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chronicbeans · 10 months ago

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Platonic Alastor x Maladaptive Daydreamer Reader

Hehe not me self-projecting again! Anyways, these are kinda based on my own experiences, but I'm trying to make them more generalized.

TW: Maladaptive daydreaming, escapism, dissociation, mentions of depression and anxiety, brief mentions of compulsive behavior/OCD, invasion of privacy, manipulation, peer pressure, yandere-ish behavior (I believe he defaults to those behaviors, no matter the type of relationship), mention of cannibalism (this is Alastor we're talking about...), Alastor is a shitty toxic friend in this

• He's absolutely fascinated by the way your mind works. Even before he knows what is going on, or begins to get close to you, he can tell you are an interesting person. The way you look so distant, like your mind is checked out and flying to far off places without you, is something he hasn't seen before. He wants to pick and prod at your brain to see what's going on.

• He doesn't want to do so the easy way, though. No. Instead, he wants to drag out this process for as long as possible, and make sure you twist and squirm all the while. He loves to make people uncomfortable, after all! That's his specialty, in his opinion, besides his radio show.

• He'll start off with introductions, of course, which is probably when he first got interested in you. That dreamy look isn't so easy to see from a distance, after all. The second he looked into your eyes while shaking your hand, though, it became obvious. How hadn't he seen it before? If he saw this look when he first entered, he would've talked to you first out of the crew at the Hazbin Hotel. Well, besides Charlie... But, that's just because she owns the place.

•The uncomfortable prodding starts in an instant. One of his first questions after getting your name is not "What made you want to come to the hotel?" or "What can you provide to help the hotel?" It's more like "How did you die?", "What are your major vices?", and "What sin have you committed to be brought to Hell?" He wants to test the waters. See what he can get away with without completely scaring you off. If you run away and avoid him, it'd be harder to learn what he wants, and make you uncomfortable while doing so.

• Regardless of whether or not you answer, you are probably a little put off from him. Not enough to completely avoid him, since you can see how some of those questions might help him help the hotel, but enough to be uncomfortable... Which, in his opinion, is perfect!

• He's great at hiding, so if you start noticing him mentioning things you thought were private, you really shouldn't be surprised. He can, quite literally, hide in the shadows at times. He quickly takes notes of your little habits, including ones you might be embarrassed about.

• He may watch you pacing around your room, mumbling to yourself as if you are playing pretend all alone. Or, maybe, he's hiding over your shoulder while you're writing down some elaborate storyline. Perhaps he's watching you in plain sight, seeing you make a bunch of odd facial expressions at seemingly nothing. He may not know why you do this, but he wants to. He would've suspected some sort of substance use, considering it's Hell. Lots of people do so. However, he's never seen you near anything that would cause such behavior. So, that's off his list, for now.

• So, step 2 of his plan begins! As his good ol' pals Husk and Niffty to try befriending you! Or, at the very least, get information from you that you aren't comfortable telling him. Then, have them report back to him with their findings. Of course, Husk seems agitated by the request, but obliges. Niffty seems more than happy to do as he asks, though. A happy worker is a good worker, so he has more hope in Niffty getting the big story than Husk.

• Surprisingly, though, he's proven wrong. The most Niffty got was your fashion sense, favorite types of stories, and that you are very "quiet". Yes, the fashion and types of stories were new to him... But what he seems important, the reason you act so oddly, isn't there. Husk, however, was able to get a lot more out of you, somehow.

• Husk mentions you talking to him, one night, after he saw you skipping oddly down the hall and pass the bar where he was cleaning the glasses before closing it for the night. You seemed extremely embarrassed to have been seen, mentioning that you thought he was asleep already. He then just, politely asked a few questions...? And got answers? How?

• Alastor immediately demands answers, only for Husk to reply "I don't know how to describe it like they did! Most I understood is that they daydream too much. Seems like it's a constant thing going on. They like to pace and prance while doing so, sometimes, but don't like getting caught."

• Now it begins to make more sense... the writing, the talks about stories with Niffty, the prancing and pacing... and most importantly, that dreamy, distant look you have. He can even see why you'd make odd expressions. You're reacting to your own thoughts... He doesn't understand it. He's never heard of anything like this before, especially during his time as a human, but he can tell one thing for certain: You must be his friend, now. Whether you like it or not.

• You are so different from everyone else he's met, you see, and he loves things that go against the norm. Now, while you may or may not be considered normal or not too different by others, you're different and abnormal to him. You somehow succeed in both being polite, smart, and funny to mess around with, while also barely being able to pay attention to the world around you. He's always thought that those two things were mutually exclusive. How can you learn when you can't stop being in your own head? How can someone be polite and not listen? The funny part, though... He can kind of see that. He finds surprising you be sneaking up behind you and tapping your shoulder funny every now and again. Nevertheless, you are going to be his friend.

• Soon enough, you notice his behavior changing, a bit. Less following you around, less vaguely threatening words, and more... quiet. It's eerie, coming from him. However, you also notice him trying to talk to you about stories and books he's heard and read. Even things he's heard during his human life, such as Creole folktales and other stories he's heard in New Orleans, Louisiana back in the 1920s-1930s. It's a bit like a completely different side to him you never expected to see, and never really wanted to, but you aren't really complaining. It's better than him deciding to terrorize you for fun and him asking invasive questions...

• A little more time passes and he decides to ask about small habits, disguising them as him just now noticing those habits, when he's probably noticed them while spying on you months prior. Nothing too extreme. Mostly just your expressions, how it seems like your attention is somewhere else... Nothing like your pacing, prancing, or acting. He wants to establish that he knows about these tiny little things, and now that you're more comfortable with him, you're much more likely to answer. That way, once he moves onto the bigger, more personal questions, you'll already have been eased into feeling comfortable with it.

• Eventually, you get to the point where you feel comfortable calling him a friend. He's already considered you one since that conversation with Husk, but it's a start. Now, he's gotten the lovely privilege of being able to know more about what's going on in that lovely little brain of yours... well, "little" brain is definitely an understatement. From how you describe your imagination, he'd be led to believe your mind must be as vast as the Library of Alexandria.

• Vast worlds, complicated plotlines, complex characters... you talk of odd tales you've created, all in your brain. Ones you've had in your mind for years, some you came up with on a whim, and others, still, that are still being developed. Stories that have been being created over the span of real life years, ones you started then dropped... All of which are being held in your head, with only a miniscule fraction of it being written onto paper. He's truly impressed, genuinely respecting your odd talent, as he sees it. You've perfected the craft of creativity, while he's perfected the art of talking to an audience. Even better, is that he got to learn whether or not his theory of you taking inspiration from stories you've heard was right. Which explains his sudden mentions of stories he's heard in life.

• Now... if only you'd let him tell some of your stories on his radio show! If you wouldn't like that, then he'd probably ask you to write something for his show. That way, it isn't as personal to you, and you wouldn't even need to be credited if you're embarrassed by it! He could just say a random listener sent it in, and he thought it'd be great to read, to show his appreciation for his adoring fans. The world simply must hear the greatness of your mind, dear, and he is not going to stop annoying politely asking you to write something until you do.

• Another thing he might try is to see if he can figure out why you partake in this little habit of yours. He's never heard of it, though he has asked some sinners and demons if they have. Be it Charlie, Angel Dust, some of the other overlords, or a friend of his we haven't seen or heard of, before. More modern sinners keep mentioning a thing called Maladaptive Daydreaming, describing it as a symptom of other mental health diagnoses... but that's the problem. That fits you, you've mentioned that you know of that and it fits you... but that's also just a symptom. Well, a few argue that it may be its own thing, but it is not an official diagnosis yet. So, for now, he wants to figure out why you do it.

• Is it depression? Anxiety? Do you really want to escape from something, and you're doing so by hopping into that little dream land of yours? Is it some sort of compulsion? You seem to not really be able to control it that well, after all, and others have mentioned links to OCD, as well as other disorders that can cause compulsions. Is it sheer, absolute, chronic boredom? Speak to him, dear! What is it? Do you even know? If not, he'll assume it's the boredom option... for now.

• He's obsessed with you, really. You're his friend, and he's very obsessive over them, in his own way. He is as far away from normal when it comes to showing real affection for others, which wouldn't be bad, if it weren't for the fact that a main part of it is him being absolutely suffocating when he's around. That, and he can be terrifying... He's the Radio Demon, after all! It's just worse for you than his other friends, though, because you are different. Being different is a really important thing for him, really, alongside being polite, smart, and funny. Not required, unlike the last three traits, but it makes you more likely to be his friend. You hit the lottery by achieving being all four, but it must be the worst lottery prize in the world.

• He holds the thought that you should just be friends with him. Now, you don't have to be... but, he'd prefer it. If you really want outside friends, sure! You just can't be friends with his other friends. He claims they'd "taint" you with how violent they can be. Plus, since he's friends with other cannibals, some of which do serve sinner and demon meat to others without telling them, he genuinely does worry about your safety and wellbeing if you met those specific friends of his. For your friends, he wants to meet them. He needs to in order to deem them worthy of being your friend, and to make sure it's not someone he knows and is friends with. You deserve perfection, and who knows perfection better than Alastor, yes? After all, he can see that you're perfect. That is more than enough evidence, dear.

• You're one of the few people who he doesn't mind having your attention not on him. Part of your charm, in his opinion, is your lack of attention. All he asks is that you tell him about a story of yours. What is going on in your head that's so important? Oh, a great war between this and that? A psychological horror? Cities beneath the sea? Tell him about it. He finds it fun! Especially if he can see any possible inspiration from events or other stories. He likes to hear your voice almost as much as he likes to hear his own, which you'll realize is more of a compliment than it might sound like, once you truly get to know him.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year ago

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Actions Speak Louder | Pre-War!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - based off of this post by @thomashelbyswife

Pairing: pre-war!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy’s never one to say sorry…that doesn’t mean that he isn’t though.

Warnings: one bad word

Word Count: 1404

A/N: M, your headcannon immediately sparked this idea. I just had to write it. And I may have gotten a bit carried away. This is the fastest I’ve written something in a long time. Thank you so much for the inspiration!! I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)

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Tommy knew he’d messed up the second he entered his bedroom to see (Y/N) standing at the bedside with her arms crossed and a sour look on her face. The problem was he didn’t know what he’d done.

“Hey,” he tried, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she made sure he’d caught her look before she went about taking off her jewelry and getting ready for bed. Tommy frowned at her lack of response before he shut the door and walked over to her. He said her name in a soft voice, hoping that it would get her to turn.

She continued with what she was doing, not yet acknowledging him. Tommy sighed in response. He tipped his head to the side in thought, thinking of how he could get her to look at him. It wasn’t hard to notice that she was not happy with him. Words weren’t working, so maybe actions would.

He reached out and took hold of her hips, holding them for a second to test the waters. (Y/N) didn’t resoond. So he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him so that he could tuck his chin into the crook of her neck. “What’s wrong, love?” he queried, attempting to press his lips to her neck, but she titled away from him. This only added to his confusion.

“I can’t believe you, Tommy,” she huffed under her breath, dropping her hands to his firearms and applying pressure to them, hoping he’d get her hint and let go.

Tommy’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what her statement meant. Meanwhile she was still pushing down on his forearms. She held the pressure on them until he dropped them from her, allowing her to step away and finally turn to face him.

“What have I done?” he asked after a few moments had passed and his brain-wracking had turned up empty.

(Y/N) scoffed at his question, shaking her head at his answer. “Of course you wouldn’t have remembered.”

“Remembered what?” he was still lost. It only added to her irritation.

“You were supposed to come to dinner with my parents tonight. We were going to go over plans for the wedding. My father was going to give us some money towards it, but now he’s not so sure if he should be letting me marry you at all,” she filled him in on the commitment he’d forgotten while biting on the inside of her cheek in hopes that it’d stop her welled up tears from falling.

Tommy froze upon hearing what he’d missed. His jaw went slack as he wracked his brain in hopes that there’d be some sort of inkling of rememberance of the day’s plans, but there was nothing.

Anger was building up inside (Y/N) with each quiet second that passed. His silence was frustrating her, maybe even more so than his earlier absence was. “Do you have anything to say?” she asked him, her eyebrows raising as she spoke.

“I got caught up at the stables,” he told her, his answer making her scoff and look away as she rolled her eyes. Obviously it wasn’t enough to clear him of his wrongdoings.

Silence fell between them then. A couple beats passed before (Y/N) looked at him again, expectantly this time. It was obvious that she wanted something else from him. But Tommy wasn’t catching onto it. “That’s all you have to say?” she finally questioned him when it became apparent that he wasn’t going to speak unless spoken to.

“Love, I…” the words died on this lips as he then stepped back from her, turning to the armoire as he began undoing the buttons of his waistcoat.

Shock filled (Y/N)’s features as she glared at her fiancé’s back. What are you doing?! she screamed at him in her mind. But nothing was said as she watched him take the waistcoat off and drop the braces from his shoulders. He then worked on taking his boots off, kicking them to sit next to the wardrobe before he finally turned back around. (Y/N) was still glaring at him.

“Are you seri—” the exasperated question got caught in (Y/N)’s throat as Tommy cut the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her frame.

His hug was tight, and he swayed her from side to side as his arms stayed fastened around her waist despite her hands pressing against his shoulders.

“Tommy, you can’t just…whoa!” the direction of her statement changed as he spun them and dropped both of their bodies to the bed.

His arms unraveled from her waist as they were falling so that he wouldn’t crush her with his body weight. They moved up to trap her underneath him. He immediately tucked his face into her neck and began placing kisses to the skin he found there.

“Tommy,” she breathed as she tried to push him off of her, but to no avail. “Tom, you’re not being fair!” she shrieked as his lips connected with the sensitive spot on her neck; a spot that he knew all too well.

His kisses trailed up to her jaw and across her cheek before his lips found the corner of hers. The feeling was now driving (Y/N) wild, slowly making her forget what she’d been upset over as all of her senses became focused on his actions.

He pulled away just slightly so that he could look at her, his eyes traveling over her face; seeing that her look of frustration was slowly slipping away. “Fuck your father’s money. I’ll get what we need to pay for our wedding,” he told her before his lips matched hers, properly this time.

“I can’t believe you,” she breathed when they pulled away, biting on her lip to hide her smile as she took his cheeks into her hands, lifting his face further away from hers. Their eyes met and he cracked a smile, one that made her insides flutter. She tried to act angry, scrunching her nose and eyebrows in hopes that her true feelings didn’t show. Tommy found it adorable.

“What?” he asked her, reaching up to brush a piece of hair from her face.

“You’re trying to get yourself out of this,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

Tommy pouted upon hearing her response, and he dropped his head against her chest, burying his face into her sternum and breathing in her intoxicating sent before he let out a whine.

That did (Y/N) in. She tried to hide it, but the shaking of her chest was a dead giveaway that she laughed at his actions. He clocked that immediately, his hands moving to her sides where her shirt had rode up so that he could brush his fingers against her sensitive skin. She shrieked at the feeling, squirming under him as she tried to get him to stop. Now her anger was the furthest thing from her mind.

His actions continued until she managed to grab his hands and remove them from her sides. She then lifted his face again, making him look at her once more as she tried with all of her might to keep a straight face. “You’re ridiculous, Thomas,” she told him, unable to stop the smirk from tugging one corner of her lips upwards.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked with raised eyebrows, waiting on bated breath for her answer. When it didn’t come right away, he jutted his bottom lip outwards, hoping that pouting might help.

(Y/N) sucked in a breath at the sight in front of her. She just couldn’t resist him when he was like this. Somehow, he’d managed to make her mood do a complete flip. His persistence was something that drew her to him, but it was times like these when she hated it. She wanted to stay angry at him, but she really couldn’t. Not when his lips were looking more kissable by the second.

“Hmm?” he asked her, getting antsy with each second she stayed quiet.

(Y/N) bit on her bottom lip, sending him one last glare before giving into him and mumbling a “yes”. Tommy couldn’t even celebrate. She didn’t give him time to. The second she spoke, she pulled his face to hers so that their lips could crash together. It wasn’t like he was going to dispute it though…her kiss told him everything he needed.

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grimesgirll · 9 months ago

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it’s rare that rick is home with you in the middle of the day.

typically, the group leader was off on a run, an errand, or dealing with the duties that came with being constable. but not today! today he was home. you’d even woken up to him beside you, a rarity.

you’d woken up with his taut arms wrapped around you and a nose nuzzled into your neck. the urge to stay overwhelms you but you’ve got to put together some breakfast. you’re slipping out of bed when you feel two arms drawing you back.

“where are you goin’? i thought we were sleeping in today.”

“you never sleep in.” you reminded him.

“except for’ today.” he exhaled into your hair, reaching a hand up to play with one of your french braids. “morning, silly girl,” he greeted, traveling his hand up to cup one of your breasts.

you gasped, breathing deeply as he increases the pressure. “doesn’t seem like you wanna sleep.”

“nope.” the sheriff answered, popping the p.

god, you wished he could be home every morning to have you squirming. he plunged a sticky finger into you. “another one, please.”

“since you asked so nicely.”

you shuddered at the second addition. grinding back against him, he continued his peace signed shape ministration inside of you.

“and since you’re gripping me so tight, why not another one?”

“ah!”

“that’s it.”

“mhmmm,” you droned into the pillow.

“feelin’ okay, silly girl?”

“so good, daddy!”

you didn’t have to see his smirk. you just feel the absence of his fingers. your hips shift in anticipation.

“want me to fuck you nice and dumb on my cock early this morning, baby?” rick questioned with a cocky, sleepy grin. “want me to stuff you, silly girl?”

your head was bobbing yes immediately and that’s all he needed to pull down his boxers and drive right into you.

it doesn’t matter if you had a degree in molecular biology or rocket science before all this, you’re still rick’s silly girl.

his lovely little housewife - the one waiting at home to get fucked to the moon and back on his cock. the same cock that had made your eyes widen when you first saw it.

you’d never mention it to rick but shane had to really be something for lori fuck everything up with rick over him. yeah, lori thought rick was dead but everything afterwards? you would’ve been head over heels overjoyed to see your man again.

that’s how you’d felt every time rick came back from a risky run. it was scary to imagine a time when he may not come home. you chose to put it out of your mind and enjoy the organ restructuring dick inside of you.

its owner couldn’t hold himself back from slamming into you on your side. there was never anything more relaxing for rick than being balls deep inside of you - well, maybe being down your throat.

“my silly girl,” he breathed into your hair.

it took you two a while to make it to the kitchen. it took even longer to make breakfast after you learned that carl had taken judith over to eugene’s to look into a telescope.

with the house empty, rick gets to devote an hour to his favorite past time: fucking you against the counter.

you and rick had stumbled downstairs in your pajamas but they’re scattered on the floor now. you lovers are too enthralled in grinding your bodies as close to each other as possible. rick is on a mission to shove his massive cock as deep inside of your tight cunt as possible. of course, it’s tight fit and a delicate dance of not blowing out your cervix.

the early shocks of your fourth orgasm of the day - second against the counter - make themselves known in a way you can’t ignore.

“you’re hitting all the right spots, rick,” you croon, gazing back at him all fucked out.

you feel him twitch inside of you. he can’t help but lose his mind seeing you so needy beneath him at this time of day. god, he needs to be home more.

“anything for you, pretty girl. you like this?” he lays a firm two fingers on top of your clit.

“mhmmm,” you confirm with a nod.

your leader takes your murmurings as a go ahead to adopt an intense rhythm; his shaft delivering rapid fire contact with your spongy feel good parts inside while his hand strategically cups your clit.

his solid length saws into you without any regard for your sensitive pussy. the dull pain pairs well with the pleasure as your clit is lavished in attention and your insides feel like they’re about to come apart around the thick ridges of rick. feeling him bare inside of you equates to pure bliss.

because just like your cookie dough, you like it raw.

“can’t wait!” you strain.

ugh, he’s gonna have you exploding again. you’re going to be blacking out for a split second and going soft brained. rick doesn’t need to pound into you to send you to a cloud higher than nine. it’s like you’re not even in the room - not even on earth.

last time rick had fucked one of those mind numbing, leg shaking orgasms out of you. he didn’t even stop for the smoke detector or the smell of torched green beans. he’d seared kisses up your neck from behind and without the will to hold out, he’d snuck you away from your task at hand - a green bean casserole - and instead fucked you silly next to the shoe rack.

he only broke the habit of fucking you through the smoke detector when carol told him off and he realized it was a waste of food.

you’d both been embarrassed at carol walking into the kitchen to rescue your burnt casserole and discover you and rick disheveled coming out of the mud room.

after a long day of bullshit, rick wants nothing more than to come home to the beautiful home you’ve made for them. to spend quality time in the home and spend himself in you; always earning a couple of releases from you in the process.

“can’t wait!” you whimper.

“so you want two?”

you nod. you love when rick gives you back to back pleasure. he’s like the best at it. that is when daryl’s not bullying his way between your legs.

speak of the devil, daryl’s trudging into the kitchen. figures. you and rick must’ve been so into it that you didn’t hear the mud room door. actually, that’s a lie. rick probably heard the door and just banked on you being too wrapped up in cumming around him like you are now to notice.

the archer is treated to the perfect display of your pulsing pussy as you gush all over the counter. he whistles as some of your slick dribbles down the cabinet drawers.

“shouldn’t have expected anything else on rick’s day off.” he quips.

the brunette sex god playing chicken with your cervix just snorts, not stopping or slowing down the convergence of his hips and yours for anything. “shouldn’t be draggin’ mud through here.” he advises through gritted teeth.

“daryl,” you pant, overwhelmed by both the aftershocks of your climax and the prospect of mud on your floors.

“sorry, wasn’t very nice and clean in norfolk. but hey, we came here and back with fuel and MREs all before noon, so i wouldn’t be too disappointed.”

“i’m gonna make her cum four times before noon.” rick declares, hammering more frantically into you.

“rick, slow down,” you pant again.

“you good, honey?” rick checks in, stilling his thrusts to wait for your reply.

“rosita’s class really took it out of me yesterday. all the muscles are sore,” you complain, eyes watering a bit from your orgasm and the mild throbbing pain in your tightened muscles.

“poor baby’s feelin’ sore?”

daryl confirms with a nod. “she’s not breathing and stretching like you should when she’s lifting.”

rick gives you a disappointed look. “maybe you’ll take a break from your weight lifting classes. huh, honey?”

you groan and pout.

“then you two need to help me practice kegels.”

“we’ll start now,” the sheriff instructs you. his hands couldn’t be cemented further into the curves of your hips.

with daryl watching from across the counter, you do your best to remember the motions of a kegel. you squeeze. it feels like you’re doing so randomly but rick is bucking his hips again. as long as he’s not correcting you, it’s good enough. not like he’ll last long anyways.

you’re irresistible to him, all hot and bleary eyed.

like the time he fucked you up against a hedge at the community picnic. you two were tucked away in the woods of course but that didn’t make it any less naughty when you sauntered back up the hill and to your picnic blanket with cum inside of you.

you look just like you did then. hair coming undone from your bedtime braids, tears threatening to fall on the countertop, and your pussy holding on tight and not letting him go.

you expect to be empty once you’re done spasming around the thick rod inside of you and rick had filled you up completely. the breath is knocked out of your lungs when feel another cock take his place.

“daryl!”

“i know that you can take one more, baby. you love being stuffed one after another.”

“that she does,” rick corroborates.

the constable is in your view so now you can relish in the sight of him finding his clothes while daryl tries to do you in once and for good.

“fuck, dare’!” you wince as he pile drives into you from behind.

“sorry, baby,” he apologizes into the crook of your neck, lowering down and crushing you further into the counter. “just missed you out there. i never find anything as perfect as you.”

“mhmmm,” you babble and squeak in time with his thrusts.

“you really needed the pounding today? huh, hon’?”

you nod your head the best you can for rick.

“almost there, fucking pretty little bitch.”

daryl feels your reaction on his cock as you shudder around him.

“you like being called a pretty little bitch?”

“maybe,” you stutter.

the auburn haired man fucking rick’s cum into you chuckles. “yeah, i feel how much you like it grippin’ me up so tight.”

“her pussy’s got a killer grip.” rick agreed.

“you ‘bout ready to cum all over this cock? you wanna cum? pretty little thing.” daryl huffs with each thrust.

“yes!” you cry out, tensing around his cock. “please, dare’!”

“silly girl’s gonna make a mess of your cock,” observes the peanut gallery.

“whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” daryl whispers in your ear.

truth be told, just the heat from his breath on your air had your overworked cunt going off like a sparkler around him.

“daryl, daryl, daryl!” you chant.

the panic in your voice is that of someone falling off a cliff but you’re just nosediving into your orgasm with your boyfriend spearing you on his cock.

the shuddering turns into small aftershocks and your legs eventually still as you bask in the post-orgasmic bliss you’re experiencing of the fifth time today. rick gives you a condescending smirk when he realizes the exact moment daryl’s cum trickles into you. you can’t hide how satisfied you are being so warm and full.

the man withdrawing from your spent pussy points to rick’s snack.

“what’s that?” daryl inquires, referring to the jerky rick is chowing on.

“oh, that’s the jerky i made!” you chirp, peeling yourself off of the countertop. “i’m getting pretty good at jerky. wanna try some? carol’s teaching me how.”

“why not?”

you pull a piece from the ziplock bag that rick holds out for you and gingerly pop it into daryl’s mouth.

“what do you think?”

he shrugs. “i’d share it with dog - not entirely though.”

you slap his shoulder playfully. “i’m still a beginner. it’ll get better.”

“i think it’s great, sweetheart.” rick compliments, manhandling you to his side of the counter and help you step into your newly discovered sleep shorts.

then you’re being pulled into his lap despite your protests. “rick! i have to make breakfast!” you already had explained to them countless times before why you couldn’t cook topless.

rick and daryl share a look and a snicker before rick is locking you in his seated embrace and daryl is grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge.

“i got it, princess,” daryl hums. “you just take care of rick.”

“i wanted to make breakfast for you on your day off!” you complain, giving rick another pout.

he shakes his head at you. “you know where i want you on my day off, hon’? right here.” to solidify the point, he drags you down onto him, clutching a breast and attacking your neck with his lips.

“already?” you’re asking, punctuating the question with a ragged breath.

“oh, i can go all day today, sweetheart.”

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inkofthebrain · 6 months ago

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Imperial

[Paul x F!Reader] 3013 words

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor’s eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them…

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? (More strangers to lovers tbh) ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPE, not proofread LOL

Warnings: Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions.

A/n: Yeahhhh let’s goooo. We actually see Paul! Requests are open for one shots, imagines, and more. Check out the new request section of my master-list for my character lists!

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Five———

[Five days before the ceremony]

As you open your eyes, you feel a sense of deja vu wash over you. Yesterday's events come rushing back, and you can't help but feel a wave of exhaustion and dread.

You sit up slowly, shaking off the lingering remnants of sleep. It takes you a moment to fully orient yourself, but you soon remember where you are and what has happened.

"Is it time already?" you ask, your voice hoarse and dry.

"Yes it is, Lady Jessica instructed I let you sleep in for a few hours. It's early afternoon my lady" Delia says, opening your curtains.

You groan softly, feeling the weight of fatigue settle in your bones. The thought of yet more preparations and appointments fills you with a mixture of anticipation and resignation.

"Very well," you say, sighing. "Let us proceed."

The exhaustion was getting to you.

You follow Delia out of your chambers, your footsteps slow and heavy. You know that the countdown to the wedding has begun, and with each passing day, the pressure and expectations grow heavier.

You wonder who this day's appointments will be with, and what tasks you will have to face. You take a deep breath, trying to steel yourself for what lies ahead.

As you and Delia traverse the hallways you look up in surprise as Paul appears around the corner, his expression serious and intense.

"My lady, may I speak with you? In private?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Soon you nod, gesturing to a nearby empty chamber.

"Of course, my lord," you say, your voice soft and demure. "We can speak privately here."

You follow Paul into the small, secluded chamber, feeling a thrill of anticipation and nervousness. You have spoken to him before in meetings and at dinner, but never in private. You were acquaintances. What does he want to discuss with you so urgently?

Once the door closes he turns to you, "Are you ok?"

You nod tentatively. "Yes," you say softly, but the tone of your voice betrays the lie. You cannot deny the exhaustion and tension that has built up since your arrival on caladan.

"I am just... worn out from the day's events" you say, knowing full well that such an answer falls well short of the truth.

"You have been asleep all day" he states, catching you in your lie. "My mother told me about the early morning. I apologize for the pain that was caused"

You glance up at him, stunned by his sudden show of concern. You have never seen him express empathy, much less sympathy, towards anyone. There is a genuine warmth to his voice, and you feel a prickle of confusion at his behavior.

"It is not your fault," you say gently, forcing out a smile.

"It is the way of things. And it was necessary to determine if I would be strong enough for what lies ahead."

"Still", he says, his tone softening. "It can't have been pleasant. my apology stands." he pauses for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. Then he continues, "My mothers entire process is barbaric. No one should have to endure such things. I did not expect her to extend her horrors to you"

You nod. "Our lives are not in our hands"

He nods, seeming to understand the truth behind your words. "Perhaps that is the hardest part", he says. "The knowledge that we have no real control over our own lives. That everything we do is predestined, and the path we follow has already been laid out for us."

You feel a sense of companionship wash over you as he speaks. Here is someone who truly understands, someone who gets it. You know who has had this feeling before, and the realization makes your heart ache.

Paul pauses for a moment, as if searching for the right words to say next. Then he continues, his tone softer and more candid than you have ever heard it before.

"I sense the loneliness within you", he says, "the sense of being trapped and isolated, no matter how many people surround you."

Paul's spice tinted eyes meet yours, and for a few breaths, there is an undeniable tension between you. Then he says, barely above a whisper, "I know the darkness that haunts you." Your breath catches in your throat, as if he had reached into your soul and grasped hold of your deepest fears. You want to pull away, to maintain distance and keep your emotions in check.

You have never shared these thoughts, these feelings, with anyone. But in him, you suddenly feel the urge to bare all, to open yourself to him completely.

"i've been dreaming of Arrakis" You Mutter

He smiles at you, a faint spark of genuine amusement in his eyes. "Nightmares, I assume," he says.

There is a hint of sadness in his voice, as if he knows all too well what that particular dream means. You notice the way his gaze lingers on your face, and you wonder how much he truly knows of your inner struggles and insecurities.

You nod silently, unable to deny or dismiss the truth of the statement. Even though you had grown used to having nightmares about arrakis, this one had been particularly vivid and unsettling. You can still feel the terror of the desert and the endless sand dunes, the crushing sense of doom and helplessness.

The silence hangs heavy between you, thick and taut with unspoken sentiment.

Paul searches your eyes briefly, and then he speaks, his voice just above a whisper. "Your dreams...they tell me that you are afraid, more afraid than you have let yourself admit. Even here, in this safe space, you cannot let go of the anxiety that haunts you."

You nod, feeling yourself grow flushed as his words strike a nerve. You have worked hard to conceal your fears, to portray a facade of strength and resilience. But here, in front of him, in this moment of intimate connection and understanding, you feel yourself succumbing to his perceptive nature.

"You see too much", you say quietly, unable to deny the truth of his words.

"Perhaps I do", he says, his voice soft and sincere. “The people view us as messiahs." He takes a breath.

"It's all fabrication, and we are bound to it by duty" he sighs

You nod, understanding the weight of the expectations that surround you. "Yes, we are puppets on strings, pulled in different directions by the desires of those who hold power. they seek to use us for their own ends, and we have no choice but to play our part."

Paul pauses, his eyes hardening slightly. "But we cannot allow them to define who we truly are. Inside, beyond this facade of duty and obligation, we are still our own people. we still have our own thoughts and feelings, our own desires and dreams."

"we each have a choice", he continues, "to surrender to

those expectations and allow them to define who we are. or to cling on to our own truth, despite the consequences."

He meets your gaze, and his words carry an intensity and urgency that resonates deep within your soul.

"I promise you," he says, looking into your eyes with a serious conviction, "That whatever choice you make, whatever price you must pay, I will be by your side to shoulder the burden as long as you extend that courtesy to me as well." You nod, taking a deep breath.

“I too have a truth I wish to cling to" he says before wiping a tear from your cheek which you had not noticed fell. “I unfortunately must depart, I have a security meeting for the ceremony" he says.

"Of course", you say, your voice straining with emotion.

"Do what you must. But promise me one thing..."

"What is it?", he asks, his voice still tinged with sympathy and concern.

You take a deep breath, feeling the lingering effect of his touch on your skin. You feel the urge to speak what is in your heart, to lay bare your feelings for him, your desire for him. But you manage to reign in the impulse, and try to maintain a sense of decorum.

"That we will see each other again, before we are made husband and wife", you say, your voice faltering slightly.

He nods softly, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He understands the deep significance of this brief exchange, and the desire behind your request.

"I promise", he says, his gaze intense and sincere. "We will see each other again, and when we do, much will be made clear. Until then, take care of yourself, and remain true to your heart. It’s far from over”

"I must go now," he says, "the ceremony is only five days away, and there is much to be done before then. but rest assured" he adds, his gaze lingering on you. "we will meet again."

The following two days were filled with dress fittings, floral arrangement and decor selection, cake tasting, and many meetings.

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[Three days before the ceremony]

The entire palace was transformed into a flurry of activity, the servants bustling around and preparing everything for the ceremony. As the bride-to-be, the majority of the preparations fell to you and your family. But unlike many girls approaching their wedding day, you had no expectations or excitement. Instead, your thoughts were consumed by the impending reunion with Paul and the knowledge of the difficult days ahead.

The mornings were typically the only time you had to yourself. You were seated adjacent to your bedroom window, looking out at the sea as you reminisced on your upbringing.

You remember being escorted through the halls of the imperial palace, your eyes drifting past the grand spectacles of art and decor to the various courtiers and officials who moved like pawns across the board.

The emperor's hand gripped yours tightly, his eyes scanning the crowded halls for threats and vulnerabilities. His presence was a shadow cast over your childhood, looming large with power and influence.

You remember the countless hours spent in tedious lessons and tutelage, the endless nights spent studying ancient history and political theory. You remember feeling a deep sense of loneliness and isolation, a sense of being confined within the walls of the imperial palace.

Irulan was easily manipulated. That is what he desired. You were a threat to him.

It was his choice to not have you trained in the ways of the Bene Gesserit like your sister. He feared the power you would hold.

You feel a sudden surge of resentment at this thought. He viewed you as a threat to his own power, not a worthy successor.

The emperor never truly understood the depths of your spirit, or your innate drive for greatness. He feared you and sought to destroy you before you could discover your potential.

The resentment grows as you recall all the ways you could have been trained and guided, only to be denied those opportunities. you could have been an even greater asset to the imperial house, but he denied you that chance.

"You cannot stop fate, father" you whisper aloud to yourself.

As you wandered through the halls, being transported from chamber to chamber to meet with various specialists, you felt increasingly overwhelmed and anxious. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your arm, and you started to turn but immediately recognized Paul's firm grasp.

You wheeled around to face him, feeling a rush of relief and excitement as you saw his familiar face. Paul had appeared like a ghost in a forest, seemingly coming out of nowhere. but you were not surprised at his sudden presence, knowing the importance of this reunion.

"Well, the bride finally decides to make her appearance" he says with a faint smile, his gaze raking over your dress and appearance, taking in the details. But there is more than mockery and scorn in his expression, there is something deep and genuine.

You feel the corners of your mouth curve in a smile despite yourself, and you notice the gleam in his eyes.

"I trust they have been spoiling you?" he asks, gesturing to the entourage of servants surrounding you.

You nod, and try not to roll your eyes. "yes, they have been treating me like royalty", you say with a slight hint of mockery. "One might have forgotten that I am the subject of an arranged marriage and will not have much choice in the actual wedding itself."

Paul smirks slightly at your snarky reply, seeming to enjoy your spirited response.

"You know how it goes. it is all for the sake of appearances," he says, his tone tinged with irony. "The bride must be pampered and celebrated, even if she has little desire for the event itself."

"And what of the groom?" You ask

Paul pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering with amusement. "The groom may be equally disinterested, but he is expected to go along with the rituals and play his part. The pressure is not so great, but nonetheless a burden of duty must be shouldered."

Paul pauses, his eyes glancing beyond your shoulder, towards the swarm of servants. He gestures to them,

"But they seem quite dedicated to doing their part, so how about you let them continue to spoil you for another moment. And in the meantime, I will show you something"

he takes your arm, his touch warm and reassuring. You are surprised at the gentleness, the sudden shift in his demeanor. you allow him to lead you away from the flurry of activity, following him down a labyrinth of hallways and through several doors.

After a few minutes of walking, you arrive in a spacious office. Paul releases your arm and gestures for you to take a seat. He sits down opposite you, his expression grave and serious.

"This is something that cannot wait until the actual ceremony,” he says. "it is important that we discuss it now."

Paul's manner shifts as his mother enters the room. His expression becomes more formally composed, and he rises to his feet, offering her a slight nod.

Jessica responds in kind, the two offering silent greetings as she moves into the center of the room. You notice a slight softening in her demeanor as her son joins her, as if the two are united in this situation, however difficult it may be.

"You will not be fond of what must be done," Jessica begins

You flinch slightly at her direct statement, prepared for the news that is about to be delivered. But you also trust her wisdom and foresight, hoping that her words will provide some insight or guidance.

You study her face, noting the slight creases around her eyes and mouth, the weariness and stress apparent in her demeanor. She stands in firm control of her emotions, her tone composed and firm.

"Your father is to be charged with the attempted ratification of the Atreides house during his reign as emperor by the Great Houses of the Imperium. As Paul has been foreseen to ascend to take his place they have decided his ploy was an attempt to hoard the throne." She pauses. "He is to be executed shortly after the coronation of you as Empress and Paul as emperor"

The air is suddenly sucked out of your lungs as you feel this bombshell land in your chest.

Your father, charged with treason against the house and facing execution. For all his faults, the emperor was still your father, he shaped your life and protected you from the horrors of court life.

Your vision blurs, and your ears ring with a buzzing sound. You want to reach out to Paul or Jessica, but your limbs feel stiff and numb.

"I know this is difficult", Paul says, his voice soft but steady. "Your father was your father after all. But he had his own agenda, his own aspirations. He never desired for you to succeed him, much less become empress."

"But this changes nothing", paul says, his tone growing firm, conviction in his words despite the tragedy of the situation. "Your father has made his bed, and he must now lie in it. The ceremony will proceed as planned, and we will not allow his actions to stand in the way of our house and our destiny."

You nod, although it is with reluctance and sorrow. but you understand, deep down, that this is the only path forward. Your father may have once loved you in his own way, but he was also a man of ambition and status.

Paul and Jessica exchange a look, their expressions both sympathetic and resolute. Paul releases your hands, moving back to the center of the room.

"We will not let your father's actions deter us from our course. The ceremony will proceed, and you will be crowned as empress of the known universe."

Your breath catches in your throat as you absorb the significance of his words. You are to be the empress of the known universe, but at what cost? Your father, once so feared and powerful, now facing execution at the hands of what once was his Imperium.

You close your eyes, trying to push back against the flood of emotions threatening to sweep you away. You have no say in this matter.

"I understand", you say firmly, though your voice still trembles with grief and shock.

You feel two sets of eyes upon you, observing your response. You sense Paul's firm, almost resolute gaze, his presence a steadying force. Meanwhile, Jessica's eyes are filled with a subtle blend of sympathy and determination.

Her voice breaks the silence, her tone full of both sorrow and resolution. "You will be the greatest empress in the existence of this empire," she declares, the conviction in her voice unwavering. "Your father's legacy will fade as the empire embraces a new future with you. your father will never control you again."

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dullgecko · 2 months ago

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Fabian asks Riz out to senior prom.

Not really romantically, and the main reason was that too many lovestruck underclassmen were asking Fabian to go with them or slipping flowers into his locker (I mean cmon hes the the fit, half-elf, wealthy pirate that dances like an angel, who wouldn't do this).

The attention is stifling, which is saying a lot considering he's the most flamboyant attention seeker in school. Anyway he gets mobbed two weeks before prom and pressured into giving an answer, and even though he was planning on going alone, Fabian panicked, and the first thing he thinks to say is: "Sorry, I'm going with the Ball."

Well great. Now he's gotta ask his asexual best friend to a goddamn formal dance.

He tracks Riz down after school, the goblin chatting with Kristen and the other student council members about something Fabian was sure was VERY boring and unimportant. Waving the goblin over to himself when he was noticed and waiting for him to finish his conversation.

"The Ball, excellent. All done with your... stuff?" Fabian tried to affect a casual tone, leaning on the lockers beside himself before realising how awkward it looked and standing back up straight.

"Yeah just lots of logistics left to do before the dance, only got a couple weeks before it kicks off so we need to get it all sorted soon." The rogue ran his hands through his hair, a little stressed, knocking his glasses askew slightly as he stared at the notebook in his hand. Fabian taking the oportunity to crouch closer to his eye-level under the pretense of fixing it for him so that he wouldnt be overheard by anyone still milling about the coridors.

"Ah, of course. SPEAKING of he formal-" Excellent segue Seacaster, you're doing such a good job of being casual about this. "Have you perhaps found anyone to go with yet?"

"Me?" Riz laughed, turning his head up to let Fabian try to level out his glasses and snorting when he also tried to fix his messed up hair. "No? I was kind of just planning on volunteering to check tickets and bounce once everyone was inside."

"Oh. Fantastic. That means you haven't volunteered yet." Fabian flattened out Riz's hair before thinking better of it and messing it up a little more artfully than it had been before and leaving it at that. Removing is hands but remaining crouched so Riz didn't have to look up at him while talking.

"I was wondering if you'd perhaps like to go with me?"

It took the goblin a couple seconds to process what he said, one ear drooping down in an expression of pure confusion before they both perked up. Riz beaming at him and waveing his tail behind him with an expression of pure joy.

"What like... as your date? Yeah! I've never been asked to prom by anyone before."

"Well yes." Fabian stood back up, dusting off his pants and mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done. Not awkward at all, The Ball was ALWAYS happy to hang out with him when asked. "That's a big help. I've been absoloutly mobbed by underclassmen this week and I may have told one of them I was taking you. I hope you don't mind."

Riz's expression faltered a bit, tail slowing in its happy waving as he thought about what Fabian just said. "Wait... you're asking me to come to Prom with you because the underclassmen were annoying you?"

"Yes, I paniced when they asked who I was going with and I figured you probably didn't have a date. Probably more fun to go with someone as friends anyway."

"Oh... as friends. Yeah, we can go as friends." His tail stopped completely, settling into a neautral position behind him. Hand coming up to wipe at one of his eyes under his glasses before he took them off completely. Heel of his palm swiping at the corner of his eye as it started watering. "Ah fuck, sorry. Um, eyelash in my eye need a mirror. Gotta go. I'll talk to you later yeah?"

Fabian gave him a friendly wave as the rogue literally dashed in the direction of the closest bathroom. Kristen finally coming over from where she'd been TOTALLY not evesdropping further down the hallway and startling him by grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a rough shake.

"Yooooou idiot. You have fucked UP." Kristen gave Fabian another rough shake "WHY? Why would you confirm its a date then backpedal into going as friends and only because your other options were annoying you. Gods help me you're dumb."

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starry-eyed-svt · 5 months ago

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Sleepy Woozi is Cuddly Woozi ~ Jihoon

eee this is my first imagine for SVT in a long time... I hope you all like it! it's a tad cheesy and didn't really have a direction. I was inspired by a tiktok video seeing Woozi snuggle up to others when he was sleepy hehe

Word Count: 760

Genre: Fluff

“How do you feel about a movie night?” Seungkwan asked over the receiver.

I was currently on my bed sprawled out, definitely wasn’t planning on going anywhere this evening.

“What movie?” I asked curiously as I inspected the chipping paint on my nails.

“Still to be determined.” Seungkwan answered.

“Who will be there?” I asked.

“Everyone. So are you in?” Seungkwan asked and I could hear the growing impatience in his voice. I paused a beat thinking it over before finally putting him out of his misery.

“Yes, of course I’ll be there. Thank you for inviting me.” I answered.

“8 o’clock, see you soon!” He replied and hung up.

I pulled my phone away from my ear to look at the time. I had an hour and a half before I had to be at the seventeen house.

I got up and made myself a little more presentable. Still definitely in comfortable clothes, and did the bare minimum for hair.

I left soon after and picked up some candies and treats to share. When I arrived I knocked on the door.

Vernon answered and smiled letting me in.

“Glad you could make it.” He said.

“Me too.” I responded as we hugged briefly. I followed him to the big movie room. The boys were spread all over. On the floor, on couches. I waved as they said ‘hello’.

My eyes wandered looking for any seating left. I wasn’t too keen on being on the floor. That is when my eyes landed on him. Lee Jihoon. Probably the member that liked me the least. He was sitting on a loveseat and there happened to be an empty space next to him.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked Jihoon after ambling over to him. He glanced at the open spot next to him and shook his head. “May I sit there?” I asked, and he nodded. I smiled softly and sat down.

Jihoon and I didn’t interact much. He was always busy producing music. That didn’t stop my heart from pitter pattering anytime I saw him.

“Have they decided on a movie yet?” I asked him. He turned his head and his eyes met mine. I could see the sleepiness in them.

“Yeah. I think it’s one of the Marvel movies. I can’t remember.” He said honestly then turned his attention to something one of the others was saying.

Everyone settled in, snacks were distributed, lights turned down and the movie, Spiderman Far From Home started playing.

I folded my arms and focused on the movie. It wasn’t long when I felt a pressure on my shoulder. I glanced over and Jihoon’s head rested comfortably on me. He was out like a light.

I felt my cheeks warm as I tried to focus back on the movie. That was a task I was unable to do as Jihoon shifted and got more comfortable. Before I knew it I was cuddling my crush. The person I thought liked me the least. Maybe it’s just because he’s sleepy. I’ve seen him like this with other members. Whatever it was I decided I would just be grateful for this little snuggle I got.

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep as well until there was a bright flash. My eyes peeled open and I was faced with a grinning Soonyoung who had his phone out snapping pics. I noticed the movie was over and the lights were back on. I felt Jihoon shift next to me and groan burrowing deeper into my side. Then he seemed to remember who had sat next to him and he shot up with a look of embarrassment across his face. He apologized profusely. I told him it was alright. The other’s just cackled and chatted about the incident.

“I’m sorry.” Jihoon said again, as the others had finally moved on to chat about something else.

“It’s fine, really. I fell asleep too.” I said and gave him a small smile. I was shocked to see him return it.

“You’re really comfy by the way.” He said and melted back into the loveseat.

“Thanks, so are you.” I replied and followed suit.

Jihoon laughed, he actually laughed at something I said and I could feel my heart rate speeding up.

“Promise to be my cuddle buddy next movie night?” Jihoon asked.

“Only if you’ll be mine.” I answered.

Jihoon held out his pinky and I wrapped mine around his. Maybe he doesn’t hate me like I thought he did. I am excited to see where we go from here.

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rosedere · 6 months ago

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The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya (Pantalone x Fem Reader)

Part 1, Chapter 2: The Lotus that became a White Rose (you are here), Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7~

Summary: A surprise visit to your new residence causes an interference in your plan of being low key.

If you think I'm lost, maybe

You're looking in the wrong places lately

You never ask if I'm okay

I've never felt better anyway

Thankfully, the gradual transformation of becoming “Lián” was complete.

No one had suspected a thing, assuming you were a small apothecary shop in the harbor that worked and lived alone.

It was only after week 10 of being undercover that the two Fatui soldiers appeared at your door.

Unsuspecting you began to play the part as "Lián,” you answered your door.

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head when you realized who it was:

One seemed to be a tall Fatui mage with a purple hood over her, making it difficult to figure out her true face; the other Fatui skirmisher was also wearing a dark hood over his figure just as his fellow solider had.

You were anticipating the worst.

And the worst indeed was what you got.

“Lián?”

“Yes?”

"Do you remember us?" The fatui mage asked, the voice that came from her was delicate and cheerful but not familiar to you.

"Galina,” the mage said, holding a hand out to you.

shakily, you let your hand connect with her outstretched one as you shook it cautiously.

After the awkward handshake, you pulled back to see the skirmisher bow before you.

“I am Fedor, Miss Lián,” he said before holding his bow for a few seconds.

“Please do not hesitate to ask for our assistance since...”

“We are your assigned guards,” they both said in an uplifting tone.

Oh archons…. As if the pressure wasn't crushing.

“Ah, no need to fear! We are more than qualified to keep you safe as per the regerators order,” the mage spoke.

"Oh, so I'm assuming Pantalone has sent you here?” You folded your arms.

“Yes, I did send them, darling.” A booming voice was heard behind your two guests.

His long, flowing coat pooling behind him as he walked up the cobblestone steps leading past the scent of spring shops below your small home.

Of course, he did not come completely alone, with the few low-ranking Fatui soldiers surrounding him like knights.

It made sense, though, from the intel you gathered since he was utterly defenseless in the Fatui ranks. But what he lacked in brawn, he made up for with his scheming brain.

You gritted your teeth.

“Pantalone… you shouldn't have,” you said, letting your powder blue shawl cover more of your chest.

He stood behind the two guards on your doorstep with his usual graceful smile twinkling before you.

“Well, I wouldn't have to if you decided to take me up on that offer from our last date, darling.”

You remembered what he was saying. But you thought your dismissal of his pitiful offer was enough.

“I know—I just want to go a bit slower in our relationship,” you puffed your chest out with a hefty sigh.

“I just dont want to ruin your reputation as a bachelor” you added flipping your hair.

He only raises one eyebrow at your statement.

"Such and active imagination you have there,” he laughed.

"I have already stressed I am a monogamous soul, I'd never play with your heart like that"

He then gestured back to the two guards before you still standing at attention.

“Please don't hesitate to get to know your two guards; I unfortunately have to go tend to some business, so I'll leave you for now, Liàn." Pantalone immediately walked towards you, parting the soldiers to the right and left for him in sync.

Stopping right in front of your doorstep towering over you.

“May I have a farewell kiss from my resilient lotus?”

You could feel your scowl trying to form on the corner of your mouth, but you had quickly fought the urge.

He knew he had the upper hand with all these guards around. He only wanted to show he was in power. It made you sick.

Pantalone closed his eyes, leaning down to where your lips were expecting you to give the kiss on his plush lips before you.

Another sigh escaped before you quickly pecked his left cheek.

Pantalone, still waiting, opened his eyes to give you a clearly annoyed smile.

“Darling”

“I gave you what you wanted–”

He roughly grabbed your chin, pulling you to look up at him. Eyes widen in surprise.

“If I were you, I wouldn't act like a fool in front of my underlings now,” he scoffed his face distorted in annoyance.

“I'll give you one more chance to make it up to me.”

As he said this, his grip on your chin was harshly increased, making you wince.

You so badly wanted to breathe frost into his mouth if you weren't undercover right now.

Letting a small, pained whine out, you found his lips in front of you before you leaned in.

It was already embarrassing that he was about to take your first kiss, but now he was doing it in front of his lower rankings.

You hesitantly brushed your lips against his before you latched onto his firmer lips. This action immediately makes Pantalone eagerly connect to your barely parted lips. He was quickly moving his lips over yours, trying to get you to open your lips more for him, but you tried to just stay as still as possible for him.

Your mind was starting to get hazy from the lack of air, you welcomed the cut off from his mouth, he then held you close to his chest.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?”

You nodded in response, as you were forced to be against his chest.

Pantalone gave you another kiss to the top of your neatly parted hair before he pulled away.

“Oh, before I go, I do have something to give you for our next date tonight,” he mirthfully said with the snap of his fingers.

The two guards that were escorting him before came before him holding four bags from a place you'd never heard of before.

Immediately, they held it out before you could grab it.

“Be sure to wear it. I want to see you in something other than that,” he pointed, gesturing to the frayed white silk dress you wore wrapped in your well knitted powder blue shawl.

“I will, I'm so flattered you even thought of me,” you gingerly grabbed the shopping bags from the two guards in front of you, who quickly went to form a circle around Pantalone.

“You're too kind, my little lotus,” he smiled.

With a small wave, he turned and walked down the alley, with his subordinates following closely behind.

Leaving you alone with your new accessories waiting patiently before you on your doorstep.

“So… Do you two just stay here?” You questioned the hooded figures before you.

“We are here and there; wherever you want us to be or do for us is what we must do." Galina assured with her hand over her chest.

"So what is our first task, my lady?” Fedor bowed.

"Well, if it's acceptable, would you mind watching the entrance? You're welcome to come in, but I'm going to dress in the clothing I received and–”

“Of course, my lady,” they both responded in unison before the mage practically disappeared before your eyes in a bright spark of purple while the skirmisher began the walk down the steps towards the stone steps of your accommodations.

Thank God they left.

You knew he left them here to spy on you.

Shutting your door, you used your elemental sight to see if it was truly safe from the guards that were waiting outside your "home"

Quickly going to your bedroom, you went to the small nightstand in the bottom drawer, collecting your beloved weapon and vision.

Desperately circling your bedroom, you tried to think of a place to hide your items without them being noticed.

Walking around the small room, you heard a creak under your bedpost.

Stepping on the wooden plank, you realized it was loose. Wiggling the board, you were able to see the earthy soil of Liyue under the plank.

Digging with the plank, you made a hole deep enough to leave your items there.

Holding your weapon and vision, you delicately left it in the poorly dug hole before you covered it completely with as much soil as you could pack.

It was sad seeing your items deep in the ground below.

But you had to do what you could to not be caught so early in your undercover work.

Cautiously exiting your bedroom, you tried your elemental sight to see no traces still.

It seems you were able to complete your dirty work in less than 10 minutes.

As you walked towards the entrance, your foot almost connected with the shopping bags hastily left in the doorway.

You eyed the clothes suspiciously.

You knew, at least because of the frequency of the dates and his insistence on being exclusive with you, that he wouldn't send you anything weird.

But with your new problems sitting outside watching your house, you knew your lifeline to Yelan and your other agents was completely cut.

Sighing to yourself before you reached down and grabbed the bags, you looked them over once more using your elemental vision.

The clothes themselves were fine, but well, you just had to confirm what you thought you saw in the bags.

Placing the first two bags on the bamboo table in the kitchen, you opened the expensive, exotic-smelling bags. It was clear they weren't from Liyue, as the material was too thick and heavy for something made for Liyue heat.

Finally, after unwrapping the millions of pieces of tissue paper from the items of interest, a few designer tags fell out.

Well…

You held it up, thinking he sent underwear.

But as you unraveled the scraps of cloth, you felt up the thick white fur that wrapped around what appeared to be the neck when you realized what it was.

"No, he didn't,” you audibly groaned, unable to keep it in your head.

To confirm your theory of what the item was, you stripped your shawl and untied your dress, slipping on the shreds of cloth Pantalone spent 90 million mora on if the price tag was correct.

Unfortunately, as you slid the dress into yourself, it did fit just as a formal qipao would...

The sleeves were nonexistent, and the three thick cuts of silk and cashmere that fell down to your feet were pretty much an accident waiting to happen. If you moved two inches or the wind even blew past you everything would be revealed to all of Liyue Harbor.

The fur neckline that wrapped all around your torso to your neck was tight around you, feeling like a choker to the max on you, but in a way, maybe it was a good thing since the back was completely open, only being held by three ribbons of silk, creating a back window.

Maybe a twig can fit in this.

Unfortunately, besides the revealing nature of the dress and the tightness of it, you had to say it would probably be beautiful on anyone else but you, as you were no model that was a firm size 00.

And you werent interested in wearing it in front of the likes of Pantalone either.

embarrassed by the amount of skin you were showing, you tried to get the dress off only to realize it wasn't as easy as it seems since it was so tight fitting to your body.

Walking to look at the other bags, you found an expensive pair of shoes that were actually tasteful, and in your style being thin heels that made them look like they were crafted of ice flowers. The gloves, which were a deep navy blue, were also very beautiful when paired with the ill-fitting dress.

But just as you were starting to make the best of the situation, however, you opened the last bag.

"God, I hate being undercover,” you groaned as the non-existent thong and white bralette were twirling within your grip in front of you.

Note: mehhh sorry for the filler this chapter next chapter though is more interesting heh

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eepwriting · 13 days ago

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Hi! Could we get hcs of Ves taking sick reader? Sort of like the one you did with IV? Hope your day is well ❤️

Nurse Vessel Headcanons GN! Reader

Warnings: None. Just mentions of sickness/illness.

I HOPE YOUR DAY IS WELL TOO ANON 🤍🤍 and thank you for this request, these are always so sweet to write.

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✶ Dare I say he’s…clueless? Only in the beginning.

✶ Don’t get me wrong, he absolutely dotes on when you’re not feeling well.

✶ Almost takes it personally. As if he’s sick as well, despite being in perfect health.

✶ But he might not know how to actually help you.

✶ Asks maybe one too many times how you’re feeling, even if you’ve given the same answer every time.

✶ Definitely lets you tell him what you need or how he can help.

✶ Once he’s clued in, HE’S ALL IN.

✶ Nurse mode ACTIVATED.

✶ If you thought ivy was clingy, vessel is in a whole other league.

✶ If you get sick often, he’s made a roster for every medication, remedy, comfort food, comfort drink, the most comfortable spot in the house, exactly what kind of pillows and blankets you’ll want, EVERYTHING.

✶ It’s almost a science at this point.

✶ Doesn’t leave your side, no matter how many times you tell him to take a break.

✶ Monitors your temp, how many fluids and foods you’ve taken in.

✶ If you need medication, he makes sure it’s taken right on the dot.

✶ I can’t see him cooking for you BUT he’s a king at providing whatever store bought food you’d like.

✶ Like ivy, spoon feeds you if you let him.

✶ Makes an effort to nap with you.

✶ He’s secretly listening to your breaths, trying to tell if your congested breathing sounds any better.

✶ Does not care if he gets sick.

✶ If you don’t mind, he’s smothering you with affection.

✶ Hugs, kisses, massages, whatever you ask and allow.

✶ Will absolutely carry you to the bathroom every time you need to use it.

✶ Big fan of taking a hot bath with you, of course loaded with salts to ease any body aches you may have.

✶ I just know he’s an essential oils bitch.

✶ Makes his own healing mixes that he applies to your pressure points.

✶ Likes to brush your hair/massage your scalp if you have a headache.

✶ Just generally treats you like the most fragile, special thing.

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Lowkey might do this for ii and iii sans request

K. Bye bye.

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jinna-aka-ninja · 4 months ago

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Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoys X Fem!Reader Part 9

Word Count: 1,349

A/N: I... honestly have no excuse. I was overwhelmed. Sorry.

Silence. Too long of a silence. So long of a silence that it felt like there was a mounting pressure for someone to say something. Anything. Everyone's eyes filled with an eager anticipation. It felt like it was nearly an entire year since anything was last said.

Finally, at long last, like a dam that had held back far too much water, there was a burst.

"Well?" David inquired, his tone of voice filled with a hint of the impatience that he was feeling from the building suspense. Who could really blame him? So many had been left in waiting. It was cruel to make them wait for so long.

Y/N snapped out of her dozed out state, glancing up and around the seating area of the once great and grand hotel. Her eyes meeting the others who were looking back at her, waiting for her to finally update them on what was going on. "What?" She asked having been daydreaming for some time.

"What do you mean, what? You said that you would explain when we got here." Paul asked in a lighthearted but teasing tone of voice.

"Oh my gosh, I did!" Y/N said as her eyes widened and lit up as it all came crashing back into her mind. She sat up straight as if ready to tell them a great tale and fill their mind with ancient lore. Even if some things were still unknown even to her because Tyr had kept her in the dark about many things.

"You had said… that you were a demon, like Tyr?" Dwayne asked as he was trying to get the ball rolling since it seemed like no one really seemed to know where to start.

"No." Tyr said to Dwayne, Y/N assumed that he had been just trying to shut down the conversation so she continued.

"When I was young, I had met Tyr who had started to help keep me safe. Protect me from the world. It must have been hard for him to take care of someone so young. It would not be a lie to say that he practically raised me." Y/N said to them all. "He is a demon too. He found me, a young demon and decided to show some mercy and help me survive in the world. I didn't really have a horde to help raise me. I had been among the mortal humans ever since I could remember. But I didn't quite belong with them."

With the words now out there and in the open, Tyr was glaring daggers at Y/N but she shrugged them off. Not wanting to entertain his apparent tantrum. If these were her soulmates then she would be open and honest with them. There would be no good in secrets being kept among them.

Though when these words were said it seemed that Michael, who had come in to the conversation rather late now looked nearly mortified. "Demon? You're joking right? Vampires, Demons… what's next? Witches and Werewolves?"

Tyr finally stopped glaring when that was brought up and couldn't help but snort out a laugh at that question. "Damn you really are as ignorant of humans as they come, halfling. Of course there are witches and werewolves in the world."

Michael had fallen silent when he was told about that. His eyes wide and his lip lifted as if in disgust. It was honestly a little offensive to have him react like that. Y/N rolled her eyes a bit at him. "Michael, you are now a part of a world that others could only ever dream of. You have a chance to live in immortality, see all that the world has to offer, have a power that would help you in all that you may need. Strength to protect those that you love from things that you never knew were a reality before. I know you are struggling with being half a vampire now, but think this carefully. Would you rather return to being human and being vulnerable to the dangers? Or would you rather join something that would give not only you power, but the strength of a family that also has that power?"

It was finally put in a manner that Michael had never thought about before. It would give him the ability to protect his family. To be there with his family, make sure they were safe. He hesitated to answer but no one pushed him to answer the question. Letting him have the time to think the question through and let the new reality he was a part of sink into his mind.

Y/N turned her attention back to Marko, David, Paul and Dwayne and sighed. "I am sorry I kept it a secret for so long but you have to admit that you have been keeping a secret from me too that is just as big and you cannot be angry with me because of it." She said to them because though she knew she shouldn't have kept such a big secret, if she had been the only one with just as big of a secret, then she would have known she was entirely at fault.

"You do make a fair point…" David acknowledged, even he could not make a big deal about something like this when it was very clear that they had all had secrets that had been vital to the futures of their lives if they were to intertwine them. "We aren't angry, we were worried that you would have not drank from the bottle.. Because if you didn't then we would have had to find a way to get you to become immortal in one form or another. If you already have that, then there isn't really much that we have to worry about. But I do want to know, if he raised you then why is he still sticking by your side when you're not a child anymore?"

"Because she doesn't have full access to her abilities and there are things that she needs help with." Tyr hissed to David, not liking the fact that David seemed to be questioning why Tyr was still around. "She still needs to be kept safe and she is my best friend so I will not leave her side."

It was heartwarming to hear it. Tyr had been such a vital part of Y/N's life that she really didn't think that she would be happy to live in a world that he was not a part of. Tyr was much too important to her. "You're my best friend too." She whispered to Tyr with a small smile on her lips.

So here we all were, secrets out in the open. Everyone trying to understand what was happening. Though the Four vampires did know that witches and werewolves existed, the existence of demons was unknown even to them. David's mind was reeling in an attempt to try to remember if Max had ever told him about demons even once. Nothing came to mind.

Michael was still trying to cope with vampires, now he had a lot more on his plate, and on top of that, now he had to figure out if he even wanted to be human again when there was so much in the world that easily could prey on humans. Would he be left open to these potential dangers? Yes he would. These were the type of things that he would have to live with for the rest of his life, no matter which choice he made. The options were far too much and each and every one of them had dangers that he would never be able to come to full terms with. However; if he chose to live the life as a vampire then at least he would be able to have the tools he needed to stand a higher chance of living. There would be more opportunities in the world if he chose that path, and at that moment, he was becoming the best choice to make.

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sseatherny · 1 year ago

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I THINK HE KNOWS

📷 05 — I'll be in your care

You find yourself waking up earlier than usual. Your mind is immediately consumed by thoughts of everything that may unfold later in the day. You couldn't help but feel excited. After almost 3 years of pining, you're finally given a chance to talk to Sae.

As you rushed to get ready, you noticed that you were putting in extra effort into fixing yourself. For some unexplained reason, you felt the need to look your best. Shaking your head, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and whispered, “I'm only doing this for the project.”

Upon your arrival at school, you spot Bachira and Rin, with Rin seemingly getting annoyed by Bachira's antics. You approach the duo and pat them both on the back, prompting Bachira to tease you, asking you why you aren't wearing a wedding gown. Just as you were planning to respond, your alarm goes off, causing you to feel embarrassed.

Quickly shutting off the alarm, you hear Bachira let out a laugh. “Pfft, dreamy jazz, huh?”

You glared at him, and Rin sighed, watching the both of you. “How mature,” he thought. He checks his watch and says that it's time for class.

“I'll see you later.” He waves goodbye before heading off, leaving you with Bachira, who is still laughing.

[ 📷 ` ]

As the lecture came to a close, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. You had just endured a grueling 4-hour lecture, and you were eager for a break. As you were about to bury your head in your arms, your phone vibrated with a message from Rin.

“Who is it?” Bachira asked out of curiosity, tilting his head.

“It's Rin. He wants to meet us outside,” you replied as you began packing your things.

Bachira didn't ask any more questions and soon followed suit, packing up his things as well.

While the two of you were making your way out of the room, Rin was waiting for you outside. Already looking impatient. He began to walk before you even had the chance to say something.

“Where are we going, Rin?” You asked as you tried to catch up with him.

“I thought you wanted to talk with Sae?” Rin answered, furrowing his brows. Upon hearing his response, you froze in your spot, feeling nervous and excited all at once. Bachira, who noticed your nervousness, made an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You look like you're about to take a dump, lol,” He said, trying to make you laugh.

Of course, it didn't work.

“Shut up, you're not helping,” you glared.

After walking for over 15 minutes, Rin stopped and looked at you.

“Ready?” He asked. You gave him a thumbs up and tried to force a smile. Rin didn't say anything and just walked towards the door of Sae's class, which, luckily, was open.

Shidou, who was zoning out, saw the younger Itoshi outside, causing him to tap the older Itoshi's shoulder, getting his attention.

“What?” Sae replied, looking irritated.

“Your brother is outside,” Shidou answered, pointing at Rin. Upon seeing Rin, Sae stood up nearly immediately and walked towards him.

“Someone wants to talk to you,” Rin said to his brother.

“It's not a fan that's going to confess their love to you. Don't worry,” Rin added before turning to you, nodding his head, and signaling you to start talking to Sae.

“Hi! My name is Yn, and I'm a student in Ms. Rosedale's art class. We've been tasked with finding a model for our final project, and Ms. Rosedale suggested that you would be perfect for the job. So I was wondering if you'd be interested in being my model for the project. No pressure, of course! Feel free to decline if you're not interested. I completely understand.” You speak politely, forcing yourself to not smile like an idiot while speaking to Sae.

“Is it right now?” He asks as you finish speaking.

“Oh, no, no. It doesn't have to be right now,” you replied, shaking your head.

The student model asked several more questions about the project before finally nodding.

“Alright then. I'll be in your care. I look forward to working with you, Yn.”

SUMMARY. After being assigned the task of finding a model for a project, you, a student photographer, have to face the challenging task of approaching and persuading Itoshi Sae, whom you have a crush on, to be your model. Working with Sae is a huge opportunity to add a renowned name to your portfolio. The pressure and responsibility are real, but so is the chance to achieve something great.

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luimagines · 1 year ago

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Take the Potion

Another commission!

Masterlist

They asked for stubborn Links in which they refused to take the health potion.

Content under the cut!

Wild

“Wild.” You approached the young man steadily, as one would a cornered wild animal. “Care to explain what happened?”

He gives you a tired, almost angered look. “I was up a tree.”

“Yes?”

“I got the eggs to make breakfast.”

“...And?”

“I fell.”

You have to bite your lip. His clipped answers were new. Granted, he wasn’t exactly one of the more talkative of the bunch, but he was never this snippy. “And then what happened?”

“I broke my arm.” He glares at the space just around you. You think he’s frustrated with himself. And while that may be true- it’s not a far off guess to say that he was also genuinely annoyed that you’re asking him of this.

You can’t help it. You snort and sit next to him. “Did you tell anyone about it?”

He looks away, poking the dropped arm with a neutral expression. He doesn’t want to show how much pain it’s in. Or he has high pain tolerance. It could go either way with this one. At least it doesn’t look broken. So he either put it back into place himself (also not surprising) or it’s not that bad.

You hold out the potion. “I have something for you.”

“Don’t need it.”

You scoff. “Don’t be stupid. What if one of the guys punched your arm?... Or we get attacked? How are you going to explain that not only can you not use your sword but you’re out of luck with your bow as well?”

Wild doesn’t answer for a moment. Instead he chooses to look away from you. Out of sight out of mind, right?

You sigh and shift around him, reaching around to shake the bottle in his peripheral vision. “Don’t make me tell Time-”

Wild snags the bottle and uncorks it with his teeth. “This stays between us. Not a word to the others, understand?”

You grin, feeling satisfied and happy with the results. “Of course, Link. Anything you say”

Legend

At first there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the Hero of Legend. He was walking normally and rough housing and bantering as he normally would have. But then he started walking slower. Not a big deal. No one thought much of it, they just passed him, thinking he couldn’t fall so far behind. Then he started walking with a limp.

Then you noticed the steadily growing blood stain just under his boot-

“Link, stop right there.” You command.

Legend- and Time unfortunately, stop dead in their tracks. Both of them turn to look with confusion in their eyes. Legend’s is mildly laced with irritation until he sees that you’re looking directly at him- and you don’t look pleased. His looks softens into something a little more sheepish after that.

Time looks between you both and promptly backs out of it. Every man for himself.

You march up to Legend and point to the injury. “How long were you planning on hiding that?”

“Pssh...” He waves you off. ”It’s nothing.”

“You’re limping.”

“Well it itches.”

You smack the side of this head. “Idiot. You’re not superhuman.”

“I’m fine.” Legend moves away from you and begins to walk with the rest of the group.

You grab him before he can leave and hold him while you search through your bag with your other hand.

“Come on, this isn’t necessary-”

“Here.” You all but push Legend away with the strength you chive the potion into his chest. “Drink it or so help me, I will make you.”

“Alright, alright, by the three-...” Legend takes the bottle with more dramatic flare than you think is called for. “If it will get you to calm down.”

He opens it and takes a small sip. “It’s not like we have a lot of these, you know-”

“Just drink it.” You cross your arms.

Legend pauses again before taking another sip. “...What? Are you just going to watch me finish it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not that bad!”

“I beg to differ.”

Warrior

“I’m fine.” Warrior groans, pushing you to the side. Granted, he’s not rough with it. He can’t afford to be. An arrow has been fully logged into his forearm from the inside and it’s been hard to put any pressure on it.

You’re not impressed.

“Ok, so tell me why is there blood on your shirt then?” You point to it with your free hand. Your other hand still has the health potion extended towards him and you’re not ending this until he takes it from you and drinks it.

“Well It’s not mine.”

“Monsters don’t have red blood.”

“It’s not monster blood then.”

You growl, shoving the potion towards him again. “Don’t make me do something drastic, hero.”

The word stings your tongue and Warrior flinches. The way he had gotten injured to begin with was nothing short of a hero complex. He had bitten off than he could chew and his impulsive and brash nature had gotten the best of him this time around

“It was an accident.”

“I know. That doesn’t change this.” You glare.

To be completely honest, you're more upset about the injury than the man in front of you, but he doesn’t need to know that just yet. You shake the bottle to emphasize it. Warrior glances away like a petulant child.

“You’re full of it.”

“I am not!” He snaps back snagging the potion before he registers what he did. He did it with the wrong hand.

Warrior grimaces with a pained cry and drops the bottle. You catch it and uncork it before he can change his mind.

With a shake of your head, you hold it out again. “Believe me now?”

Warrior whines. Your heart and attitude softens a bit at the sound. Maybe you’re being a bit brash yourself. “Here.” You tilt his head towards you with two fingers. “Open.”

Warrior does as you say even if he closes his eyes. He drinks the potion and relaxes. The magic does its work and you both calm down. “Thank you.”

Time

“Are you ok, Old Man?” You had asked him. He seemed to be breathing a little heavily even if there didn’t seem to be anything too bad going on with him. But he did get hit in the fight. He got hit hard enough that the wind was knocked out of him. He had to be dragged out of the fight so he could catch his breath.

“I’m fine.” He grunts.

“You don’t look fine.” You press. It could have gotten worse. “Is it the hit?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Time-”

“Listen-”

“Link.” You glare. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad at all.” He meets you head on.

You reach out and poke his side.

Time reacts as if you’ve burned him and he hardly manages to kill the pained cry that leaves him from the contact. You pull your hand back slowly with wide eyes. You hardly touched him. But you could feel it. His ribs are broken.

“You really are getting old.” You smile awkwardly. It was supposed to be a joke but it falls flat. “Um… Here. Hold on.”

You bend down, taking your bag out in front of you so that you can look through it. “I might have something left over.”

“I’m not going to take your-”

“Found it!” You cry out happily. You take out the health potion and hold it out to him. “Here. This should help.”

Time’s look softens but he puts his hand over yours, pushing it down. “Keep it. You need it more.”

You give him a deadpanned look. It’s such a striking contrast from the moment before that it startles a laugh out of Time. “Which one of us is hurt here, me or you?”

Time sighs. It dissolves into an impromptu staring contest. A test of wills.

You push it forward again.

“Alright, fine.” Time grimaces and takes the bottle. He uncorks it and takes a generous swig of it before he looks you in the eyes again. “Thank you.”

You grin, albeit weakly. “It must be worse than I thought. You didn‘t put up much of a fight.”

“Hush.”

Wind

“I don’t want to drink it!”

You frown, holding the health potion in your hand. “Wind, don’t be ridiculous. You have to or it’s going to get worse.”

He turns his violently to the side. A hand comes up to knock the bottle away “I won’t drink it. I’m tired of that stuff. It tastes disgusting.”

“Don’t be such a baby.” You frown, pushing his hand away from yours. You push the healing potion towards him again. “Just drink it fast and don’t let it touch your tongue. That’s how I do it.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Well you don’t see me complaining do you.” You challenge him. “So stop whining.”

“I’m not doing it.” Wind meets you head on. He’s glaring.

You stare back for a solid ten seconds before you yell out, “Time, you were asking about who was the one who dropped all the fish food in the lake earlier?”

Time turns his head as Wind pales. Wind reaches out to cover your mouth with both of his hands. Wind turns his hand to the leader. “They’re lying.”

Time just raises an eyebrow. “Are they now?”

“Yes.” Growling, Wind snatches the bottle from your hands. “You play dirty.”

“You’re the literal pirate.” You stick your tongue out at the boy. Wind uncorked the bottle with little difficulty. He stares at it for a long period of time. He’s clearly hyping himself up to drink the contents within. You wait and wait. You turn to Time. “Wind just so happened to-”

“Shut up!” Wind kicks your shin, throwing the health potion back like a shot.

You laugh at the way he seems to shiver from the liquid going down his throat. He coughs and gags. You take the bottle back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was awful.”

“Are you done complaining?” You raise an eyebrow, getting comfortable in the spot next to him.

Wind looks to you with an unimpressed expression. “I’m never doing that again.”

“You said that last time.”

“Well I mean it this time.”

Hyrule

“Come on- just one sip.” You plead. The bottle full of liquid sloshes around with your movement.

Hyrule shakes his head, only for it to flop. “Dun… need it.”

“I beg to differ.” Your voice drops, entering the gravely portion that you try to avoid. It’s a voice that shouldn’t belong to you and it catches his attention.

“Go drink… some water…” Hyrule raises his arm to point- but he can’t bring himself to point and he only gestures to the rock wall beside you. The hit to his head was incredibly bad but he’s not in a state to either be cooperative or forced to take the potion.

“Link, honey, this is for you.” You try a different approach and put the bottle in his hand.

“What issssss……it..” He lifts it the best he can but you can see him struggle to get his vision in order.

“Water.” You grin tightly. You uncorked the bottle. “Here. This will help you feel better. But you have to drink all of it, ok? Otherwise it won’t work.”

Hyrule hums and brings the bottle to his lips. You press the top of your fingertips to the bottom of the bottle and tilt it slowly as he drinks it. His eyebrows furrow when he registers the texture and taste of the potion but you tilt it a bit more. He has to drink more of it to keep up with the inertia of the liquid.

He coughs and you pull it away.

The light returns to his eyes for a moment to glare at you. “Rude.”

“Better?” You press the bottle to him again.

He looks away for a moment, still upset before he sighs. He takes the bottle from you and admits defeat. “...Yes.”

You sag. “You’re as stubborn as a mule, Link.”

Twilight

Twilight grunted as he pushed himself up against the wall of the dungeon. Admittedly, it was not his best performance but he got the job done.

There was a deep wound in his side. The blade of the monster had cut him deeper than he wanted to admit. He was thankful that he wore as many layers as he did.

Twilight took a breath. He calmed down. All he had to do now was wait for someone to come get him and they would be able to call it a day. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. He could hardly feel it if he had to be honest with himself.

That’s it, he decides. He’s going to just keep going. He’s fine. He doesn’t need to have anyone else wait on him.

“Hello hello?” You call down the hallway, trepidatious and nervous.

Twilight relaxes. He’s happy to see you. “Hey there, yourself.”

You also seem to relax at the sight of him, but then your eyes dip down. “....Link…”

Uh-oh. You said the name. His name.

Twilight suddenly gets a tad sheepish. “Yes?”

“What… happened to you?” Your jaw drops and you instantly drop to your knee, taking your bag out from behind you.

“Oh, this?” Twilight takes his arm off of it. It’s all red. “It’s nothing.”

“Link.” You stress, taking out a potion. “Why are you like this?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Twilight pushes forward. He may trip, but he blames it on the rocks on the floor and not the blood loss.

You are undeterred. In fact, you deadpan. “Link Ordon.”

“Not the full name.” Twilight whines.

“Take the potion.” You glare. You shove the potion towards his chest.

Twilight takes note of your furrowed brow and your pout. It’s your serious face. Part of him knows that this isn’t to be trifled with. ..But you’re so cute.

He sighs, trying to make it seem more of an effort than it really is and takes the potion out of your hand. “If I take this, will you stop pouting?”

“I’m not pouting!”

Twilight smirks, uncorking the bottle. “Uh-huh.”

Sky

Gasps and hisses were the only things to fill the air during the quiet night’s watch.

“What on earth are you doing?” You hiss back. “You’re going to wake someone else up and they’re going to think that you’re doing something inappropriate.”

Sky just grunts in reply and you stand- almost afraid to see what he was really up to. You run your hands through your hair and begin to close the distance. “Don’t expect me to cover for you when Time or Wind- oh by the golden three-”

He’s trying to put a bandage around his forearm. You don’t know but it’s bleeding profusely and Sky has the bandage in his mouth to try and keep it tight enough to wrap it around.

Your stomach drops for a moment and you have to turn your head to keep the contents within yourself. “I’m not going to ask.” You say instead. “But give me one second…”

You turn and make it back to your bed roll. You fall to your knees and take out your pack. It’s dark and your back is against the firelight so it’s hard to see. You have to fiddle around for a moment before you manage to take out what you were looking for.

You make your way back and drop the bottle unceremoniously on Sky’s lap. “Drink that.”

Sky drops the bandage from his mouth and looks up to you. “Thanks, but you should save that for an emergency.”

“You’re hurting.” You deadpan, not willing to deal with this during the witching hour. “Enough so that it woke me up. Just take it. I’ll get more.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” Sky argues, holding your potion out to you. “Keep it.”

You frown, taking the bottle and bashing it over his head. The glass shatters and the potion seeps into his body anyway- healing the hit and the cut simultaneously.

Sky freezes as the glass rains down his face and body.

“Retail taught me that one.” You say and move to go back to bed. Stubborn man. You’re not going to play those games.

Four

“How did you manage this?” You frown, putting your hands on your hips.

Four winces and slowly laying backwards against the stone floor. “I have no idea but it certainly wasn’t my greatest moment.”

“I’ll say.” You take the potion on reflex and sit down next to him. “Come on, drink up. I’m not going to carry you out of here.”

“Nah.” He doesn’t even look at you. “Save it. Just give me a moment and then we’ll be on our way.”

“And if you’re bleeding internally?” You raise an eyebrow.

Four doesn’t react. “My blood is all on the inside anyway, that’s where it’s supposed to be.”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow.”

“Drink the potion.” You press, putting a hand on his chest. His breath leaves him with a wheeze and he has to push you off.

“That’s where I got hit!” He croaks, trying to get his breath back. “Don’t just touch it!.”

You poke it again. “I would hurt less if you drank the potion.”

Four grunts, sending you one of the nastiest glares you’ve ever received from the young man.

You shake the potion in front of his face.

Four growls and takes the potion. He has to force himself to sit up again and it’s clear he struggles to make it all the way. You push him up as gently as you can. Four puts his attention into opening the blasted bottle while you hold him steady.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” He complains as he takes a sip.

“You love me.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t put up with half of the things I do if you didn’t.”

“Lucky you. And lucky me.” He takes another sip, a bigger one this time. You don’t dignify that with a response.

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1. What’s the most accurate/canon depiction of The Rogues relationship with each other for both pre-New 52 and post-New 52 comics? (eg what Mark is to Lisa and vice versa, what Digger is to Sam and vice versa, Len and Mick, etc until you’re done listing how everyone’s relationship with everyone else is like)

You can add others (Owen, Axel, Evan, etc) if you want, but this question is mostly aimed at the main Rogues.

2. I swear I saw a post from someone on this platform, I don’t know if it was you or somebody else, but they basically said something along the lines of: “You’d think that it would be out of character for Barry to leave his villains in Iron Heights, knowing how unethical the prison is and all. But the more I thought about it, the more I agreed that no, it isn’t actually that out of character for Barry.”

That thought has been stuck in my head ever since, and as someone who doesn’t really know Barry’s characterisation all that much (a crying shame, I know), I just wanted your opinion.

Is this statement true? I’d like to hear your reasoning for if you agree or disagree.

I didn’t know if I should keep these two questions on separate asks or not, so I just combined them both onto one. Hope you don’t mind all that much. I know it will probably take awhile to answer my questions, if you decide you want to that is. If you do then no pressure, take as much time as you want. If you decide you won’t answer, that’s also completely fine with me. Either way, hope your happy and safe wherever you are and have a good day/night.

Buckle up, because this is a long ride. To start, I'm leaving out stuff like when a Rogue was mind-controlled into doing something, or when they weren't in control of their actions due to being puppeted by Neron or Nekron (although the Black Lanterns were speaking from their victims' memories and thus may have had relevant things to say. It wasn't that person committing evil acts, however). That stuff wasn't voluntary, though of course the people harmed by them during those periods might not see it that way.

--Pre-Flashpoint--

Lisa and Len: Their relationship has varied depending on the era. In the Bronze Age they were often indifferent and sometimes hostile to each other (she didn't seem upset about Len's purported death), but occasionally got along well. After Crisis they frequently worked together and were generally friendly, but tensions built and things turned bad -- originally, Lisa was intended to have murdered her brother for his cold gun, but that was nixed in favour of her just stealing it. By the Johns era she was dead and Len was overtly mourning her, and we'd see in retconned flashbacks that they were very close due to their shared traumatic upbringing. One flashback showed her saying she'd become a criminal to be like her big brother, although Bronze Age comics were quite clear that she did it to avenge her dead boyfriend.

Lisa and Mark: They didn't interact much (just a few issues), but she poisoned him in one story to get him to do her bidding. It doesn't seem like they were close.

Lisa and Digger: Again, they didn't interact much, but she poisoned him in one story to get him to do her bidding. After she died, the tabloids claimed that she and Digger had a secret love-child -- which wasn't true -- but maybe they had more interactions that we never saw. Or maybe the tabloids just assumed Lisa was the mother because she was the only female Rogue in those days.

Lisa and Sam: They never interacted with each other back in the day, but in a later retcon Lisa wanted to be introduced to him because he was "cute".

Lisa and Roscoe: They were dating, and were very close. Eventually death separated them several times and they didn't get back together for unknown reasons.

Lisa and Mick: She and Len once tried to kill Mick in the Bronze Age, but he doesn't seem to have held a grudge; the three of them got along fine after Crisis, and they worked and socialized together. In the Johns era we saw an early flashback of Mick being exceptionally rude to Len about Lisa, so maybe their early relations weren't always great.

Lisa and Hartley: They only appeared in a few stories together, and in one (Blue Devil #30) they didn't interact much but seemed friendly. In DC Retro-Active: The Flash: 1980s they got along quite well, and seemed to get along when the heroes were rescuing Wally from the Turtle Man. Overall they were civil and friendly with each other.

Lisa and James: They co-existed well enough at Len's party, but she later poisoned him to get him to do her bidding. And the relationship between James and the Rogues (including her) was rather sour in Blue Devil. They seemed terse with each other at best.

Len and Mark: Len's been kind and supportive to Mark over the years, especially since taking over the team's dad role, but interestingly he didn't list Mark amongst the Rogues he liked. (There was also a panel in which Len listed Mark amongst three Rogues who were his "real family", but that was right after saying he was glad Lisa was dead -- it was from Johns' first arc and he quickly retconned his own work). Mark seems to like him, and trusted him enough to confess to Clyde's killing. The two had a good relationship of mutual support in Rogues' Revenge, which was probably the best they've ever had and the closest they've been.

Len and Digger: In Len's spotlight issue, he claimed Digger was one of the few Rogues he liked. They did get along well, including working together outside of the Rogues/Central City, though Len didn't treat Digger very kindly near the end of his life. Len was also cool-to-hostile to him after he returned from the dead and wanted to rejoin the Rogues, and actually beat the shit out of him (admittedly Digger had just done something stupid). That said, Len wistfully said "what are friends for, eh, Digger?" when Digger was dead and told Owen that Digger "was one of…my friends", so it seems Len always did retain a soft spot for him even despite his growling. He was probably taking a tough-love approach, even if he was a jerk about it.

Len and Sam: They got along fine before Sam was killed, and even liked each other enough to work together outside of the Rogues/Central City. They didn't seem close or anything, but Sam was one of the few Rogues Len said he liked in his spotlight issue.

Len and Roscoe: They seemed to get along okay or were mostly indifferent to each other before Roscoe died, but after his death Len made it very clear he didn't miss him (although interestingly, Len seemed sad at his funeral). This may be because Roscoe had recently tried to kill the other Rogues if they messed with his plan after he'd died (which they did), but the fact that Roscoe dated Len's sister surely didn't help. By the Johns era the two of them hated each other, and Len opted not to treat Roscoe like he did most Rogues -- leaving him to languish in prison and not helping him when he clearly needed it. Things eventually devolved to Roscoe threatening to mind-control the other Rogues to make them fall in line, and Len killed him. Afterwards, we learned that at some point in earlier history Len had turned the other Rogues against Roscoe to become the group's leader, but unfortunately we don't know the details of what happened.

Len and Mick: A very complicated relationship, which goes from friendly to openly hostile and back again…sometimes within the same issue. Mick said he got along with all the Rogues but Len, which is basically true, and Len was a major reason Mick spent long periods estranged from the Rogues. In the Bronze Age, Len (and Lisa) tried to kill Mick, and previously Len had tried to traumatize Mick by manipulating him into killing an innocent person. Len's been openly insulting to Mick at times, who'd then retaliate in kind, but Len has also been supportive and helpful with Mick's many psychological issues. Sometimes Len watched out for his well-being in ways nobody else did. The end result is a complicated and not very healthy frenemy relationship between them, though they generally work well together with their complementary tech.

Len and Hartley: They seemed to get along okay until Hartley reformed (though there was a flashback to Len being callous to him in the early days), but Len's been low-key hostile to him ever since. There must be an underlying reason for it, because Len didn't really treat other reformed Rogues that way (even if he wasn't always thrilled with them) and I think he just doesn't like Hartley.

Len and James: In Len's spotlight issue, he said James was one of the few Rogues he liked. Which is interesting because I've never seen a particular bond between the two of them, but Len did accept James back quite readily after a long period of reform (which even involved fighting against the Rogues as part of the FBI). James doesn't seem to have much fondness for Len though, and has cheerfully tricked and pranked him a few times.

Mark and Sam: They seem to have gotten along okay, though they didn't interact much.

Mark and Digger: They were generally quite friendly to each other, though Mark didn't have the nicest things to say about Digger after he'd died. The Rogues can be like that with each other, however, so it might not really mean anything.

Mark and Mick: They didn't interact much but got along well when they were on the same side. However, the two of them have frequently been on opposing sides (or at least one was reformed and one wasn't), so there may have been ongoing tension between them from the time of Mick's first stint with reform. But things were fine between them when Mick rejoined the Rogues after that, so it seems like there was no lingering grudge.

Mark and Roscoe: They didn't interact much but seemed to get along okay. In Blackest Night, Roscoe's zombie (which wasn't actually him, but had his memories) spoke flatteringly to Mark and reminded him that at some unspecified point they'd once planned to take out Len and run the Rogues together, which was a bombshell never addressed again. They probably would have turned on each other if the plan ever came to fruition, but there was either mutual respect or some intended backstabbing going on there.

Mark and Hartley: They seemed to get along reasonably well back in the day, though many Rogues were frosty to Hartley after he reformed and Mark was probably no different. Hartley didn't seem as though he had fond feelings for Mark after reforming, as he was pretty apathetic when he saw Mark distressed in Iron Heights and potentially exposed to a lethal virus, and Hartley was as cold to the Rogues when he 'returned' undercover as they were to him. It's not clear whether Hartley knew Mark was part of the Rogues who'd killed his parents and framed him for it, or if he'd even blame Mark for that since Mark wasn't directly involved in the scheme. But it's fair to say that they didn't get along well from at least the Johns era until Flashpoint.

Mark and James: They got along well before Crisis, and socialized in a friendly manner up into the Waid era. But things had probably changed by the time James joined the FBI, in which he was working to take down the Rogues (including Mark). James rejoined the Rogues in the aftermath of Rogue War and interacted civilly with them, though he was openly contemptuous of their behaviour in Countdown and we later learned that he was there undercover. I think it's likely James didn't have particularly warm feelings for Mark or most of the others, and perhaps there was just too much bad blood before James was killed and the universe soon rebooted.

Roscoe and Mick: They didn't interact much but seemed to get along okay; they looked cheery when chatting during a flashback in Mick's spotlight issue. However, Mick's narration stated that he got along with Roscoe even though Roscoe talked over everyone's heads, so it seems probable that Mick tolerated him more than liked him.

Roscoe and Digger: They got along well before Crisis, but haven't been shown interacting since. Both have done personality 180s since Crisis, and I can't imagine either of their newer personalities would like or even tolerate the other, so they probably wouldn't get along and likely avoided each other. Roscoe did attend Digger's funeral, though.

Roscoe and James: In the Silver/Bronze Ages they never actually interacted with each other on panel, though they must have met behind the scenes because James was at Roscoe's funeral and complained about his sense of humour. (We've also seen a flashback of them together from a comic published later.) And James spoke dismissively of him after his death, calling him the least of the Rogues. It's difficult to say what their relationship was, though James clearly wasn't impressed by him, and probably wasn't thrilled with Roscoe when his mind-whammy was undone…and Roscoe died soon after, so they never spoke again before the universe was rebooted. It doesn't seem to have been a good relationship, but we've seen so little of their interactions.

Roscoe and Hartley: They seemed to get along okay before Roscoe died, but things took an ugly turn after he'd returned and Hartley had reformed. Roscoe tried to goad Hartley into killing a presidential candidate and then tried to frame him for it, and did so by being a homophobic asshole to him and Hartley understandably thought he was a monster. My opinion, based on what Roscoe said in the issue, is that he was trying to seriously rile up Hartley to accomplish his plan and might not have actually believed the stuff he said…but it doesn't change that he said and did it, and was in fact acting like a monster. What's interesting is that later (in the Johns era) Hartley was lamenting having no living family left, and Roscoe told him "You still have family. Me for one." Which was probably cold comfort and Hartley wouldn't agree, but it's still very interesting that Roscoe would say that.

Roscoe and Sam: Roscoe was generally quite friendly to Sam, but Sam tricked him into losing a million dollar bet and left him to die in a booby-trapped prison, so Roscoe resentfully helped Barry ruin Sam's plan. Roscoe secretly swore to get payback, but never seems to have acted on it and Sam screwed him over again by later stealing his loot. For whatever reason, Sam was the Rogue that Roscoe chose to inform of his death, though he also had a scheme to blow up the Rogues if they messed with his revenge plan (which they did). They had a weird relationship, but I think Roscoe liked Sam more than the other Rogues.

Sam and Digger: They were generally great pals, despite some hiccups here and there -- Digger was a dick to Sam in Gotham and then tried to hypnotize him into doing his dirty work. Sam was pissed enough that he tried to get a cop to shoot Digger dead. But otherwise they got along quite well and worked/socialized together even outside the Rogues and Central City, and after Sam died his costume and tech ended up in Digger's hands and he used them to commit incognito crimes. The other Rogues were furious (not knowing who was doing it), but Digger thought Sam would appreciate the joke, and he was probably right.

Sam and James: They mostly got along okay, although Sam robbed James of his loot once, and all the Rogues of the late Bronze Age tended to snarl at each other for some reason.

Sam and Hartley: Their relationship didn't seem particularly notable until Hartley was hospitalized for a nervous breakdown, and then Sam and Digger went in disguise to free him. Both were somewhat dismissive of Hartley, claiming he wasn't a great pal or anything, but the Rogues sometimes do that to downplay their feelings (perhaps to seem like tough guys?) and they went to a fair bit of effort to spring someone they didn't really care about. They obviously cared.

Sam and Mick: They seemed to get along well before Mick had a traumatic experience and left the Rogues. We don't know what Sam thought about Mick's reform.

Digger and James: They generally got along in a friendly jocular manner before Crisis, though one time Digger disapproved of James trying to unmask an apparently-deceased Flash and kicked him for it…they ended up squabbling and yelling at each other. After Crisis, Digger turned his back and suggested that the Rogues should let James fall to his death. Later, after Digger had been away from the Rogues a long time and James had reformed, Digger repeatedly begged him for money and James completely cut him off, calling him a "mooch". So perhaps relations soured after their time apart.

Digger and Hartley: As noted above, Digger and Sam went to some trouble to free Hartley from lock-up. That aside, they didn't have a good relationship; Digger criticized Hartley's battle tactics and Hartley thought poorly of Digger's intelligence even before Crisis, and we know that Digger made a lot of shitty comments/jokes about Hartley's sexuality. And Digger was openly hostile when he saw Hartley at Linda Park's funeral. Post-Crisis' Digger's personality is obnoxious enough that he'd definitely get on Hartley's nerves (and vice versa, to be honest), so it's no surprise they don't get along.

Digger and Mick: They seemed to get along well, though as noted above Mick could get along with almost everyone. Digger may not have appreciated Mick's stints of reform, but he still accepted the situation when Mick sometimes returned to hang out with the guys, so maybe it didn't even bother him. And Mick was willing to lend him money (likely knowing he wouldn't get it back) after James cut him off, with a bit of gentle chiding about getting his shit together. They appear to have had a good relationship.

James and Hartley: Best friends, at least when they're being written properly; we'll leave Countdown out of this because we all know how OOC it was. James was friendly with Hartley when they were both Rogues (it's not known whether he knew Hartley's sexuality then, but he might have), and he accepted Hartley once Hart had reformed and become a pariah to the Rogues and was openly gay. Later Hartley was accused of murdering his parents and James refused to help him when he was on the lam, but it's very possible that was due to the general mind control James was under, so it's debatable whether that was really his fault. Ditto for James basically press-ganging Hartley and Mick into the FBI. Either way, all those shenanigans aside, they're very good friends who like, accept, and trust each other. James also left his will and data for taking down the Rogues to Hartley, and told him that the information was hidden from everyone else by invisible ink.

James and Mick: They've never seemed particularly close, but later in life developed the commonality of reform or semi-reform and both are quite easy to get along with. As stated above, James drafted Mick and Hartley into the FBI and that may not have been their choice, but James was supportive of Mick's mental health and ensured he received plenty of psychological support…which was definitely necessary. He also encouraged Mick to train and remain physically healthy, so overall he was very considerate of his needs and well-being. They weren't close after the two of them went back to the Rogues, but that may have been because Mick sincerely wanted to return and James was (apparently) undercover. Overall they had a friendly and supportive relationship, despite some occasional bumps.

Hartley and Mick: Their relationship before Crisis wasn't particularly notable one way or another, but in the Johns era they were firm friends and allies during a time when most of the Rogues neither liked nor accepted Hartley. Hartley was a fugitive at the time, and Mick was the only person willing to help him with no questions asked. They later worked well together at the FBI, but weren't close when Mick rejoined the Rogues.

--Post-Flashpoint--

Digger and all other Rogues: Only Digger and Len have had significant interactions, and that story inexplicably depicted them as not knowing each other. However, a later issue showed Len offering Digger a place with the Rogues via text message.

Roscoe and all other Rogues: He's only interacted with them in passing, although Len tried to kill him again so it seems their relationship hasn't improved :>

James and all the other Rogues: He's only interacted with them in passing (aside from Axel), and he mind-controlled them into doing his bidding so there's probably no love between them and him. A past version of him also worked on the Legion of Zoom with the Snarts, but they were cool towards each other.

Lisa and Len: For a while she blamed and hated him for giving the Rogues metahuman powers, which left her seriously injured/ill and her boyfriend trapped in the Mirrorverse, but those problems are over now and the two are fairly close despite occasional differences. She opposed his regime during "Year of the Villain", but still cared about his safety and his conscience, and she broke him out of custody after his defeat. For his part, Len made a lot of mistakes during the New 52 and was selfish at times, but he went to great lengths to keep her safe and healthy during her illness.

Lisa and Sam: They almost got married and were very close through many struggles, but eventually broke up and she's been cool towards him since. He reacted by becoming a sullen hedonist, and their breakup is probably a big part of why he's not been with the Rogues for a while.

Lisa and Marco: He admired and respected her and wanted her to be team leader before seemingly falling back towards Len's leadership. They treat each other with mutual respect, though he put her life at risk in Rogues Rebellion when he'd had enough of the ongoing shenanigans. He later returned to do the right thing and help her and the others.

Lisa and Mick: He's frequently been surly towards her as he is with everyone else, but clearly cares about her and treats her with about as much respect as he has for anyone.

Lisa and Hartley: The first time they interacted on panel, Lisa got revenge on him for being a "traitor", but later that was forgotten and he went to a fair bit of trouble to keep her safe from danger. His narration stated that she'd supported him and helped him come out to the other Rogues before the New 52 began, indicating that they'd been good friends, so I don't know if they ever reconciled the 'traitor' thing or he simply let it go.

Len and Sam: They had/have something of an uneasy relationship because Sam was dating Len's sister, and Len was responsible for tearing them apart and nearly getting her killed…and after getting through all that, Lisa and Sam broke up and left Len somewhat in the middle. But Len has much better relations with Sam than he had with Roscoe before Flashpoint, and they mostly treat each other with friendliness and respect. But there's obviously anger and tension at times too.

Len and Mick: An extremely hostile relationship throughout most of the New 52, though Mick calmed down somewhat in Rebirth. All the meta Rogues were angry at Len, but Mick took it to another level of resentment and bitter violence. That's mostly behind them now, but Mick's still somewhat surly and it's probably a legacy of what happened to him. Len, on the other hand, didn't really take much responsibility for what he did to the other Rogues who weren't Lisa, and it's not surprising his relationship with Mick wasn't good. However, when the Sage Force was sorting out Mick's trauma it (or his mind) conjured up 'Len' to talk sense to him and calm him down, and by "Year of the Villain" Mick proclaimed that Len was his best friend, so obviously the situation significantly improved over time.

Len and Marco: They formerly had a terse relationship due to resentment about metahuman powers, though they seem to be on good terms now that it's behind them. Marco can be moody though, so that's probably a challenge at times.

Len and Hartley: They haven't interacted much, though Hartley saved Len from dying in an accident and Len seemed happy to see him -- but he also wanted Hartley to let him go, so maybe he was just buttering him up. Hartley was working as a hero at the time, so he wouldn't budge even for old times' sake.

Marco and Sam: Their relations have ranged from friendly to antagonistic during times of stress, but overall they treat each other with respect and have a brotherly relationship. They seem like actual friends.

Marco and Mick: Mick's intense anger issues and Marco's brooding moodiness was kind of a match made in hell and probably why they've never been close. They seem to get along okay now that Mick has mellowed a lot.

Marco and Hartley: They haven't interacted much.

Mick and Hartley: They haven't interacted much.

Mick and Sam: Mick was surly to everyone for most of the New 52, though his relationship with Sam in Rogues Rebellion was surprisingly positive and friendly. Sam tried to talk sense and the brotherhood of Rogues to Mick, who mostly dismissed him but still sacrificed himself to save the others, showing that Sam had gotten through to him. Mick later turned up alive, and was afterwards restored psychologically and physically by the Sage Force, which calmed him down significantly. But Sam turned into a jerk after he broke up with Lisa, and Mick yelled at him for it and finally got through to him somewhat, indicating that both of them listen to the other and are the better for it. Their relationship has never been warm and fuzzy, but it seems like there's enough respect to get the other guy to be better, and for both to accept advice.

Sam and Hartley: They were friendly during their interactions, which makes sense because Hartley was helping to save Lisa.

Question 2: I swear I saw a post from someone on this platform, I don’t know if it was you or somebody else, but they basically said something along the lines of: “You’d think that it would be out of character for Barry to leave his villains in Iron Heights, knowing how unethical the prison is and all. But the more I thought about it, the more I agreed that no, it isn’t actually that out of character for Barry.” That thought has been stuck in my head ever since, and as someone who doesn’t really know Barry’s characterisation all that much (a crying shame, I know), I just wanted your opinion. Is this statement true? I’d like to hear your reasoning for if you agree or disagree.

This is a bit of a tricky question, because Iron Heights was introduced and got most of its panel time when Barry was dead, so he wasn't around for the 'heyday' of its development when Ashley Zolomon and Wally West grappled with what was going on inside. We don't know what his position would have been before Flashpoint, though I don't think he would have liked it. Classic Barry was very much a law and order type (a cop, obviously), but that was in the days when prison brutality generally wasn't addressed in comics. We do know he was horrified by what was done to Clive Yorkin, which was an experimental and arguably cruel treatment of a prisoner.

But there's no question that Iron Heights has been around since Barry came back, that there's been abuse shown on-panel since then, and he hasn't really done anything about it. He was shocked by what happened to Axel in solitary and seemed like he was going to rescue him, but that just kind of petered out and it was Kristen Kramer and David Singh who did the work to stop Wolfe. I do think that's out of character….to a point. There's no question he's a cop and someone who follows the rules more often than, say, Wally. But that can also work both ways, and overt cruelty and harsh punishment isn't following the rule of law either. I think Barry wouldn't lose sleep if Wolfe took away prisoners' material comforts and privileges, even if we think that's wrong, but IMO he should find a beaten prisoner or a prisoner with his prosthetic arm removed unacceptable and take action. He's a person who has shown mercy towards reformed and even completely unrepentant villains before, and he's not perfect, but nobody is.

TL;DR I don't agree with how Barry's Iron Heights plot was handled.

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