#metal bat x gender neutral reader

[misasimagines]

desperation / reader x Taiga (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: Taiga! Romeo is a guest.

rating: NSFW!!!! The actual start of smut is marked with a (***) so if you wanted to read the rest and skip that, you can, but otherwise please. It's smut.

warnings: general Taiga warnings? gun, blood, biting, sex. let me emphasize blood. FEM BODIED READER! Not gender neutral.

anyway first smut fic and first time writing about Taiga, everyone please go easy on me. @ the ask who wanted possessive Taiga, uh, I hope this works for you

Taiga was an enigma to you. He seemed like a dozen different people all wrapped into one threateningly sharp package. Sometimes, you watched him gambling, feet kicked up on the dealer’s table, eyes glinting with mischief, and thought being around him would feel like life itself. All excitement and impulse and adrenaline and it made your heart race with the adventure of it all. You could imagine your own Bonnie and Clyde romance, doing whatever you wanted, getting whatever you wanted. Living solely for thrill and satisfaction.

Other times, you hid as he slouched through Sinostra, blood covered, eyes empty. You hid because you knew he wouldn’t even remember who you were after he finished gutting you and leaving whatever was left to bleed into the carpets. You hid and you shamefully wondered how bad it would be to step into his line of sight. Just risk it. You could be the rabbit jumping into the wolf’s mouth just to avoid the pain of being cut in two. Would it be so bad?

Today was different. Today, you didn’t watch him from the entrance of the casino or with a held breath around the corner in the hall. Today, he was sitting across from Romeo, head leaned back and staring up at the ceiling.

“-from a general admissions student in Mortkranken. Avoid the ghouls. I’ll text you the details, but take it back to your room first, do not come here. Someone will come pick it up from you. Do you understand?”

Sounded complicated, but that was par the course with Romeo. You wondered if he had you running drugs (again) and, with a nod of agreement, you decided it was best if you didn't know. It wasn't your choice to be Romeo's drug mule anymore than it was to be his secretary and verbal punching bag, but hey, it paid the bills. So to speak.

“Repeat it,” he demanded, arms crossed and staring down his perfect nose at you.

“I’m picking up your package from a general admissions student in Mortkranken. I’ll avoid Yuri and Jiro and take it back to my room and wait for one of your guys to come get it. Does that cover it?” You responded, crossing your own arms in retort. You were willing to put up with a lot when it came to Romeo, but that didn’t mean you had to do it with a smile and a nod.

His eyes narrowed slightly, annoyed by your attitude but unwilling to spend the energy on reacting to it. “Just go.”

You stood up and managed only a step before Romeo gave you another order.

“And take those folders to Shinjo on your way.” He gestured to a stack of papers sitting too close to Taiga.

It felt like trying to take a bowl of food from a territorial dog and you felt your blood pressure rise as you considered what violence he could enact simply for you getting in his space. He could rip you apart with his teeth, that was always an option. Or he could shoot you with any number of guns he just so happened to always have on him. He also wasn’t a stranger to beating people with blunt objects, though you didn’t see a baseball bat or metal bar in the vicinity. That option was probably off the table for now.

You stilled your racing thoughts. He wasn’t even paying attention. The papers weren’t his. Romeo was right there. You would be fine. You reached down for the folders.

And he snatched your wrist, his gaze dropping to you and cementing you in place. “You love taking orders, don’t you, kitty-cat?”

His grip wasn’t particularly tight. You didn’t feel your circulation cut off, your bones being ground into dust- no, he just held you. Kept you there until you answered his question, a question you didn’t feel so inclined to answer. Enjoy taking orders- of course you didn’t delight in being Romeo’s servant. To anyone else, you might have snapped at the insinuation. But no one else was Taiga, and snapping at him could mean getting your bones snapped in retaliation. Your heart raced and you wondered if Romeo would intervene. Probably not, not unless there was a risk of staining his furniture. You didn’t want to let it go that far.  “Let me go,” You insisted, voice more of a squeak than you intended.

Taiga cupped a hand around his ear and pretended he couldn’t hear you.

“Let. Me. Go.” You repeated, a decibel louder.

“No one told you you couldn’t leave.” He responded casually.

You flushed with indignation and wrenched your wrist free, grabbing up the files and almost running out. No one told you you couldn't leave…as if you needed permission. As if he hadn't forced you to stop. As if being Taiga didn't carry unspoken rules and crossed boundaries. As if- no, you didn't need to waste your thoughts on more as ifs. You knew the connotations he brought with him with every action, just by virtue of being Taiga and you know he had no reason to acknowledge them himself.

You just needed to leave. Still… As you rushed out, you wondered why he’d asked you anything. He certainly had never given you the attention before. You would have felt better if you knew he watched you on the way out, maybe with interest, maybe with disappointment, but as you reached the door and shoved your way into the hall, you peaked back. 

He was back to staring up at the ceiling.

~~~

It had been a long few weeks. Back and forth from house to house, you never had a chance to catch your breath. If someone wasn't ordering you to do something with a sneer, they were putting you in a situation where you ended up with bruises and scrapes and potentially even worse injuries. They didn't all intend to hurt you, but the results spoke for themselves and you did hurt. The hurts just weren't all visible.

It didn't matter that your hips ached and your feet were sore and there was a split blister on the back of your heel that bled into your sock. You had another errand to run that you were going to be late for and Romeo was going to kill you. You ran, letting out breathless apologies as you bumped into Sinostra students on your way to Romeo’s VIP room. A nearly overflowing bag bounced around in your arms and used your chin to try to hold the tons of little plastic baggies in place as you rushed. It wasn’t the best feeling, being so close and personal to what you could only assume was illegal, mind altering substances, but an accidental whiff of cocaine was definitely less painful than a lecture from Romeo. In fact, it might have made the impending lecture bearable.

Turning a corner, you slammed into something and your bag lept out of your arms.

Taiga had his hands in his pockets, hardly phased from your extreme collision. You had managed to stay upright, but your contraband was scattered all over the floor. 

“Fuck,” you hissed.

“You gonna pick all that up?” Taiga asked, making no move to help you.

You took a careful breath to steady your anger.  “I have to,” you responded as cooly as you could before crouching to start your collection. 

Once again, with the same pressure as before, Taiga grabbed your arm and pulled you back to standing. “Do you enjoy any of it?” He asked, nudging a bag with the toe of his shoe.

“Enjoy what?” You asked, watching his hand on your upper arm carefully.

“Anything.” He didn’t clarify.

Or maybe he did. “I-” You exhaled, tried to find some way to answer this impossible question. No? You didn’t enjoy being Romeo’s drug mule. No, you didn’t enjoy being passed around from house to house at Darkwick, the newest intern in every room you stepped into. No, you didn’t enjoy having your life uprooted, your identity all but erased so you could be whatever anyone needed you to be. No, you-

“Gah, you’re depressing,” he made a sound in the back of his throat, a rolling sigh, and then the corners of his lips curved into a smile. “Come with me.”

You had no time, or chance, to flounder, leaving Romeo’s import all over the floor as Taiga dragged you off into the casino. As you were led off, you couldn’t even imagine a world where you said no, where you got on your hands and knees and picked up every little bag and brought it to Romeo and still got yelled at. You sped up to walk faster, to keep up with him, to choose this, and thought this was the only option for you. As crazy as it was.

Taiga deposited you at a roulette table, pushing you onto one of the stools and clapping his hands over your shoulders. With a nod and a gesture, the dealer slid two untidy piles of chips towards you.

“Oh, I don’t-” You tried to stand up. Gambling wasn’t on your list of skills and you knew better than to gamble in Sinostra of all places.

Taiga held you down, “Lets see you make some choices, kitty-cat. See how much they really matter.” He leaned close enough so only you could hear him, though everyone else at the table and the surrounding area watched with wide eyes and rapt attention. Taiga alone was a spectacle. Taiga with you? 

They were just waiting for the bloodbath. Casting a nervous eye around at everyone, you figured you had two options. Refuse and suffer the consequences, or commit and suffer the consequences. If you forced yourself to stand, told Taiga no, and left, that could be it. He would decide you weren’t worth his time, you’d stay a nameless face in the crowd. You’d be Romeo’s little gopher and you’d be miserable for the time you had left. If you stayed, win or lose, you…Well, you could win or lose anything. You had no guarantee, no way of knowing. Nothing more than Taiga’s fingers resting on your shoulders.

You bet on red.

~~~

You lost most of it. You bet, sometimes at random and sometimes with the thought of “it can’t possibly be the opposite of what I pick 4 times in a row, right?” You lost until the dealer shook his head, saying you didn’t have enough left to meet the minimum.

Taiga stayed behind you the entire time, offering no direction or tips, just sometimes pushing more chips forward than you were willing to bet on any given round. His hands were on your shoulders at first, and then he draped his arms over you, resting his chin on the top of your head. At one point, seemingly with no intention or realization, he had wrapped a hand around your neck and turned to yell at someone a few tables away. 

You stayed completely still when he did that and received plenty of concerned glances in your direction. He put no pressure on your windpipe, and finally turned back once more to watch your games, going back to lazily leaning over you as if nothing had changed.

“Well that’s that, kitten,” He yawned. 

“I lost all your money,” You admit, realization dawning and heart sinking.

He howled with sudden laughter, “Shit, yeah, you did.” He spun you around and held you by the chin, studying your wide eyed expression with a toothy grin. 

The dealer cleared his throat and continued the game for the other gamblers. 

“How are you gonna pay it back?” He asked, leaning your head back and exposing your neck.

The usual sense of being a prey animal crept up in your veins. The desire to apologize and back down and agree to anything to save your life froze your blood and made your heart pound. But you wouldn’t do that this time. Gambling with someone else’s money made you bold. Being around Taiga made you crazy. You grabbed his wrist this time, pulling it down enough so that you could stare at him directly. “I won’t.”

Someone behind you gasped, and then played it off with a cough.

Taiga didn’t stop grinning, letting out another shout of a laugh before freeing you of his grasp and stepping back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Maybe you’re more interesting than you look.” 

You held back any fits of shaking fear that were creeping up on you.

“Try that shit with Lulu, but I wanna be there when you do it, alright?” He turned on his heel and walked off. 

You exhaled. Shut your eyes. And stood up, walking in the opposite direction.

~~~

The casino was alive. Students from all houses gambled and drank and talked and lost all of their money. It was exactly what Romeo wanted. The flow of cash into his coffers would be extreme tonight.

The only problem? Taiga.

You leaned against a wall and watched him from across the casino. Despite doing something he seemed to enjoy, there was nothing akin to joy on his face. He communicated to the dealer in only gestures and each hand dealt, win or lose, gave him no hint of satisfaction. 

There was a shake lingering in your bones as you lamented the task laid before you. Romeo told you to get Taiga out and do it without causing a scene. How would you do it? You had no clue, and asking Romeo only got a slew of abbreviations thrown your way. Maybe there was some code hidden within. You doubted it.

Taking a deep breath, you accepted your fate and strode across the room towards Taiga. You were enough of a fixture in Sinostra at this point that guests and staff alike moved out of the way for you. It didn't make you feel any better about what you had to do.

“Taiga,” you said gently, “the vice captain wants to see you.” 

Taiga slung his hand of cards down on the table and collected the winning pot. He didn't acknowledge you.

“Taiga,” you tried again, “Romeo needs to see you. Lulu?”

“I heard you the first time,” he snapped. 

Your blood bubbled in frustration. “Then listen,” you snapped.

A hush fell over the table. No one looked at you, but no one could pay attention to anything but you. 

You crossed your arms, “Haven't you won enough?”

“Haven't you pissed me off enough?” 

You had no clue what you'd done to anger him so much. “What are you even talking about?” You hissed, acutely aware of the straining ears of every other gambler and staff member in the vicinity. 

“You’d kiss Lulu's shoes and thank him for the opportunity.”

You balked. The fucking audacity. “You- whatever. I'll leave you alone.” You threw your hands up in defeat and spun away from him.

You heard a click and something cold and metal pressed against the back of your head.

“You think it's that easy, kitty-cat?” Taiga's voice was low when he spoke to you. 

He was going to blow your brains out in the middle of the casino. 

“Walk.” He ordered.

You walked.

~~~

He directed you out of the casino and into the hallways of Sinostra, eventually guiding you down the corridor to his bedroom. Your heart hammered in your chest and you thought about every decision that has led you there. You thought about every way out, and admittedly there were few. 

You could throw yourself to his feet and beg for mercy, you could try to run and hope he missed, you could call his bluff and just leave. You knew none of those would actually work, but whether you died or not wasn’t the question. It was whether you survived Taiga’s inevitable disappointment that was.

You reached his door and stood still.

“You know how to open a door, don't you?” He snarked.

You opened the door and stepped inside.

“Take a seat.” 

You reviewed your options. There was an armchair, his scary torture chair, and the floor. Every option carried weight. Every option told him what you thought of yourself, what you thought you were. The prey animal in you made your knees weak and almost took the decision away from you. If you didn't use every ounce of spite and frustration you had, you'd have collapsed to your knees long before. But that was the case for this entire year, this entire curse nonsense with Darkwick. If you didn't have this burning desperation in you, you'd have collapsed long before.

Maybe that's what Taiga saw in you. Desperation. You couldn't say. You couldn't pretend to know his mind, hell, you barely knew yours. All you did know was that something about him, as terrifying as he was, made you strong. Something made you mouth off to him and something made you feel more than just fear right then. 

You took your seat on his bed.

He stared at you from his doorway, gun still aimed at you. Finger on the trigger.

You sat on the edge, the balls of your feet planted on the ground.

He broke into a grin and manic, empty laughter. He haphazardly tossed the gun onto a table and prowled towards you, throwing himself down on the bed and splaying out behind you. 

You exhaled and pressed a hand to your chest, feeling your heart hammering underneath your skin.

“You got what you wanted. You gonna run along like a good little kitty and tell Lulu you won?” Taiga asked, his grin fading into a bitter smile he directed at his ceiling.

You twisted at the waist to look at him.

His white button down was unbuttoned at the top, the collar unstarched and bent. He had his hands under his head, his red hair messy and tousled. The necklaces around his neck called to you to pull on them. The last thing you wanted was to go deal with Romeo right now. All you wanted was to give in to your desperation and he was just laying there.

You crawled over to Taiga and straddled his hips.

His eyes, so radioactive and piercing, dropped to you. Your face. Your chest. Your hands resting on him and the space he fit between your legs. 

“What do you know about what I want?” You asked him. It felt invigorating to be above him, on him. 

Taiga made no effort to move you. “You don't know what you're getting yourself into.” It wasn't a threat.

You linked a finger under one of his chain necklaces and pulled slightly. “Show me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. He hooked a leg over your calf and flipped you onto your back.

(****)

You gasped at the sudden change, your legs wrapped around him.

Taiga leaned down and kissed you. There was nothing chaste or sweet about it. He bit your lower lip, pulling it slightly between his teeth. You opened your mouth for him to kiss you again, his tongue pressing against yours this time.

He took your breath away and you grasped at his arms braced on either side of you. He pulled away and you whined, deep in your throat, completely unintentional. It earned you a self satisfied smirk right before he grabbed the neck of your shirt and tore it open all the way down.

“Taiga-!” You didn't know if you were scolding him or begging for more.

His head dropped back down, this time to your chest, kissing down your collarbones and treating your bra with as much delicacy as your shirt. You felt the embarrassed urge to cover your chest for modesty, and might have had he not immediately latched his mouth around one of your nipples. He teased it with his tongue and then let his teeth brush against it just roughly enough to send a shudder up your spine. His hand kneaded the other he couldn't service with his mouth and before you could get comfortable with the routine of the sensations, he pinched your nipple roughly and sucked on the other hard, coming off of it with a pop as he grinned down at you.

Your face was flushed but you couldn't look away from him. You didn't want to.

He didn't bother removing your skirt. He shoved it up around your waist and rubbed his fingers over your panties, “How long have you been this wet?” He teased, pressing down on your covered clit.

You arched against him, desperate for more of his touch, desperate to be rid of any remaining layers between you. His fingers sent jolts of electricity through your core. 

“Answer, kitten. You don't have to do what Lulu says, but you don't have a choice with me.” He growled into your ear as he leaned down again and his teeth grazed your earlobe.

Truthfully? “When you held your gun to my head,” you admit.

He laughed. And then bit into your neck. He broke skin and you whimpered in pain. At the same time, Taiga pushed your panties aside and sunk his finger into you. Your mind was going blank, your body not sure whether to focus on the pain of his teeth against your skin or the pleasure of his finger curling against your inner walls.

He worked his finger in and out of you and his tongue was licking the slight trickle of blood dripping from your neck. He slid another finger in as he pulled away from your neck and kissed you again. This time, you tasted your own blood in his mouth.

You wrapped your arms around him. You did know what you were getting into. This. Him. Good and bad, pain and pleasure, you were desperation made manifest and you weren't denying it anymore. 

“Taiga,” you whined into his mouth, “need you. Please.” You arched against his hand and he ground the heel of it against your clit.

He pulled his fingers out of you and you clenched pitifully around nothing, thighs flexing and chest heaving. He sat back on his knees, stared down at you, and licked his fingers clean. He looked so, so amused by your want of him and you didn't have the shame to care. Taiga took his time unbuttoning his shirt, one button after another, until you couldn't take it anymore.

You lifted yourself up and gave him his own treatment, grasping each side of his button down and tearing it apart. Buttons flew off and you pulled the rest of his shirt off his shoulders, hands immediately pressing to his chest, down his toned stomach, reaching for his belt buckle. He grinned at you and grabbed your hands, pulling them away, letting you both fall back down on his bed. He held your wrists above your head. “Don't go thinking you're in charge,” he kissed you and you let him hold you down, eagerly rubbing the back of your foot against his legs as if you could urge him to just fuck you already.

He reached down between you to unbutton his trousers and free his cock, letting it rest over-top your mound. You couldn't see it, your bodies pressed against each other, his lips on your own, but you could imagine how he'd feel just from the weight of it against your stomach. He bit your lip as he pulled away, splitting the skin and once again making you bleed.

You pressed your lips together, letting the blood coat them, and fought back a wince of pain at the feeling. 

His expression wasn't amused anymore. It was heavy, watching your tongue lick the corner of your mouth to clean away the blood. He was mesmerized. He lined himself up with your opening and pushed in all at once.

You cried out and he just caught you again, kissing you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, sucking the blood from your lips. You whined as he bucked into you, filling you so completely you couldn't imagine going back to being empty. You wrapped your legs around him, crossed at the ankles, locking him to you even though you both knew he wasn't going anywhere.

He barely pulled out with each thrust, his hips meeting yours as he slammed into you as deeply as he could. Taiga didn't let go of your wrists, his nails digging into you and you had started craving it. That pain he was so good at granting you in the midst of mind numbing pressure. You tightened your legs around him, rocking against each thrust as much as you could, feeling his cock driving into you over and over.

You felt everything in you tightening, your cunt fluttering and spasming around him as you reached your high. Taiga pulled away from your kiss, letting you moan and scream unmuffled, your back arching and your vision blurring as you came. He let go of your wrists, his fingers moving down to grasp the fat of your hips as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He hammered into you, dropping his forehead down to the mattress next your neck, right back to sucking and biting at the wound he'd left earlier. 

He groaned into your ear, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he shuddered and came inside you. He rocked his hips and stilled. He nearly crushed you with the full weight of his body, his cock still nestled deep in you as he emptied everything he had into you. 

You laced your fingers behind his neck, gently petting his hair as you took deep breaths and your heart beat slowed to something more manageable. You felt sore all over, your tongue coated in the metallic taste of your own blood, your neck throbbing from the bites. As you calmed down, there was an undeniable lightheadedness washing over you. 

Taiga licked your neck and slid out of you, rolling over on his back next to you. You keened quietly at the loss, your legs dropping onto the bed, shaking and useless.

Taiga turned his head to look at you, expression blank and unreadable. It hurt too much to turn your head fully. You could only glance at him from the slight tilt you managed.

“That’s not gonna be enough for me,” he told you, voice uncharacteristically steady.

You hoped not. 

“Don’t listen to anyone else anymore.” He rolled onto his side and traced a finger over your lips, down your neck, your chest, your stomach, and then dipped between your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat. “You're mine from now on, kitten.”

[screamingcryingandthrowinguprn]

Jealous (Wally Clark x Reader)

A little Wally Clark blurb, because I love him.

Warnings: A little angst, but fluffy comfort! Tried to keep it gender-neutral, and did not use (Y/N)!

Hope y'all like it, and other people will start writing for Wally too!

xXx

You loved you boyfriend exactly as he is, an outgoing and very likeable guy, extremely welcoming. This extended to everyone he met, with the new girl, Maddie, being no exception. You were sympathetic to her situation. It was not easy finding out you died, especially considering she was murdered with no recollection of her death.

It seems like Wally made it his life mission to cheer her up or at least make her feel a little less miserable. While you loved that he wanted to spread his cheer, you felt a little left behind as he shifted his focus to her.

So, when Field Day came, you saw it as a way to not only trash the school on retaliation for your imprisonment, you could also blow off a bit of your anger at the Wally-Maddie situation. As soon as you made it to the field, you picked up a metal bat and began swinging on a wooden pole nearby you. When you heard a vehicle pulling up, you perked your head up, hearing the laughs of Wally and Maddie. You watched as he guided her swings against the vending machines, then whipping off his shirt as he runs around cheering.

As stupid as it was, you could feel angry tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You quietly slipped away from the group, heading back to the school. You had almost made it back without being noticed, until you heard Mr. Martin softly call your name. You stopped, wiping your eyes, and turned towards him.

"Where are you going? Field day is out here," he asks, motioning towards the group of ghosts causing unseen chaos a few yards away.

"I think I'm done for the day. Just need to go take a walk inside, Mr. Martin. A little break from the crazy," you explained, trying to come off as nonchalant. You could tell Mr. Martin did not fully believe you, but he let you go without any further questioning, letting you know you could talk to him later if you needed to. You nodded and slipped back inside.

You roamed the halls of the school, allowing memories of your time whilst alive swirl through your head, some from after your death as well. Anger and sadness swelled in your chest, and paired with your slight jealousy of Maddie, as ridiculous as you knew it was, sent you over the edge. Hot tears blurred your vision, leaking down your cheeks as your forehead met with the cool metal of the lockers. Your fists slammed against the red, the sound echoing down the halls as a soft sob left you.

You were angry at yourself for getting this upset. You knew Wally loved you, that he would never intentionally hurt you. And you were sure Maddie was not looking for anything more than friendship, if she was even looking for that among her investigation.

Your loud thoughts and sobs left you deaf to the boy calling out to you from down the hall. you weren't made aware of his presence until his hand made gentle contact with your shoulder. You whipped around, startled, until your eyes met the rich brown eyes that you love so much. His eyebrows furrowed together as he glanced at the wet marks running down your face.

"Hey, what's wrong," he asked, concern laced in his voice.

"It's nothing, Wally. I'm just being silly," you replied, moving your arm to wipe your face.

"It's not silly if its making you this upset." His hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks and tenderly wiping the wetness from under your eyes. You groaned, wanting to hide your face from him as you realized he wasn't planning on letting you go without an answer.

"Okay, okay, I have been feeling a little off lately," You started, only continuing once he nodded at you to. "I feel like I should be used to being dead by now, and I am pretty accepting of it, but days like this just remind me that I AM dead. Then I start thinking about my life, which sucks. But also… I haven't seen much of you recently."

He urged you to continue, bringing his face closer to yours.

"You've been a bit busy lately… With Maddie. Don't get me wrong, I love that you are trying to make her afterlife a bit better, and there is no one who can do it better than you. I am just feeling a little left behind."

Wally's eyes widened as a panicked look shot onto his face, dropping his hands from your cheeks, opting for wrapping his arms around your shoulders, crushing your body against his.

"No, no, no. That's not even close to what is happening, I swear. I just want to be friends with Maddie, nothing else," sincerety was apparent in his tone. You let out a quiet chuckle, wrapping your arms around his midsection and holding him as close as you could, burying your face in his chest.

"I know, I know. Call it paranoia. You would never hurt me," you mumbled against him. He pulled back, cupping your face again, staring into your eyes.

"Never ever. You're it for me. All I want and more."

"I don't regret meeting you. You are my everything, Wally Clark."

Your lips met in a sweet, firm kiss, trying to convey all the love you held to each other.

[lostidiot24]

💣Dog Days Are Over💥

BatFamily x Gender Neutral!Sibling!Reader

Song: Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine

Summary: You were never supposed to go on this mission. It was so obvious it was a trap but the urgency to solve this case overshadowed your concern. It was too late to pay attention now…

TW: Explosion, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst/little to no comfort

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Pain shot through your left leg as rubble and dust contaminated the air around you. Your hands tried to push your body off of the ground but the pressure on your leg created enough pain to render you weak. Adrenaline kept you from screaming at the injury. Ringing was the only thing your eyes could pick up as a droplet landed on your hand. Looking down, red liquid was dripping onto your hand. You brought your hand up to your ear and flinched when you felt warm blood seep from your eardrum.

What could even lead up to this…?

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Not even an hour earlier were you sitting on a cot in the med bay. Dropping your legs and standing up from the cot, you walked out after getting your stitches removed from an injury last mission. You were grateful to have an important job on the team, even if it mean getting fatally injured almost every time you left the confines of the cave in your suit.

Tim was sitting at the bat computer looking at some type of security footage.

“What’s tha-“ Before you could finish your sentence, Tim jumped and quickly turned to face you.

“Oh my god [Name]! How were you so quiet?!”

“I wasn’t trying to be. How long have you been awake?” He just sent you a glare and turned back around in his chair. “This is the footage of the cameras we set up near the explosion site. You are gonna go there and check if anything was left behind that could pin point us where the Joker is.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.” With slight hesitation, you turned around, walked to your bike, and got your helmet on. Footsteps and laughter could be heard down the hall way as the rest of the family, including Alfred, walked into the cave. Jason was laughing at something on his phone with Dick and Steph, Damian was holding Alfred the cat while Cass pet them, and Bruce was discussing something with Alfred. Not even a glance was sent your way as they crowded around the computer. With a sigh, you sped up out of the cave and turned in the direction of the site.

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Metal doors screeched as your gloves hands pushed them open. You checked all around the site out couldn’t find anything. The comms were slightly bugging out so you tried to tell Tim put it seemed like it didn’t go through. Instead of going inside the small building, you took a step back and walked towards your bike.

“Check that building. I’m getting traces of electrical damage there.” You tried to say that it seemed like a trap but your voice didn’t go through. Instead of trying to protest again, you stepped into the building and turned on the flashlight in your side bag.

A loud slam echoed through the room before a beeping sound was faintly heard. Your whole body turned in surprise to see the metal doors shut. You ran towards doors and shook the door but it wouldn’t budge. The beeping got higher and faster while you took and lock pick out if your bag. With shaky hands, you picked the lock and swung open the door. Unfortunately, it was too late. The beeping stopped and your eyes widened in fear. A blast of heat and force pushed on your back, sending you tumbling forward. The sound of an explosion was loud but far enough back that you could tell it was far into the building.

Another explosion was on your right side while you picked your self up off the damaged ground. Without much thought, you ran. You ran away from the crumbling building and towards your bike. Another explosion propelled you forward with enough force to push you off your feet. Collecting yourself, you kept running and tried to ignore the ringing in your ears while explosion after explosion was felt at your sides. The site you were at was an old construction site that was take over by the Joker. It was a trap. He planted bombs along the sides of the dirt path that lead to the building. As your feet crossed the pavement that signed the start of construction, one last explosion projected you and your bike to the ground.

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So that’s why I’m here…

Your eyes adjusted to your surroundings before settling on your leg that was caught under your bike. This wouldn’t be much of a problem to get out of if the bomb didn’t wreak your bike. Metal tore into your leg as you pulled you leg away from it. A scream ripped from your throat before someone’s frantic voice was heard in your ear. Not paying attention to the comms, you pushed the bike off your leg and assessed the damage.

Your eyes widened as a figure was even walking towards you from the dust. It was holding something that looked like a crowbar as it was dragged across the ground. Your body moved without thought and tried to crawl further away from the person before hands grabbed you from behind and pulled you into a car. You screamed and pushed them away before a familiar voice calmed you down. Without restraint, you closed your eyes and let the darkness take you. Your breath stayed frantic but your family could only hope that Dick got there in time.

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Sunlight.

An Eddie x Vampire!Gender Neutral!Reader fic that i've been dreaming about for a few weeks.

Summary: After a long day of dealing with the leftover monsters Vecna felt behind after his defeat, Eddie comes back to his trailer hoping for some rest. A mischivious shadow comes knocking.

wc: 2.2k

cw: swearing (a lot) (sorry), mentions of food, mentions of knives and blades, Vamp has two descriptions (black nails, red eyes) but nothing other than that, very brief mentions of drugs. Mostly just humor and setting up for now

chapter one: A soul that's born in cold and rain knows sunlight

The night is dark. As it tends to be.

Something lingers in the air, a faint scent of iron, a chill… You know, normal autumn smells. Living in Hawkins for so long makes you familiar with it, no matter how much you hate it. Summer smells like dew, spring like pollen, so on and so forth.

Eddie likes the smell of Fall. It’s weirdly soothing, even as he walks back home after a long, long day of helping Dustin find a high enough place to set up Cerebro 2.0. So far, no such luck. Since the last one got destroyed, the range of the walkies is a fraction of what they need right now.

Maybe they’ll have better luck tomorrow.

The trailer is silent as he walks in, no sign of Wayne’s signature Dolly Parton tape playing, so he’s probably back at the shelter. Stubborn old man he is… But then again, so is Eddie. The plant was shut down weeks ago, and he still heads out every other night to help around.

After setting his jacket on the rickety chair next to the front door, kicking off his shoes and cutting off the guitar solo playing from his beat up Walkman, Eddie goes straight for the kitchen, the rumbling of his stomach stronger than the need to sleep. The fridge hums alive, flickering light warming up the room for a split second. Once the leftover spaghetti is in hands, he kicks it back closed, and the gentle humming is muffled by the beeping of the microwave.

Living in the so-called, “end of the world” isn’t nearly as exciting as Eddie thought it would be, in all his daydreaming in biology class.

“Beep! Beep! Beep!”

“Alright, I heard ya the first time.” He mumbles, getting up from his slacked position against the counter, but just in that split second— Something runs by his window. Darker than a shadow, and quicker too.

He freezes. Immediately. The microwave keeps beeping, but his eyes don’t move away from the tiny window, squashed between the top cupboard and the counter.

What in the lord’s name was that?

Demogorgon?

No. Too slim. Smaller.

Bat?

Also, probably not. It’d be screaming loud enough to wake up the entire trailer park, and they always travel in packs.

… Then what?

Eddie instinctively reaches for his walkie, walking backwards to the small folding table near the hallway without taking his eyes from that very same spot. After tattering around in the dark for a hot minute, the bulky, plastic case is in his hands, and he presses the talk button before it’s even within reach.

“Guys?” He mumbles, although all that answers is static. “Anyone home?? Over.” Still static.

Goddamn Cerebro.

“Piece of shit.” Eddie tosses the walkie-talkie on the kitchen counter, nervously pacing in place for a second before darting to the window on the other side of the trailer, all but jumping over the coffee table and peaking behind the curtains. The usually familiar sight of the trailer park makes his skin crawl tonight, the bright light of the full moon bringing little comfort when he sees there’s… Someone.

Standing there.

Looking at him.

He stumbles back in a hurry, practically falling on his ass. Looking at him, they were— They were looking at him, who the hell was that?!

The split second where he has to gather himself, pushing himself back to his feet, gives his frantic brain enough of a pause to think. ‘Jesus Christ, Munson, get a hold of yourself,’ the carpet feels cold under his bare feet, even as he reaches for the metal bat resting near the door. ‘You live in a trailer park, dude. It’s probably just Mr. Collins getting too high again and forgetting there are bloodthirsty monsters roaming around now.’

As long as it’s not another of those beasts, he’ll take his chances. The front door opens with an uncomfortably loud noise as he steps out, the grip on the bat tightening. It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine.

He turns the corner…

There’s… No one there.

What?

Okay, now he feels he’s losing his mind.

Eddie walks carefully to the spot the shadow was standing, less than a minute ago. It— It was there. They. It? He’s starting to question if it was even a person in the first place. No one could’ve moved so quickly, so silently. He would’ve heard, there’s dozen of fallen leaves thrown around the yard. Where…

Something hits him on the back of the head.

“AH!” He swings the bat so hard it almost flies out of his hands, his eyes wide while they adjust to the dark. No one. What the fuck? “What the fuck?!”

Eddie looks around frantically. Something definitely hit him— light, right on the back of his head, like those annoying paper balls he got tortured by back in freshman year, the motivation behind him constantly sitting in the very last row since then. His foot hits something as he spins in place, and his eyes instinctively dart down. What he finds… Is a small pine cone.

“What…?” He mumbles, so painfully confused. How…

Someone chuckles.

His head snaps up, heart stuttering in his throat from fright. There’s no one there. Not that he can see, at least. He shifts on his feet again, looking over his shoulder— Just for another pine cone to come hurling, hitting his nape. “Ow! Hey!”

Another laugh, more muffled and barely contained. Whoever is chucking these is certainly having the time of their life.

A pinch of annoyance crawls up his chest. Without really thinking, he crouches, not breaking his gaze from the tree line, and once the damn cone is in his hands, he gets back up and chucks it. “Will you stop doing that?!”

A beat passes.

There’s a ruffling in the shrubbery, and Eddie’s grip on the bat tightens. Slowly, almost shyly, another pine cone rolls out from beneath a bush. It bounces once, a few of the seeds cracking, before landing between his feet again. His brows set into a confused frown.

“What…” He eyes the damn thing, then the shadows between the trees, then the cone again. When there isn’t any movement or suspicious giggling, he slowly moves down…

“Greetings.”

A shadow looms over him. Eclipsing the moonlight, covering his only light source. He looks up.

Bright, red, eyes look back at him.

Eddie thinks he might’ve died for a minute. His heart full on stops, the air in his lungs turning into an ice block from pure terror. Like a deer in the glare of the headlights about to be slaying by a terrible wolf, he freezes.

The shadow’s smile widens.

“Are you okay?”

Like a punch to the gut, everything comes back. Every nerve stands, blood rushing and his heart smashing against his rib cage. Eddie jumps, raising the bat with a swing Steve taught him, but it dodges so fast it’s like the metal passes right through it. That same chuckle rings through his ears, and he swings again, again—

Thunk!

Until it’s stopped, mid-motion. A hand grips it, tight, knuckles not even flinching when he tries to pull it back. But the shadow doesn’t tear it off his hands, simply holding it.

“Woah, careful with that,” The shadow mumbles, bringing his eyes up to it’s– their face. “You could poke someone’s eye out with that thing.”

Eddie’s eyes, wide and frantic, pupils contracted into pinpricks, take in the shadow’s face. And in between heartbeats, he feels his cheeks heat for an entirely different reason. They’re terrifying, the lack of blood in their complexion making them seem almost undead, but still— He knows, if he met this person in a completely different setting, he would’ve done a double take.

‘Oh no they’re hot.’

It’s a split second thought, one quickly pushed aside when he notices something else.

The canines in their smirk. Elongated, curved, impossibly sharp.

‘OH NO.’

‘THEY’RE A VAMPIRE.’

Eddie doesn’t even think twice when he lets go of the bat, taking several steps back and almost tripping on a stray rock in his hurry to move away. When he stumbles, though, a deathly cold hand steadies him.

“Wow, okay— Slow down, you’re going to hurt yourself at this rate.” The shadow says, their eyes leaving Eddie’s for the first time since they locked together to glance down to his unsteady feet. The hand resting between his waist and hip feel almost branding, the freezing chill so intense it passes through his W.A.S.P. tee to his skin. Meanwhile, his thoughts run so rampant he feels like he’s two steps from passing out.

Vampires, vampires— this has to be a joke, right? Mind controlling shadow monsters? Hell spawn looking bats? Plausible! He’s seen them! Almost used to them at this point! And this— this person, if he can even call them that, doesn’t look like they’ve been touched by the Upside Down and the remains of Vecna’s influence. No twisted flesh, goo black blood. If it weren’t for the glowing red eyes and fangs, they’d look almost human.

“Who are you?!” His voice is loud on the quiet night, embarrassingly high pitched. When Eddie tries pushing himself off their hold, his heart stutters when all he can do is squirm. It’s steady, firm, and it doesn’t even flinch no matter how roughly he pulls. After a second, they let go. “What are you??”

“Can you please stop screaming?”

“What are you doing in my trailer?!”

“Okay.” The shadow – vampire – sighs, actually stepping back and putting some space between the two. They raise their hands in surrender, like they’re trying to calm a rabid, scared animal, and Eddie instinctively glances towards them. Maybe a part of him expected them to be covered in blood, like the dramatic covers of those terrible Dracula books, but he’s surprised to find just dark painted nails, ends thinned into sharp points. But not at him, not at all.

He looks back into those damned eyes, the sign of mischief from before nowhere to be found now.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” They declare. “I’m not here to cause you, or anyone, any harm whatsoever.”

Eddie could cackle at that. HA YEAH RIGHT!

“Do you really think I believe that?!” He’s two steps away from shouting now, although he stopped trying to run away. Mostly because he doesn’t think he could reach his van in time. “Nice try, Dracula, I’m not falling for that shit!”

The vampire’s eyes lower a little at that, their head moving down as well like they’re trying to make themselves look smaller, less threatening. Or less visible, like a panther about to pounce. Still, their gaze never leaves his.

“What makes you think that?” Their tone sounds like a joke, the same teasing tilt from a minute ago when they were chucking pine cones to the back of his neck– but there’s a hint of something deeper that makes Eddie frown.

“Are you kidding?? Look at you!” He gestures wildly, eyes following his hands which point up and down their form. His own words catch up to him after a second, and the comeback dies at the very tip of the tongue.

“Look at you! As if trailer trash could actually do anything worth while!”

“Of course he’s a Munson. Could tell with a single look at his face. I bet my entire house he’s exactly like his father.”

“Did you see his hair? Yeah, totally a freak. Could tell from a look he’s into Satanism.”

Eddie swallows harshly.

“What are you doing here?” He tries to keep moving, not lingering on the sudden heaviness on the back of his mind.

The vampire hesitates for a beat, eyes still so static on his own it’s like they don’t even blink.

“I saw what you and your group have been doing around town.” Their voice is calm, slow, hands slowly lowering just a little but always making a point to be within his view. “I was passing through and was interested.”

The twitch of his brow is from confusion this time. ‘Saw my group?’ ‘They’ve been watching us?’ ‘Interested?’

“What?”

“I’ve been staying at the motel near the edge of town.” They gesture over their shoulder, jogging Eddie’s memory to the one entrance to Hawkins still open. “I travel around a lot. Happened to stop by. Was out about one night and saw you and some others fighting off a big, inhuman beast. Easy to declare, I got curious.”

Eddie eyes them for a long moment, the silence setting between them once more. Their words settle on his brain, slowly. It makes sense… As improbable as it feels, it makes sense.

His eyes close, instinctively, to try and scramble for a response.

“A-And you came to me?” He asks, and the vampire shrugs.

“You’re the first one I found. I was out for dinner, recognized your van and popped by.”

Simple as that, huh?

Yeah, he doesn’t believe a single word there.

But, if they are true, of course it’d be his luck to be the first to meet the undead newcomer. Very consistent, shitty universe.

“Don’t— Don’t come any closer.” He hates how his voice shakes when he says those words, the rings on his hand glinting in the moonlight when he raises it to try and keep them back. The other slides slowly to his jeans back pocket, reaching for the familiar comfort of his uncle's old switch blade. Something he kept all these years, mostly to keep him safe in those particularly shady deals, and something he hopes, prays, would help him now.

At that, the vampire's smirk returns. Mischievous, playful, borderline cocky. Something, in the depths of Eddie’s chest, tingles, warm. Creeping up his throat with the way they arch an eyebrow, burning up with way their raised hands curl.

“Or what? You’re gonna stab me?” He freezes. How–

A strong wind hits his face, a flurry of fallen leaves kicking up, and a soft voice whispers into his ear.

“Monster hunter.”

Ends on a bit of a cliffhanger because I wanted to post the first chapter on Hallowen and I'm a vry slow writer lol sorry.

I've got a lot planned for this one :] it's been simmering for a while so I hope you guys enjoy the ride as much as I will

WATCH ME PUT AS MANY HOZIER REFERENCES HUMANLY POSSIBLE IN EVERY CHAPTER HAHAHAHAHAHAH

[wowcatboys]

Hooray! Requests are open! And I rush like the wind into your abode with my idea! How about this idea? Heartsteel!Kayn x Gothic singer!Reader? Reader is the leader of the Gothic rock band the band. In their video, as well as in the songs themselves, there is a lot of gloom, mystery, and also a lot of creepy themes. There are a lot of cemeteries, abandoned buildings, etc. And in the main life Reader likes to visit cemeteries and abandoned buildings (just like me. Because there you can relax from the hustle and bustle of the city. Peace and quiet). In the clips, Reader often acts as a vampire. I would like to know the dynamics in their relationship) Thank you very much!)

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: GOTHIC/SINGER PARTNER HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ Light to mid-NSFW sprinkled throughout... couldn't help myself (but I KNOW none of you bonk-deserving DEGENERATES mind much 0-0 ) ♡ TW: Slight Sexual Content ♡Keyes write less than one thousand words about Kayn challenge (GONE WRONG) (GONE SEXUAL) (TOTALLY IMPOSSIBLE)

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KAYN

Yone's the one who "introduced" you to Kayn, in a way. After seeing one of your music videos, Yone had a feeling Kayn might like your style and sent him a link. What Yone didn't foresee was Kayn becoming instantly fucking obsessed with you. But how was he supposed to resist? You, with your blood red lips and your black lace everything and your haunting, creepy voice...how could Kayn be anything but instantly, painfully in love?

Since your group was much smaller than Heartsteel, it wasn't hard for Kayn to get you to notice him. Sure, maybe the guys teased him for DM'ing you around the clock and turning up at all your shows like a damn groupie until you told him he could take you out sometime...but he's the one who bagged the goth hottie in the end, so who's the real winner?

Kayn keeps a mini silver bat keychain clipped to his bag, a constant reminder of you. Even though your aesthetic is gloomy and, frankly, a little ominous, he still says that your little bat is his good luck charm.

Of course Kayn knows that you scream in your songs—he listens to them religiously, after all—but the first time he heard it in person? Holy shit, he got chills. He knows he shouldn't interrupt your band practice. It was already nice enough of you to let him sit in and listen. But he can't. fucking. help it. "That was the hottest shit I've heard in my life," he tells you after you finish the song. "You're so fucking cool." When the band takes a five-minute break halfway through rehearsal, Kayn tugs you into the nearest bathroom and shows you just how sexy he finds you. Needless to say, you get a bit more screaming practice than you bargained for...

Typically, Kayn prefers the stage to the crowd, but even he can admit that being in the audience at your shows is a really fucking good time. The low, moody lighting, the smoke machines belting fog across the stage, groups of your fans proudly sporting plastic fans and screaming the haunting lyrics to your songs? The atmosphere is fucking impeccable. Plus, in a crowd like this, he can easily get away with going full Rhaast. (He's even started a mosh pit or two...or more. Probably best not to keep track.)

Kayn's favorite part of your vampire-ensemble? A pair of silver tooth caps, shaped like fangs (naturally). When he steals you away from rehearsals or pulls you into a dark backstage corner after a show, Kayn's quickly licking his way into your mouth, tongue dancing along the edge of the metal. "Bite me," he often growls into the edge of your ear as you're kissing down his neck. At first you thought he was kidding, so you'd always give him a light nip and then find your way back to his hungry mouth. But, one time, he smacked your ass as you were working the soft flesh of his neck and you, surprised, really bit down—hard. The way Kayn squirmed into you, panting and whining as a dark bruise started blossoming to the surface of his neck, told you that's definitely what he'd been wanting all along.

Since Kayn's been in the industry for a long time, he's a lot more used to dealing with paparazzi than you are. Whenever you come to him for advice on dealing with the cameras and harassment, he scoffs, instantly annoyed. "Oh, those fucking assholes? If you get in their faces enough, they'll back off." Don't worry, though, he'll do the 'getting in their faces' part for you. If you're out with Kayn and the two of you start getting mobbed, he's not afraid to elbow a reporter or two, or break a few camera lenses. Your management is pissed by the bad press, of course, but it's done wonders for your privacy.

Kayn's favorite pet-name for you is his 'baby bat'. He often calls you that after you do something cute. "Ugh, my baby bat," he says, squishing your cheeks with his hand and planting a kiss on your puckered, smushed-together lips. "So fucking adorable."

Your music taste has earned you the great honor of sharing a Spotify account with Kayn. You're the only person he'd ever even consider allowing to add songs to his playlists, or influence what music the algorithm spits through the radio while he's driving. Just don't steal the account while he's listening (he gets pouty).

Whenever the two of you are hanging out Kayn tries to snag your notebook, flipping through for a glimpse at your newest song concepts or music video ideas. He can't help being curious! You're one of his favorite artists (the fact that you kiss him a lot helps with that), so he's always eager for a sneak peek at your next creative endeavor. Your brain fascinates him, and he can't wait to see what ominous project you put out next.

Anytime you've got a photoshoot, count on Kayn to show up. He loves to see you in full vampire-mode, looking flawless in you Tim-Burton-esque makeup and your platform boots. He's got an eye for edgy photography and iconography, too, so he's a great person to draw inspiration from (even if he tends to annoy the photographers—he's not afraid to tell them if their photos are shitty). Some of his best photo ideas? A boudoir-esque shoot centered around a velvet-lined coffin, a Halloween photo-set with charmingly-poorly-carved jack o' lanterns (carving credits to Heartsteel), a birthday party in a graveyard. Not all of his ideas are so extravagant, of course, and some of his best are the most simple. He's taken a simple shot of his neon eye that you loved so much, you made it the cover art for one of your singles.

Kayn has you saved in his phone under a black heart and a bat emoji.

While the graveyard might be a little too quiet and still for his tastes, Kayn's glad to accompany you on trips to abandoned buildings. He's committed arson in explored his fair share of old warehouses and factories, so he knows what to expect when the two of you break into an abandoned building on a date. He's got a full toolkit—flashlights, a crowbar, lockpicks. Whenever you've got to smash a window or crack a lock to move forward, Kayn eagerly volunteers to clear the way. "You know, since I'm a gentleman," he smiles, sweeter than sugar as he kicks down a door. (You have to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at that.) The two of you spend hours wandering through old buildings on your days off, brushing through years of old, quiet dust. When it's time to leave, Kayn breaks a bottle of spray paint out of his bag. He always tags the building before you clear out, one little symbol for each of you; his Rhaast-grinned Heartsteel icon, and a bat next to it.

[sugatrapp]

「 O b s i d i a n 」

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Part I

Pairings: Severus Snape x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Professor Greeves’s infatuation with the potions master reaches a breaking point when he begins spending more time with his assistant.

Warnings: Lovesick reader ~ Jealousy ~ Angst ~ Use of “they” pronouns ~ Non-specified gender of reader

A/N: The last name Greeves is given but reader is otherwise not described.

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Fridays in Advanced Phylactery Making held a special place in Professor Greeves’s heart. Watching awe light up their students’ eyes after separating the metal from their molds never failed to light a fire of pride in them. The hollow pieces were dim and bare bones, but it was a steppingstone to material that would prove useful beyond their studies.

Sanding was next. Each student was equipped with sheets of wet sandpaper as they hunched over their tables and ran them over their soon to be amulets. Greeves had to correct a few eager ones well on the way to sanding a hole in the frames. It was understandable; they’ve been waiting since fifth year to start crafting. Two whole years of learning theory and writing papers on proper amulet usage left plenty of time to weed out bad apples and encourage those with a genuine interest. Much to their surprise, only two students dropped the course while leaving a majority of thirteen.

They couldn’t ask for better students. It was every professor’s dream to have an engaged, well-behaved class every day. They were the talk around the staff room, including from the potions master. One Monday evening while both professors were heading off to dinner in the Great Hall, he expressed his disbelief after hearing of their students’ accomplishments and quick comprehension.

“Some of the seventh years can hardly brew a Wiggenweld potion, let alone craft a talisman,” he grumbled.

It was a normal day in the Hall. The students talked among themselves while forking down their meals. Greeves noticed a little too late that the only available seats were at his usual end of the table. They struggled to contain the warmth rushing through their face and their trembling hands. Talking with the reclusive dungeon bat was rare in and of itself, but sitting near him during mealtimes was unheard of for them. Even in the three years they’d been at Hogwarts, the opportunity had presented itself only one other time, much less desired back then.

Now, as they piled food onto their plate while continuing to speak about their classes, Greeves was aware of their lingering gaze. It wouldn’t surprise them if he could see the hearts shining in their eyes. His deep drawl caressed their soul with feather light fingers, leaving it a purring mess. His obsidian pools drew Greeves in further into their depths each time their eyes met. They seared their skin when they weren’t looking. And his hair, sleek and majestic, aroused the urge to run their fingers through it.

To say they were smitten was an understatement.

His perfect lips were saying something, yet no words reached their ears.

They wiped the serene smile stretching across their face, attention planted firmly back in the present. Hopefully they weren’t as obvious as they were back then. After a few laps around the rows of tables, the clock hanging above the door signaled the end of class and the end of the school week.

“Great work today everyone. Please bring your projects to my desk and don’t forget to clean your workstations,” they looked pointedly at the student notorious for leaving her area in a whirlwind. She blushed before sweeping her metal shavings into a bin. The rest scrambled to collect their things and turn in their work.

“Next week we will learn how to infuse them with magic, so make sure to begin reading the section in your textbooks,” they called to their retreating forms.

Excited chatter settled over the group, continuing down the hall. While they pondered their plans for the weekend, Greeves had their own to attend to. They opened their bottom desk drawer, retrieving a small drawstring bag. They turned it over in their hand then stowed it away in their pocket with a deep breath. Very big plans indeed.

An embarrassing bounce plagued their steps on their way to the Great Hall. Their stomach growled angrily at their insolence, empty since the lackluster biscuit and jam breakfast they had. They couldn’t entirely blame waking up later than usual. No, the nerves from haunting thoughts of a certain dark-haired man are partially to blame.

Before he grew to tolerate them, Severus hadn’t made it easy to get close to him. Asking him a simple question about his day seemed like a crime. Greeves could admit they didn’t trust others easily either, but there came a time when they had to realize not everyone had bad intentions. They didn’t know why he was so cautious. All they knew was they wanted him to take a chance on them.

The usual cacophony of chatter greeted them as they entered the Great Hall. A couple of students waved at them while they walked down the aisle, which they reciprocated with a smile. It eased their mind slightly from the task at hand.

It’s not a big deal, they thought, just say you want to talk to him about something privately. But would that be too forward? Too weird? Would he want to talk to me at all? They were so lost in their head that they didn’t realize the seat beside him was already occupied. They almost choked on their next breath. There she was, Clara—his newly appointed potions assistant—munching away on grapes while talking to him. Her animated manner of speaking was hard to ignore. Some days it was infectious to a degree.

Today was not one of those days.

When Clara first joined the Hogwarts staff, Greeves didn’t mind her jovial company. It made grading and trips to Hogsmeade more interesting. The stories she told of her muggle life in America fueled their desire to visit it one day. She made an honest effort to get to know each of her colleagues. Though not everyone appreciated her chipper attitude. Severus scoffed at any mention of her. He gave her the treatment he gave every newcomer: one-word answers and avoidance like they were diseased ridden. Clara didn’t heed their warnings about his standoffishness, pacing furiously in their classroom one day with a frown that didn’t fit her face.

“I mean, he didn’t even let me finish what I was saying!”

Greeves recalled similarly their time as a newbie. They didn’t fully accept him brushing them off either, but they learned when not to push him too hard. Clara, not so much.

“Don’t be too upset,” they patted her shoulder before going back to putting up supplies. “He’s like that with everyone.”

“But I want us to be civil at least. He won’t even give me the time of day!”

Greeves smirked, vaguely remembering having the same conversation with Professor McGonagall.

“He’ll come around eventually. Just don’t bombard him so soon, okay? Ease into it.”

She paused her frantic movements to ponder their words then nodded, a determined expression replacing her frown.

“Okay. Thanks, Professor.”

They wouldn’t have bothered if they knew it would lead to that. Their heart pounded against their chest harder the closer they get to the head table. He didn’t look annoyed or even mildly disinterested. He was actually engaging with her. They rounded the table, pausing to address them.

“Hello Clara,” it came out more strained than they intended. “Professor.”

Greeves barely paid attention to her cheery response and focused their attention on him instead. He glanced over for a second and gave a polite nod.

Ouch. It felt like their every move was being ridiculed and scrutinized as they took the available seat next to Professor McGonagall further down the table. They greeted the older woman and made a bit of small talk between bites of pasta. They went into autopilot mode. They didn’t fully comprehend what they or Minerva were discussing. All they could linger on was the fact that Clara had waltzed in and wormed her way into Severus’s good graces much faster than them. Much faster than they had heard from the other professors.

A sudden giggle reached their ears, startling them from their trance. They looked in that direction, regretting it immediately. Clara was cackling at something he said. But what really left their heart heavy was the expression on his face. His fine lines were smoothed out, the corner of his lips raised in a half smile, and a glint in his eyes that reminded them of stars on a moonless night. They never saw him look so…placid.

Greeves sighed, long and defeated. They turned back to their plate where they’d been pushing and prodding at their food. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea to talk to him after all.

“Are you alright, dear?” Minerva interrupted their spiraling thoughts.

They blinked, quickly forcing a smile when the question registered.

“Of course, Professor. Just thinking about the assignments I have left to grade.”

They took another bite of food to sell the lie though grimaced afterwards. It had gone cold. Minerva took one look over her shoulder at what they had been transfixed on before a knowing smirk tugged on her lips.

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with a certain professor, would it?”

“No-No, not at all!”

Even they didn’t believe the lie. Their half-hearted denial fell on deaf ears.

“You should tell him how you feel.”

“And if he doesn’t feel the same?”

She placed a warm hand on their shoulder. “Then you’ll know, and you won’t be tormented by constant what-ifs.”

They were still unsure, yet groups of students heading for the exit let them know they didn’t have long to decide. From the corner of their eye, they saw Severus taking his leave, his cloak billowing behind him. Clara was nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps Minerva was right. It made sense for them to get along. It would be counterproductive if they despised one another while working together so closely. Or maybe Greeves was setting themselves up for heartbreak. Maybe they were closer than typical colleagues. Either way, they knew they had to do something.

They had to know for sure.

They thanked Minerva for the advice before heading off to their chambers to freshen up.

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Unfortunately for them, patrol duty didn’t wait or care about their prior plans.

The halls were calm apart from the stragglers they caught sneaking around with firecrackers. It was even worse since they now had to serve them with a lengthy detention sentence on Monday. After escorting them back to their respective common rooms, they realized they weren’t far from the potions’ classroom. Past curfew or not, Greeves could count on Severus doing some late-night grading or reading. They figured a slight deviation wouldn’t hurt.

They fished the drawstring pouch from their pocket, a faint blue glow emanating from it in the dim lighting. On they walked toward the dungeons, feeling the gradual shift of temperature to a biting chill. They gave themselves a pep talk the entire way that did nothing to slow their doubts.

The door came into view, left cracked open which he only did when he expected them to drop by. Did he notice their not-so-subtle staring at dinner? Had he been aware of their affection for him the whole time?

They bit their lip as they approached the door, raising their fist to knock when a voice that wasn’t his slashed their resolve.

“It’s refreshing to know someone who’s into the same things as I am. You wouldn’t believe how much I was teased for being a teacher’s pet.”

Clara, Greeves frowned. What was she doing here? They willed their heart to quiet for fear of anyone hearing, leaning closer to hear his response.

“It’s nothing against you personally. Others only fear and envy what they don’t understand.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

“My early days were no walk in the park either, but you can’t dwell on the past lest you prove them right. You have a brilliant mind and potions are a viable medium, personal bias aside of course.”

“That means a lot, Severus.”

Heels clicked further away before a pin drop silence settled in. With feathered steps, they inched the door open enough to see what was happening. The moment their eyes focused, they gasped and covered their mouth with both hands. The pouch hit the ground with a muffled clack. They…

A hellscape realized was the only thing close to describing the scene. Their blurry forms pulled away from each other as they questioned the noise, one of them starting towards Greeves. They forced their legs to work, casting the disillusionment spell then taking off running. Patrol forgotten, they didn’t stop until they reached their chambers. Only when the door was closed and securely locked behind them did they allow the building sob to escape. They slid down the doors length until they were on the floor, hiding their face behind their knees.

At least they finally got an answer.

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[prime-adeptus]

it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me

Everything feels better when Genji is with you.

( genji shimada x gender-neutral reader | ~0.8k words )

content: emotional hurt/comfort, some fluff, established relationship (can be read as either romantic or platonic, whichever you’d prefer :)) genji loves u <3

etc: divider by cafekitsune; tagging @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network @ghostqueue; cross-posted on ao3

“I have not seen you around recently.”

You look up to find Genji leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Quite some time has passed since you first met him. If you were younger, you would’ve jumped out of your skin at his unexpected arrival, but you didn’t. Instead, you didn’t bat an eye, far too jaded to be surprised by anything anymore.

“I’ve been busy,” you say.

Your words feel practised, dishonest, though they aren’t entirely false. Between the increasing Null Sector attacks and the pressure Soldier: 76 has been putting on you, time has felt like it’s been slipping out of your hands. You wish you could be as uplifting as Lena, or maybe as relaxed as Cassidy. It’s never been in your nature to relax, you suppose, having been raised in a disciplinarian family. Yet here you are, curled up in your blankets as you wallow in self-pity, looking the most pathetic you ever have in front of him. 

He doesn’t seem bothered by it, something you can’t decide whether to feel thankful or upset about. Guilt begins to seep into your system as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. As if he can sense your spiral into pessimism—he probably can, he’s known you for long enough—he laces his fingers with yours, the metal cool against your skin.

A beat of silence passes.

“Genji?” 

He hums, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t like him seeing you in such a state. Genji caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. It’s hard to discern what he’s thinking. He’s been keeping his mask on more frequently, just out of habit, but a part of you wishes you could just see his eyes on you one more time.

“I know you didn’t mean to ignore me,” he speaks up, turning his head in your direction. “But I have missed you. That’s why I came here.”

You manage a weak smile. “I missed you too.”

“Cassidy has been asking for you as well.” There’s an amused lilt in his voice. “He said it’s sad not having his favourite sharpshooter around.”

That gets a chuckle out of you. “His favourite sharpshooter?”

“Yes. And mine too.”

Heat rises to your cheeks at how easily he says it. The fact that he’s holding your hand isn’t helping much, either. Still, it amazes you how a simple two words can make you feel the lightest you’ve ever been. You missed this. You missed him.

“Don’t say it like that,” you mumble, flustered. “I’m trying to mope, Genji.”

“I am not allowing it.” He lets go of your hand and you’re already missing his touch, your bottom lips slightly jutting into a pout at his sudden movement. It doesn’t last long, though, now that he’s shifted his position so he’s laying his head on your lap. “And I was only telling the truth.”

“Shut up.” There’s no actual malice in your words. Even without your other hand coming down to cup the side of his face, you think he knows that very well too. “You can’t just come in here and get me all soft and mushy, you know. You’re so mean.”

“I am mean?” he retorts in mock offence. “I tell you that I miss you, but I am mean.”

“Yeah. The meanest.” You giggle, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a gentle kiss on it. With a pleased sigh, you feel your worries ebb away and let yourself sink into the comfort he brings you. “I’ll probably come back tomorrow. I’m feeling better anyway—”

“You will come see me first, yes?”

You playfully nudge his head away, avoiding his gaze again because somehow it’s like second nature for him to make you feel this way. Like you’re a blushing protagonist of a romance story. In a last ditch attempt to keep your cool, you clear your throat and say in the most deadpan tone you can muster.

“Actually, I think I’ll see Winston first.”

“You would prefer him over me?” You can practically hear him sulking. “And you say that I am mean.”

You find yourself smiling at how natural it feels to fall back into this kind of rhythm with him despite all your setbacks and isolation. It makes your heart swell in joy, being cared for and understood by someone like him. 

“Hey, get up,” you urge him gently. He does so without question, though he still tilts his head at you curiously. You scoot forward, finally leaving the mass of blankets to throw yourself in his arms, pressing a kiss to where his cheek would be. “I love you, Genji.”

He lets out a content sigh. “I love you too. You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

You fall into a comfortable silence. In the embrace of the one you love, you’re slowly lulled to a peaceful slumber until he speaks up again, this time sounding genuinely concerned.

“But you will come see me first tomorrow, right?”

Your laughter is all he hears.

[ctheathy]

Hi! 👋👋👋

Could I request headcanons (in a separate post ofc) Sails and Mangey x Reader that travels with Sonic across Shatterverse? Because I noticed that you are planning to write such headcanons with Nine and I, although I adore that traumatized fox with anger issues, I would love to read headcanons with these two because they are terribly underrated 😔.

(I apologize for any spelling mistakes, my native language is not English 😭).

Sails w/ Reader that travels with Sonic

Sails x Reader

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note: Aah, yes~!! I personally love Sails and Mangey, they should certainly get some more content and love from the fandom itself.

Mangey’s version

Sails/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Slight thalassophobia [Fear of the ocean] mentioned for Reader

The way you two would meet most likely wouldn’t differ much from how Sonic had. Creating quite the tight aura at first sight, but this luckily passes as quick as it goes. Leaving it behind while starting over your gathering. You would feel your interest drawn towards especially the only two-tailed fox in the crew of pirates, and the feelings certainly seem to be mutual. Would playfully continue to call you scallywag or land lover instead of your real name just in order to tease and mess with you. It’s almost like the two of you have this little click and bond with one another right off the bat, and the others cannot help but be in awe at the sight. He would show you everything about his and his crew’s life as pirates, constantly pulling you around for yet another of his adventures.

If you just so happen to be seasick easily or have a fear of the deep oceans from below, Sails is going to be by your side through the entire ride. He doesn’t leave you out of his eyesight for one single minute and he allows you to spend most of your time around the crow’s nest with him. He’d stick especially close and be rather touchy with you during the process, while actively trying to cease any potential stress and anxiety. He’d especially just pick you up and fly above the waters in order to make you feel better about all of it. His metallic hand always seems to be entangled with your own in one way or another, no matter the current situation you’re in or the distance between you both.

As soon as you get the slightest bit cold on the ship, most likely due to the higher levels of breezes and wind among the ocean; Sails will insist that you wear his bandana. He’d quite literally force it around your neck in order to try and keep you warm, knowing he won’t be bothered by the cold at all due to his thick fur coat. If you still happen to reject his offering, though? He’s going to take it to the next step and just cling to your side for the rest of the day, hugging you to try and keep your temperature the exact same as his. It’s quite the amusing and entertaining sight for the others to see to say the least, with the fox just clinging to you for the time being. A small yet effective way in your bonding. His excitement being very much visible when doing so as well,

as he truly seems to enjoy his time more in your company.

[munsonshire]

Valentine's Day with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (gender neutral) Warnings: you're free to use this in your fics as long as you give credit to me like "ic: munsonsshire" or "idea by: munsonsshire"

He never really asks you to be his Valentine's, because you're already dating and he assumes that you're going on a date or something.

So he forgets to ask you out on a date till like february 13th, then he will run through the school trying to find you to ask you.

And you'd act as if you've made plans or something just to see him suffer a little and then say yes to whatever he has planned.

I mean, its Eddie, the most romantic thing he'll think of is probably going somewhere to blast music, smoke and watch the stars

He does get you presents, I can imagine that its either a bat plushie with a little hellfire shirt "to remind you of me" or a mixtape with all your fave songs (all metal ofc)

Will also get you your fave snacks or some chocolates

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

omg for a guilty gear request, how about baiken x gender neutral reader? maybe u could write about her teaching her partner how to fight ...

Ha Ha! Finally! my first Best Samurai ask!

NOW YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Baiken Teaching You How To Fight!

Right off the bat, Baiken, really, really, REALLY! Didn’t want to be doing this.

She doesn’t even want to imagine you being in a fight.

Too many things could go wrong.

Way too many things.

But Baiken also knew that if you got into a fight without her around the possibility of going bad was higher than if she had taught you what little she could.

So, after a massive amount of deliberation, arguing with herself, and a lot of panicking over the decision…

She decided to teach you, and Delilah, how to fight.

Nothing like her or the few other swordsmen she knew of like Nagoriyuki or Kliff Underson god rest his soul.

But enough for the both of you to get by in a scrap if needs be.

She really hoped it never came to that though.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Your mock blade collided with Baiken’s who parried the blade away and swung her sword which you barely slipped under.

Delilah came from behind, trying to sneak attack Baiken who easily weaved out of the way and countered by throwing her a ways away.

This however gave you a chance to strike.

As you could probably tell though, it didn’t go as well as you would think and you ended up sprawled out next to Delilah.

“Owwwwwwww…” you groaned.

“Why are you so mean to us mother?” Delilah asked in pain.

“It’s tough love Delilah, ya can’t rely on Bed forever.” Baiken retorted.

“And me? What did I do?” You asked.

“Ya were stubborn about getting to know me, so now you get to enjoy the fruits of yer labor.”

You let out another groan.

Soon the familiar sound of Bed rolling to carry you and Delilah inside entered your ears.

You still weren’t totally sold on the still extremely glitchy robot, but Delilah promised that he wouldn’t try to burn the shops down after one of the tables broke and in turn broke her foot so it would have to do.

You and Delilah both happily groaned as the cool metal frame wrapped one arm around each of you to cart you back home.

Baiken shook her head as she walked behind Bed.

“I’m glad the two of them get along well, Delilah ain’t the easiest gal to get along with. Not to mention Bed.” Baiken thought to herself before speaking.

“The two of ya did well today. Tonight, we’ll eat out, my treat.” Baiken told the two of you who immediately perked up.

“You hear that Delilah?” you asked, flabbergasted and wanting to make sure you heard right.

“I did, mother is going to let us eat out!” Delilah responded in the closest thing to excitement she could muster.

“Oi! Don’t be so surprised!” Baiken hissed, a vein in her head throbbing in anger.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

That night, true to Baiken’s word, she took all of you out to eat.

True, you and Delilah felt like you got hit by Sol in dragon install, but it wasn’t too bad.

That was a lie, it was agonizing pain.

Still, the food was good.

So good in fact that Delilah actually ate so much she got tired from it.

And that leads to the current situation you are in now.

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Delilah quietly snored as you carried her on your back while walking next to Baiken.

“*Yawn* That was some good food!” you tiredly exclaimed.

“You better not fall asleep on me, I'll leave ya in the streets if ya do.” Baiken told you gruffly.

“Aw! I enjoy your company too!” You happily responded to Baiken’s gruff statement.

In response to this, Baiken quietly muttered under her breath “Only “enjoy?” I’m gonna have to fix that.”

“You say something Baiken?” you asked.

“Nothin for you to be hearing, and shouldn’t you be focusing on keeping yer eyes open?” Baiken told you, dismissing your question.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Baiken is a gruff person.

She might not show it often, but she loves you dearly.

And everything she does with you, is representative of that.

She might not have Anji’s charisma.

Or Jam’s energy.

Or Haeyun’s cuteness.

But she does have a stubborn streak a thousand miles wide and wears her heart on her sleeve when around those she loves.

Baiken might not tell you, but her training is the best way she can show you how much she cares.

Because Baiken is a gruff person

A hard person.

A kind person.

A caring person.

And even though it's hard for her to show that, she has her ways of doing so.

[onecantsimply]

Hi. I'm back. After like a month or two. Maybe more of not updating, I'm back. I've basically been doing things on Wattpad and Ao3, but I've never took the time to go on here unless I needed to take in my daily dose of Jack content. For once that I didn't update... that's my bad LOL-

Okay. I’m doing a JTR oneshot on here- I discussed something with my best friend over on Discord- And I want to try it on here just to give a sample-

So I present to you... Metal Bat, the Yandere JTR Jikenbo x GN Reader I actually want to update lol-

This is basically a Goro Majima Reader x Yandere JTR Jikenbo characters. But be aware that Reader is already in a relationship. With Jack. And he will not let them go HH-

Characters like Kiryu and Jack do not belong to me, nor does the concept of Majima belong to me.

Now that we're done with that... let's get this going.

Warnings: Some violence, Gender Neutral Reader, Reader being addressed as Sir because "Mx" sounds too weird in a non-disrespectful way, Reader being crazy because they're basically Majima-

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"Wh-Who are you?" A male mumbled to a black haired man who carried a suitcase of money. 

"I saw that shit, Kiryu-chan!" Another person's voice spoke. The pair looked towards it, seeing someone carrying an umbrella over their shoulder with a grin. They had an eyepatch over their right eye, as well as a suit over their figure. "M-Mx-?! Kiryu-?! You mean..." The first man mumbled. "Yep! The Dragon of Dojima, Kazuma Kiryu-chan!" The black haired man silently bowed his head. "It's been a while, Sir (Y/n)." Kiryu spoke as the person in front of him chuckled, the two men behind them following after with soft glares over their faces. "Put a lid on the formal shit. Heard you were gonna head up yer own family soon." They spoke while walking around Kiryu to the man on the floor. "By the way... this bar over here." (Y/n) looked up at a building. "That's where your sweetheart works, right? And I hear she's real easy on the eyes. Everyone's sayin so." (Y/n) continued to walk around Kiryu's figure. "They all just want in on the action!" He stayed silent with his same expression as he saw the person lean in. They then looked back at the man on the floor. "Anyways, whaddya wanna do with this fool?" He jolted. "I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you, Sir Kiryu!" He shook his head. "No, it's fine." The male spoke. "Too soft, Kiryu-chan! Soft as a marshmallow! You gotta make things right! Like this!" 

(Y/n) whacked their umbrella into the man's face. 

"I ain't even done!" 

They continued to smack their umbrella down on the unfortunate man's face again and again. 

(Y/n) then turned the umbrella around, aiming to stab the man right in the face. 

Well, that was until their wrist was suddenly grabbed, stopping the man from his own possible death. 

"The hell?" (Y/n) glared at Kiryu. "He's had enough." The male replied. "But I was only doin' it for you." The person tilted their head with barely saddened eyes. "And I say it's enough, so-" Kiryu was cut off. "Oh...? Well, fine then." (Y/n) nodded. "But when ya get your own men, you're gonna have to lay down the law. Let's roll." The person turned as their men did the same. "Yeah. I'll keep that in mind." Kiryu replied. "But..." This made (Y/n) stop. "Huh?" They looked back at Kiryu. "But what?" They questioned. "I'm going to do things my own way." Kiryu answered. (Y/n)'s eyebrows seemed to furrow as they walked towards the male. "And what way is that?" They questioned. "It'll be the right way." Kiryu answered. "The hell? You tryna start shit?!" (Y/n) leaned closer to him, their remaining eye glaring into his face. "I'll fight ya right here, right now!" They spoke. "No." Kiryu firmly answered as he stood his ground. "I've got no reason to fight you." He spoke. "There's no point." He added. 

(Y/n) immediately slapped the male across the face. 

"How 'bout now?" They questioned with a grin. "That enough reason to fight?" The person asked again. "... If I've made you angry, Sir (Y/n), I apologize." This response only seemed to irritate the person even further. "What was that?" They questioned. 

(Y/n) then whacked Kiryu across the face with their umbrella. 

"C'mon! Show me you've got some balls and fight back!" 

He received another hit to the face, making blood trickle down the side of his head. 

"And with that... Are we done here?" Kiryu questioned. "Huh?!" (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed yet again as they tossed their umbrella off to the side. They then took out their Demonfire dagger, pointing it up to Kiryu's face. He stood entirely firm without any sense of hesitance. "You talk tough... But I wonder how long that'll last." (Y/n) spoke. 

(Y/n) pulled their knife back before stabbing it at Kiryu's face. 

Yet, he stayed entirely still, his figure still entirely still. 

Just like a statue. 

As (Y/n) expected... 

"... Whatever." They sighed as they tilted their head. "No point? You're just makin' things harder on yourself. Deprivin' yourself for no reason." (Y/n) slightly leaned towards Kiryu while sheathing their dagger. They then placed a hand over his shoulder. "You think the world gives two shits about if there's a point or two? Keep that up, and it'll break ya." 

(Y/n)'s eyes somewhat reflected of sadness. 

"You can see it however you want. But... Nothing you can say is going to change my mind." Kiryu answered. "... No matter what happens?" (Y/n) tilted their head again. "... Right." Kiryu nodded. The person took a few steps back with their arms crossed in thought. But in a simple minute, they grinned while looking at him with clear mischievous intent. "You got it then! I'm gonna see those ideals of yours to the end! I'll have my remaining eye on ya 24/7!" Kiryu could feel his brows somewhat furrow with confusion. "What?" He questioned. "And then, when there's a point... Are ya gonna be willing to fight me?" (Y/n) leaned forward with anticipation. "... I won't know till the time comes." Kiryu answered. "Hell yeah!!" 

The person clapped their hands before punching their fist into the air. "Then all I need to do is come up with a plan to make ya fight me! Let's bounce, guys!!" They turned to their men with a laugh as they bowed their heads. (Y/n) walked past them before stopping, looking back at Kiryu. "See ya soon, Kiryu-chan! Looking forward to some fun!" He only stared with narrowed eyes as (Y/n) continued to walk out of the alley. "Man, this is gonna be sweet!" They jumped into the air before clapping one side of their foot with the other. 

- Later on - 

It was now night time within London, with (Y/n) silently walking down the dark streets. Rain showered down on the surfaces of the ground and the roofs as the person continued to make their way down the soaked streets. They could both hear and feel the pattering of the rain on their figure. It felt... odd. Weird. It didn't feel right. The person then continued to walk forward as they heard men ushering prostitutes towards them. Some had played along as others immediately walked away. (Y/n) then made their way towards a certain house. As they walked towards the window, they saw a silver haired man cooking something. A post it note was beside him on the counter.

(The man kept that. -(Y/n))

They softly chuckled before tapping on the window. The man looked back, only to stop once he saw them grin faintly. He only smiled in reply while walking over, opening the window. "You could have used the front door, Dearest." He spoke. "So? It was easier gettin' your attention like this, Jacky." (Y/n) crept in through the window before shutting it behind them. "You're drenched!" The silver haired man spoke with worry. "Eh? This? Nah, don't worry about that." (Y/n) smiled. "You'll get sick! You brung an umbrella. Where is it?" Jack questioned. (Y/n) stopped. "Ah... Wanna leave that for later, Prince?" They answered with a question. "That's the fifth one you've lost, (Y/n)." The man sighed. "Ah, come on, Prince." They walked over to him. "I was talking to Kiryu." Jack looked towards (Y/n). "Do you mean whacking him?" He questioned. "You know me so well." They smiled as well before they looked back at the food. "Watcha cookin', Prince?" They questioned. "I planned on serving this to you when it was actually ready. However, you got home a little earlier than I thought." Jack smiled faintly. "Oops?" (Y/n) arched an eyebrow. "The only thing you need to say that for is being drenched and getting the floor dirty." They looked down at the ground. "... Oops." Jack gently pushed them out of the kitchen. "Go take a shower." He spoke. "Fine, fine." (Y/n) took off their shoes before heading up the stairs.

Whilst they had done so, Jack had continued to cook.

It didn't take long until (Y/n) had came back down with more casual wear. "My Dear... Why do you wish to wear that?" Jack questioned. He turned off the stove before gently adjusting (Y/n)'s snakeskin blazer. "Is it not comfortable?" They smirked faintly. "... You know... You don't need to be like this with me." Jack gently placed one of his hands by their face, seeing their smirk slightly drop. "... You know fully well I can see through you like a mirror. What's wrong, Dear?" He questioned.

(Y/n)'s amused expression, as well as the rest of their smirk seemed to drop when they leaned into his figure with a tired sigh. "... Difficult day?" Jack questioned as he gently hugged them close. They silently nodded as the male brushed his hand through their damp hair. He then gently pulled away. "Why don't you tell me about it by the table?" Jack smiled faintly. "Alright, Prince." (Y/n) faintly nodded with a soft smile.

[abrcmswrld]

💨🍃…🤠

Howdy Partner..word around these parts is that you’re open for requests..

Just so happens I got one for ya..if ya can handle it(I know you can I’m just playing into the mean cowboy thing)

So..partner, how’s about you write a comforting Eddie fic. He’s in arkham and reader(who he doesn’t know) comes to pay him a visit, giving him comfort through that glass wall between them. Praising him and telling the little cowpoke what a darn good job he did at Savin that there city from corruption..you can add some more details if ya wants to.

Well..it’s about time I head on outta here Partner..

🌅

🐎

Edward Nashton x Follower!Reader

Author’s Note: Emili my love! Sorry this took so long to put out! In the end I feel it isn’t quite as “comfy” or “fluffy” in a fuzzy way towards the reader but rather comfy in a mutual understanding way towards Edward. I decided to take the reader in a more cunning direction rather than a helpless damsel. As always not beta’d so excuse any errors.

Warnings: None really! Just the reader enabling Edward a bit. Gender neutral reader as well!

The hallways of Arkham are grim and dull. Grey concrete walls surround you and the sound of your feet tapping against the floor with each step bounces off the walls and echoes into your ears.

It hadn’t taken much to get in. The guards had denied you multiple times, but it turns out all it takes is enough cash and a pretty smile.

It makes you feel powerful as they walk you into the bleak room. You observe the metal door that separates you and the room you presume Edward Nashton is held in.

You pull your sunglasses from your eyes as the barrier blocking your view is lifted, and there he is. He's doesn't look different from his pictures that had been plastered on the news, but you figure his face is not one that would come to mind when someone saw The Riddler.

He looks right at you, not through you. "Do I know you?" His voice is soft and pleasing to your ears and you feel yourself getting excited. All of those weeks of watching him through the screen, hearing his voice through that modulator, to the moment you heard that he had been arrested, and you were finally here. You can't help but smile at him.

"No. But that's okay. I know you."

He simply stares and cocks his head slightly. A look of apprehension is plastered on his face. Had he never been praised for his work? Perhaps he was just used to living in a world full of liars.

"I sent you letters. I guess they never came through."

"No. They monitor my mail."

You pout slightly. "They never have an issue taking a bribe for an unsupervised visit. And yet they withhold my letters." You scoff. "Pigs."

He perks up and you can’t help but smile. “I have to apologize. I didn’t follow your orders exactly.” He stares back at you with a questioning look. “Apologize?” You smile and nod. “I knew there’d be carnage in the square. At least one of us had to stay behind, ya know. They’ve got you locked up in this hell like some monster.” You sigh. “But I’m not stupid. I can see the real you.”

“I see a man, a deeply,” You take steps toward the glass pane that separates the two of you. “deeply hurt man. Hurt by the corruption and negligence of this city’s officials.” You place a hand on the pane and take in his stare. “A man hurt by someone he thought he could trust.”

You furrow your brows at the thought of your next words. “I’ve been there too. Tossed to the side like trash, meant to eat the scraps like some alley rat while the big names feast.”

He’s breathing heavy. “I see a man who took initiative when nobody else would.” His gaze softens as you give him a kind smile. “The Bat was a mistake, but you were right about everything else. But it’s not over.”

“It’s out of my hands-“ He starts.

“For now it is. You’re smart enough to figure it out. And in the meantime…We will keep in touch.” He looks unsure as he nods. “Gotham needed a jumpstart and you gave it that. I can speak for all of the others who have followed you to this point, we haven’t quit on you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

You hold a small scrap of paper up to the glass pane, ushering him to write it or remember, whatever he had to do to keep it tucked away. “It’s where you can find me. If I wrong you, take care of it.”

He seems shocked at the gesture and hesitates before placing a hand onto yours, only the thin pane of glass separating the two of you.

“I’ll see you again?”

“You’ll see my again, baby. As long as we can lay low.”

He lets out a small laugh as he smiles up at you through the glass and you can’t help but laugh with him.

[itadores]

take a break.

note: can’t believe this is what is getting me to write LOL. i know there are no x reader works for undead unluck but i started reading the manga recently so it's been on my mind

word count: 1.1k

pairing: tatiana & gn!reader, top & gn!reader, chikara & gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, scene takes place in the beginning of chapter 74, platonic relationships, reader is older than tatiana, top, and chikara (implied that they are an adult), mentions of death

the sight that greets you when you enter the rubber room of the union's headquarters brings a small smile to your face. on the opposite end of the room padded in white foam, top, chikara, and tatiana are chatting away as they train alongside each other.

it brings you some joy that in this difficult life you all lead, they seem to be getting along more and more. hopefully, they grow to trust and rely on one another as comrades and maybe even as friends someday.

your steps are languid as you make your way across the room, doing your best to not disturb the trio. you want to observe the three of them for a little while longer.

tatiana is the first to spot you, the lens embedded in her mechanical armor landing on you. she shrieks your name in excitement, and the large black sphere that holds her within its confines barrels towards you. you continue walking forward, unafraid of the gigantic metal sphere hurtling towards you, and hold your arms up. tatiana stops just short of flattening you like a pancake and uses two of her metal arms to carefully return your hug.

a huff of gentle laughter escapes you. tatiana’s childish excitement whenever she sees you never fails to amuse and endear you to her.

“hello to you too, tatiana.” you peer around her to look at the boys, who are standing still. they must have stopped training once they noticed you were here. "top. chikara," you say punctuating your words with a nod. they return your greeting with one of their own.

feeling you pull away from the embrace, tatiana unwraps her metal arms from around you and withdraws them once more. she rolls behind you as you finally make your way to where top and chikara are gathered. you eye the treadmill that's no longer in use and the small balancing ball near chikara's feet before your gaze lands on the boys themselves. both of the boys have numerous bandages scattered across the plane of their faces, beads of sweat dripping along their hairlines.

"you all have been training very hard, haven't you?" you say approvingly. top preens under your compliment, positively beaming, while chikara shrinks in shyness, the tips of his ears going red.

"of course! we have to get good enough to kick the butts of under's members so we can save fuuko!" top exclaims, fired up. he folds his hands into tight fists, a look of determination crossing his face.

“y-yeah,” chikara stutters, mirroring top’s actions and shakily forms fists with his hands. when chikara looks up at you, there is resolve brewing in his amber eyes. “we’re going to get strong enough to help bring fuuko back.”

“because that’s what friends do!” tatiana pipes up, rolling back and forth in her sphere. she raises both of her silver metal arms in a similar fashion to the boys.

you smile once more.

you place a hand on top and chikara’s heads, mussing their hair slightly. top scrunches his face up in displeasure that you’re messing with his hair, but he doesn’t bat your hand away to make you stop. chikara averts his gaze, his skin tinted pink.

“i believe in all of you. we will bring fuuko back to where she belongs, with us,” you say, having no doubt in the trio. you have full faith in them and their abilities. you only wish that they didn’t have to fight. tatiana, top, and chikara are all so young. children should have the chance to be children. they should spend their days worrying over academics and trivial matters, not over stakes that could mean life or death. but such is the life of a negator.

you shake off such thoughts and continue on.

“but it is time for you to rest for the day. no more training,” you firmly say to which they immediately begin to protest.

“no way!” top objects, drawing away from you and folding his arms over his chest. “we still have so much training we need to do before we face under.”

tatiana and chikara echo what top has said, but their protests die when you hold a palm up, effectively silencing them.

“i understand that you want to train as much as possible before we fight under, but an adequate amount of rest is necessary so you all can be in the best condition possible when that time comes,” you pause, giving them a pointed look. “if you keep on training at the rate you are now without taking any breaks, you’re going to run yourself ragged and will subsequently be unable to perform at your best. what will you do then? how will you be able to save fuuko?”

you know your words are harsh, but it’s the truth. if the kids keep on training, pushing themselves to the absolute limit, they’ll be spent before they can even enter battle. death is nothing new to you as a negator. it has followed you around like a dog and its master ever since your abilities manifested, trailing after you wherever you may go.

you would like to try and avoid any more deaths in your life if possible.

you sigh when you notice the crestfallen expressions on the kids’ faces. maybe, you were too harsh.

“i don’t say this to hurt any of you,” you say, softening your voice. “i only wish the best for you all and that is why i ask that you rest for the rest of today. i will not force you to, but i believe it is in your best interest to take a break and allow your body to rest even if it's only temporarily."

a lapse of silence falls over you all. you wait patiently for their response. you won't - and can't - force any of them to cease their training for the day, but you hope that they know you truly only have their best interest in mind.

tatiana is the first to break the silence.

“if that’s what you think is best, then i’ll take a break. i know you want to save fuuko as much as i do!” she exclaims.

top grumbles in agreement, the tension in his body easing as he uncrosses his arms. “fine, i’ll stop training too.”

“i’ll stop as well.” chikara says, shyly looking at you. “i trust your judgment.”

you smile.

although you suspected that they would cease training after your slight guilt-tripping, you're glad that you were proven correct. “thank you for trusting me,” you say before clapping your hands together, “now how about we cook something up and watch a show altogether?”

a cacophony of sound erupts as top, chikara, and tatiana all voice their opinion on what you all should eat and watch. you simply shake your head in fondness as the three argue amongst each other. despite the nature of your work and the hardships you have all endured as a result of your negator abilities, you're glad that tatiana, chikara, and top have the chance to act like the children they are. even if it's just for a moment.

[redr0sewrites]

Requesting a Kim'dael x gender neutral reader smut involving knife play but no blood if thats okay? (if youre still ok w requests)

YESSSSS I NEED MORE REQS FOR HER OMGGGGGG

🥀CW: smut, knife play, semi-public sex (woods), dirty talk, the usual

🥀minors dni

"shh, doll- be still," Kim'dael's breath tickled your neck as she nipped at your pulse point while pushing her thigh between yours. her red lips trailed down to your collarbone, leaving dark marks and goosebumps in their wake. you shivered as she pulled down your shirt, exposing your upper chest to the cold night air. Kim'dael laughed maliciously, smirking as you squirmed under her subtle touches. your back was pressed against a tree behind you, the rough bark pressing into your skin.

Kim'dael brought a hand up to wrap around your throat, dragging you into an intoxicating kiss. her tongue explored the cavern of your mouth as her sharp teeth grazed your lips. your lovers body slotted against yours, her thigh raising to press against your heat as her free hand tugged at your clothes. suddenly she pulled away, and her nails elongated as she reached towards your garments. you licked your lips, watching in curiosity as she toyed with the hem of your shirt.

"i need this off, my little bat," she cooed, and in a few swift motions, sliced the clothes right of your body. she tugged down your bottoms as well, leaving you bare before her. the cold night air made you shiver and your legs trembled beneath you. the moonlight glittered in Kim'daels eyes as she admired you, her pupils blown wide with lust. her hands returned to your body, one moving to palm your chest and the other reaching to wrap your legs around her waist. you gasped as she lifted you, and she snatched your breath away in a sudden kiss.

Kim'dael's free hand groped your chest as she grinded against you, still fully clothed. suddenly, and idea struck and she lifted you up into her arms, carrying you over to a nearby moss bed illuminated by the moon. "wha- Kim, what are you-" she dropped you down unceremoniously and you swore loudly, however you quieted quickly as she crawled on top of you. "calm down little bat, i just want to try something," she purred, pupils blown wide with lust. "lay still."

you shivered at her command, the damp moss beneath you was much softar than the tree. slowly, Kim'dael unsheathed a blade. the knife glittered menacingly in the moonlight, and she slowly brought it down to rest against your abdomen. you gasped, squirming as the cold metal trailed over your stomach. the thin blade left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, never breaking the skin but teasing you horribly. Kim'dael slowly teased the knife lower, down and over your happy trail and so, so close to your pulsing sex. your thighs trembled as she traced markings into your skin, careful to never truly cut you, but purposefully avoiding everywhere that you wanted her to touch.

One of Kim'dael's hands began to trail teasingly up your leg, traveling from your knee up your thigh and up, up, up to where you wanted- needed her to be. slowly, her hand creeped up towards your entrance, circling your hole with two fingers as she gazed at you intently. the knife rested atop your stomach as your abdomen clenched and flexed with every tiny ministration of her skilled fingers.

"i'm going to need you to relax," Kim'dael commanded, her voice was firm yet calm. one finger slipped inside of your needy hole, slowly working at stretching out your gummy walls. you gasped as she curled her fingers, already building up the pleasure to a wonderful intensity. soon enough, she added a second finger, and your hips jerked upward to grind into her palm.

"what a good pet~" Kim'dael sneered, watching as you rutted up against her hand, only chasing your release. she moved the knife to rest against your throat, watching intently as your eyes widened. you let out a shameful moan, your body reacting to the intoxicating mix of danger and pleasure she was providing.

"aww, are you close? you're a mess doll, just the thought of me hurting you makes you this needy... i wonder what would happen if i actually cut you up next time, hmm?" she purred, trailing the knife lower between the valley of your chest. you mewled, chasing your high as the coil in your abdomen tightened.

"m'close-" you gasped, tiny tears forming in your eyes. Kim'dael laughed at your pathetic mewling, thrusting her fingers deeper into you and curling them just right. "go on then, give me that pretty orgasm." she pulled you in for a sloppy kiss and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she curled her fingers one final time. your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, her tongue pushing itself into your mouth as she guided you through your high.

as your body began to relax, Kim'dael pulls away, sheathing the knife carefully. "did you have fun, little bat?" her eyes narrowed, observing your flushed body and heaving chest. "mhm- it was- wow". she snickered at your jumbled words, leaning in to kiss you again. "we should definitely do this again doll~"

SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT WRITING GN SMUT IS HARD CUZ U CANT DESCRIBE THE ANATOMY<\\3 SORRY IF THIS SUCKS BUT I TRIED!!!! I LOOOOVEEEE KIM'DAEL EHEHE 👹👹👹

[hanii-rose]

✧*MASTERLIST*✧

••Garou••

•Fluff•

Reunited (fluff, slight warning)

Reunited Part 2 (fluff)

How Garou and S/O Met and Started Dating (fluff)

The Big Good Wolf (fluff)

Truth (fluff)

Switching Bodies With S/O (slight warning)

Garou With an S/O Who Has Thick Thighs (slight warning)

A Little Vomit, A Little Love (fluff)

•Angst•

Goodbye Paradise (angst)

•Smut•

Garou With a Breeding Kink (fluff, smut)

Happiness is When I Can Feel You Close (fluff, smut)

Daddy (smut)

Lingerie Fever (fluff, under the cut)

Nipple Play HCs (smut)

HornPub Couple (smut)

✯✯

••Metal Bat••

Reassurance (fluff)

𝕌𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕: 04/19/2022

[quinncupine]

Cat Burglar

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 1,556

Notes: Some domestic fluff, cats, and poor attempts at humor I wrote at 3am

Summary:  When someone breaks into your home during the night, you and Izuku are ready to defend the house...until you realize just what broke in.

Quinn’s Masterlist

A quiet thud woke your already restless sleep. The bedroom was still layered in shades of darkness. Only the last dregs of the lamp lights outside filtered through the slits in the curtains. You half squinted your bleary eyes open, still on the precipice of sleep when another thump echoed from the hall, clearing your still sleep-bogged mind. Something was in the house.

Beside you, Izuku snored softly, dead asleep. It wasn't all that surprising. He'd just come home from working a double. The man took his work seriously; something you usually admired but not when it came at the cost of his health. He probably only had a few hours of sleep under his belt this week so it was best not to wake him if it could be helped.

His arm had found its home loosely wrapped around your stomach at some point in the night, face pressed into your shoulder as he cuddled against your warmth. He was always so affectionate but even more so when he was asleep. It was something you found adorable, and he found flustering whenever you brought it up. The last thing you wanted to do was disturb him when he needed this downtime the most, so as carefully as you could you lifted his arm off and slipped out of bed. Now that your side was empty, Izuku frowned, muttered something incomprehensible, then rolled to the other side.

Another small crash echoed down the hall. This time it sounded like glass breaking. A flutter of anxiety swirled through your stomach as you made your way to the closet where you stored your trusty baseball bat. Hefting the weighty hunk of metal over your shoulder, you crept into the shadows of the hall. Your quirk might not have been all that impressive enough to win a fight, but you had one hell of a swing.

After a few featherlight steps down the hall, focusing on what little you could see of the living room at the end, a hand suddenly fell on your shoulder. With a startled yelp, you put all your power into your swing and spun around, waving the bat like a mad woman. The force you put behind it would've put the pro batters to shame.

"Whoa!" Izuku caught the bat mid-swing as if it were nothing more than a foam toy. "What are you doing?

Blowing a sputtered sigh of relief, you wrenched the bat from his grasp. "You scared me Izuku!" you scolded quietly, clutching your chest. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Why are we whispering? And why are you sneaking around with my bat?"

"I heard something," you said, pointing the bat towards the living room. "So I'm investigating."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because you and I both know you need the sleep." With a grin, you patted your bat. "And I got 'Ole Rusty here."

Izuku quirked a brow, opening his mouth to say something, but another muffled crash came from the direction of the kitchen. He frowned, his defenses kicking into gear, and stepped in front of you, intent on taking the lead. With a frustrated huff, you stepped around him, hiking the bat over your shoulder.

"Y/N," he grumbled, not entirely shocked by your actions. After all, this wasn't the first time you'd taken things into your own hands. "Let me handle this."

"Uh, excuse me," you haughtily scoffed, "but who's the one with the bat here?" Turning a challenging glare on him, you watched as he struggled with what to say so as not to offend you.

A couple of garbled words died on his lips a few times as he debated before he thought better of it and sighed, resigned to your whim. He waved his hand in defeat and with a triumphant smirk, you continued down the hall. It didn't matter that he was a top pro hero with the crazy-powerful quirk. This was your domain…although it didn't hurt to have him as backup…just in case. Regardless, the man could never win an argument with you, something you were quite skilled at by now.

The living room lights were shut off, but through the dim glow coming from the window, you saw the overturned lamp with a ripped shade lying by the sofa. One of the curtains had been torn off the rod, piled in a heap by the open window. That must've been the entry point for whoever dared to intrude in your home.

With a few overly dramatic hand signals you'd picked up from a movie, you proceeded to the kitchen. Izuku cocked his head, completely at a loss on what you just did, but followed closely behind anyway. The entryway into the kitchen was dim with only the oven light to go by. A large shadow stretched across the floor before quickly racing to the other side of the room. This was it. Someone really was in there. Squeezing the bat tightly in your hands, you glanced behind you to make sure Izuku was still with you, then made your move.

Stepping up to the threshold, you flicked on the lights. The bat raised over your head, and you leaped into the room with a war cry.

"FREEZE!"

Dishes rattled from one of the cabinets before a few cups fell out and shattered on the counter. The door burst open and a small black ball shot over onto the island and scampered towards you like a dart. Yelping, you ducked down just as it soared above you, and clashed into Izuku in a fit of indignant hisses.

The poor man stumbled back, nearly tripping over his bare feet as he struggled with the angry ball trying to attach itself to his face. After a few attempts, he managed to detach the claws hooked into his skin and held the wriggling cat at arm's length while the small feline struggled to free itself in panicked alarm.

"Aww, it's just a sweet little kitty," you dropped the bat and walked over to the two.

"Sweet?" Izuku gave you a delirious look as he strained to keep his grip on the wailing creature. "You call this sweet?"

"Oh please," rolling your eyes, you easily grabbed the cat by the scruff who immediately calmed down and went limp in your arms after a few gentle pats to the head. "You're not scared of this little cutie pie are you?"

"How did it even get in here?" He ignored your question, crossing his arms.

"Oh," pointing to the open window in the living room, you gave him a sheepish smile. "I think I might've forgotten to close that window before we went to bed. He must've climbed in." The cat snuggled into your arms with a deep purr. "Where'd you come from little guy? Are you hungry?"

"Hold on, if you feed it, it's only gonna keep coming back."

"Oh, hush. You're just upset 'cause a cute wittle kitty cat bested you in your jammies."

"It surprised me I didn't- why am I even arguing this?" His face flushed as his argument spluttered into embarrassed mumblings. "Does it have a collar?" He finally settled on.

"I'm pretty sure it's a he." You cooed at the little cat who had nuzzled his face into your chest, practically melting in your embrace. "And no, he doesn't."

"Y/N, you know he can't stay, right?"

"Oh come on, you're really going to turn down a cute face like this?" Holding the cat up to his own face, you stuck your lip out in a pout. "Have a heart, hero!"

"Did you see what that cute face did to my cute face -" he paused, realizing what he just said, and shook his hands wildly. "Wait, no I meant- I'm not- well, you know what I mean!"

Seeing him crash and burn in his own words had you giggling. "Are you threatened another man is gonna take over the house?" you teased, cradling the cat. "Aww, honey, it's okay. I'll still love you too."

It was his turn to roll his eyes dramatically, but a small smile did quirk up on his lips, matching his bright red cheeks. "Fine…but we're going to figure out if he already has a family before you start adding him to the will."

"Oh, don't listen to him," you babbled to the purring cat. "He's just embarrassed. Come on kitty, let's get you something to eat."

"I'm not emb- it's the…I…" he was once again struggling for the right words. It didn't take long for him to give up and let out a breathy sigh.

"Go to bed, Honey." He blinked when you kissed him on the cheek, running your thumb lightly over the tiny scratch there. "I can handle it from here."

He thought about arguing some more, but there was no changing your mind once something was decided. Especially with the way you were lovingly staring with those giant doe eyes of yours at the little black furball purring away in your arms. Closing his eyes, he ran a tired hand down his face and wordlessly turned back to the bedroom, resigned to welcome the newest member of the family tomorrow, and he would definitely need his sleep for that.