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kentopedia · 1 year ago

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dating port mafia boss dazai

contents: f!reader, implied violence, mostly dazai spoiling you so much, dazai is very soft in this, one litte nsfw scene !!

note: this reeks of self indulgence :,) my current obsession is pmboss!dazai being so sweet & gentle to his s/o

it goes without saying that if you're in the port mafia when you start dating dazai, he’ll probably want you to take less work in the field.

bc his main goal is keeping you safe, and he constantly worries about you when you're going on dangerous missions !!

though, sometimes you miss being in all the action. so, dazai will send you on missions with chuuya or akutagawa from time to time

he still worries, but he has no doubt they can keep you safe!!

he hates being nervous about whether or not you’ll come back to him, but he never wants you to feel like you're a prisoner in your own home.

if you want to go with him, anywhere or anytime, to any meeting, you just have to ask!

bc he trusts you completely <3 and he also knows you can take care of yourself.

if you want to work in other parts of the mafia, whether that be in training, intelligence, or behind the scenes work, dazai doesn’t care

he pretends to be uncompromising on some issues, but you can convince him of anything with a pretty smile.

but, if you're not in the port mafia, he (unfortunately) will make sure you have a bodyguard with you almost everywhere.

you insist its not necessary, but he knows he's made a lot of enemies that would love to use him against you. :(

though dazai has his moments of insanity (lol), he doesn't want to drive you away from him.

if you say its too much, he'll figure out something else. another way to keep you safe.

eventually, you come live with him, so that takes care of that.

dazai spoils you senseless !!

if he's ever late for a mission, he always comes back with something for you.

sometimes its flowers, sometimes its something even more elaborate

loves loves loves giving you jewelry

but everything he buys is very thoughtful!

he doesn't buy you expensive gifts just to flaunt money

its more that there isn't a price tag on things to him. if he sees something he thinks you'll like, it'll be yours, no matter the cost <3

"i'm home!" you said cheerfully, dropping your bag off by the door as you shouted to dazai through the penthouse.

the sound echoed back, and dazai didn't respond.

with a yawn, you headed towards your bedroom, stretching your muscles as you walked. the weather had been miserable that week, and between the heat and the rain, you were feeling more tired than ever.

what you longed for was a nice hot shower and a night in dazai's arms.

"osamu?" you said again, but the apartment remained quiet. there was no one in your bedroom when you opened the door.

you sighed, disappointed that he wasn't home to lay with you as you took a nap. though, your attention was quickly diverted by the newest addition to your bed.

a soft brown teddy bear, the same color as dazai's eyes, held a card, and a dark velvet box, paired with a bouquet of fresh flowers on your nightstand.

the note was short, but it was enough, and you couldn't help but smile as you read it.

i have to go out of the city for tonight. i'll be back in the morning. sorry i can't be with you, my darling. here's a little apology gift. i love you. - osamu

as usual, the gift was anything but small.

you flipped open the delicate box to reveal a gold necklace, a deep ruby dangling from the chain in the shape of a heart.

for a moment, you did nothing more than stare at the glittering gem that was edged by smaller diamonds, and you swelled with more love than your chest could handle.

carefully, you set the box down, wondering what you ever did to deserve something so beautiful. as much as you wanted to wear it immediately, you'd wait until osamu was back so he could help you put it on.

instead, you placed the card and the necklace by the flowers, and climbed into bed with the stuffed animal. as you nestled deeper into the comforter, curling your arms around the bear, you realized dazai had sprayed it with his cologne before he left.

dazai isn't the best about telling you how he feels. he is so much better at showing it.

if it isn't obvious, he loves buying you gifts! he has so much money as the port mafia boss, and he has no idea what to do with it. why not spend it on you!!

if you see an outfit in the store window that you like, dazai will have it tailored to your precise measurements. (which he has memorized, of course).

he loves shopping for you.

when he buys you pretty dresses, lingerie, and so on, all the other women in the store are swooning over him.

he knows exactly what you like and don't.

even if he thinks you'd look so beautiful in something, he knows your sense of style.

dazai doesn't want you to ever feel obligated to wear something just bc he picked it out for you.

of course, dazai always gives you his card to go shopping

and to get your nails done! he's obsessed with how pretty your hands look after getting a fresh set <3

he's loves them whatever color/design you think looks best. but i'd be lying if i said he wasn't obsessed with red nails.

dazai really loves the way they looked wrapped around his-

you rested your head on dazai's shoulder, letting your hands gently splay across his knee, your fingertips moving in a listless, delicate pattern.

though a film played before you, it was forgotten quickly, dazai's breath catching as he exhaled a laugh. "what are you doing?" he asked, and you smiled innocently, drifting your hand further up his thigh.

"nothing."

he blinked at you with wide brown eyes and swallowed, his throat bobbing as you reached his hip. you wrapped a delicate finger around his zipper, pulling it down slowly.

"nothing, hm?" he countered.

you turned to face him, sweeter now, as you tugged at his waistband. though dazai feigned disinterest for a moment, you felt him twitch beneath the thin layer of clothing.

his focus drifted down to your much softer hand, perfectly manicured and smaller than his own. he seemed fascinated, for a moment, by the way your fingers were moving. "your nails look pretty, love."

"i know.” you grinned. dazai's hips shifted, and you lowered his waistband, pressing a line of kisses up his neck slowly, teasing him.

you freed his cock, aching and hard, from his pants, and wrapped your hand around him. dazai let out a small gasp, though he watched as you lazily stroked him, the action perfected from experience.

"you're so pretty, 'samu." you watched his face turn red as he tried hard not to fall apart under your touch.

it was reassuring, really, to know that the most powerful man in the city was wrapped around your finger.

"not as pretty as you, baby," he said, but the word came out strained, raspy as you tightened your fist, running your teeth across the taut vein in his neck.

you laughed and moved onto his lap, kicking the remote off the couch before straddling him. his eyes melted into hearts as he stared up at you, begging for a kiss.

"you’ve been so busy this week,” you frowned. “i wanna make you feel good."

dazai jerked into you, breathing stifled as you brush your thumb over the tip. "you always do." his smile was affectionate, but his touch was desperate, digging into your sides. he was already searching for some sort of release.

"so impatient," you said, but you indulged him with a kiss anyway, his hands fisting in your hair as your tongue met his.

he breathed into you mouth, hot and heavy. "fuck," dazai hissed, lifting your hips to slip off your pajama shorts. "it's hard not to be when you're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. i need to be inside you."

dazai loves loves loves taking you out to expensive restaurants <3

he's not a big fan of crowds, though, so he'll rent out the entire place instead, just to get a private room for the two of you.

and if you don't feel like going out, but you want a nice meal, he'll hire a chef for the evening. one that specializes in whatever type of food you want

dazai's not the best cook, but he’ll do often, just because it makes you happy

he gets so much better over time, though.

whatever you want, he'll make it for you! and if he can't, he'll definitely find someone who can.

but! back to dazai letting you use his account to buy anything.

when you go to any shop associated with the mafia, everything is on the house

bc if the boss is going to funnel money into their pockets, the least they could do is give his girl some gifts !!

"is this... going to be all for you today, miss?" the cashier said, looking at the stack of clothing skeptically. he rang up price tag after price tag, watching as the numbers grew exponentially on the screen.

you nodded, smiling politely as he read off the total, a number that no average person would be able to spend reasonably in one go.

but dazai said you could get whatever you wanted for your birthday, and you hadn't let yourself indulge in a shopping spree for a while. so you'd picked up anything that suited you nicely and decided not to worry.

"how will you be paying today?"

you handed over the card, and the cashier read the name, glancing up at you with skeptical eyes.

"dazai osamu?"

you smiled sweetly. "it's my boyfriend's card."

though, the name had caught the attention of an older salesman across the room, and he was to the cashier in two swift steps, knocking him on the back of the head.

"dumbass," the older man swiped the card from the cashier before he could swipe the payment. "don't you know who she is?"

it took the man three more times of reading dazai's name across the plastic for it to click.

"i'm so sorry," he said, wide eyes suddenly anxious. "i had no idea you were—"

"it's okay. don't worry." you smiled, shrugging. "i won't tell him."

you meant it as a joke, but that only seemed to make the younger cashier more nervous.

"we'll take care of everything for you." the elderly salesman said, holding out the card to return it. "it's on us."

"really?" you pinched your eyebrows together, concerned. the bill was steep. it seemed unfair to let them take such a hit to profits. "at least let me pay for some of it.”

"no, don't worry about it. the boss said it was your birthday, so whatever you want, its yours."

for a moment, you weren't sure what to say. though, realizing that this store was just one of the many in yokohama that partnerned with dazai, you finally succumbed to a smile, and accepted their kindness.

you took dazai's card back and slipped it into your purse. "thank you so much.” you said sincerely, turning to leave with a small wave as you gathered up the bags and bags of clothes. "it was nice to meet you. i'll come back soon!"

though they said nothing, they both stared back at you with wide eyes, as most people did when they found out you were the one that had captured dazai's heart.

when dazai finds out how much you love to read, he clears out an entire floor of the port mafia headquarters to make you a library

its done far too elaborately, with classical decorations, a very intricate chandelier, and a view that looks over the entire city

there are special editions, original copies of your favorite books, books in languages you can't even read and so on

he went a little overboard, but he was just so excited to show you :(

"osamu." you stare, blinking at the vast room, not really sure what to say other than his name.

"what?" he's pouting instantly, wondering if he made a mistake, and you didn't like to read as much as he thought. "do you not like it?"

you don't think your heart has ever felt so full before, and you manage a shaky smile, wondering how it didn't split your face in two. "this is too much. you did all this for me?"

and he seems surprised you would even ask such a silly question, because why wouldn't he give you something you've always wanted? "if it makes you feel better, i'll tell you i did it for myself."

you laugh, and then you're launching yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. you nearly cry, because even though he spoils you far too much, this is the most thoughtful gift you've ever received.

"thank you." you whisper, kissing him all over his face, and he smiles, his cheeks warm from your affection.

dazai leads you to a shelf after that, pointing out a few novels that have his name scribbled in the front cover, all with varying states of penmanship.

he's collected all his favorite books there for you, hopeful you'll read them first.

dazai places you next to him in every mafia meeting

if you're going to be his partner, you're also going to be his equal <3

and he knows that you can keep everyone in the mafia in line. he trusts you to be in charge when he's not there

bc everyone in the mafia likes you more than dazai anyway! (except maybe akutagawa)

and yes, dazai is the sweetest to you <3 but certainly not to everyone else

he disposes of people that bother you... far too quickly

the man at the store made you uncomfortable? he doesn't live in the city anymore. someone was too handsy? they'll lose a few fingers.

but if someone in the mafia says even one unkind word to you, you'll never see them again.

"sweetheart, what's wrong?"

you sniffed, wiping the tears from your eyes as his hands snuck around your waist. he pulled you closer towards him, sliding next to you on the bed.

"it's nothing." you swallowed, but your eyes were still glassy no matter how hard you tried to stop crying. "i shouldn't get so worked up about things people say."

"hey," he coaxed your hands away from your face, tilting your chin up. "if it's upsetting you, it's a big deal to me, my love."

you said nothing for a moment, but dazai remained patient, smiling softly at you as he stroked your cheek.

never able to resist the gentleness that he showered only you in, you sighed. "some people just said…” you trailed off, almost not wanting to tell him. it seemed embarrassing, in some way, to say something lewd about yourself, even if you were merely repeating the words.

“said what?”

you chewed the inside of your lip before sighing, knowing dazai wouldn’t let the issue rest until you told him.

“they just said that you only kept me around to fuck me.” you dropped your gaze to your hands for a moment, letting them rest limply in your lap. “that i was just some stupid bitch you’d leave behind soon.”

you watched the smile slowly fall from his lips, his eyes hardening with a fury that wasn't directed at you.

"you know that's not true." he held your hands tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "tell me that you know that."

you managed something of a smile. "i know. i really do know how much you love me. doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my feelings.”

he nodded, somewhat satisfied as the cloudiness began to clear from your face. "who was it? if you don't know they're name, just describe them." his expression was icy, dangerous, even if his hands were soft.

"osamu, i told you it doesn't matter—" you frowned, looking away before he interrupted.

“it does fucking matter." his words came out sharp. "those men work for me, and i'm not going to let them treat you like that. they've got no business being here if they can't respect you."

at the end of the day, dazai's reputation remains very much intact. he will always be feared in the city, despite exposing himself as a man who's so so in love

but everyone in the mafia is secretly pleased to see him a little happier, even if its just around you.

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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AAAAA

TDAC X PUPPET!READER

Hear me out

Reader is like puppet from fnaf, their character being very similar to puppet, them having the same voice and powers? Yknow Puppet flies fast as HELL and etc, Reader most of the time stays in the music box, and just gets out when really wanted or needed, for example: when theres an IHA or when someone needs them for something.

TADC x puppet!reader !

ashamed to admit this but i have not touched fnaf outside of security breach, recently at least. the last time i was fully invested in the fnaf lore was when fnaf 4 had just dropped, so im quite literally relying off of your description like its a life line because i know how insane fnaf lore has gotten think imma answer this request then take another short break since my lower back is starting to get sore from sitting all day; gotta go stretch my legs too

CAINE:

you do have your own room, of course, but you tend to usually stay in your music box; of which you came with when you first entered the digital world... which was a little odd, but hey its not the strangest thing that anyone here has seen! i like to think that sometimes caine comes to your box at night and tries to will you out so he can get to know you more. leave it to the ai to fall for the mysterious circus member who rarely leaves their box... i think sometimes he would hum and sing along to the music your box makes

POMNI:

the first time you rush out of your music box it takes her off guard, almost making her fall off her feet when you dash right by her to do... whatever was required of you at that moment in time. if she were being honest, she didnt think you were a real person, she had always assumed that you were an npc; it wasnt unheard of that caine would have npcs stationed about for in house adventures, or to man the carnival..! though i dont think she would interact much with you, considering you rarely interact with the others; what use would it be to pester you?

JAX:

honestly before realizing you literally live and sleep and mostly exist in the music box, he probably puts stuff on top of your box... accidentally trapping you inside it. well, actually trapping wouldnt be accurate because you ended up brute forcing your way out, literally sending everything that was on top of the box flying; scaring just about everyone in the room. imagine trying to find out whos faster; you or jax.. i mean, have you seen how fast jax bolted when they found out koufmo abstracted?

RAGATHA:

always tries to ask you if you want to join in on the in house adventure, she doesnt want you to feel left out or unwelcome; even though most times you willingly back out of the activity. though, she feels relieved and even smiles when you spring out of your box to join in on the action... at least she knows you havent abstracted... brain stimulation is important, you know!

KINGER:

he finds some comfort in the music, slowly but surely as the days pass he moves his pillow fort closer and closer to your box before eventually hes right next to you. sometimes even naps, leaning against it. though he does immediately scamper off when you suddenly lunge out to race towards whoever is calling for you. at least he can count on you to have his back in moments of danger or fear!

ZOOBLE:

usually stays in their own lane, but for one reason or another they need help during an IHA, and their yelps and incoherent speech was enough to catch your attention. be it gloink or otherwise, you obliterate the problem; effectively haunting zooble for the rest of their life by your actions... but hey, it feels... nice, having someone you can rely on

GANGLE:

character who is soft spoken and shy meets character that rarely leaves their box when its not needed or necessary; how could a relationship, romantic or otherwise, be fostered in conditions such as this? oddly enough, the silence between you two brings you together, the music keeping the silence from becoming overwhelming. i like to think that sometimes gangle leaves you little notes, choosing to write rather than verbally speak... best not to ruin that special quiet the two of you have learned to share

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #jax x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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varpusvaras · 4 months ago

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The days continue like that.

Fox tries his best to continue focusing solely on Leia. He feeds her, plays with her, puts her down for a nap. Feeds her, bathes her, puts her to bed.

They continue to keep watch in turns. Ben stays up first, while Fox sleeps the best he can, and then he stays up until the suns start to rise.

Then they do it all over again.

Ben does most of the housework. Fox thinks that he takes pity on him, and lets him focus on taking care of Leia, instead of making him do any of the maintenance that the house needs every day. Fox tries not to feel too bad about it.

The days and nights go by.

Leia starts to get a little restless. Fox hasn't had the courage to let her outside, in case they are spotted. Or in case there are any of the gangs or other dangers lurking around. Or because the days are hot, and Leia's skin is light and sensitive, and Fox doesn't want to expose her to the suns too much.

He sees Ben watching them. It almost looks like he is getting a little restless, too.

That night, after Fox has gotten Leia to fall asleep, Ben speaks.

"I think we are out of immediate danger now", he says. "Of course, it might just be because they haven't managed to track us down yet, but perhaps we can afford to relax a little."

Fox is not sure if he wants to relax a little.

He is, quite frankly, a little afraid of what will happen if he does so.

He can see that there is something else tied to what Ben is saying, though.

"Are you getting tired of staying inside the house with us around the clock, Kenobi?" He asks.

Ben makes a little huff. Fox doesn't know if it's a laugh or a sigh.

"Not that I don't enjoy your company", he says. "But I do have a job. Or at least I had a few days ago. I might already be laid off for not turning up for my shifts. Things are a bit scarce here, and even though there are various jobs available, getting one that is at least somewhat on the side of legality is always a bothersome thing. And, since things are scarce, they cost credits. Even more so now, as there are three mouths to feed, instead of one."

He looks at Leia, and smiles slightly.

"Even if one of the mouths is smaller than the other two", he says. He sounds fond as he speaks, and there is a look in his eyes that Fox knows.

He wonders who exactly Ben is thinking about when he looks at her.

"I do have credits on me", he says. "A lot of them."

Ben turns to look back at him. He raises a brow.

"And they cannot be traced back to you?" He asks.

"No", Fox answers. "They were reserved exactly for a situation like this. Just like everything else we have with us."

He decides not to think too much about that right now. He's doesn't have the energy to start and really think about how everything they have with them is everything they currently have left.

Ben nods. He is quiet for a while, clearly thinking.

"I will still go out tomorrow, to see if I still have a job", he says. "We do need to get more supplies as well at some point. Might as well do it at the same time."

That is true. Fox has supplies with him, but they are not going to last forever, and they need to keep up a stock, in case they need to leave again.

So he nods.

"Good. I will leave more weapons for you. But do not stay and fight. If they come, flee. Do not worry about me or anyone else."

Fox nods again.

It's for the best. If he flees, they will probably not go after the boy.

"I don't think I could even fight against all of them", he admits. "It would be a losing battle from the start. Most likely Vader himself would come after her-"

He stops talking when he sees the expression on Ben's face.

He looks like he has seen a ghost.

He stands there, his face white and his eyes wide, and Fox isn't sure if he is even breathing anymore.

He looks more like a ghost himself.

"Ben?" Fox calls. He doesn't seem to hear him. "Ben? General Kenobi?"

Nothing.

"Obi-Wan?"

That gets him to move again. Ben breathes in sharply, and his eyes focus fully back on Fox.

"He..." His voice comes out as a strained whisper. "He's...alive? Anakin is alive?"

Fox nods.

Ben sits down on the floor. He stares at the wall, and when he doesn't get up after a while, Fox stands up, and carefully pulls him back to his feet. He walks him all the way to the bed and makes him sit down on it, next to Leia, who is thankfully still sleeping.

Ben doesn't say anything. He just keeps staring somewhere, somewhere beyond the walls of the house.

Fox takes the first watch for the night.

#well that cat is out of the back finally #in fox's defense he didn't know that obi-wan didn't know #there has been some breaks in the communication there #also do you think that obi-wan reacted when fox called him by his full name because he sounds like cody-#I'm gonna put all the snippets I have so far up on ao3 when I get back home on sunday!#sw #tcw #Star Writing #my writing #Commander Fox #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Leia Organa #Runaway AU

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mixiury · 1 year ago

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Here with you — Wanderer x GN! Reader

Summary: After a long walk with Wanderer, you ended up exhausted, taking a small nap with your companion in the middle of the forest.

A/N: I corrected some typos I noticed after reading this again. I am dyslexic and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there is still some. Please feel free to point them out!

"Come here, lie with me."

"Why would I? To get my clothes dirty like yours? No thanks." Wanderer answered to your request almost instantly, showing little interest in changing his mind.

Both of you have been walking for hours now, enjoying the cool breeze that the trees of the Sumeru forest release.

It's hard to keep track of time in a place like this, especially when the silence and calm stretches out in its entirety and all you can hear is the soft melody of the birds with the snapping grass and leaves you are stepping on the ground while you walk.

But even though your hiking companion doesn't need to take breaks and the beautiful views of the landscapes along the way help in motivating you to continue exploring, you soon end up finding your feet and legs demanding you to rest, lying down on a small and comfortable hill, while Wanderer reluctantly agrees to wait for you a few minutes.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me? The sun is nice." You know what his response is going to be, but you keep insisting anyways, hoping that some miracle will happen that would make him change his mind and rest alongside you. However, as was from being expected, his head just turned away, ignoring your request with the same stubborness that characterizes him.

Defeated, you find solace in the warm sunlight and fresh grass you lie on, slowly imbuing yourself in its trap as your eyelids fight to stay open.

It is not until he notices how quiet you have become that Wanderer's gaze finally returned to your sleeping figure, noticing each deep breath you take as your chest rises and falls steadily, with nothing to interrupt you from falling into your calm, soft slumber.

It's annoying how you allow to put yourself in such a comfortable state in the middle of nowhere. As if, in this precise moment, nothing else mattered.

It seems like you don't know how easy of a target you are right now, not worrying about your surroundings and all the dangers that are around you. It only takes a few seconds to end a human's life and it's much easier when you're in such a vulnerable and peaceful state that you wouldn't even be able to react before you feel the pain of your aggressor hurting you.

And yet, the mere thought of it makes him feel sick and jealous of you at the same time. How can you live your life so carelessly? Is it because you don't have any self-prevention instincts inside that empty brain of yours? Or are you just so naive that, even knowing how he can easily leave you to your own devices, you still trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this position?

Knowing you will probably never tell him, he decides to search the answer by himself, quietly approaching you and laying down next to you, hoping that the sound of the grass rustling next to you won't wake you up or interrupt your dreams as he watches you in complete silence.

And it's only now, after he finally gave into your request, that he understood what you were talking about.

The faint rays of the sun really feel like a bliss the moment they caress your face, intense enough to embrace you with their warmth but not to the point of burning you. Contrasting with the cloudy and gloomy Inazuma mornings he had grown used to.

It has been so long since he felt this warmth and calmness, still staring at you steadily and letting himself enjoy the peaceful nature of the moment.

It feels illegal that him, out of all people, could experience an instance like this. He, whom from the day of his creation the only birthright that has been given to him was an eternity of grievance, shame and solitude, simply lying on the grass without any other concern but you.

He doesn't understand it but he wants to. Your presence itself has already helped him understand a hint of your normalicy, something that he had spent decades chasing and longing for but was never able to hold for long enough to call it his. And yet, he lets himself fall into your trap and comfort, finally taking a break from all the thoughts that have been stuck in his mind as he simply rests by your side.

#wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer fluff #scaramouche fluff

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loveandmurders · 1 year ago

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Where is my squismellow?? (Gender neutral reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Based on this request: "how would the brothers react to their s/o having a squishmellow and it goes missing?"

Warnings: Bo being an ass, a few strong words, BLOOD, mentions of murders.

Living with the Sinclairs wasn’t always soft and happy but they were trying their best for you.

One afternoon, after Bo refused to let you go with Lester for an errand, the man thought he needed to cheer you up.

And when his eyes found a little Loch Ness Monster plushie, a squishmellow more precisely, he instantly knew it was going to be the perfect gift for you.

When he came back home, you were in your room, sulking away from the twins. Everyone was pretty upset, but Bo didn’t want to apologise as he was certain he had done the right thing: the world was way too dangerous to let you leave Ambrose like that.

You needed to stay where you were safe.

Lester softly knocked at your door but you didn’t answer. He gently opened the door and passed the plushie into the entrance for you to see it. Your attention was instantly caught by the sight of it and you had to admit you fell in love with the cute little thing right away.

“Heard ya were sad, so I came here to cheer ya up!” Lester said while moving the Loch Ness Monster as if the squishmellow was the one talking. You couldn't stop yourself from giggling at such adorable antics.

You sat up on your bed. “What’s your name?” you asked, feeling better already.

Lester tried to recall what he saw on the little tag he removed earlier “Lune!” he exclaimed “I’m Lune the Loch Ness Monster” he said

You got up and grabbed Lune before squishing it against your chest. You fully opened the door and invited Lester in.

He gave you a little hug and pecked your cheek. “Sorry ‘bout Bo” he whispered to you and you shrugged, hiding your face into Lune.

“It’s not your fault if the man’s paranoid” you replied “Thanks for Lune though, I love them so much already!” you smiled

“Knew ya would” he nodded in satisfaction.

After that night, Lune never left your side.

It was annoying Bo a little but Vincent and Lester always made him shut up when he was trying to ask you to let go of the squishmellow. In the end, he got used to the sight of you cuddling with Lune.

He didn’t want to admit it but he was getting jealous of that little Loch Ness Monster. Lester was very proud you loved his purchase that much. Vincent wasn’t too sure what to think about it, but if you were happy, he was happy too.

But one day, Lune was missing.

You had a nap while your boys were taking care of some tourists in town. They preferred when you stayed safely locked up in your room when they were killing people. And you learnt to obey that rule.

When you woke up, you sleepily looked for Lune for a little hug. You fully woke up when you realised they were nowhere to be found.

You frowned and started to look for your little monster. You thought they might have fallen down the bed but they weren’t in your room at all.

You tried to not panic right away. They had to be in Ambrose and they probably were in the house. You had no idea where they could be otherwise.

Before leaving your room, you listened if the town was quiet. Then you looked at the window and you saw Bo and Lester cleaning around so you knew you could go find Lune.

You started with the living room and the kitchen. You didn’t hear Vincent walking behind you as he watched you looking for something. You slightly jumped when you noticed him and he signed an apology before asking you what you were looking for.

You sadly replied.

Lester soon arrived and you jumped into his arms to let him know Lune was gone.

Bo was close behind and rolled his eyes at that. You frowned at him.

“Good riddance” he grumbled and you threw a pillow at him “Hey!” he groaned in annoyance. “It's just a plushie, and it can’t have left the house, so don’t be so silly. How ‘bout ya prepare us somethin’ to eat instead?” he told you but you shook your head

“I need to find Lune first” you said with determination

“I’ll help ya find them” Lester promised and you kissed him. He was such a good boy to you, not like Bo who got even more annoyed at that.

“Still deserve a kiss” he mumbled and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You really don’t” you shook your head but still kissed him, knowing how awful he would get if you denied him. You gently kissed Vincent too and asked him if he would help you and he nodded. He would do anything for you.

Bo sat on his armchair while the three of you started to look out for Lune in the whole house and then in the whole town.

You started to really worry. Vincent was the most rational one and he asked you where you had seen them the last time, but you couldn’t recall it.

Meanwhile, Lester asked Bo if he knew anything. Bo faked not hearing him so Lester settled in front of the TV.

“I swear if ya stole Lune” Lester started

“Get away from my livin’ room, idiot. Don’t care ‘bout that plushie.” Bo replied, but it was difficult to know when he was lying or not, especially when he was in a bad mood. Right now, he just wanted you on his lap, but instead you were looking for this stupid thing.

As you were with Vincent, you started to remember something. You were with Bo at the garage before the tourists came. When Lester called Bo to warn him, you left to grab a nap. You probably forgot Lune there!

You went to the mechanic shop, but didn’t find them right away.

Vincent did.

When Bo started to fight with the tourists, Lune probably fell and they were now half hidden under a broken shelf and covered in blood. Vincent wasn’t too sure if Bo knew and didn’t do anything about it because he didn’t know how to handle this mess, or if he didn’t notice.

Anyways, Vincent was now the one who had to show you this. And he knew it wasn’t going to be pretty at all.

He gently took your hand in his and you could tell by his body language that he had bad news to announce to you. You followed him.

At first you didn’t even see Lune because your eyes could only focus on the blood.

And then you caught a glimpse of very pale blue and… You understood what happened. You knelt in front of Lune and started to cry. You were so upset to find them in such a bad condition. You should have been more careful.

Vincent gently stroked your head, trying to appease you but he wasn’t too sure what to do. He turned his head and he saw Lester coming your way so he gestured at him to come quicker.

Lester instantly knelt down beside you when he noticed you were sobbing and then he saw Lune. He internally cursed Bo for not having been more careful before hugging you.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay” he whispered but you shook your head

“There is too much blood!!” you whined and Lester softly grabbed your plushie. It was indeed covered in blood. But Lester had a plan.

“’m gonna clean them up.” he promised and before you could tell him that there was no way he could remove all the blood from them, he took Lune and left. He climbed in his truck. “I’ll be back with a cleaned up Lune, no worries, darl’! Go have a snack in the kitchen. Vince, ya better make sure Bo’s nice” Lester gave his instructions as the masked twin and you watched him left.

You both obeyed. Food helped you feel better and you didn’t talk to Bo. He didn’t ask anything in return.

After a few hours, Bo did get up and started to prepare a proper meal for his family. He was quiet, so you were a little bit suspicious but you didn’t say anything as Vincent was cuddling you.

When Lester came back, he handed you a very clean Lune and you happily jumped into his arms and hugged him and thanked him.

After that day, you made sure Lune never left your side ever again.

“How did ya remove the blood?” Bo asked one night; it was only him and Lester at the kitchen table, drinking beers

“Couldn’t. I bought a new one and washed it so it could smell good and clean” Lester smiled

“Smart boy.”

“I know”

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year ago

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Dove (part five)

Leon Kennedy x female reader - the slowest, slow burn I swear Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.

You try your best to focus on show on the television – watching them take down a non-load bearing wall with sledgehammers in a somewhat poor technique - but you really wish you had your phone. This would be a perfect time for mindless scrolling through various feeds, rather than thinking of the handsome agent you’d just taken a nap on, apparently. You wonder if anyone’s texted you, tried to call only to be met with an automated voicemail message... unless the DSO have managed to get your phone to power on, teasing a few rings before they’re asked to leave a message.

You have friends to make plans with, of course you do, but the majority are spread country-wide now, have been for years since you finished college, so it’s not going to be strange if you haven’t replied to anyone for over 24 hours… No boyfriend to fret over your whereabouts either, your last relationship too long ago for any hurt feelings to remain.

And it’s definitely for the best that you don’t have any parents who will worry when you don’t check in.

Your mind drifts back to Leon. How long could this thing last? Say when they clear you – you can’t bear to think of the alternative of being accused of a BOW crime, you’d never see the light of day again, your name buried in a file never to be released - how long will it take to work out if your life is or remains in danger, and would he stay with you the entire time? Surely he has his own life to get on with, other responsibilities to the DSO than just a babysitter, probably got a partner at home too, though there was no ring that you saw. Probably wouldn’t wear one as an agent though, gives away too much about a personal life.

Besides, there were so many people in your office, would they really know if one person made it out alive? It’s not like you had seen anything of real value, or knew anything about the assailants, besides that they were murderous creatures… or so you thought. You deal with a lot of cases, is it possible that one of them traced the operation back and sought revenge?

If the painkillers hadn’t been wearing off, aches awakening in various parts of your body, you might’ve started pacing around the room for something else to do. This place could do with a bookshelf, you reason, or maybe people aren’t here long enough to read books? There was a pile of books on your night-stand, all in hopes of being read, which just reminds you that Hunnigan said they were going to send people to search your apartment. What for – a to-do list stuck to the fridge with a magnet with a singular bullet point of ‘betray US Government’?

She said there’d been a data breach too, so did someone let loose those things as a deadly distraction to get what they came for? And surely there was a back-up in a cloud or something. You hadn’t been privy to that side of the operation and if you’d started asking questions at any point, it would’ve looked suspicious.

No, you were just a good little intelligence agent, you clocked in and out on time, dutifully noting down observations, connecting the dots all day long, just wanted to make the world a little safer for everyone, but failed miserably at doing so for the people in your office.

And those things…

Are they what you’ve been working against all this time?

You shudder as you swear you can feel the way the its wet tongue wrapped around your arm, warm saliva against the prickly goosebumps on your skin in a firm grip, its teeth, the lack of eyes, how its body looked almost inside out, muscles and sinew…

You increase the volume on the television, praying the noise cancels out your thoughts and that Leon comes back inside soon.

Leon finishes his perimeter check once again in an even 25, satisfied there’s been no unwanted guests since his last round and confirming what he’d seen via the camera feeds. It’s coming up to 1700 now - he’ll need to make some sort of dinner for you to take your meds with, so realistically his 2000 self-imposed deadline for submitting his report to Hunnigan is not happening. He can throw them together pretty quickly– experienced agent that he is – but he knows his limits. Doesn’t exactly want to rush this, especially when he hopes it’s going to clear your name. He takes out his phone and types out a text.

Need to revise my report ETA. Midnight do?

He expects Hunnigan’s caller ID to flash up as soon as she’ll have read his text, but there’s nothing. Huh – must be wrapped up in something else. He repeats his whole garage routine, eyeing up the duffel bag he’d dumped on top of the dryer when he’d came out and sighs.

He's been in safe houses before - wasn't lying about that - just not with such pleasant company, nor anyone who really deserved it so far. His track run has always been Umbrella scientists who have suddenly developed a conscience, pleading for protection and a lenient jail sentence in return for information on the corporation, or other people involved in the production of BOWs. He's certainly not made the likes of them oatmeal in the morning, drizzled a smiley face in honey – what was he thinking, again? - lunch and dinner, washed and dried dishes, helped them changed, tucked them up in bed. Hell, one guy he’d made sleep on the floor cos he was such a jerk. They’d been sent to a studio apartment of all things and Leon had happily set himself up in the bed, dumping his duffel bag of weapons across the bedspread and sat there cleaning them all methodically, checking cartridges and glaring at the man he deemed a worthless piece of shit who was sat on the two-seater sofa, sweating buckets.

He picks up the duffel bag and moves to unlock the door. Once he's submitted the report and Hunnigan's searched your place, then he'll be able to drop a couple of the rules and…

And what, Kennedy? He scolds himself. Wishes he’d crossed paths with you at DSO HQ before on a day he was feeling confident enough to shoot his shot with a drinks and dinner invitation. Hunnigan’s right from this morning – he’s grown sweet on you particularly fast, but that’s something he’s managed to retain from his younger years, too easily a lovesick puppy for any woman who will entertain it, even after everything with Ada. But it’s a little different with you, just the way he recognizes that look in your eyes, the very one of guilt, disbelief and horror that he had when he looked in the mirror after getting out of Raccoon City and every mission since.

He finally heads back inside, locking the door back up securely again. You don’t look to have moved from your position on the sofa, still looking at the television but the volume’s increased - he’s sure if he were to ask about what was happening you wouldn’t have a clue. It’s only the day after, you’ll still be trying to process everything, all whilst being locked up in a safe house with a near enough stranger and away from all your home comforts.

He places down the duffel bag carefully in its usual position before slowing walking over, making sure his steps are a little heavier than usual, aware that you might be too wrapped up in your own thoughts to have heard him re-enter and he really doesn’t wanna make you jump, very aware of how on edge you’re still going to be.

Once he’s sure he’s in your peripheral vision, he waves – smooth, Kennedy – know he’s got a goofy-looking smile on his face as he drops his arm back to his side. “Er… I’m back.”

“Hi,” you can’t help but smile back at his awkward little half-wave. “Everything okay out there?”

“Yeah – all clear, as expected. You hungry? Thought I could whip up some dinner to go alongside your next dose of painkillers.”

“I think I could manage something.” Your appetite is still shy – managed half a sandwich at lunch and that was sitting a little heavy in your stomach, but you know that Leon’s not going to let you take medication again without some sort of food.

“Okay, lemme see what we’ve got.” He claps his hands together, heading back towards the kitchen. You wince a little as you turn in place to watch him rummage through the cupboards, trying to assemble a meal from what the DSO had packed up. About a moment or two later, he pops his head up above the counter. “How about pasta? I think I can put together a somewhat decent tomato sauce for it.”

“Pasta sounds good.” You get to your feet as he ducks his head back down, continues his rummage in the cupboards before placing various items out as he works it all out in his head. “I know I’m one-handed, but… can I do anything?”

He stands up then with a bag of pasta in hand, ready to protest when he takes another good look at you, standing awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen area, sees the tinge of frustration across your face about everything clear as day, obviously sick of the television for now and he can’t blame you - there’s nothing else to do here but sleep, eat and watch that.

“Yeah, actually,” he sweeps his hair out of his face and places down the pasta on the counter. “I think I can find something.”

20 minutes later, you’re stood at the hob, stirring Leon’s off-the-cuff tomato sauce – a can of chopped tomatoes, some peppers and herbs - to stop it from sticking to the bottom of the pot as the pasta bubbles away in another, all whilst he grates some cheese on the counter behind you. It’s the easiest job by far, you’re having to stir it oh so gently, lacking the other hand to hold the pot handle steady and you know it would probably be fine left alone to simmer, but it’s nice to feel like you’re contributing a little at last.

“How we doing over here?” Leon stands behind you, looks over your shoulder at his culinary creations.

“Okay, I think. It smells good.”

“Ah, trying to flatter the chef.” His watch beeps – a timer he’d set for the pasta. “Excuse me.”

You think he’s going to step forward to turn off the hob so you step back at the same time that he places a hand on your waist, thinking you were about to move off to the side. You bump into his chest – a reminder of how solid it had been when you’d taken that involuntarily nap on him earlier and Leon swallows down a nervous chuckle as your backside nestles for a moment against his crotch.

“Sorry, Dove, I-“

“Oh, sorry-“

The two of you apologise over each other, awkwardly, and you finally step to the side, Leon dropping his hand to swiftly turn the heat off the hob for both of the pots. “I… I think I’m good here – do you want to handle drinks?”

“Yeah, sure.” You duck your head down, swearing your face is now as red as the pasta sauce, and retrieve the glasses from the coffee table from earlier, refilling them with water from the kitchen tap and returning them back one by one, as Leon sets about draining the pasta and then combining the two.

You don’t sit yet and hang back, watching him dish up between two bowls before he slides on towards the end of the counter, followed by the plate of grated cheese. “Wanna do your own cheese too?”

“Yeah - thanks.” You walk forward and grab some of the cheese to sprinkle over the pasta. It feels nice to have some autonomy again, to be contributing in any sort of way and you think maybe, just maybe, you could get used to this awkwardness of the situation, even if it’s just through dinner…

Leon crouches down to open a cupboard and you hear him fiddle with the metal lockbox being unlocked as he retrieves your medication.

..maybe not.

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

Comments, follows, likes and reblogs make my day! Part six.

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loser-writings · 1 year ago

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Frieza SFW Alphabet

Notes: First post in 3 years lets go! Decided to go to my roots and hit the old SFW ABC prompt I used years ago

Synopsis: SFW Alphabet Prompt list with my take on Lord Frieza

Word count: ~2900

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Frieza is not one for affection, and you would be a fool if you had expected anything more than that honestly. Despite this, He has his moments that surprise you. His main form of affection is subtle and easily missed, especially if you let your fear and intimidation blind you.

He calls for you to join him. When he is alone and finds it too boring, or if his temper had seemingly flared just moments before, he will call for you. Most should be afraid if this is the case, but not for you, because at this point he just wants your presence to calm him or to just have a chat with. This is his form of affection and although it isn't much, it leaves him satisfied.

The more rare forms of affection appear when hes annoyed with you. If you fail a mission or fuck up, he would shoo the other staff away and claim he would be "Dealing with you" without watchers. Though you are not immune from the harsh words of the reptilian man, he is just as quick to slide something that sounds almost like a backhanded compliment. One moment he's scolding you because a mission went awry, but the next he says that he sent you on it because he expected more from you and to not let his minions drag you to their level.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This is a slippery slope for most people, and you would likely have to remain on your toes just like every other crewmate. If you seemed to climb up the ranks or proved yourself useful, you might gain his attention. He might interact with you a little to see if you squirm under his gaze, or watch you if a fight breaks out among crewmates just to see how you handle yourself. If all goes right, then you might get the chance to be a little closer to the man.

If that chance happens, You would be one of the few to see just how paranoid that man is. Yes, he is a man who is unbelievably powerful with a strength only few could rival, and yet you would see where his true danger comes from. A paranoia that runs so deep that he is on edge all of the time despite attempting to keep a calm front. Though you'll never be able to mention that to him unless you wanted to be killed where you stood.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It's an interesting predicament because Frieza cannot stand physical touch. He cringes, snarls at the thought, and just despises it. On the flip side, He enjoys any warmth that he can find because of his reptilian nature.

The only way he would cuddle up to you is if you were extremely warm, nobody was at risk of finding him in such a position, and he was a bit more drained than usual. He would have to initiate the touch, only being drawn in because of your heat, and he might curl up to take a nap. Any little sound would wake him though, and there is a mild risk he attacks you out of impulse but hey. For the moment it's nice.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

No. He will not stop until he is as powerful as he can possibly be. He will not cook because he views it as peasant work, and he would only clean if he is distracting himself by doing other things. He is not a domestic man.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Death probably. If you broke his trust or if he decided you were no longer useful to him, he would just get rid of you and end your life. That way he never has to worry about you betraying him or helping an enemy. It's the safest as well as an easy option in his mind.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Frieza is not one to look towards marriage as a sign of love or affection. If you wanted to be married just because, he would deny it. The only way you could possibly marry Frieza is if it was in the form of a business deal. A way to benefit him through giving him something through your hand in marriage.

His father on the other hand would be thrilled to hear that he would be married, but that is truly about it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

If you break the mold and actually gain Friezas trust, you would actually be able to see that he can be gentle. The man is elegant and holds himself to a high standard. There is a beauty in knowing that your touch can demolish worlds, and yet his touch can be surprisingly delicate when he is calm.

Now when he is upset? His grip can break bones and he will tug you around if you aren't listening. His words can be cold and even cruel. He is not gentle when it comes to his speech as he has no reason to sugar coat anything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesn't like hugs, but it's a similar deal with cuddling as well. He hates them and will not admit to liking them, until his face is buried in your body somewhere and hes clinging to you cause you're warm. The idea of being touched so casually makes his skin crawl but at the same time…he really likes the warmth.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He likely wouldn't ever say it. The concept of love is something he has always been disgusting to him and has always been viewed by him as a useless weak spot. With that being said, the most I think he would say verbally is "I am fond of you" which is as close to love as that man will have.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Frieza is a possessive man who doesn't like when other people play or try to toy with things he deems as his. Because of this, he is prone to being extremely jealous. He initially takes it out on you, accusing you of being unfaithful or being promiscuous but after some time of you proving your loyalty to him, he would instead turn this attention to others and take his wrath out on them.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Friezas kisses come extremely few and far between. As a man who hates physical affection, the only time you'd find him kissing you is when his heat is right on the cusp of starting. During that time, he is more likely to engage in physical touch and affections to help relieve himself during that time. Typically he would end up smashing his lips against yours before whimpering against you all while his hands grip your armor tight. The kisses almost always start harsh and a bit sloppy only to melt into something a bit more gentle and needy.

Outside of those desire filled kisses, the only other time he would let you kiss him is when hes half asleep or cuddled up to you. If you're quick enough, you could plant a little peck to his lips and he wouldn't complain.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn't do well with children. They don't listen, They destroy things, and they cry a lot. To him, Children are weak little annoying fleshbags of life that serve no purpose other than to annoy him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

On the rare mornings where you wake up alongside him, you'll find him curled up on your chest since he craves your body heat. You'll have a hard time leaving since the reptilian man would grumble a demand that you stay for a moment since your warmth made him comfortable. After a bit of time, Frieza would wake up on his own and sit up, clearly not amused by having to be awake. That is how you discover that Frieza is not a morning person.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Frieza typically are calm. He may call you to his chambers to discuss the day with you or talk about what the next day may hold, but after a while there is a chance that he would tell you to lock the door and stay for the night since he feels calmer in your presence. He might have tea made for you both so you can just relax and unwind. Rarely, itll result in Frieza cuddling into your body for warmth and falling asleep, but most nights you would both bid farewell once tea is done to rest on your own.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Frieza is a man who only lets people know what they need to about himself. He lets his reputation do the majority of the speaking for him so when it comes to genuine discoveries about him, he is slow and cautious. It would take lots of time and trust for him to reveal how he truly feels about certain things or to know him past the surface level.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The man has some patience but it can be run thin quickly. He hates waiting for things when he wants it, and will make demands or be prone to having one of his meltdowns where people or things can be destroyed. Though his mood heavily determines this.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Surprisingly, Frieza remembers a lot. The man listens to everything intently and would remember the little things, though he would brush it off by saying it's because he hates when people repeat themselves since it wastes his time. But the man would listen and be aware of what you said at all times.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Though Frieza would never admit it out loud, I do think he would enjoy the very rare moments where he is cuddled into your arms just enjoying your warmth as he takes a nap. It's an oddly peaceful moment for him where he feels protected and doesn't have to be paranoid that somebody is trying to overthrow him or trying to kill him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would protect you in ways that would be subtle. He would break up fights if you were involved and were being ganged up on, he would punish those who try to slander you, and he would go out of his way to ensure your safety on his ship. That being said, he also will not interfere if it becomes too commonplace or if its a minor skirmish.

As for larger battles, he would protect you if he didn't feel threatened personally. He would have to view you as an asset at this point and losing you to some goons would set him back. In the end though, he values his own life above all else so don't rely on him to sacrifice himself for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates are something that he would not admit would happen, but there would be little moments where he would request your presence. He might pull you aside to share a meal as you both discuss things happening on the ship, or the next planet up for trade. He may request you join him as he goes to explore a new island because he trusts that you can hold your own alongside him if anything goes wrong, or that you would protect him if he doesn't want to get his hands dirty. They wouldn't exactly be high effort, but the fact he requested for you would be a lot for Frieza.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He is very paranoid and can be accusatory. If he notices the smallest thing is off, he will get paranoid. At first, his questions seem like they're coming from a place of curiosity as he calmly asks you why something has happened, or about the new rumor he heard on the ship. If he thinks that you are lying or are hiding something, You can prepare for him to attempt to intimidate you, but after a while of knowing him though, you realize he is doing this as a way to protect himself.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is EXTREMELY vain. He takes extreme care of himself and values his appearance greatly, especially in his final "true" form since it is something few have seen. He goes out of his way to ensure that he looks both intimidating as well as beautiful.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Frieza has seen so many come and go in his life so I don't believe he would feel incomplete if you were gone or had died, but I do think every now and then he would think of you and sigh a little since you did make his life a little easier when you were there. It would be small and a rare thing to have happen, but he would miss you for a moment before going back to whatever he was doing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Frieza suffers from PTSD because of the Legend of the Super Saiyan becoming true in front of him, which he knew deep down meant his inevitable downfall. This lessens as time goes on, but after his death at the hands of Goku, he could be triggered and have a PTSD episode. This usually leaves him shaking, wide eyed, and struggling to remain composed. he would be more prone to attacking impulsively in an attempt to just destroy whatever is threatening him at that moment.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't handle secrets well as he is too paranoid for his own good. If he believes you are being secretive or sly, he might approach it one of two ways. He will rather approach you and be upfront, asking you if you are hiding anything and if there is a reason why your behavior has been off, which is his way of giving you the opportunity to be truthful with him if you are misbehaving. Or, he will send spies to subtly watch and report back to him after your every move which may eventually lead to an explosive downfall on your end.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Frieza sleeps on his stomach. His tail might sway a little in his sleep or wrap around something, but he always has to rest on his stomach. He also tends to find really warm areas to sleep in, so don't expect to be in long clothes anytime soon if you are resting with him.

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kissagii · 2 years ago

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Yo! I have a doozy of a request >:)

Okay mha, aizawa, with an adult son/daughter (idk the gender neutral term. Child?? I think it's child?) Who is a hero overseas and one day DIES.

Aizawa hears it some how, goes into grieving, and then...

Reader just shows up... in his house... raiding his fridge (but make it funny)

It turns out reader had to fake their death to go undercover to kick some villans butt and they needed to lay low for a while so they came back home.

Comfort angst-turned Crack!

got it! i loved this concept, it's so amazing <3 <3 <3

i don't think i went crazy enough with the comedy because for some reason i felt like a more wholesome route would work better

safe and sound

aizawa x child!reader ; wc. 0.9k

cw: cursing, reader is presumed dead, it's a lil graphic, not proofread

There were times when Aizawa Shota regretted becoming a father. This was one of them. He knew that his profession put his child in danger of losing a parent at any moment, but he promised himself every day that he would return home safely for their sake. It was what kept him going. But what he had never expected was that he would be the one to lose someone so dear to his heart in a hero mission.

Aizawa was in the middle of a nap when Kaminari shouted the news. “OH MY GOD, THE X-TEAM VANISHED!”

Aizawa knew that team all too well: it was your team.

“Give me that,” He muttered, taking Kaminari’s phone from his hand and skimming through the article.

X-Team… heroes sent abroad… villain ambush… notorious killers… location unknown… heroes vanished… presumed dead. He reread those last few words. “All heroes presumed dead.” It couldn’t be - it just couldn’t. You had to be alive… you had to.

In that moment, as he sobbed on the floor of his classroom, Aizawa Shota wished he had never encouraged you to be a hero, never let you join the agency known for taking on the most brutal internatonal missions, never taken in a child with such immense potential only for that potential to be cut short in such a terrible accident.

Weeks of searching were to no avail. Try as they might, international heroes could find nothing regarding the X-Team’s location, not a piece of clothing, or a message, or a villain that might spill. Until they found the bodies. Three of them, young adults, disfigured beyond identifiability. But one of them lined up with you - same height, build, gender, age… and clearly the victim of the villains you were chasing. For all Aizawa knew, it was you.

Aizawa Shota is a tired man. He always has been. But weeks of sleepless nights, long days of worrying, and the nightmares… it took a toll on him. He was barely functioning as a teacher and as a hero. Only pure exhaustion would make him sleep, and what little rest he got would never last. So it was no surprise when he, having not slept in days, hallucinated a person in his house.

Illuminated only by the light of the fridge (which, he noticed, had been largely emptied of its contents), the imaginary person turned to him and waved, mouth full of food.

“‘Ello!” They said, grinning. Aizawa knew that voice. That was your voice.

“Oh god… I’m losing it,” He muttered to himself, “I’m fucking hallucinating.”

“But you’re not though? Waittt are there two of me? Or a shadow demon in the corner? HI SHADOW DEMON!!”

Perhaps it really was you - his child, the little creature he raised from nothing, his reason for living and the most amazing person in his life.

“Ah, shit, you probably think I’m dead, don’t you? Long story short it was a whole scheme, our cover got blown so we had to hide for a while, the villains wanted to make it look like they killed us, we got in undercover with some reinforcements and they took forever to get to us, then all of a sudden we get out of our hidey hole and everyone thinks we’re dead? I dunno, it was pretty wild though. Sorry for spookin’ you… but we got the job done so it’s fine, right?”

Your father collapsed into your arms. Your very solid, very real, very alive arms. For weeks it had seemed hopeless, like he’d truly lost you. But all that time… all that time you were working diligently, making the best of your situation, the dedicated child he loved so much. Home at last, safe.

“Dad? Daaaaad. There’s really no need to cry, I’m fine! Yeah it was messy, but hey, it all turned out fine! It always does, doesn’t it?” Though you complained, you missed your father. Two months away from home, one of which was spent cut off from most of the world, took a toll on you too.

“Kiddo… you can’t just scare me like that,” Whatever strength he had left was put entirely into the rib-cracking embrace he gave you, tears soaking into your shirt, “I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you.”

“Hey dad, do you remember what you told me when I was little?” He nodded. “How I wasn’t allowed to worry about you when you went on missions because you’d always find a way back to me? Well, now that I’ve gone pro, I think it’s time that bargain went both ways. Because our silly little family - Auntie Kamaya, Uncle Yamada, those other kids you adopted from UA, you, and me - we’ll stick together.”

Aizawa let go of you, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders and looking into your eyes, “Yeah… I’ll try not to worry. Now I’m going to sleep… and you’d better have the fridge reorganized by the time I wake up.”

“Reorganized, restocked, and breakfast on the table. For all the stress I caused you,” You promised as he trudged to his room. Now, there was only one issue between you and seet, sweet sleep - how the hell were you going to get groceries to make breakfast if the whole country thought you were dead???

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fawnsflowerbed · 7 months ago

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His One Weakness || Part 2

Find part one here!

You’ve been beside Leon for as long as you could remember, but you both quietly yearn for more. Until a trip to Spain turns your world upside down and forces feelings out.

Warnings/content: RE4R Leon, fem reader, 2nd person (you/yours), violence and slight gore (obviously), swearing (also obviously), angsty yearning, two idiots in love.

Word count: 4,400 est.

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What you really wouldn’t give to be back at the shooting range right now.

After an overall disastrous fight against a crowd of ganados to get a bridge down - obviously including some lovely ladies with chainsaws - and a near impossible fight against two El Gigantes, you felt just about ready to fall on your ass and take a five hour long nap. Strenuous labour was always expected in this line of work. Taking down monsters four times the size of you? A bit of a surprise.

It was worth it in the end, though. Hand heavy with the dynamite you’d swiped during your dangerous journey deeper into the mineshaft. Knife blade dull from being boosted up by Leon to stab at the parasites poking out of the giants. Door swinging open thanks to Luis on the other side. It all still hurt like a bitch though, especially after getting backhanded into a wall by one of the giants. And climbing stairs with an injury like that? An absolute nightmare. Sure listening to a brief history on the religion suffocating the small town helped ease the pain, but what you wouldn’t give to slow down for a second.

The job description couldn’t have been further from the truth; get in, rescue the President’s daughter, get out. You should have read the fine print, squinted between the lines to decipher each lie. Should’ve known it wouldn’t have been easy, not in this field of work.

“I think my spine’s about to collapse in on itself.” You puffed out, wheezing, fighting with your oesophagus to take in any type of air no matter how smoggy. Arms leaned against the safety rails of the platform. The top of the staircase was as good a spot as ever to stop, it seemed. It gave the three of you some time to get your heads on straight.

A leather clad hand in fingerless gloves passed you a vial of crushed herbs mixed with water.

Leon offered you a smile that was obviously masking his amusement. “Bottoms up.”

Taking the vial with a snort, all you could do was sigh. Time to take the usual steps. Give it a quick shake in hopes of making it taste just a little better. Unscrew the lid. Drink it down and hope the taste doesn’t have you gagging. No matter how many times you’d done it it still tasted just as horrible and went down just as hard. Yes, it was literally leaves and water. But what you wouldn’t give for even a drop of alcohol, maybe something sweet, to help soften the blow. A hoarse cough flew out of your throat while you punched at your chest to get the remaining herb down. Then you sighed again. “I hate my life.”

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it.”

“Will I though?”

“Probably not.” He gave you a soft punch to the shoulder as a sign of reassurance. Your usual action used to tell one another to keep your heads up. Starting at boot camp, continuing in times of peril. Times like this one.

The rest of the journey seemed to be fairly tame, walking up through another mineshaft tunnel dug out in the dirt and stone, supported up by shaky beams. More discarded crates, bags and barrels could be found, it was almost hard to not trip on them. Despite the town looking so small and vulnerable when you’d first arrived, it most definitely ran deeper than you expected it to. Yet again so did the mission. If you knew you’d soon end up in a castle you would have packed your finest ball gown (ha).

As you got to the end of the shaft and shuffled through the stone archway all three of you were hit with an overhead spotlight. It was shining down onto a rickety looking minecart rail. The whole interior was much bigger than you were expecting it to be, with reinforced roofs and walls, and carved out brick blockings that had been worn down from years of support. The place had clearly been used many times before. Skulls mounted on wooden posts like not-so-subtle warnings to outsiders, a tipped over minecart left to the dirt. A few buckets and wheelbarrows, and some obviously rushed fences tied together with coarse rope. You were surprised some of it was still standing. You felt like a mere speck in comparison to the size of the room’s interior.

The real star was that track though. Leading into a tight tunnel that would surely drive you to more fighting to get back to the surface. It was an easier option than walking, though, and it also seemed to be safer than any other way. From here you could see what looked like steel beams holding up the top of the shaft. This track was obviously used often, which meant it was reliable. What kind of idiot would refuse such an opportunity?

“You’re not suggesting we ride this thing?”

Leon. Of course Leon would refuse such an opportunity. Or at least try to, anyway. At first he was sceptical.

“Do you see any other way?” Luis asked. There was a clear mock curiosity in his tone; he knew this was the only real solution to getting out of here.

You, on the other hand, were already looking down at the cart mounted up onto the rails. Despite the rusted edges and one of the wheels being slightly out of line it seemed fairly safe. A quick nod of approval.

“It’ll hold us, we’ll just have to be careful on any turns.”

Luis clapped his hands together in celebration, just once. A small sign of a clear win. “Then let’s make haste! To Princess Dulcinea!”

Everyone else was in clear agreement, all that was left was Leon. He put his hands up for a quick moment of surrender. “Fine. Not like we have a choice. Let’s go.”

With one last final assessment of his resources - scanning over how many herb vials he had left along with his ammunition - Leon gave his sore shoulder a quick roll. His left one to be exact. The one he told you about, when he’d gotten shot back in Raccoon City for all of the wrong reasons. Every now and again you couldn’t help but notice how he gave his hand a quick shake, like the ends were starting to flare up again, fraying to an awful fuzz. It wouldn’t be surprising if he had nerve damage from the incident.

“Shoulder playing up?” Your voice had an edge of worry.

“Just a bit. I’ll be alright.”

Part of you believed that, the other part didn’t. Leon wasn’t one to openly talk about his pain, be that either mental or physical. He never had been. Shrugs of disinterest, half-smiles biting at his lips. He didn’t like showing it. Maybe someday he’d finally knock down some of those walls for you. Rebuild a few arches so you could walk right in, carve out the holes for windows so the select few could peek at his true self.

He was waiting for that day just as much as you were.

Hopping down onto the rickety track with a soft clunk, Luis was quick to hustle himself up and into the car. Just like you and Leon, he was ready to get out of here. Practically shaking with adrenaline. At this point you may as well have attached him to the back of the cart to shoot you down the mines like a rocket. He definitely had the energy for it.

Leon, however, was clearly teetering on that edge of indecisiveness still. Was this really the best he could do? No other way to get back to the surface?

No turning back now. Not from the way you were looking at him, anyway.

When would you learn to stop staring into his soul like that? Big round eyes boring through his skull so it might crush into pure ivory powder. The once mighty Leon S. Kennedy had fallen prey to his one weakness.

You.

“Will you be alright sitting in the back?”

You couldn’t help but soften out at his words. For someone who claimed to have changed so much he still had the time to ensure your safety and comfort no matter how harsh the scenario.

But where was the fun in that?

So in return you offered up a rather rough pat on the shoulder.

“If anything I’ll be thankful, less axe-wielding maniacs to stare at. That’s all you now, squire!” You grinned at him. Leon looked far from impressed, in fact on the very opposite end of that feeling.

“C’mon, not you too.”

“Has a nice ring to it, can’t help it.”

The blonde scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

Once you’d dumped your case of gear into the bottom of the cart and ensured Leon was fine having his ass planted on scratched leather, you were getting ready to leave.

“Give us a push, Sancho!”

“Who’re you calling ‘Sancho’?”

“Offer on Rocinante still stands.” You grinned, foot outstretched to hop off the wooden ledge.

“Ha. Hilarious.”

Finally you could make some ground, finally you could get one step closer to rescuing Ashley and going home. You could almost smell the overpriced aeroplane snacks from here, the plans for when you returned running rampant in your head.

You’d help clean Luis’ record and find him a good spot in a research team, somewhere safe on the sidelines. You could already see him getting along with the rest of the crowd thanks to his charisma and enthusiasm.

As for you and Leon, maybe one of you would finally grow a pair and ask the other out. Maybe lunch, maybe dinner, you’d even settle for a walk in the park at this point. You just wanted to be closer.

But just as you went to jump down onto the tracks and follow, something reached out and grabbed you. Harsh hands gripped your shoulders and dragged you backwards away from the tracks.

Not knowing how else to react you yelped out in surprise, foot kicking backwards to knock your attacker away. An instant struggle.

You never were one for environmental awareness.

Leon’s voice shouting your name broke through the mineshaft, drowned out by the frantic raving of the ganado you’d now shoved. He was already reaching for his pistol. Running up to disarm them would’ve been too risky with the cart already making a slow start. If he got too sloppy they’d all lose their chance. He just couldn’t risk it no matter how hard his head was yelling ‘help her’. He knew you knew that too.

Between the chaos none of you were aware that Leon’s leaning on the cart for support made it start moving. Slow at first, hardly a shove, but it’d managed to budge the wheels.

“¡Oye! Where do you think you’re going?” Luis yelled his question to you from within the minecart, tugging on Leon’s arm to signal they were approaching the beginning of the mineshaft.

“It’s fine! I’ll grab the derailed cart. We’ll meet up at the next stop!” With one swift kick your attacker was thrown backwards enough for you to get a grip on things. It was too dangerous to try and catch up now, and you didn’t trust running on the tracks this high up. You had to see your plan through.

“Stay safe!” Leon called out, watching you turn to offer him a half-smile.

“Aye aye, captain.”

Just as you sliced through the ganado’s jugular you could make out the faint sound of their conversation.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this..” That same tone of his. Begrudged, in awe of himself really. Maybe in true disbelief of doing this without you.

“Hey, we’re in a hurry, right? Sooner we’re there, sooner we see her. Oh, by the way…”

“What now?”

“Hope you like thrill rides!”

You couldn’t help but scoff to hold back a giggle at the sound of Leon yelling out in shock and surprise when the cart hit an obvious dip. Luis didn’t seem too phased by it - if anything you thought you could hear him laugh. Those two were an unusual pair.

Maybe staying back wasn’t so bad after all. This way you were less likely to experience blockages or unwanted attention on your journey to the next stop. True, that was a stretch (thanks to your awful luck) but there was no harm in having a little hope.

You’d spotted your derailed transportation when you’d first stepped onto the rickety wooden platform, sat just behind the shoddy fencing and left to rust. Now was its time to shine.

Pulling the tipped over cart upright was easier than expected, it’d looked heavier than it actually was. Fairly smaller, potentially faster compared to the larger one the boys had taken. It was probably a storage cart of some kind, one they’d hook onto the back of the main cars for things like coal. You’d fit though, and likely pick up some speed, meaning you’d reach Leon and Luis in no time.

Clunking harshly against the rails of the tracks, you lined up the shaky wheels just right. You knew your job was done when a few stray sparks flew from the steel. Finally things were going your way. With a quick swing of your arm, you let your attaché case sit at the bottom of the minecart, giving it a nudge to see if the wheels worked. Sure enough they squealed out in protest, but that didn’t stop them from moving along the rail by a few inches. Bingo. A harsh tug backwards had it stalling to a stop. Now you were getting somewhere. Retrieving your knife from the corpse back up on the platform had you feeling pretty confident in your chances.

Past tense was important in this situation. Things quickly went wrong. Something moved somewhere. You didn’t know where, couldn’t spot much change in where you stood. That definitely wasn’t a rat though.

All air was knocked from your body when a hard arm was thrusted against your gut, winding you. Pain shot through your whole body, eyes scrunching. With a groan you doubled over onto one knee to clutch at your stomach.

Someone was still here with you.

And they were laughing at you. Cackling.

“Well, if it isn’t the most promising newbie in my squad.”

That voice. That fucking voice mocking you like it had so many years ago. The one that belonged to heavy scars and the raining of bullets. Added insult to injury in your military training.

No. Surely not. It couldn’t be. They picked you up by the back of your shirt, twisting it to hold you like one would a wet cat.

“Never were one for environmental awareness, were you?”

A harsh toss sent you back to the solid rock of the platform, your clothes skidding roughly across the ground.

Your eyes were shot wide in disbelief, in fear.

The person that led you on endless missions through an overgrown environment, void of hope and packed with constant challenges. Who was with you when you’d barely survived once, fighting for your lives in the jungle.

“Major Krauser? What are you- But, how? Why?”

You’d wept over this man, you’d been told of his presumed death after the incident associated with Operation Javier. A crash, a slip up, something that went wrong. Something that led to a corpse they called his. They deemed it was him, dental records and all.

You were stupid enough to believe it.

“Oh y’know. Just thought I’d do a little pest control.”

But this man was so clearly alive and kicking, not a bead of sweat, not a shake of nerves in his body. All you could see was a knife in his hand, a large jagged scar down the left side of his face, and a pair of bloodshot eyes set on one thing.

“There’s been these three rats really getting on my fucking nerves.”

Killing you.

Rolling to your side gave you some time to get your footing, but it also gave you more room. This was definitely not the ideal place to be fighting for your life. Not against someone like your Major.

This felt wrong. He was dead, you’d attended the wake. The funeral too. All you knew was he’d died in some type of accident some time after, the details had never been explicitly given to you. Something the government refused to tell any of you, Leon included.

Spitting your blood into the dirt, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Not anything new. Your lips fell into a grimace. “I won’t fight you, Major. You know I won’t. This isn’t you and you know it.”

“That was always your biggest weakness, newbie. You’re vulnerable, you’re emotional. And it’s going to get you killed!”

Krauser made a quick dash towards you to throw you a forceful kick, giving you an opening to duck under his leg and slide across the waitpoint. Crouched down with a hand planted on the ground, you gritted your teeth. That’s what he hadn’t taken into consideration; you could match his pace if he got too cocky. But you’d been taught to do the exact opposite. His laugh was bitter when he skidded to a quick halt.

“Good. You haven’t lost your edge.”

“And you haven’t lost your dick attitude.”

He simply sneered at you. Snapped like a rabid dog. “C’mon, fight back! Give me some kind of struggle. Put your training to use and I might take pity on you.”

Fine. Not like you had a choice in this anyway. It was either that or have your shit rocked instantly without any fair chance.

Readying the knife from where you had it holstered, you tossed the handle over in your hand, trying to pump yourself up. You needed that extra adrenaline to flow through your veins and wash out any of the parasite at that moment. Maybe if you focused hard enough you could use some of the virus’ strength for your own advantage. Maybe. You took your stance, words spat from your mouth like a spray of venom.

“Fuck it.”

At least you’d die knowing you put up a fight, right?

Yeah. Die with some dignity. Good thinking.

You hadn’t been in a knife duel, not in a long time. You and Leon would spar sometimes to brush up on your skills, watching the quick flicking sparks when blades collided much like yours and Krauser’s currently. Sarcastic banter met with cocky comebacks. A fistbump afterwards.

Only now this was so very real. No hands meeting in truce, only the sharp ringing of your blades. You had to put up some sort of struggle now that you were forced into combat. You weren’t going down without a fight, no matter how ridiculous this felt.. Clearly that’s what your past Major was looking for.

“Ha, that’s more like it!”

A deadly silence fell between the both of you, no sound echoing out into the open air except steel on steel and your rushed breathing between each swing, block and jab. Every dodge you could anticipate, every time you stumbled leading to a harsh cut to the skin. Still you hissed out and kept going.

“Of all the fucking places to see you again. We thought you were dead! I mourned you!” With the way you screamed you were lucky if the rest of the mine didn’t hear it. Every ganado in earshot reaching for pitchforks and axes. But it was true. You’d sat beside Leon for hours as he processed his mentor’s death, not a single tear shed from you nor your partner. He just stared dead ahead, like the ghost of Krauser was standing in front of him and delivering some harsh lecture on how he had to keep moving. His voice was haunting the both of you, just in drastically different ways. Now that same cackling bastard was back from the dead like some off brand grim reaper.

Obviously you were doing better than you thought, because after a quick slash to the arm he was staggered. Your foot collided with his ribs to shove him further away, surprised to not yet hear a crunch or snap. Still nothing. Your boots were steel capped, it was hard not to break a bone. Fuck. He’d gotten stronger.

“And what a fool you were for that.” He spat back at you. With a quick roll of his neck he got right back into battle. It was like your hit didn’t even land.

“Oh get fucked.”

So it was true. Any humanity or honour he once felt had now been sucked from his skeleton, not a bone in his body could care less. Someone you once looked to for answers was now trying to kill you, someone you couldn’t think of hating no matter how hard you tried. He was your Major, he was your teacher, and despite how much of a prick he could be those words of snark and bite encouraged you to keep going.

The impact of his attacks had you staggering every few steps which gave him an opening to slash at your ankle. And it cut deep, deep enough to throw you off.

“Sloppy!” He snapped.

Blood was good. Blood meant your opponent had a weak point. Blood meant your opponent was mortal, was breathing, and would soon die. Blood meant victory.

Blood was bad. Blood meant your opponent had found a weak point. Blood meant your opponent was focused, was quick, and would soon kill you.

Blood meant defeat.

Now you couldn’t get a handle on him. Sure, if you got lucky you could overpower Leon a few times. While he was strong, you were fast. Lighter on your feet and harder to catch. If he was a condor then you were a saker falcon, a pair in a two-bird inseparable flock since you’d almost fallen flat on your face on training day. Despite joining later than him and a lot of the others, you tried your best to keep your footing, persevering through thick and thin, mud, rain, and snow. Leon admired it. You admired his grit. Maybe that was your weakness, how easily you found yourself thinking of your mission partner and how far he’d come ever since his stories of the Raccoon City disaster. Maybe your former mentor was right about you.

Krauser was an exception because he was everything both of you were and so much more. It was worse than that though. Whatever they’d pumped him full of made fighting back even harder. He’d fallen for their mutters of salvation and power, clearly working alongside the cultists plotting against the four of you - Luis, Ashley, Leon, and of course you.

Blood was seeping out into the fabric of your socks and streaming down into your shoe, a painful reminder of Krauser’s upper hand on you.

Every chime of blade rattled your brain into a different moment in your life. Collide. Posing for your FBC photo. Collide. Getting pushed face first into the mud. Collide. Holding back the urge to kiss Leon on the journey back home. Collide. Meeting up before getting deployed to Spain. Collide.

But your muscles were burning. Too used to the sloppy attacks of ganados or a quick parry before a roundhouse kick. Now you were up against someone with equal if not better combat skills.

And he used that to his advantage.

Then it was over just as soon as it had started, in the same way too. An overwhelming pain in your abdomen, his foot swinging right into your stomach with enough force to throw you to the ground with an unsettling crunch. It felt like your organs had been crushed. Knife tossed from your hand thanks to the impact. Your face collided with the coarse, splintering wood of the ground beneath you, blood seeping out into the boards as a permanent stain on the land. This marked where you’d been defeated. Where you’d died. Where you’d failed your mission. Most of all, where you’d lost your chance to so much as ask Leon to dinner.

You knew if Leon saw what had become of your Major he’d react much differently. Try to reason with him mid-fight, tell him he’s been brainwashed or controlled or some other hero complex bullshit that was admired no matter what.

You knew better.

You could see it in his eyes, the way he showed zero remorse for you. How he spat on the ground as he walked towards you with that look. The same look he gave you when he shoved you into the jungle floor. Trapped in a chilling jolt of deja vu that chose to bare its ugly head in the worst time possible. Wood now felt like coarse mud. Walls turned to pouring rain that drowned out every coherent thought. Limbs sore from fighting for your life replaced with pains from hours of training.

His most promising newbie because they always fought back, right until the end.

But it wasn’t a knife in his hand anymore. You couldn’t make out what it was through the heavy blur of tears in your eyes. It could’ve been anything - a gun, a grenade, a flashbang. Whatever it was, he was fast approaching you with it. Still trying and failing to recover from his kick at your gut, shaken limbs made an attempt to drag your body towards your discarded blade only to be shoved back down by Krauser’s arm pressing against your windpipe, kneeling next to your defeated, broken body. You felt like a worm, an insect about to be crushed under someone’s boot. You didn’t even have the energy to react to the pain, all you could do was struggle.

“Something tells me we’re gonna have a coward on our hands. If he wants to back down, maybe the rookie needs a little convincing. What do you think, newbie?”

You couldn’t think no matter how hard he pressed. Tired hands clawing at his torn skin. Keratin on flesh with no resistance to muscle. All that came to mind was fighting for your life and Leon’s voice calling your name from a mere few minutes ago. Now your own hoarse response was fighting to come out, a pathetic croak against the painful squeeze on your throat.

All rational thought was focused on the stinging pain in the side of your neck, a tight squeeze of pressure against the skin, and your vision slipping into complete darkness.

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sakuralovespossums · 9 months ago

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Yandere Dazai x Fem Reader

(Part 1)

Yandere Dazai x fem y/n story, where Dazai had kidnapped y/n and is determined to persuade her to commit double suicide with him on a specific date. So y/n has to try to avoid falling for his mind games, all the while trying to escape before the day of their planned double suicide arrives.

Warning: Romanticized talks of suicide

During your captivity, Dazai acts very patient and calm (pretty much like his everyday self) almost like he’s isn’t holding you hostage in his own apartment.

He studies your flaws, personality, fears, traumas, everything to figure out how he can best manipulate and break you.

Every day he’ll ask you if you’ve decided to commit double suicide with him in a casual tone or silly act. If you say no, he’ll shrug and ask again the next day. They still have plenty of time before the date of their double suicide, he’ll break you eventually.

There’s a high chance you will eventually break. This is Dazai we’re talking about out. He wasn’t known for being the Port Mafia’s best interrogator for nothing.

If you still haven’t broken by the due date, he’ll be surprised (and maybe a bit impressed) by your mental durability. So he’ll just use more aggressive manipulation tactics.

He’ll take away more of your freedoms (books, drawing, tv, etc) to make you feel more isolated. He’ll also focus on finding what it is that keeps your sanity intact and break it.

During the time of your captivity, he’ll be trying to get to know you more and always ask questions about what your life was like, any loved ones, interests, etc.

Not just so that he can manipulate you, but also because he genuinely wants to get to know you more and form a real bond. You’re gonna be his suicide partner, after all!

You probably won’t get to know much about him though since he’s already pretty secretive of his past life. But he’ll tell you things like his favorite foods, books, his associates at the ADA and how much he likes to bother them.

I imagine a lot of moments between you two being shared in peaceful silence. Like, you guys eating dinner in quiet, cuddling on the couch together while watching TV, reading, or napping.

Dazai loves those moments, while you’re playing along as you think of a way to escape. He knows this though but doesn’t say or do anything about it since he knows you’ll eventually give in and learn to love it as he does. If not, well………like I said earlier, he still has time to work on that.

He’s a very affectionate and cuddly person. Always has you wrapped in his arms whenever you cuddle, sleep, or when you’re doing chores.

It scares you the way he easily sneaks up on you from behind and wraps his arms around you as you cook your breakfast. He nuzzles against your neck before asking why you left the bed (putting on a fake pout). You simply play along into your strange “loving couple” facade and say that you were just craving French toast. He kisses your shoulder and asks for some himself.

“Well, I would make some for you. But someone ate all the bread!”

“But belladonna!! It was just too delicious that I couldn’t help myself!”

“……………maybe I can…….go out and buy some—”

“No”

The finality in his voice as he whispered into your ear felt like a knife slicing into your heart.

What terrified you the most about your captor wasn’t his final plan with you (as concerning as that sounds) but rather the fact that you could sense an underlying darkness to him that kept you on edge.

Beneath his smiles, goofy acts, loving acts, and comforting demeanor was a dangerous being who you had no idea if you could manage to outsmart or avoid not being killed/injured by.

“What if we made French toast our final meal together!!”

“I won’t do it, Dazai. Not matter what you say or do, I won’t let you drag me with you to death.”

“………………my love, who said I would drag you with me? When we both leave this life, I’ll make sure we do it willingly together.”

That might have been the most horrifying sentence you’ve ever heard.

#bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #yandere #dazai osamu #fem reader #dazai x fem reader #my first post

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detectivebambam · 6 months ago

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hi!! i have a writing prompt for you pretty please with a cherry on top: andreil, airport rainy day with a delayed flight and cuddling. i just love airports

i loved this prompt so it is the first one I finished. hopefully this satisfies your needs:

The flight to California was supposed to leave at six in the morning, but weather had delayed it until further notice. Andrew was already on edge from waking up so early, and the fact that they were going to California just made him cranky. Neil took his phone and changed all of Andrew's nap alarms to an hour early so he could adjust.

"You okay?" He asked.

Andrew just grunted in response.

"I have juice in my bag if you want."

Andrew shook his head and went back to picking at his nails.

If Andrew was going to be this grumpy the whole time, no one was going to get through the day unscathed.

"Take a nap, then," he suggested, "I brought your blanket."

Andrew looked over at Nicky, then back at Neil.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Andrew. If you think I'm gonna let anyone get near you, you're fucking crazy."

"Don't care."

He busied himself with his nails again, then got bored and went to search for food. He didn't ask Neil to join him, but he went anyway.

After a couple minutes, Neil found a perfect solution.

"That place has cocoa," he pointed. "Do you want some?"

Andrew started walking towards the store in lieu of an answer.

"Read," he demanded.

Neil cocked his head in question.

"My contacts broke."

"I have your glasses with me-"

"Read."

Neil rolled his eyes and began listing menu items he thought Andrew would like. He didn't even bother with the list of Matcha Teas, though he made a mental note to get one for himself.

They arrived back at their gate with a peppermint hot chocolate and a peach matcha. Hopefully the warmth of the drink along with the sound of the rain could lure Andrew to sleep; at least that was the plan.

It was a good plan, too. After half an hour, Andrew was fighting to keep his eyes open. Neil clicked his tongue and ran his hands through Andrew's hair. He had to be methodical about putting him to sleep. One wrong move and he'd be in danger of getting bit, and probably be subject to the silent treatment.

Luckily, his plan had worked out okay. Andrew tucked his feet up underneath him and laid his head on Neil's lap. Of course there were plenty of old hags in the seats nearby that felt the need to glare at the PDA. Thankfully, Neil's scars proved useful for some things. He glared right back and could've sworn he saw one of them crossing herself. With his barely healed Glasgow scars and broken hands he supposed he did look like the Devil. It didn't matter anymore. He was content with whatever would keep them away from Andrew.

He carefully reached down to grab Andrew's blanket. It was yellow and lightweight, with a sunflower pattern. Bee had got it for him after Aaron's trial. A peace offering before the difficult weeks to come.

Neil threw it over him and by the grace of God, didn't get a glare in return. He went back to sipping his tea and reading the synopsis of the book he'd secretly bought for Andrew. It was a young adult, about a boy trying to prove himself to his father with the help of his ghost friend. Maybe at the hotel, Andrew could read it to him. Neil much preferred it that way; Andrew doing the hard part so Neil didn't have to watch the letters jump around the page, taunting him. Laying his head on his chest to feel the hum of Andrew's soft voice. It had become a nice way for them both to unwind after long games. A tradition of sorts.

Neil looked down at Andrew once more. His blanket had slipped slightly down his shoulder, so Neil blew on his face to let him know he was there and pulled the blanket up under his chin.

Andrew made a small hum of appreciation and went back to sleep again.

#andrew is chronically sleepy #we know this #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #bam bam's writing prompts #betsy dobson

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battlemaiden13 · 5 months ago

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I'm you're OK with it, how would the yandere boys react if they discovered the sweet SO they are obsessed with is actually morally grey and is completely OK with killing and maiming as long as she deems it justified. Like she doesn't ask Red or Blue to stop spree killings, only that they tries to target pedos and maybe even offer to help them in the torture?

13: I love Berry in this answer? It may be my favorite and I may be a bit obsessed with the idea so Berry’s yandere form may have just evolved.

WARNING: Yandere, Blood, gore, toxic Relations

Sans - Well he’s never killed anyone so although sweet the gesture means nothing. He does show you how much fun the two of you could have systematically destroying these types of people’s lives though. It sort of becomes a hobby for the two of you to bond over in a fucked up kind of way.

Papyrus -He’s sure he has no idea what you're talking about. Those people are just taking a very long nap. He’s not one for killing much anyway. Usually people don’t see through him even if he says some concerning things and he’d only kill if absolutely necessary so from his point of view he’s already doing what you ask.

Red - It’s a bit difficult for him. Killing’s the only thing that he gets a rush from until you come along. Having to plan out who to kill and think about it just seems like a lot of work. He’ll do it begrudgingly but he probably slips up quite a few times.

Edge - He doesn’t like the whole blood and gore thing either. That’s why he uses poisons and he doesn’t often actually kill anyone. You have to do something very irritating or dangerous to his way of life for him to off you. He usually is just cleaning up his brother's messes. As such your request is sweet but unnecessary as he will continue to do what he likes if he means you and his brother are safe.

Blue - Good for you but he has no idea how this affects him. If anything though he starts exposing you to more goring things in an attempt to get a rise out of you or to see if you are lying. When he finds out you're telling the truth and none of this phases you he becomes so chill and just like regular Blue. you think something is off but yandere Blue is just happy to be accepted.

Orange - That’s great but he’s going to keep doing what he wants. It’s not like you’ll ever see him kill anyway. He is very good at hiding his yandere side. In fact the only reason you mention it to him is because you were talking about someone else in the house. He does think it’s good to know you are more open about these sorts of things though and he will be using that to his advantage.

Berry -He takes this as a challenge. He never really thought much of killing but now you’ve insulted him by implying its a waste to just kill anyone. He starts putting real effort into killing and you may have just created a serial killer who is trying to impress you.

Syrup -Of course he agrees. It actually calms him down a lot after he promises to only go after people like this. It’s a lot of work to hide dead bodies anyway so he ends up just not killing. Not that he did a whole lot of that before anyway but he does it significantly less now simply because it was you who asked.

#Undertale #undertale Imagines #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #underfell #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #yandere #yandere skeletons #toxic relationships

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year ago

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Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

This is a rough translation.

Blank, ageless, and suspicious blogs will be blocked.

The next day, after the minor incident in town, I found Drake leisurely lying on the bench in the garden's gazebo.

Mitsuki: "Drake, is it okay for you to nap here? Isn't it almost time for work?"

Drake: "Hmm?"

He let out a tired voice as he removed the hat resting on his face.

(Hehe, he looks so sleepy.)

Draco: "Work! Work!"

Drake: "Is it that time already? *yawn*"

Hastily urged by Draco, who flew from somewhere, he stretched his hand towards me while yawning.

Drake: "Mitsuki, help me up."

Mitsuki: "Fine."

I held out my hands to help him, but instead, I ended up falling on top of him.

Mitsuki: "Kyaa!?"

Drake: "Haha, you're such a clumsy little fawn."

Mitsuki: "I can't possibly compete with your strength."

(This position is embarrassing!)

I hurriedly moved away, and Drake also sat up on his own.

(He always does things like this unexpectedly.)

I desperately calmed my pounding heart after our playful interaction and suddenly noticed that he was staring at me.

Mitsuki: "Drake, is something wrong?"

Drake: "No, it's just that living on land like this feels kinda weird."

Thinking that he might be complaining, I asked.

Mitsuki: "Are you still not used to the mansion?"

Drake: "No, it’s not that. It's just that I've spent most of my life on the sea, getting into brawls, fighting to survive, and all that."

Drake: "But here, I have a home, a proper job, and someone to see me off and welcome me back."

Drake: "It's so peaceful that it's almost dull."

(Drake?)

He let out a wry smile, perhaps feeling the gap between the past and the present.

Draco: "Time! Late!"

Drake: "Alright, alright. I'll be off then, little fawn."

Mitsuki: "Okay. Take care!"

I watched as he adjusted his hat and walked away, carrying Draco on his shoulder.

Later, while doing chores in the kitchen, I remembered his words.

(He was just like Napoleon and Jean in his first life.)

(This might probably be the first time he's experienced a life without battles.)

I hadn't asked him in detail about his past, but occasionally, I could sense a chilling indifference in his voice, gaze, and gestures.

It was likely a facet of his character shaped by his previous life, but...

(He was known as a demon by his enemies back then.)

Though he still seemed uncertain about his current life, I hoped his life would be calm and fulfilling, like a calm sea.

(But he didn't wish to be resurrected himself, so he might not know what would fulfill him.)

(Come to think of it, before...)

------------Flashback------------

Drake: "But if I had to forcibly say something I left unfinished, it would be to set sail and reach the ends of the sea, even if destruction awaits me."

Dazai: "A poetic and romantic dream for someone like you. Not fearing danger is what one would expect from a captain who has circumnavigated the world."

Drake: "Right?"

---------Flashback Ends---------

When Isaac asked him if there was anything unfinished from his previous life, Drake gave that answer.

(Reaching the ends of the sea?)

(Maybe it was something he was willing to risk everything for.)

This seemingly unfinished dream suggested that his heart was still drawn to the sea.

(Paris does have rivers, but there's no sea here.)

As I absentmindedly organized the empty wine bottles, I suddenly remembered something.

(That's right!)

Mitsuki: "Sebastian, may I have one small empty bottle, please?"

Sebastian: "Sure, but what are you going to use it for?"

Mitsuki: "Fufu, I'm thinking of making a sea."

I returned Sebastian's puzzled look with a smile, thinking of Drake.

(I wonder how Drake would react. I hope he would be even slightly happy.)

My heart leaped with excitement at the secret joy I had discovered.

After finishing my work at the mansion, I came alone to the Seine River for my meetup with Karen.

(I might have arrived a bit early. Karen doesn't seem to be here yet.)

While searching for her, I remembered our conversation from the other day.

------------Flashback------------

Drake: "Mitsuki, I might be meddling, but I don't think that kid will come."

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Drake said that, but...)

I couldn't tell if that girl was lying or not.

(A promise is a promise. All I can do is believe and wait.)

And so, I raised my head and waited for her to come.

However, even after the promised time had passed, she didn't show up.

The sun began to set, and the clear blue sky turned into twilight.

(Karen isn't coming.)

(I wonder if something happened on her way here. Maybe her mother's health worsened.)

I worried about various possibilities, but ultimately, I didn't know the reason.

(If nothing happened, that would be the best, but...)

I don't think that kid will come.

Drake's words kept replaying in my head.

If he was right and she had no intention of keeping the promise from the start, then...

(That's a little sad.)

I wasn't fixated on getting the money back. I was just a little down that she broke her promise.

I leaned against a street lamp and crouched down. Then, suddenly, my surroundings were covered in darkness.

Drake: "See, I told you. You believed and ended up losing."

I looked up, and there he was, shrugging his shoulders in exasperation.

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

Drake: "How about I sweep away that gloomy feeling of yours, little fawn?"

He extended his hand to me.

Drake: "Care to join me on a boat date, Mademoiselle?"

Mitsuki: "Wow!"

I couldn't help but squeal as I boarded the boat.

The stars twinkled like silver in the sky, and the reflected city lights shimmered on the river.

The boat moved through this scene as if it were a ship crossing the sea of the night sky.

Mitsuki: "The Seine River during the day was fun, but at night, it's magical and lovely."

Drake: "I'm glad you're enjoying it. Oh, but don't expect too much from my tourguiding skills, okay?"

Mitsuki: "In the first place, is it really okay for a boatman to be a tour guide?"

We exchanged smiles, and my mood had lightened without me even realizing it.

Mitsuki: "Drake, thank you for being considerate."

Mitsuki: "But you know, I don't really feel like I lost anything today. I chose to believe in Karen."

I said this, and he gazed at me intently.

Drake: "Looks like you always draw the short end of the stick, little fawn."

Mitsuki: "Huh? I don't think so."

Mitsuki: "The plan may have changed, but I'm having fun on this unexpected date."

Mitsuki: "And I only said date because you mentioned it first!"

Drake: "Haha, it doesn't matter. Just think of it as a date."

My heart skipped a beat as Drake gently narrowed his eyes. But suddenly, his smile disappeared from his face.

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki. That girl broke her promise to you, didn't she?"

Drake: "Then why aren't you even a little angry about being betrayed?"

Mitsuki: "Calling it a betrayal is an exaggeration."

I responded to Drake with a smile mixed into my words.

Mitsuki: "Karen mentioned that her mother was ill. Maybe something happened, and that's why she couldn't make it. Jumping to conclusions without knowing the reason is just unfair."

Drake: "What if everything was a lie, and she'd planned to betray you from the start?"

(..........)

His voice and gaze were serious, causing me to catch my breath.

As the silence enveloped us, the night breeze rustled our hair.

Mitsuki: "E-Even if it turns out everything was a lie, I still want to believe."

Drake: "You really feel that?"

I turned my gaze towards the water's surface, watching the flickering lights that swayed with the waves, and spoke again.

Mitsuki: “Even if she intended to betray me, even if she had bad intentions, that’s something she thought about and chose to do.”

Mitsuki: “I also chose to think and believe on my own, so I’ll stick to my decision.”

There might be times when I get hurt by being betrayed, but I don’t want to blame others based solely on my emotions without knowing what happened.

Mitsuki: “I believe because I want to believe. I made that decision myself, so even if I get betrayed, it’s fine.”

Drake: “...........”

Mitsuki: “That’s why I won’t get angry with Karen. It does make me a little sad, though.”

Speaking my feelings aloud made me feel a bit better. However, when I turned my gaze towards him, he had a cold look in his eyes.

Drake: “You really can smile and say you don’t mind being betrayed, huh?”

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dollygirl808 · 11 months ago

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Spoiled Rotten! Ch. 2 (Zombie Yandere

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Half! Zombie/Zombie Hybrid Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character (Freya)

The emergency alarm system that was dotted around the safezone was what woke her up, the sound of chaos and pandemonium going on around her outside.

Freya panicked, adrenaline borderline slapping her in the face and waking her up in seconds, the covers were thrown off her and she raced to pull on her much more protective jeans. After getting dressed, she rushed to Jake's room to wake him up up, not sure how the man hadn't already woken up, when she saw that it was empty.

Moving to the front door, she saw his panic bag was gone and even though he had abandoned her without so much as attempting to wake her up, at least he had the decency to lock the door on his way out so no one could get in. At least, not without alerting her.

Huffing, feeling rather annoyed at the whole thing, she went back to the bedroom to gather her things at a much more leisurely pace. No reason to rush out the door now with mass panic, It'd only be out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.

So, she collected everything that was useful that she could carry and packed it up, taking her time and being thorough. Sat on her bed behind a locked door, she started whistling periodically, and waited.

Ghost would be along soon enough, he was never far away, and appeared at her side much quicker when she was in danger.

Even though she really shouldn't have, she couldn't help but take a little nap to wait for him. How long could he really take, anyways? She'd probably be woken up in the next ten minutes by the sound of him banging on the front door downstairs and whistling back urgently. So, she closed her eyes and let herself drift of just for a few moments.

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Instead of Ghost's gentle whistling and nudging her, she woke up to the sight of a large gun in her face, making her panic (again) and pull out the knife she kept under her pillow and point it at them, eyes wide with fear.

"Woah there lass," The man said in a strange accent she didn't recognize, holding up a placating hand and lowering his gun.

The other three men in the room still had their guns trained on her, though. "You're- military?" She questioned, brown eyes flicking between the three men in the bedroom clad in dark clothing and bulletproof vests.

"What's left of it. I'm Captain John Price," The mustached man said, stepping forward with his hand out and his gun lowered.

Freya took a calming breath and tucked her knife into her back pocket, then shook his hand, "Freya. What time is it?"

"About 4 am, probably," The first man shrugged, blue eyes glancing out at the sky through the window.

"Shit," She let out a quiet curse, and rushed to the window, throwing it open and letting out a low, slightly panicked whistle into the night air. A few zombies on the street below groaned and tilted their heads up at her, but couldn't pose a threat from a story below them even if they wanted to.

After waiting a few seconds without any response, she let out a breath. "Ok, good. He's not close by yet. Must really be chaos down there if he's still so far away," She huffed out, relaxing her shoulders.

"Who?" The dark-skinned man asked curiously.

"Uh- my friend," She hesitated, not sure if she should really trust these men, but then again she didn't have much of a choice at the moment, "He's a hybrid. Like, half zombie? And I'm his person. He'd really freak if he came in here and saw you guys pointing guns at me. You shouldn't threaten me in front of him if you want to live- I'd probably be a better idea if I greeted him first, he takes my safety very seriously and we just had a little.. incident with that."

"Sorry, wait, his person?" The Captain asked, "What do you mean?"

Freya blinked at him, "You know, like the thing that's keeping him human. I'm that thing."

"Hybrids can attatch to people? I thought they couldn't?" The accented man asked, one hand on his hip as he lowered his gun to the floor.

She just shrugged, unsure. "He also used to be military, before this I think," unconsciously, her fingers touched the dog tags under her shirt, "He doesn't like to talk about it much. But you guys might get along? Just don't stand to close to me if you want to live."

John's face hardened into a frown, "I'd be best if you'd stop threatening us, love," He told her like a father scolding his kid.

"I'm not threatening you, I'm just telling you how it is, you guys seem ok, so I'm trying to help you-" The sound of a whistle cut through the air and cut her off, sharp and loud, coming from the front door.

"That's him," She perked up instantly, moving to exit the bedroom, "Er.. you guys should stay here... Please?" She tacked on that last ask as they gave her strange looks, but ignored it as she turned her back and hopped down the stairs, whistling back to him low and fast, reassuring that she was ok.

"Si-!" She unlocked the door, glancing behind him at a few zombies who shrunk away from his aggressive growls with low whines, "Hey."

He grunted in response, closing and locking the door behind him after stepping in, pulling her into a hug. "Spoiled fuckin' brat," He huffed out, words teasing although filled with relief.

"What'dya call out for me for? Get scared of the dark?" He asked as he pulled away, looking down at her.

"No, Si, there's some guys here. They said they're military, and I got a little spooked when I woke up to some random guys face and not your mask. They're cool, I think." She told him quickly, eyes glancing up at the sounds of the old floorboards creaking at the same time his did.

Of course, Ghost had smelled the three men long before he had seen them, knew they were there before he even stepped into the house, but as long as she was safe he didn't care.

But now, things were different.

"Lt?!" The first man called out, wide smile on his face, "Cap'n! It's Ghost!"

John was the second one to come out of the bedroom, face full of hard skepticism, the kind you gain after spending years as a captain in the military, and then spending years in the apocalypse, but the expression melted away into one of soft disbelief, eyebrows raising, small smile on his face as he took in the familiar mask.

The dark-skinned man followed after his Captain, a gun slung around his back as his hazel eyes flicked back and forth between his old teammate and the new girl. "Bloodly hell," He huffed out, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Knew ya still had ta be kickin' around somwhere, Lt!" The first man laughed, hopping down the stairs two at a time to greet his lieutenant.

"Easy, Johnny," Ghost warned him, wrapping his arms protectively around Freya.

"Aw c'mon! I 'avent seen ya in two years an' I can't get a hug?" Johnny asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs and walked closer.

Only when the man let out a possessive, nearly feral snarl in his direction did the man stop, pausing mid-step to look at the two, Freya giving him an apologetic smile, and Ghost wrapped around her, pulling her into his body, teeth barred behind his mask. He did trust his former Sargent, he did. But he was close, too close to what was his.

"Easy Mactavish," John repeated the man's words from earlier as he made his way down the stairs next, setting a hand on the Sargent's shoulder. "You've read about hybrids before, met a few. Ya'know how they are. Give him some time to relax and trust us again. It has been two years after all." He told them all.

Johnny nodded, understanding, gave him a low, "Yes sir," in response, but she could see how much it hurt to be regarded as a threat by Simon.

Freya felt bad for them all, and although she knew it wasn't actually her fault, she couldn't help but feel like a direct cause of the tension in the air.

So, she broke away from his hold when he loosened it, and slipped between the two surprised men as she made her way to the living room.

"Come on, don't you guys wanna talk?" She called over her shoulder, positioning herself in a nice safe corner, easily defensible, but with an easy escape route back to the front door if needed.

Simon chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to be infront of her, but still kept her in his eyesight, a position where he could interact with his team without feeling threatened by their proximity to his person.

The other men followed, mixture of surprise and impressed by just how well she knew their lieutenant. Once deemed safe, Johnny gave the taller man a wide boyish grin and pulled him into a hug, rocking them back and forth like a long-lost lover before being pushed off with low snicker and an eye roll.

Gaz greeted him next, a firm handshake and a pat on the back, telling him it was nice to see him again.

Both Simon and the Captain were not one for showy pleasantries, so the John just gave him a firm couple of pats on his shoulder with a few words, "Good to have you back Ghost."

"Good to be back Captain," He nodded, which prompted Johnny to ask how it had all happened, how he ended up bitten, why he left.

It happened two years ago, obviously. They were on their way back from a failed rescue mission of civilians when a zombie reached out and bit his ankle. He hadn't worn his boots that day, so it had bit right through his cargo pants and infected him. He shot it, and went with them back to base, only making up an excuse just before they crossed the gate that he forgot something, and leaving on foot to make sure he didn't put his team in danger.

After four days of being holed up in an abandoned house, he didn't turn. It was only then that he realized he wasn't human anymore. He was something more now, or perhaps something less. He spent a week at base with them, but he was withdrawn, unsure of his ability to accidentally infect his team, or how long he'd be able to control his urges. He grew hungry, and angry, and it became harder and harder to control himself.

After an incident where he nearly killed a fellow soldier, Simon left. He couldn't stick around knowing he might put the lives of his team mates at risk, so he left. It only took him a few days to stumble apon Freya, and ended up saving her from some men who were attempting to rape her. He killed them, and ate them.

All three grimaced at hearing that. They knew hybrids had to eat, but hearing it directly from Ghost that he ate a human was a hard thing to hear. Freya rubbed his back comfortingly, and joked that they hadn't even gone to the part where he stalked her for a month before she confronted him.

Gaz asked him what happened that made her 'your person', and he shrugged, doing his best to explain the surge of protectiveness he suddenly felt, the urge to be around her constantly, the jealous and possessive feelings he gets when others get too close.

His brain needed something to latch onto, someone he could protect to justify the monster that he was. A reason to kill other people. What better than a young girl in trouble?

His instincts told him to protect her, from any potential threat.

"Don't let her appearance fool you, she's a right spoiled brat," Ghost told them, chuckling when she slapped his back.

"And who's fault is that Si?" She sassed, looking up at him with her hand on her hip, "It's not like I've been out here spoiling myself for the past two years."

"Aye, lass' got a fair point, Lt," Johnny grinned, and Ghost glared at him.

Suddenly, the sound of someone frantically knocking on the front door stopped them all in their tracks, all heads turning to look at the front door, the doorhandle being jiggled.

Ghost inhaled sharply, body tense as he caught a familiar scent. Immediately, Freya noticed the change, something she had seen plenty of times before. Something predatory, something possessive, something deadly.

His feet are moving before she can even reach a hand out to stop him, and she can just barely hear the low growl in his chest as he stalked towards the door.

"Freya, thank god-!" Jake breathed out, relieved as he stumbled through the door after Ghost had yanked it open, only to look up in fear, down the barrel of a gun.

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