#madness combat fanatic x reader

[idyat]

Apologies for the large spaces, I was too lazy to remove them

Fanatics x reader

Down In The Dark Caves

Summary: When you got lost in the Nexus City sewers, you weren't expecting to find a bunch of new little friends.

WARNINGS: Madness: Project Nexus spoilers

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What a mess...what a mess you've gotten in...But honestly these sewers are built like an Ikea, can anyone really blame you for getting lost? Well, at least you have a gun and knife, so you'll be able to somewhat defend yourself if a mutated rat or whatever tries to jump you all of a sudden.

Searching for a semblance of what could be a path out, you analyse the area around you. You're in some sort of underground complex. It stinks. It's dark. Chunks of rock are often falling from higher up, and yet some people still find the courage...creativity...insanity? To live in this place. Well, according to what you've heard and to the corpses you've found on your way to search for an exit.

You expected more noises from this place to be honest. But right now it was just...quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were your own footsteps, it's almost creepy. At least you could be sharp on any incoming threat easily.

Yep...anything that would try to attack you...

...would get...

...

"...Weelcomee...intrude-"

BANG!

"EEK!"

You had quickly turned around and whipped out your gun at the strange duck mask wearing individual.

BANG BANG!

"H-HEY! CEASE THAT!"

BANG BANG BANG!

"I TOLD YOU TO-"

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You look down at your gun. No more ammo.

You looked up to the fanatic and had a quick staring context for a few seconds before you started to pull out your knife.

"Ah! Wait, wait! Stop! Have patience, I mean no harm!"

You stopped moving, still with your knife in hand and a fighting stance, glaring at the guy you just tried to kill and tilting your head quizzically at their claim.

"I-Indeed! Observe, I transport absolutely zero weapons on me!"

They open their arms wide to show you that they, in fact, have no weapons on them, which makes you losen up just a slight bit.

"...Besides, if I had wanted to attack you, wouldn't I have done it WITHOUT making my presence known...?"

...

"Alright, I give."

You put the knife back in your pocket, to which the stranger immediately sighs in relief and leans against a nearby wall to recover their breath and calm their heartbeat.

You're still extremely wary though, this random ass duck mask wearing guy just snuck up on you for a reason you haven't identified yet, and you know these kinds of people are just like everything in Nevada: violent dangerous assholes.

It takes a few moments of you staring at the masked fellow, analyzing their every movement and hovering your hand over your knife before you finally speak again.

"...Why did you "make your presence known" anyway?"

They silently turn their head towards you. It's hard to tell what their face is doing because of that mask. Hey, at least you've got the body language. And they still seem just as on edge as you. Maybe a little bit more, considering they almost just died.

"...So?"

"Um...."

You tilt your head to the side and raise a brow. Which is probably putting even more pressure on the strange stranger.

"I... uh..."

"Did you not have a reason?"

"Sure! You can tell yourself that!"

...Kind of a suspicious way to approve your theory...

"Okay."

Eh, you're not really in the mood to asks questions so you'll just roll with it.

You still keep an eye on the other as you look around, taking a few steps to check for any paths or perhaps a map.

...A map. Seriously? You're going to ask for a map in this place?

...

You slightly turn your head back to the masked fellow still taking deep breaths. They're probably one of the inhabitants of the cave.

You...would you? Would you dare? After trying to kill them?

"...Hey."

They raises their mask up frop the ground to you, tilting it.

Welp, you're a terrible person for this.

"Uh...sorry for the question...right after...tryingtokillyou but, do you by any chance know where the exit of this place is?"

You don't know what you were expecting, but it definimtely wasn't for the stranger to stare at you for a few seconds before completely changing their demeanor, going from limp and out of breath to very energetic and excentric in the matter of a second.

"You ask for an exit to our sanctuary? An escape??"

"Uh...yeah?" You take a step back at their suddenly booming voice and movements.

"Why, you humorous individual! I know no exit, for I NEED no exit!"

"...Excuse me what?"

They turn their back to you and raise their hands in the air.

"Few of us have retained the pathway back to the outdside world, for we have opened our eyes to the reality of this universe! Our happiness is here! The only ones who have kept it in mind are our highest prophets and our all buoyant lea-"

They suddenly stop, frozen in their precious position. Before they slouch down sadly, both their hands and their head now facing the ground.

"Uh...Are you okay?" Both your voice and your movements are slow as you reach a hand to their slumping back, not actually intending on touching it.

"Oh...our leader...our poor, poor leader..."

You are kinda shocked by how sad their voice sounds all of a sudden. Seems like they really cared about whoever their leader was.

"What...did something...happen to them?"

"Indeed..." They brought their hand up to their mask in a useless tear wiping motion. "He was crushed...murdered so suddenly by a higher mass we could never have possibly seen..."

"Was he crushed by the rocks?"

"No!" They turned and agrily pointed their finger at you. "He knew this entire sanctuary like the back of his buoyant mind! He would not have fallen to such an ordinary hazard!"

"Oh shit. Uh, sorry."

They cross their arms and face their body away from you, seemingly still annoyed, before their body language loosens up a bit and their tone goes back to melancholy, silence setting.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"So...I guess I'll just...seek myself out then...is that okay with you...?"

They turn their head to look at you.

"..."

"I'll...take that as a yes."

You slowly start to back away, before turning around and leaving this section of the cave, not minding the creepy stare. You just want to get out of here.

As you walk through the base, it's quiet. Too quiet. You start to hear a sounds behind you. You twist around, knife at the ready, but every time you think you're about to get attacked again you see nothing. Either you're going insane or something' following you.

...It's getting closer. You can tell.

...

...Fuck it.

"Hey! Whoever's here, show yourself!"

You whip around, yelling into the darkness.

"What the fuck do you want?! I'm just trying to get out of here!"

You haven't hear anything after you started speaking up.

"Do you want food or something?! Here! Take it!"

You impulsively throw the cereal bar you've been saving for yourself in case of strandings like this. You have to admit, it probably wasn't a good idea to throw away your only source of food, but your mind was too busy worrying about whatever cave stalker you had on your ass right now.

But as you glared at the tunnel before you, you start to see a figure step out of the shadows. You instinctively place your hand on your knife, ready to fight back in case it tries to attack you first, until you see a familiar mask reach down to the cereal bar.

"You!" You point at the fanatic, who jumps at your sudden shout.

"Eep!"

"Why are you following me?!" You take a step towards them, and they take a step back.

"Uh- I- Emh-"

They wave their hands in front of them as a sign of peace (one of them is holding the cereal bar) as you continue getting closer.

"This is the second time I've seen you sneak up on me!" Your voice and movements are a little more relaxed now since you've seen by now that they probably won't hurt you. In fact, they look quite scared.

"I apologize I apologize! I can explain everything I promise!"

You start to loosen up as you hear their claim.

"You better have a good explanation then. Because whatever you're doing is not inspiring any trust in anyone."

It's the fanatics turn to take a second breather, although they soon start to look more and more embarrassed as they realise they'll ACTUALLY have to explain themself.

"I....I..."

You're more patient with them this time surprisingly, letting them find the time to make up their words and muster their courage to barely whisper an answer to your question, not even able to look you in the face.

"I was...feeling lonely. And since a new face that wasn't trying to explode our sanctuary had arrived after so long...I..."

After taking a few seconds to process, you raise your eyebrows and widen your eyes, unintentionally loosening your grip on your weapon.

"Oh?"

The shameful fanatic try to shuffle farther from you, but that onky makes you come closer.

"That's it?"

There's a small pause before they slowly tilt their head towards you.

"...'That's it'?" They sound confused for some reason.

"I mean...yeah. It's not really that surprising to be lonely in Nevada..."

"...So you're not angered at me or about to attempt to murder me because of it?"

"Why would I be?"

When you clense their doubts, they seem to perk up, looking around with a clearly calmer head.

"So do you desire this back?" They hand the cereal bar towards you as you put your knife away.

"Huh? Oh, you can keep it. You looked hungry anyway, at least enough to pick it up in plain sight like that."

The fanatic raises their head up. Althought you can't see their eyes, you can tell they are probably wide as plates. But they didn't wait any longer to demolish that cereal bar, turning around so you don't see their maskless face before turning back and clasping their hands toghether, voice overwhelmed with joy.

"Thank you! I give you my deepest gratitudes you holy beast!"

"Ah, uh, it's nothing. No need to get so extreme about it..." You say, flinching a bit at how close they suddenly get.

"...Alrighty then! As you wish." They actually back away, hands behind their back.

"However, I still have a debt of at least one cereal bar towards you. Do not try to stop me, I'm not one to betray my oath."

As they finish talking, you nod, even smiling a little. They...actually seem like a pleasant fellow like that. How funny.

But a question still bugs you.

"Alright. Although if I may ask, are there not any other people like you in here? I've seen other seemingly inhabited places around, and you can't be the only member of your cult right?"

"Ah...right... Well, of course I'm not the only one here, we are quite numerous actually, however..."

A small shudder comes against them.

"On the night of our leader's death, us who were left surviving were scattered around quite a bit. At least in terms of morale. And it...simply is comforting in dark times, to gain a possible new acquaintance."

Oh. You feel bad for them honestly, whoever their cult leader was seemed really important to them.

"He was so great...he was our father..."0

You move your head back up to them when they speak in a saddened voice, closing their body language in on themself.

"Did you know he told us about his visions and prophecies every night before bedtime? (No you didn't...) The very last one he told us was about a new prophet who would descend down from another place..."

You're listen to their ramblings, attempting to nod in a comforting way.

"A beautiful one at that. He said fear would have been felt but all it'd take is one illumination to...*snif*...to guide us out of hell..."

"Wow. That's...pretty precise."

Shit. You're not sure if you should've talked at a moment like that.

"Very. It's only fitting that the one who began guiding us all to light has the brightest mind of all. He could even get as close as to say whoever they are would bring us nourishement."

They then start whispering to themself.

"A beautiful prophet...bringing us nourishement..."

You tilt your head to get a better look at the face they hid from you, before letting out a yelp when they suddenly move right in front of your face, analyzing it. How the hell did they move so fast?!

"WHAT THE F- What are you doing?"

They don't answer you, simply staring even harder.

"U-Uh, can I help you o-"

You're interrupted by a loud squeak coming from the fanatic.

"It's you! I have found you!"

"...Wha?"

They suddenly grab your shoulders and shake you around.

"Our prophet! It's you!"

"Augh- Wait what?!"

"A beautiful prophet! Beginning with fear! Who'd bring us nourishement! You've come down to us!"

You take one or two seconds to process what they just said as they keep rambling on, suddenly interrupting them when you realize what they mean.

"Waitwaitwait I'm not- I am NOT who you think I am! I'm just some randi who got stuck in the sew- wait did you call me beautiful?"

The fanatic finally get off you, but their gesture remains excited and inviting.

"Why don't be ridiculous now! You obviously are!"

You can't tell whether they're talking about you being a "prophet" or you being beautiful.

"No, I...I'm really not."

"Oh please! How about this then: have you been having 'strange' dreams coming to you lately? Or at all? Perhaps...dreaming of this very encounter?"

"Uh..." You raise an eyebrow at their weird question. You have had strange dreams that included sewers and weird cultists before, but you don't think they were as precise as to predict this very moment.

"I guess? But I don't think it's that uncommon with dissonance running everywhere arou-"

You don't have time to finish your sentence before they squeak again.

"Wait no-"

"I need to tell my comrades about this!"

"Didn't you say you were scrambled around or something?"

"Morally in majority! Besides, we know how to communicate, even in such complicated times!"

You raise an eyebrow as they turn around and pull out a funky looking walkie-talkie and whisper something into it.

"Ok?"

You're wondering whether you should say anything again, but after a few dozen seconds, your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of rumbling. Then by the feeling of rumbling.

"Huh? What is-"

The next thing to be interrupted is your question as dozens of the same mask wearing fanatics explode through the wall, running towards you like giant rats.

"HOLY SHIT!!"

You brace yourself, ready to either die or trip one of the swarming cultists to their possible death, but all of them stop right in front of you, bumping into you at most.

You slowly lower your arms when hearing whispers and the fanatic who called all of them here.

"My brothers! We have found a new savior! The one that was promised by our buoyant leader! The one who may guide us out of our psychological crat-"

"Hey hey hey! I think you got the wrong person my guy! I don't think I'm your savior or whatever!"

You try to make yourself seen and heard amongst the herd of whispers and giggles, but it seems that not anything you say could change the fanatics minds.

"Nonsense! You are obviously one of us!"

The fanatic who brought you into this whole mess then turned to the other and raised their arms.

"My brothers! Let them see our sacred, headquarters!"

You don't even have time to process those words before being picked up with a yelp by the cheering masses and transported to who knows where.

"Will you please listen?! I am not your prophet!"

"They are our prophet!!" The crowd of cultists chant as they run with your dismayed self over their heads.

It takes a few minutes during which you eventually accept your fate before you finally reach the so called "headquarters", and you are finally put down on a slightly elevated platform.

"...So...what am I supposed to do up here?"

You've had time to calm down and process things up a little on the way to this more open, less stinky chamber of the sewer, so you seem more aware of whatever's going on. The cult doesn't seem all that too dangerous anyways, especially with your newfound status among them.

"Oh! You may just enjoy and adjust to our brethren's lifestyle!"

Every fanatic seems to have brought or picked up a thing for you. Up on your """throne""", you can see all of them, clumping and looking at you with fascination. They seem way less numerous than what you originally felt like, maybe a little over 10 people. That's still quite a lot to have staring at and throwing offers to you.

"Uh..." Yeeaah, you're not really sure if you want to give everything up in a single day for cultists you don't even know.

"Can I...consider not taking the offer...? At least as an option...?"

The first fanatic you met climbs up on your level, albeit with a surprised voice.

"Wha- You do not desire to learn about our buoyant beliefs?"

"I...um...I guess, the problem's really just that I don't want to all of a sudden live wherever this is...at all."

The eyes of the masked people all around you seem to almost glow, and the offers of fresh rats, bird skulls, scented candles and old toys stop to let place for a small silence.

"...Oh well that's no bother! I had said "adjust to our lifestyle" earlier hadn't I? We'd all be delighted to help you get accustomed!"

"...Accustomed to wha-"

You cut yourself off to think about it.

Sure the place may look old and rundown, but it sure seemed to be safer than the overworld where everything wants to kill you. This area even has no rocks falling down, you just realised. And it's not like the people weren't nice, at least to you.

"...Can I go get my stuff from outside?"

"Of course! May a prophet knowing lf the path to the outside world lead our dear new savior to their personal promised land!" Woah, savior? That's a little strong of a word.

Someone raises their hand in the crowd, and walks up the hidden staircase of your platform to reveal a seemingly cleaner member of the cult, dressed in white and pink rather than the dark colors and green of the others.

They ask you to follow them and you do so, followed closely by all the other fanatics, whispering between eachother and you.

"What do you use to look so clean? Is it lotion?"

"Can we be friends?"

"Do you like Pokemon cards?"

"I have more rats!"

You can't help but giggle a bit at their antics, even starting a full-blown conversation with some of them.

But then, as you get closer to the exit according to the prophet, your attention is taken by a poke on your shoulder, turning around to see the first cultist you met, although this time they seemed more nervous than the others.

"Are you going to leave?"

The questions actually widen your eyes a bit. You take a few seconds to think before responding with your best attempt at a reassuring smile.

"I'll...uh...I'll be coming back soon. Promise."

They visibly perk up, walking faster out of joy.

"Wait! Can I come with you? At most to get a glance at the exterior of our home?"

This actually seems to shock the few others who heard your "friend", before most of them actually start to think about spending more time with you outside.

"Of course!"

They cheer under their breath, making you smile a little.

"Hey, what's your name by the way? It's gonna be a little hard to talk if we don't know how to adress eachother."

They raise their head back up to you as you tell them your own name, tilting it slightly.

"Well, before landing upon our buoyant group, the people I used to steal garbage from and eat called me Shithead!"

"Oh. Oh dear."

"Yeah! I even have some shotgun scars from them! I find it quite...how do thy say it nowadays...uh, cool. If you may!"

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

"Yes yes, I think it could be considered quite common in the outside world."

"Eh, I mean, yeah. I have a few scars myself. Can I make another name for you?"

"I don't know, can you? But yes, of course you may! If you are our new prophet then surely only good could come from this!"

"Alright let's see, uuh...Winston?"

"I love it! I am now Winston! God bless!"

You give them a thumbs up. You put absolutely no thought into that name whatsoever.

As you walk and talk, the prophet signals you that you have arrived at the exit, and the blood red and black sky almost looks blinding compared to the sewers.

"Do you require any assistance before heading back to your outside home?"

"No thank you, I know the way."

You can feel the dozens of stares on your back as you start walking away.

...

You turn back.

"...I'll be back right here soon!"

You point at the entrance grounds and the whole cult following you cheers as you smile and wave goodbye.

You re definitely seeing those guys later.

[clairdelunelove]

sole recognition

könig x reader

genre: fluff! (sticker drabble!)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, brief mentions of violence/blood, smug!könig

synopsis: the rumors that könig is a menace on the battlefield are all seemingly true but could the same be said behind closed doors?

a.n. luv reading all the reblogs! so I knew I had to write one about this man since the idea was so cute to me! I mayhaps over-indulged in aggressive and cocky könig in battle. I couldn't help it! (｡･･｡)

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currently thinking about the absolute mad lad that könig is on the battlefield but when he’s got you gently pressing stickers onto his makeshift sniper hood– it’s a completely different story.  

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an upcoming mission, without exception, has the ability of striking fear in even the most veteran of soldiers. the ones that have raged on in countless operations. whether that was being assigned to tasks such as bombing or reconnaissance; there was the potential for mistakes to happen. didn’t matter if it was a simple rescue operation. life on the front lines is ambiguous. the awareness of the unknown– the uncertainty– served to be the greatest fear factor for all. humans dread what they’re unfamiliar with. most sought comfort in recognizing their six is covered by their fellow squadmates. grasping onto the ideal that one’s miscommunication through coms isn’t entirely a single person’s fault. others take it upon themselves to be hyper-vigilant and prepared to avoid any misunderstandings. properly cleaning their weapons, packing extra rations, or ensuring the coast was clear before moving in the environment. prior planning to combat the uncharted. not könig, however. the man that conceals his identity with a sniper hood and layers of darkened clothing. a mystery, really. blends into the background when he’s not equipped with a weapon. the scariest part is that he’s unsuspecting. a mountain of a man that towers amongst the largest soldiers from the opposing side. resembling a jostling, clamorous silhouette that raced onto the battlefield before anyone else did. an enthusiast for violence. a fanatic for the chaos.

könig who isn’t typically found conversing with the others before a mission. jitters were pretty common prior to jumping off the aircraft and small talk was habitual to take the edge off. collective mutters of the appalling food ration that was eaten earlier or teasing remarks on who’ll heave up the aforementioned meal filtered through the air. light jabs alleviated some of the nervousness. he, however, sits tucked in the farthest corner of the space. his head is lowered while his gloved fingers rhythmically thrum against his khaki canvas pants. he’s talking too– just not with the others. prefers to murmur insensible comments to himself. if one listens carefully then it’s apparent that he’s hyping himself up. intensifying his need to have strength. to do well in battle. though, the consonants in his words reverberate and shake like broken chalk against a chalkboard. his mumblings bordering eerie by how expressive he is. how heated he’s become at the mere idea that he’ll be fighting. there’s not enough time to dwell on it because he’s hopping off the platform and plunging into where his expertise lies at. 

könig who brazenly shouts, “that’s our fucking juggernaut!” the holler is arrogant, presumptuous and entirely too eccentric to merge with the agonizing cries on the battlefield. his eyes skip to the soldier that hurls themself into the crowd with the sole purpose of massacre. it’s an insane sight. debris littering the place, bullets fizzing through the air, and medics dropping in to tend to the wounded. but he’s undeterred by the free-for-all. thrives in it. a pitched laugh leaves his lips at the familiarity before he’s bounding up the steps of an abandoned building. higher ground could be an advantage. he slips in, strangely quiet despite his size, before ambushing an off-guard sniper that was holed up in the room. throws his massive weight onto the rival’s back, before delivering a series of frenzied stabs with his pocket knife. splatters of blood coat his covered face and he uses the back of his arm to wipe it. smears the maroon liquid to mix with the red paint adorning his sniper hood. “got that bastard,” he huffs, victorious. 

könig who shines in close combat. granted, the title of colonel gets into his head sometimes. his uncontrolled, rabid, and quick movements are deranged. makes it impossible to counter him. the opposing side definitely attempts to but they’re instantly mauled by his attacks. his blue eyes are electric when he’s in control of being the hunter- not the prey. gaze darted to every crevice and corner to swiftly spot any spare weapons he could use. he picks up a riot shield. “the big fella is mine!” he bellows and races over to his acquired target. there’s a heavy thud as könig rams into the soldier. a curse spews out of his lips due to the strain, “scheiße!” yet, his arm whips around so his combat knife finds itself in the side of the other soldier. the fact that his body consists of long limbs and a toned physique aids in his skill. unbeknownst to others, a triumphant grin spreads across his face as he brags, “they are no match for me.” whispers of his ruthlessness follow him when his team secures the mission’s objective. he’s not listening though. his chest shakily rises to compensate for the hollow breaths he’s taking and his gloved hand grips at his chestplate. the objective was complete. gulps mouthfuls of air to keep him from becoming lightheaded at the adrenaline that fuels him– the rush unnecessary now. the back of his head smacks against the wall, a sensation he doesn’t feel, as he awaits landing back on base. 

könig who overlooks fully shutting the door to his office and will possibly (surely) regret it. he enters the room to gather paperwork. he stays for you. there’s a tiny crack that unveils the truth of how the colonel is utterly enamored by you. and if his comrades caught him in the position he was currently in– his superiority over them would be nonexistent. he’d just gotten back from the mission when you breathlessly threw your arms around him. “koni! how was it?” you ask as he steps into the small secluded room. there’s a giddy bounce in your step and a glimpse at his desk indicates that you’ve spent the time cleaning his office. his gloved hands instinctively find purchase on your waist as he mumbles that it went well. sweet touches reserved only for you. “maus,” he gestures to what you’ve done and his voice is so tender that you inwardly swoon, “there was no need to.” he wishes to chide you, in hopes of deterring your need to help him, but then your lower lip juts out into a pout, “I wanted to though. plus, look what I found!” and he ultimately abandons his initial thought because your glossy lips curl into a delighted smile when you present him with a sticker sheet. “found it in your desk while I was cleaning. how come you never told me they gave you stuff like this?” 

könig who breathily inquires, “did I do good?” while you’re seated on his lap. the contact serves to ground him but it only causes his heart to thrum faster against his ribcage. he recalls the events of his previous mission (albeit in a sputter of strung together words). doesn’t even know what’s happening before you’re crawling on his lap and whispering compliments. he startles, initially, because it’s virtually impossible to properly function around you. your beauty is almost blinding when he’s this close. his palms are sweaty underneath his tactical gloves. ears tinged red when you drag an experimental hand on his chest. the gaze he fixates on you is magnetic and his heady eyes regard you with clear devotion. you smell so delightful too. a sugary, delectable scent that has him preening for you. it’s quiet within the room, his jittery mannerisms and rapid inhales are the only audible noises. you don’t seem bothered by it, however. your tongue darts out in concentration as your fingers pry at the selection of stickers. “tell me I did good,” he essentially pleads and shuffles to push his face closer to yours, “please.” his eyes are so blue that you’re afraid of drowning in them. you let out a honeyed coo while placing a glittery star on his cheek, “you always do, koni.” a prize. for him. the colonel. the silly sticker blatantly contrasts with his disguise but it doesn’t trouble him because you’re moving to cup the side of his face in order to litter his face in colorful adhesives. light lashes fluttering, he presses himself into your touch and fondly confesses, “did it all for you, mein engel.” 

könig who barely heeds your playful scolding when you hum, “patience, koni,” but he’s anything but calm. you can’t apprise him when your plush lips are on his forehead. he stills. like a deer caught in the blaring headlights coming down a highway. such an affectionate kiss for a monstrous man. his stomach flips, a sensation he assumed only happened out on the battlefield, and an objection escapes his mouth. requests for another. his eagerness knocks a soft laugh out of you but the pretty noise is interrupted by könig chasing after your lips. a grumble of wanting– no– needing more. one would conclude that he was deprived of you. “I am, maus,” the giant male reasons as his forehead gently bumps against yours, “I’ll be patient for you.” and goodness do you reward him; sharp nails prodding underneath the piece of cloth that hangs from his head. upon uncovering the enticing stretch of skin, you press an open-mouthed kiss to the juncture of his neck. the pressure causes his head to abruptly jerk back as he hoarsely groans, “oh, süßi.” voice sticky and edging into desperation. his bony knees knock against your thighs as he readjusts himself in his seat which inadvertently drives you closer. his wandering hands settle on the curve of your hips, unintentionally shoving your hips to his. he mumbles quick apologies for his roughness. is unashamed about it, though. the disparity in his personality is alarming. but he can’t help it. not when he’s with you. puffs hot, needy breaths into your ear when you softly croon, “you’re so sweet to me, koni. the sweetest ever.” 

[ravenforce]

Crush crush crash

Prompt: "Hi!! Your writing is amazing :) Can I request a love triangle between Lena, Kara, and female reader ending with the reader choosing to be with Lena?? Make it as fluffy and hilarious as you want it to be as I feel Lena and Kara fighting over the same girl would funny to watch! Have fun and thank you!!!"

Requested by: @lmaodrag1037

Pairing: Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 3175

Warning/s:  None, I think.

A/N: First, on this fic, there's only one Earth. Second, Lena knows Kara is SG. Third, Agentreign is dating. Fourth, Eve is not Lex’s evil fanatic. Lastly, Lena x Reader endgame. I’m also sorry for the wait. I scrapped the first draft at 2k words. I tried so hard not to make it angsty but I feel like it still is. If there is any mistake that escapes me, I apologize for that. I hope you guys still enjoy. xx

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You met Kara Danvers through your childhood best friend Alex. You're born on the same year as Alex, goes to the same class as Alex, goes home after school with Alex, does homework with Alex. Both your parents used to tease you that you might as well just stay in the same house, as you're practically attached to the hip. You've lived next to the Danvers for as long as you remember. You were there when Alex yelled at her parents that she doesn't need a sister because she already has you.

For Kara's part, she looks like she doesn't wanna be there too. You smiled and walked up to her. "It's okay, she’ll come around," you said handing her your spare lollipop. "I'm (Y/N). I live next door." Kara with her bright blue eyes smiled at you.

From that day, you've served as a buffer between the two sisters until Alex's angsty teenager phase passed. For Kara, you were her angel. You were always there to subdue Alex's annoyance, and you were patient when Alex loses hers. So it hit Kara extra hard when your parents decided to migrate to Switzerland after high school. You remember her beautiful tear-stained face at the airport on the day of your flight to Switzerland.

"Promise you won't forget me," Kara said while her face is buried in your neck.

"I promise," you kissed the crown of her blonde head.

***

Over the years you kept in touch with both Danvers sisters but distance and jobs kept those interactions few and far apart. You just moved back to the States and was able to track down Kara's address. It was only a little over 7 PM when you found yourself knocking at Kara's door. You were a little surprised when a tall man opened the door.

"Hi, I'm looking for Kara Danvers. Is this her apartment?" You asked. Before the man can answer, Kara, yanked the door fully opened. You and the tall man instantly looked at the hinges. Kara was gaping at you, then she's gathering you in her arms just like old times.

"Kara, can't breathe," you said. She lets you go instantly.

"Alex! Look who's here!" Kara nearly shouted at her sister while dragging you deeper into her apartment. You noticed there's a number of people in the room. You smiled at them before you looked at Alex.

"Hey Alex," you said before Alex is wrapping you in another Danvers hug.

Kara introduced you as the 'Original' Superfriend, Alex's other sister. Apparently, you caught them before they start their game night.

***

"So which one of these beautiful people are you dating, Danvers?" You asked Alex casually while you caught up to her getting herself another beer in the kitchen. She just laughed at you. Deflecting. You turned back to the group playing monopoly.

"If I still know you, I would say," you paused for dramatic effect. "Sam?"

Alex choked on her beer. You smirked at her before patting her back. After Alex calmed down you looked back at the group, and subtly eyed Lena Luthor. Ever since you've been introduced at the beginning of the night, all you can think about is how green her eyes are, how smooth her hands are, and how smart she is. Of course, you know who she is, she's phenomenal; making great strides in the field of science and technology at 25.

"Earth to (Y/N)," Alex said smirking at you. "Off-limits, that's Kara's best friend," she continued.

You just rolled your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," you denied before getting your beer and walking back to the game. Kara smiled when you sat behind her, scooting backward so she can touch you. You think nothing of it, Kara's has always been touchy. Unbeknownst to you, Lena was watching you too.

***

Moving back home is tedious. Unpacking all your stuff to your new apartment is exhausting. Kara offered to help you but she's Supergirl now; she's got bigger fish to fry than your moving boxes, her super speed would have been great though. It was already 2PM when your body protested and demanded some food. So you decided to head to the nearest restaurant near your place to grab lunch.

There's virtually no one else in the restaurant when you arrived. That's why you easily spotted Lena tucked away in the corner booth at the back. You thought it'll be weird not to at least say hello, so you gathered up all your courage and walk up to her table. She looked up, and immediately you thank the gods for the foresight to put on a decent outfit of denim jeans, your old university shirt and black combat boots. Your brain short-circuited the moment her forest green eyes met yours.

She smiled instantly. "Hello, Ms. (Y/L/N)," she greeted formally. You cringed a little bit.

"Just (Y/N) please. I didn't mean to interrupt but I just wanted to say hi. I saw you when I came in and I thought it won't be polite to just pretend I didn't see you," you paused your rumbling because Lena suddenly started giggling. Then she started fully laughing. You didn't mind her laughing at your expense, you found at that moment you'd do anything to make her laugh all the time. When she calmed down a little, she gestured for you to take a sit and you did.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Alex said you're practically her first sister, I guess the rambling was passed on to you too," Lena explained. You smiled at her.

"I guess," you shrugged. You ended up having lunch with Lena that day, and the same day next week, and the same day the next, and the next. You deemed Wednesday is Lena day.

***

It was Wednesday when Kara found out that you've been hanging out alone with Lena. She was on patrol and passing by L-Corp when she heard your heartbeat next to Lena's. She landed on the balcony of L-Corp with the grandiose of a superhero; confident walk, cape and hair billowing in the wind. When she entered Lena's office she had to control herself from shooting heat vision on Lena's hand that's resting on your knee. She frowned at how close Lena was sitting next to you.

"How long have you two been hanging out?" Kara asked hands on her hips. It's adorable.

"A couple of weeks, (Y/N) and I bumped into each other at Noonan's," Lena explained. Kara wasn't appeased, she made some small talk and excused herself. You thought nothing of it, Lena wonders how oblivious can you be. That night, Kara found herself knocking at Alex's door at 2 in the morning. Her annoyance dissipated as quickly as it came when she saw Kara drunk.

"What happened to you?" She asked, ushering her sister to the couch. When Kara was safely seated, Alex walked to her kitchen to get her sister a bottle of water.

"For someone so smart, how can she not know how I feel about her?" Kara slurred. "Why can't she see me, Alex?"

Alex sat next to her sister and wrapped her up in a hug. "I think it's time you tell Lena how you feel," Alex said softly. Kara sat up at that, frustration visibly rolling off her, "yeah, I'll tell Lena that (Y/N) is mine!"

Alex doubled over at that. "Wait. What?" She exclaimed. Then it dawned on Alex, it wasn't Lena they're talking about; its (Y/N). Of course, she's aware that Kara harbored a crush on you since you were young but she thought Kara outgrew it with distance and time. She's also not blind, you're her best friend after all; she knows you like Lena Luthor.

She sighed. This is a mess.

***

For the next couple of days, Kara was adamant about ignoring you and Lena but she still has to hold game night. So instead of texting you about the details, you were surprised when you arrive home and you got a dozen lilies, a box of donut and a tray of Eliza's famous pasta with a note from Kara. You smiled, she's not mad at you. You pulled out your phone to text her while putting the lilies in a vase.

[Y/N]: You don’t have to dare me to love you, silly. I do, I always have.

[Y/N]: Tell Eliza thanks for the food. See you, tonight.

Kara almost heat visioned her phone in happiness when she read your texts. Take that Lena, she thought. She feels bad about fighting Lena over you but she loves you for so long just to let Lena get you that easily.

Kara was in a good mood when Alex arrived at her apartment. Her mood instantly dropped when you arrived with Lena though. You greeted everyone and walked directly to Kara.

“What’s with the pout Kar?” you said after kissing her cheeks. Her pout turned into a full-blown frown when she looked pass you and caught Lena staring. You’re walking towards the couch and was about to sit between Alex and Lena when Kara literally flew to the couch and tag you down to sit next to her.

“Sit next to me, (Y/N),” she said. You laughed because the love seat is cramp, so you have to put both your legs on Kara’s. You really don’t mind, growing up with both Danvers’ sister you’ve been in tighter spaces with both of them. Lena watches and quietly seethes with jealousy.

Sam leaned next to Alex, “are you sure, we’re not to intervene babe?” she asked.

“Nope, they’re all adults; they’ll figure it out. Besides, if I intervene I risk being partial to one of them and we can’t have that. (Y/N) is the honorary middle Danvers child, Kara is our youngest, and Lena is my friend. I must remain neutral on this one,” Alex explained softly to Sam.

After much ruckus from the group, game night proceeded without a hitch. Kara instantly claimed you as her partner. Leaving Lena to partner with Eve. Lena decided that she���s not going to sit by and let Kara think she can claim you without a fight. Suffice to say, Lena destroyed everyone at their own games. Kara was not happy.

“No fair! One more game of poker!” Kara exclaimed. Everyone just laughs. The way Lena looks at you make you cross your legs tighter together. She turned back to Kara, “Okay Kara but if I win, I want a prize,” she said with a confident smirk in her face.

“Name it!” Kara said, jutting her chin up.

“If I win, (Y/N)’s mine,” Lena said simply. Everyone fell silent. Oh no, Alex thought.

“Ok but if I win she’s mine,” Kara said defiantly. You watch both of them closely; you’re sure you’re missing something there. You’re about to protest when you hear Lena agreed.

***

When the game began, everyone seems to be holding their breath. Alex was bouncing her leg in anticipation. Lena is the perfect image of a poker player. Kara looks like she will smash the table if she loses. In the end, Lena’s hand won. Kara abruptly stood from the table and stormed off towards her balcony and promptly flew away. Everyone was looking where Kara exited.

“Well, that was the most intense game of poker I’ve seen to stake a claim on a woman,” Querl said.

You whipped you’re head towards him. “What?” you exclaimed, mouth gaping at him.

“Okay, I think it’s late. We should all head out,” James said. Without question, everyone filed out including Lena. When Alex went back to the living room, you’re still standing where she left you. You look at her when she rounded your peripheral.

“Did you know?” You asked her. Alex gave you a dead-panned look.

“Since when?” You asked.

“Since when do I know or since when did Kara have feelings for you?” Alex asked. She ushered you back to Kara’s couch.

“Tell me you never had feelings for her?” Alex asked next. Alex is your best friend, the older sister you never had; you can never lie to her.

You heaved a sigh, “I had a crush on her when she first came to our life. How can I not? She’s adorable and soft even after the destruction of her whole planet. She’s smart, I still haven't forgotten how she solved that particularly difficult calculus homework we had in high school, and we’re already supposed to be smart. She’s patient and caring; she took care of us when we injure ourselves playing rough on the field. She brings us lunch when she knows we might forget because we’re busy cramming for finals. I love her ever since we were kids Alex,” you paused. Tears already welling in your eyes.

Alex held your hand just like she used to. “But she’s also been my baby sister for as long as she’s been yours. Over the years, I just figured it’s better to have her as my sister. This way, I never have to risk losing her. Alex I don’t want to hurt her.” You continued, crying on Alex’s shoulder.

She ran her hand over your hair. “But you have to,” Alex said simply. In your heart of hearts you know she’s right. Unknown to you and Alex, Kara was just outside the window listening to your conversation.

***

You found Kara by the cliff over-looking National City a few days after the debacle at game night. You haven’t spoken to Lena either. For her part, she hasn’t reached out to you too. Kara didn’t even have to turn around when you parked behind her on the cliff.

“Kar,” you whispered. You know she can hear you. She fought the shiver that runs through her body when you breathe her name like that.

“I heard everything,” she said without looking at you. For a second you were confused, then it dawned on you that she heard your conversation with Alex.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can really say. She turned around and walked towards you. You were toe-to-toe when she spoke, “Me too. I should have told you a long time ago.” She tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

“I just need to do one last thing,” she said. Her hand coming to your face. Before you realize what was happening. She’s kissing you. You know you should push her away but you decided to give her this. She kissed you with all the feelings she buried inside. She leaned her forehead against yours after she pulls away.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” she whispered before flying away.

“I love you too, alien girl” you know she will hear you. She smiled, it’s been a while since you called her that.

***

A few weeks after your encounter with Kara on the cliff, the Danvers sisters were having lunch but Kara can tell something is wrong. Alex is nervously bouncing her leg on the table, her heartbeat is elevated, and she’s been staring at the menu for the last ten minutes. Kara took the menu and placed an order for Alex. When the waiter walked away, Kara looked at her sister.

“What’s wrong?” she asked simply. Alex nibbled on her bottom lip. When she met Kara’s eyes, she knew she couldn’t lie.

“(Y/N) is going back to Switzerland. She’s probably on the way to the airport now,” Alex said in one go.

“What? Why?” Kara asked.

“Because she can’t be with Lena knowing that she’s hurting you,” Alex explained. Lena, Kara thought. After meeting with you on the cliff, Lena and Kara talked too. They both agreed that the decision has to be yours and that they’ll remain best friends no matter what.

“I have to tell Lena,” Kara said already exiting the restaurant. Not a minute later, Supergirl was barging in on Lena’s office.

“Kara, what’s wrong?” Lena said, already rounding her table to meet Kara.

“Lena, (Y/N) is leaving! She’s flying back to Switzerland,” Kara hurriedly explained.

Even though Lena loathes flying, she reckons flying with Kara is the fastest way to reach you. When they arrived at the airport, you’re already collecting your things for boarding. When you saw Lena and Kara coming towards you, you’re confused. They’re both not supposed to know.

Kara walked towards you first, “you don’t have to leave. You can be with Lena.” You’re shaking your head. She held your hand. “I know you think you can’t because of me, and I’m not going to lie it still aches but there’s no one else I’d rather have you than Lena. I can sleep peacefully knowing my sister and my best friend has each other. I love you both so much to stand in the way of both your happiness,” she declared sincerely.

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could. “But if you hurt Lena, sister or not, I’ll throw you to the sun,” she threatened. You chuckled wetly.

She let you go and started walking to Lena. “I love you both so much, Lena. So I’ll tell you what I told her if you hurt her I’ll throw you to the sun,” Kara said before pulling Lena in a hug. She then proceeded to bounce out of the airport.

“Did she threaten to throw you in the sun too?” Lena asked.

“Yup,” you said before linking your hand on Lena’s. She looked at your joined hands before looking up at your eyes.

“Do you still wanna go to Switzerland? I have a private plane we can use,” she said. Of course, she does. You laughed before leaning in and capturing her red lips.

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” you said after you pulled away. 

[idyat]

Madness Combat X Reader Masterlist

Names will be added and updated as time goes on.

Hank J Wimbleton

Night Owl

"Intimate cuddles", like, VERY intimate

Them

Insert Title

Hurt/comfort headcanons

Sanford

The room spinning around you

They'll never hurt you again

Deimos

Late night talk

My little moon

Good morning

Jebus

Wounds (hurt/comfort)

Hurt/comfort headcanons

It was a stormy night

Suggestive headcanons

The Sheriff

Redhouse

Director Phobos

Rude >:(

Skinner M.D

Bakery Infirmary

Miscellanious

Lucky (AAHW agent x AAHW scientist reader)

Down in the dark caves (Fanatics x reader)