#if nothing else i promise to make it as good as i possibly can 🫡

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ough ….. finally finally made it through the fourth part and now . it’s at. 12k. i fear it might actually end up reaching 30k at this rate guys… save me…….

…. forced myself to power through the third merguru part and now the fic is sitting at 8k ish ………

[dreamyautumns]

Hi hello hi hi im starved of Azul g/t content,,,so how about a tiny yuu accidentally being shrunk so they go to Azul for help?? I don't have too many ideas, so I don't mind whatever you do lol

I GOT YOU ANON🫡

Also I apologize for how late this is! I’ve been a bit busy as of late😓

Requested by Anon! I’ll be writing about Giant!Azul and Tiny!Reader so here I go!

Octavinelle was quite dark at this hour. The Monstro Lounge was closed, the students were asleep, and the water behind the glass walls splashed gently. You poked your head out from behind a large potted plant and quietly made your way to the VIP office.

Great… good going, Grim. I’m shrunken down to 2 inches, and the only help I can get is from Azul right now!

You sneak over to Azul’s office and look up at the gigantic door. You then see the little crack beneath it and try to squeeze your way through.

Once you pop out on the other side, you look up at the towering furniture before you. Everything was huge; you were like a little insect compared to the rest of the office.

Your train of thought is interrupted when something catches your attention. The tapping of someone’s foot against the ground makes you jump a bit each time their foot hits it. You turn towards the desk near the back and see a very large figure sitting at it.

“Today’s sales were adequate… couldn’t hurt to make a bit more, though…”

Azul, you thought to yourself. He was the only one you could turn to for a fast and easy solution. Shady as his deals were, it was better than being trapped on the floor with all the dust bunnies.

You approach the desk and look up. Azul towers over you like… well, a giant. What other way was there to describe it? You gently tap his shoe to get his attention.

“Azul!!”

Azul freezes, then looks down. His eyes suddenly widen upon seeing your minuscule figure. You bashfully wave up at him.

“Y/N… is that you…?” Azul asks, bewildered. You nod your head.

“I-it is! Sorry if it’s… so awkward.”

Azul pulls out the desk and bends down, extending a gloved hand towards you. He gently pinches you around the waist and lifts you up. You cling to his index finger, fearful that he will drop you. He takes note of this and smirks slightly.

“My, you seem to have gotten yourself into quite the predicament. Might I inquire what happened?”

You shrug awkwardly. “It’s… a long story.”

~

After filling him in, Azul nods thoughtfully and sets you down. He then taps his fingers against the table, each tap sending a little jolt through you.

“You wish for me to help you… perhaps we can make a deal then.”

Here it comes; the deal. You gulped nervously and looked up.

“I’ll make you big again for a very small price to pay. I simply would like to ask-“

“No. Spying,” you clarified. Azul glares at you, and you instantly silence yourself.

“As I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted,” he clarifies, “I wished to ask if it was possible for you to spend some time with me soon.”

“Like a date?” you questioned rather bluntly. Azul turns away.

“No! Not a date! You… are very intriguing to me. So I wish to get to know you more. I think it would be fun to spend some time together.”

Spend time with him? Was that it? That was rather easy.

“You SURE there’s nothing else to it?” you ask.

“No… spend time with me tomorrow, and you’ll stay normal sized for good. Deal?”

You look down at the golden contract atop the table. “…deal.”

Azul extends his pinkie, and you shake it gently. You then dip your finger in ink and sign the scroll. The merman takes it in his hand and smiles. “Pleasure doing business with you, Y/N! Though I must say, you’re rather cute all the way down there.”

Azul rubs your head with his finger. You look up at him expectantly.

“When will I return to normal?”

“Tomorrow morning. I promise.”

[depressopax]

Please, headcanons of Mike with a (gender neutral) partner who is super loving and gentle with him. Like, they run him baths when he had a rough day at work, clean him up and kiss his bruises. They rub his back and shoulders or anything that's sore, make him special lunches and dinners. Just someone who loves him dearly and wants him to know they love him. Please and thank you! <3

Thank you for the request!! I got you, anon 🫡❤ (This idea is so cute AHHHH) Sorry for the long wait on this one! I struggled with writing this, idk why lol 😭 Anywayssss, enjoy and have a good day! <3

Mike returning home from work after a rough day - Headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Pairing: Mike Ehrmantraut x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort Warning(s): Mentions of blood, scars and traumas. Reader is gender neutral and referred to as partner. Words: 800 Summary: Being Mike's loving partner English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link soon!

Being with Mike means always worrying for him when he’s at work.

Especially when he’s gone for days, in places with little to no wifi, or when he simply can’t reach out to you.

He tells you “not to worry” which is easier said than done.

One night, he comes home to you waiting outside his house. You’d been waiting for him all evening, since you had a bad gut feeling about this particular mission.

You’re relieve you listened to your intuition, when you see him limping up to the door

Knowing somethings wrong, you’re quickly by his side to support him.

You’re used to him having a dangerous job, and he’s used to you being his worried partner.

At first he would refuse to tell you about work and be scared to admit when something happened - not wanting to upset you.

But of course it wasn’t easy to hide the truth from you.

You’re the first person he talks to when something happens

Probably the only one too.

But you appreciate it, and try to be there for him 

Providing him with love and comfort after rough days

“What the hell happened?” You asked him that night, when he came home all bruised up and exhausted. Stubborn as he is, he just replied with: “Nothing happened” A crystal clear lie, you can see the bruises on his face

You help him take the jacket off, seeing the wounds covering his body. 

This time he doesn’t protest. He likes it when you look after him, after all. 

“I’ll ask you again… What the hell happened, Mike?” He doesn’t really have any other choice but telling you the truth.

It’s not the first time he ends up wounded because of work, and not the last time, either. 

Luckily, he has you.

Before you met, he had to deal with all his pain and troubles alone, whether he wanted to or not. 

He really had no one to tell - He didn’t wanna worry his family, and didn’t trust anyone else

You’re the one he goes too. 

Not only because you’ve made him promise to do so, but because he trusts you, too. 

He’s too paranoid to go to the doctors, luckily you are used to dealing with his wounds and does so well

Homeboy trusts you wholeheartedly <3

Mike playfully calling you his “nurse” because of the amount of times you need to help him lmao

Apart from patching him up, you like making him feel safe and relaxed.

He does the same for you, of course 

The two of you just spoiling each other in all ways possible

At nights when he comes home from work, Mike and you end up in the couch, cuddling and watching some movies

If he’s tense, you have him rant about work, or whatever it is bothering him, while massaging his shoulders and/or back

He never asks for massages but loves them, but only if it’s you

Doesn’t matter if you’re bad at them, he just enjoys feeling your healing touch on his tense muscles

You have lot of inside jokes with him about people at work that annoys him - the list is long lol *cough* Walter *cough*

Mike has lot of scars - on his body and in his mind

His time as a cop, and as Gus' most trusted enforcer has left its marks.

He hates people looking at his scars, and avoids questions about it by hiding them.

You are one of the few that gets to see them, and that doesn’t judge him nor ask him uncomfortable questions about them.

But since he trusts you, he tells you about each scar he has and how he got them.

He’s not ashamed of them, just hates what they represent and reminds him off.

But you make sure to reassure him that you love him, listening to his stories, stroking your hands over each scar carefully and telling him he’s beautiful - and he LOVES it

Back to the night he comes home wounded - he tells you what happened whilst you clean his wounds, Mike grunting from the pain of the fresh bruises getting washed. 

You run him a bath to calm him down, making sure to show him you’re right there and not going anywhere.

He feels less tense after a while, thanks to your healing touch (he likes to call it that, since you always make him feel better)

You fix something to eat for the two of you, crashing next to him on the couch.

After a while, he falls asleep during the movie you’re watching, and you soon join him - being worried makes a person tired after all.

Mike wakes up hours later, feeling your warmth against him.

He’ll just look at and appreciate you, feeling lucky to have someone like you by his side. <3