth covers yours, stifling your moan as he enters you. He’s unhurried with his love making, long, drawn out, deliberate strokes that rake over that sweet, spot over and over and over again until your fingertips dig into his skin and every part of you tightens. When you come you take him with you, his forehead resting upon yours as he spills himself deep inside you. Your heart pounds in your chest, beating right against his as he looks into your eyes, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek.

“Oh Mami,” He whispers against your skin. “The two of us are going to have some fun.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[mrs-gucci]

Missing You {Officer Ronnie Peterson x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I actually watched “The Dead Don’t Die” for the first time recently, and I totally fell for Ronnie. he’s adorable, and I’ve discovered that I love playing with the subby side of him ;)

warnings: smut. light fluff. subby ronnie. exhibitionism. cumplay. mentions of cum-marking. masturbation. sexting. nsfw photos. phone masturbation. public/semi-public masturbation. dirty talk/degradation.

no tw’s

SMUT under the CUT!

Ronnie misses you. He misses you a lot.

You’re away in Philadelphia for a few days on business and he can’t stand not waking up next to you, not having you home when he comes home after a long and very mundane shift at the station, not falling asleep next to you, and he finds it especially hard not having you around when he needs some...relief. 

You mean everything to him; you’re the center of his universe, everything he does is because of you. He’s so in love with you, his heart hurts sometimes, bursting with the sheer pride and pure love he feels for you. And, it doesn’t hurt that you’re as much of a sexual deviant as he is.

His knee bounces as he sits in his chair, typing up a police report, trying desperately to ignore the bulge currently pressing desperately against his work trousers. He grunts under his breath every time he shifts, involuntarily providing friction for his erection. It seems like every time he’s finally gotten it down to a manageable hardness, something happens that forces him to move and bring himself right back to where he started: Hard as a fucking rock.

Soon, he has no choice but to succumb to his body’s needs once the station clears out, quickly rushing into the single bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. His length throbs as his eyebrows furrow, groaning softly as he finally, finally pulls his pants down and the cool air of the station tickles his newly exposed skin.

He knows this is wrong, knows he shouldn’t be doing this, not here. But...the thought of touching himself here, in a partially-public restroom, makes him absolutely throb with arousal. He wants you to see it, wants you to be a part of it. 

Ronnie wants you to know what a dirty, filthy boy he is.

So, he wraps a hand around his cock and immediately, his hips buck forward into his palm. He’s been waiting days for this moment, and his cock is so sensitive, tears are already forming in his eyes as he pumps his thick, veiny shaft.

You tell him all the time how impressive he is, how long and girthy he is, how he curves in just the right way to hit all the pleasure spots inside your walls. He likes to believe that he was made to pleasure you, to be inside you, much like a key fits into a lock. 

Once he’s completely hard, he pulls out his phone to text you.

Ronnie: What are you doing right now?

You’re in the middle of a meeting when you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.

Y/N: In a meeting. Why? Did something happen?

He smirks to himself, snapping a picture of his dick for you.

Ronnie: Attachment: 1 image

Ronnie: Yeah, you’ve been away for three days. I’m in desperate need of your attention...will you help me?

You quickly put a hand over your mouth, muffling the soft moan that escapes your lips. Your legs quickly cross, thighs rubbing together to soothe the developing ache between your thighs.

Y/N: Oh, Ronnie...look at you, pumping your pathetic cock in the station bathroom like a disgusting slut. I bet you’re already close, aren’t you?

His eyes widen and he shoves his mouth into his arm, muffling the desperate cry that comes out of his mouth. God, you always know the right things to say to get him wound up.

Ronnie: I’ve been so fucking hard since you left, baby. Woke up all hard and ready for you, ready for your little pussy, but you’d already left. Had to get up and go to work before I could take care of it, and by the time I get home at night, I’m just too tired. 

The thought of Ronnie being rock hard all day, sitting at his desk and trying not to touch himself is one that turns you on more than it probably should.

Y/N: You poor baby...oh, I bet you’re so full, hm? Are your balls heavy, so full of the seed you’ve been saving up? Three days without your fiancee has you fucking your hand in the station restroom, how pathetic. And you’ll probably get hard again ten minutes after you cum all over the sink like some fucking teenager.

He almost falls over, white-knuckling the counter as he ruts into his hand, sweat forming on his brow. 

Ronnie: Call me. Now. Need to hear your voice.

You slip out unnoticed, thankful that this was an entire-group meeting and not one of the smaller ones you’d been attending the past two days. Your finger presses the ‘call’ icon next to Ronnie’s name as you go to the single-person restroom, locking the door.

He picks up almost immediately, breath heavy through the speaker.

“Baby.”

Your knees shake at the desperation in his whisper.

“Disgusting pervert.”

His soft growl crawls through the small speaker, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m s-so close. Please, baby, p-please...”

“Yeah?”

You say, smirking.

“Are you gonna make a mess in the bathroom, Ronnie? Gonna cover the sink in your filthy cum like the little pervert I know you are?”

Ronnie’s practically sobbing, hips having a mind of their own as his cock takes over, chasing release. 

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m g-gonna shoot my big f-fat fucking load onto the s-sink.”

You bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together.

“Is it gonna be a big one, baby? Ooooo, I bet it is, it’s gonna be so fucking big and hot.”

His glutes clench as he rocks harshly into the tight ‘O’ his hand has made, tip drooling precum as he teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“Gonna b-be so big, all f-for you, baby.”

He breathes, balls clenching as they prepare for release.

“Video c-call? Can we s-switch over?”

“Sure, baby, sure.”

You switch over to FaceTime, camera on you while your handsome fiance points his towards the mirror, turning himself to the side so that you can see his impressive length as he pumps it with vigor. 

“Mmm, look at you, so desperate. Put the camera closer to your big cock, wanna see how nice and hard it is for me.”

Ronnie groans softly, biting his lip as he tilts the camera down to focus on his cock. You chew your lip as your eyes roam his length, tip slick and bright red, veins bulging out. You wish you could trace the tip of your tongue over the blue-green patterns.

“D-Do you see it, baby?”

He asks, breathily.

“Mmhmm, yeah I see. I see my fiance being a dirty, disgusting slut. Pumping your little cock when anyone could interrupt and see you like a horny fucking teenager. Can’t go three days without touching yourself, it’s shameful, really.”

His throaty growl comes through the speaker, and you can almost see the way his cock throbs, pulses in his palm. 

“I had to step out of a fucking meeting to watch this? Watch my horny fiance jerk off in the middle of the work day? You better cum soon and you better make this all worth it.”

He pumps himself furiously, quickly turning and walking up to the sink.

“Y-Yeah, yeah I’ll make it w-worth it. I’ll show y-you my big load, show y-you all the cum I’ve kept f-for you.”

“Well, let’s get it over with then. Make a mess on the counter, mark it with your dirty cum.”

You say, pretending to sound annoyed, knowing it drives him nuts.

Your words send him over the edge, and you watch the camera shake a bit as rope after rope of creamy release shoots out onto the counter. Ronnie’s breath is shaky, exhaling through his teeth as he strokes himself through it. 

“Thank you, honey.”

Ronnie breathes, lifting the camera up so that you can see the load.

You smile, cheeks warming at the sight of it. It was big, really big, and it always turned you on when he came a lot.

“Can I see you?”

You ask, smiling even wider when he turns the camera around to face him.

“There’s my handsome man.”

He blushes, always getting flustered when you say things like that.

“And there’s my beautiful, amazing fiancee.”

“I really do have to get back to my meeting, darling, but I’ll be home tonight. I’m so excited to see you.”

His lips pull up into a bright smile as he thinks about finally seeing you tonight again.

“I’m excited too, honey. I’ll repay you for this when you get home.”

He winks, making you giggle softly, biting your lip.

“I’m looking forward to it, Officer Peterson.”

[lasclhill]

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I’ll Always Be Here

Summary: Penelope makes a last second decision that she does not want to be in Space Jam 2 without Pepe, and she quickly goes home to comfort him.

Hello, everyone! I’m back with a new fic about Space Jam 2, this time focusing on Pepe and Penelope. This fic was inspired from and ask, submitted by anonymus on @thebrownssociety 's account. They said they didn't want to write it, however, so I did instead (with their permission of course).

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to Warner Bros.

Enjoy!

“Ms. Le Pew, filming starts in ten!” The voice of a staff member reached Penelope’s ears, muffled by the door of her changing room.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” She called back. Then, there was the sound of footsteps walking away, meaning that she was all alone again.

Penelope sighed and looked at the scrip in her hands. She had tried memorizing the lines all morning, but with no result. Her brain just couldn’t process the text, the words danced in front of her eyes and the letters all became hieroglyphs with no meaning. No matter how much she tried to concentrate, her mind always drifted away, far from the Warner Bros. lot, far from the film set and the film itself, traveling all the way back to her home, where she knew there was her husband, alone.

It was so unfair. 

Pepe didn’t deserve all the hate and backlash he had gotten. Her beloved had done nothing wrong ever! All those people that claimed Pepe was encouraging a deviant behaviour had no idea what they were talking about. They didn’t know him, so why were they speaking like that?! Her Pepe, was the kindest, most romantic and gentle soul she had ever met. He would never hurt a fly, let alone do those kind of things.

But people didn’t seem to understand. No matter how many times Pepe and the other Looney Tunes tried to clarify this misunderstanding, how many times they told people those were just cartoons and they were just actors, how many times she tried to explain she had not been assaulted, their narrow minds just couldn’t comprehend it. In the end, the descision to remove Pepe from the movie and from the future Looney Tunes productions was made and, despite all the protests, no one had been able to do anything.

Those news had terribly depressed Pepe. Every single one of them knew how much the skunk liked acting and how fond he was of cartoons, so naturally, the whole situation was like a punch in the gut. He isolated himself from the rest of the world, which deeply worried both her and the rest of their family. At least Speedy, who knew better than any of them what it felt like to go through all that, had tried to cheer him up and comfort him, and to some extent, he succeded. Everytime Speedy talked to Pepe, he always felt better afterwards and acted a bit more like his usual self.

Still, concern always seemed to pull on Penelope’s heart strings, now more than ever, considering Pepe was all by himself at home, feeling lonely and depressed that he couldn’t be with them and do what he loved. And oh, how she wanted him to be near her right now! She wanted to hold his hand, as they walked on the film set, she wanted to hear him whisper romantic things in her ear, and then scold him because “it’s nor the time nor the place!”, but both of them knowing she liked it a lot. She wanted him to make her laugh and smile and fill her stomach with butterflies. She wanted...

Suddenly, she noticed a wet spot on her page and wondered what could that be. Then she noticed another. And another. Bringing her hand towards her face she realized that her fur was wet. She was crying.

Tossing the script aside, she buried her face in her hands and cried, and cried, and cried, letting all of her frustration out.

Knock, knock

Penelope jumped. “Who is it?”

“Sorry to bother you, Ms. Le Pew, but filming is starting now.”

“Yeah, s-sure, I’ll be out immediately.” She said, trying not to sound disstressed.

She got up and checked her reflection, making sure there were no clues that she had cried, then exited her trailer and marched towards the set, desperately whishing that Pepe was by her side.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

“Ms. Le Pew, are you even listening?” 

That sentence snapped Penelope out of her thoughts. She quickly realized that no, she had not been listening. Instead, she kept galncing at the empty spot, where Pepe should have been...

“I am sorry, Mr. Lee.” She apologised. “Please, continue.”

So, the man went on about how he wanted that specific scene acted and all that blah, blah, blah that Penelope, again, did not, could not, listen too. What was Pepe doing right then, as her and the others were filming? Was he feeling lonely or had he found something entertaining to do? At least that was what he had promised her that morning. I promise you, ma cherie, I will be fine. 

Those were his exact words. But the question was, did he mean them? Or they were just pretty lies, meant to chase away all her worries? Knowing how much Pepe loved her, she wouldn’t put it past him to hide his sadness just so she could have a good time...

Finally, Mr. Lee finished his rant and they were ready to film.

It should have excited Penelope. Ever since the first Space Jam released, she had dreamed of filming a sequel. Back then it seemed so exciting and fun to relive all that. Now, however, it was different. Suddenly, she realized that she didn't want to film at all.

“Okay, people, places!”

Just then, a thought blossomed in her mind. What if...? But no, she couldn’t do that. People were counting on her. She couldn’t possibly... Or could she? Truth was she didn’t play a big part and did not have that many lines, so it wouldn’t really be a problem if she left... would it? 

She looked around frantically. She had very little time to make a decision and she needed to make it right then!

“Ready! Actio-”

“Wait!” The word had left her mouth before she could even stop them. 

Everyone looked at her.

“Is there a problem, Ms. Le Pew?” Lee asked, confused.

“Yes, it is.” Penelope said. “I do not want to be in this movie anymore.” 

For a moment, silence engulfed the set. Then, the director’s voice rang clear, stuttering and, as Penelope had expected, trying to convince her against it.

“Ms. Le Pew, p-please, reconsider- I mean, you can’t- you can’t possibly-”

“Oh, I can. And I have.” She said confidently, ready to leave.

But Mr. Lee was not finished. Getting up, he marched right after her.

“Ms. Le Pew, why? Why do you want to leave production? Is there something wrong?”

“Yes, there is. My husband is not here and I don’t want to do this without him. Good day Mr. Lee.” And with that, she turned around and left, leaving behind a shocked director and a bunch of rather happy Looney Tunes.

“Guys, can’t you do something?” Mr. Lee said to the rest of the cast. “Convince her to come back?”

“For Warner’s sake, leave her alone, Doc.” Bugs said casually, munching on his carrot. “Even if we tried to convince her to retoin she’d refuse. Besides, we don’t wanna.” The other looneys nodded in agreement. “Now how ‘bout we get back ta filmin’?” The rabbit smiled (a bit) smugly at the director.

Mr. Lee sighed, realizing he had lost the battle, and yelled at everyone to get to their places again.

Meanwhile, Peneople was already out in the parking lot, unlocking her car, desperate to get to her beloved. As she drove back to Toon Town, not for one second did she regret her decision.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

Pepe sat in his armchair, quietly reading.

It had been a long day. A long, boring day. His wife and friends had left in the morning to film Space Jam 2 and he had been alone ever since.

First, he tried taking a walk through Toon Town. Usually, a breath of fresh air, hearing the birds sing, the perfume of flowers and even the sight of other toons, going about their day, cheered Pepe up. It was so normal, so simple, yet he enjoyed it, and it reminded him to be grateful and take pleasure in the smallest things in life.

That day, however, it was different. The cent of flowers didn't smell as good as it did, the song of birds faded into obscurity, mixing with other sound and becoming insignificant, and the mere image of toons hurryig to work, filled him with depression. It reminded him he had no job anymore, no purpouse...

So he had returned home, picked his favorite romance book, Gone With The Wind, and sat down to read. But even that wasn't able to cheer him up.

He had truly lied to Penelope that morning. He was far from being fine. But, what else was he supposed to say? That he was sad and needed her there? How could he?! Penny had wanted to film that movie for so long. He couldn't take that away from her.

Just then, he heard the front door open and shot his head up in alarm. For a split second he thought someone had broken into his house (maybe some backround character thief that would be stupid enough to try to rob a house by walking through the fromt door?)

But, all his fears were cast aside and replaced with confusion when he saw his beautiful wife standing in front of him.

"Penny? What are you doing here?"

"I quit the movie." She said in an unaffected tone.

Pepe jumped on his feet. "Tu as fait quoi?!”

"I already told you. I don't want to film Space Jam 2 anymore." Her voice was, again, emotionless, showing absolutely no regret.

Walking towards her, he cupped her face in his hands. "But why?"

Pepe wasn't stupid. He had a hunch why she would do it. Yet, still he wanted to make doubly sure.

"Because I don't want to be in it, if you are not in it."

There it was.

Pepe sighed and caressed her face. "Ma cherie, don't let me spoil your fun-"

"But you're not! You never spoiled anything for me! Those bastards did when they kicked you out!"

"But you were so excited, Penny. You wanted this, so don't let me get in the way. Please, go back."

"But I don't want to!" Her voice now was hoarse and her eyes were filling with tears. "True, I was excited in the begining, but that changed when you were out. I don't want to do it without you, so don't ever feel guilty or say you are getting in the way. You are never getting in the way. It was my choice to leave, and I regret nothing, got it?" She was basically clinging to him now, gazing into his hazel orbs.

Looking into those beautiful eyes of hers and, seeing her passion, love and sincierity, filled Pepe with a strong emotion. Lifting her chin up a bit, he kissed his wife deeply. Penelope reciprocated this gesture, warping her arms tightly around his neck.

They stayed like that for a while, completely lost in their bliss. When they finally broke apart a few inches, Pepe had tears rolling down on his cheeks.

"Thank you for being here, my angel. Je t'aime beaucoup."

Penelope smiled. "I’ll alway be here, love. Et je t'aime aussi."

THE END

Translations: Ma cheire = my dear 

Tu as fait quoi?! = You did what?!

Je t'aime = I love you

Beaucoup = very much

Et = and

Aussi = as well

Thank you everyone for reading!