#ooc: He doesn't know about Death Note

[obayozo-nolongerhuman]

for a second I thought you were light yagami

Huh? Who's that?

(ooc: Actually used the Aoi Bungaku one because yes. And he lowkey does! Only difference is that Light's hair is more brown?)

[sophrosyncc]

— what's up bro ?

you call the chrysos heirs bro. how do they react to it?

warnings/tags : slight story spoilers (you'll only notice them if you squint your eyes), gender-neutral reader, crack, slight ooc behavior (for the comedic effect) author's note : apologies for suddenly disappearing out of nowhere. I have severely underestimated how busy I'd be 🥀🥀 a bit of silly stuff before the dreaded 3.4 arrives. might edit this later characters : aglaea, anaxa, castorice, phainon.

aglaea

in her many years of leading the flame-chase journey, the last thing she expected was to be called bro.

no. you aren't the first one to call her that. both children and teenagers in the recent age of amphoreus have approached her with that nickname. cipher and phainon are definitely at the scene of the crime as well.

if she dislikes you, she'll ignore you or politely tell you off. unless you're elder caenis which is an entirely different situation on it's own.

compared to the next person on this list, she doesn't mind it if you call her that around others. it'll be a bit awkward at first but she gets used to it. there are far worse names or titles that others have given her, and she's glad that yours comes from a place of no ill intent.

if you are associated with phainon and cipher to a good extent, expect her to ask you if you were dared to do that.

maybe she'll give you an amused smile or laugh a bit after you call her bro. aglaea enjoys the unpredictability you bring in her life filled with daily routines and responsibilities. it's a nice break from what she's usually used to.

the only time you shouldn't is if she's doing something important.

on the other hand, if you're her lover, she'll be a be more playful with you. she may or may not call you bro when you least expect it. what's even worse is that no one will ever believe you if you tell them. the demigod of romance calling you bro out of nowhere sounds more impossible than completing the flame-chase journey.

can you really blame her? it's funny to see you surprised. aglaea can and will be a tease.

if you try to catch her off guard, it won't work.

call her garmentmakers bro as well and she'll enjoy it.

"hm? I don't remember calling you by that nickname. perhaps you have mistaken the voice from one of my garmentmakers for me — some of them can be playful."

anaxa

first of all, why would you call him bro?

are you asking for a death sentence? an early entrance to the nether realm?

or to catch his attention?

we're talking about the man who doesn't want to be called anything but anaxagoras. the same one who corrects everyone to the point he's made it a personal rule — he has a voiceline ranting about his own name.

if the two of you are strangers, he won't hesitate to tell you off. if he dislikes you, he'll give you a glare too or straight up ignore you. he isn't going to waste his time on you when he has better things to attend to.

however, if you're friends or lovers with him, anaxa will stare at you for a few good seconds. the scholar's silently judging you. he doesn't know whether being called bro is better than being called anaxa. to put it simply, it's awkward. he still corrects you in the end.

continue calling him bro after the first time and he'll eventually get used to it.

no. he's not calling you bro. it'll only happen in your dreams.

the era nova will happen before anaxa calls you bro.

call him bro in the classroom or anywhere near his students and he'll give you the nastiest side eye you've ever received. anaxa does not need the troublemakers getting ideas from you. that includes the other chrysos heirs as well.

a huge emphasis on the other chrysos heirs. entertaining the thought of phainon, cipher or aglaea hearing about that gives him dread. give this man some peace please.

"first of all, that's anaxagoras to you and remember that well. secondly, i'm not your bro. refrain from referring to me with such nicknames next time."

castorice

she... doesn't know how to react.

speechless. quiet.

a bit flabbergasted, even.

no worries, you didn't offend her at all. castorice simply doesn't know how to reply.

you are most likely the first one who's ever called her that. congratulations!

not a lot of people approach the hand of death and call them bro casually. people have called her by many names or titles as well, similar to aglaea, and the last thing that comes to mind is a casual nickname. castorice is also aware that she isn't the liveliest person around.

whether you're a stranger or someone she dislikes, she'll give you an awkward nod or ignore you. if there's others around her when you call her bro, she'll think you're talking about someone else. anyone but her.

however, if you're a friend: despite the silly nickname, she likes it.

being called bro isn't something she's definitely used to, but it's a nice and pleasant surprise. it gives her a sense of normalcy and comfort. it'll take more time for her to get used to it compared to the others. call her that with other people in the area and she'll be a bit confused if you're talking about her or someone else.

castorice won't call you bro often, but sometimes she will.

not a lot will change if you're her lover. she'll still react the same for the most part, but I can imagine her surprising you with another silly nickname of her own. it has to be mutual.

please just don't call her that in front of aglaea or tribbie.

she will be a bit embarrassed.

"it's... alright. there's no need to apologize. I enjoy the nickname quite a bit actually. please— don't be scared to call me that again, or other similar words."

phainon

phainon takes it extremely well. too well.

in fact, he'll even reciprocate it.

no one is surprised at all.

it isn't the first time he's heard others call him like that or the first time he's called others bro. call him bro and he's calling you bro as well. equivalent exchange.

he has also called some of the other chrysos heirs bro as well. both of you are guilty of that.

the only time he won't do it is if he dislikes you a lot. if you've played the 3.3 story quest. depending on the situation and how much he dislikes you, he'll either firmly tell you to not do that next time, pretend you didn't call him that, or glare at you.

worry not, it takes a lot to have the deliverer hate you.

if you tell him to stop calling you bro, phainon will respect that. however, he'll find other silly nicknames to call you, ones that you don't mind.

if you're his friend or his lover... good luck. one way or another he'll turn it into a competition on accident or purposefully, and it'll only get more heated if you're just as competitive as he is. get ready to have bets over who can come up with the most absurd nicknames in one minute or something else.

just be careful to not drag anyone into it, lest the two of you want to replicate chaos that could rival penacony's disaster.

"bro? haha! I didn't expect that but I'm not against it either. I guess that means you're my bro now as well. what? don't look at me like that."

masterlist

[zenyyyluvyuu]

Oh my good looking boy

[jason todd x fem reader]

Synopsis: just him being your boyfriend for 3 years

Cw/tw: implied sex, ptsd, a little injury

Author note: my English is so broke and grammarly suck I'm so sorry guys 😔 and for this jason i make him with no j scar on his cheeks, kinda ooc I'm sorry 😿

First time & one year:

at first he was kinda nervous with you, but he put up good work with being your boyfriend. He is still a private person, Not telling his past directly. Especially how he was resurrected from the death.

He's not ready to talk about that with you. He's soft with you but didn't let people know that he's soft.

He's also not ready to tell you he was a famous vigilante. He doesn't put a lot of trust in you but still 40%. He might be afraid that his identity will be exposed by you or you run away from fear.

You're just some ordinary civilian. And he's a civilian in the day and vigilante in the night. But trust me he will make time only for you, he will stay at your cozy apartment. When he shows up with a bandage/bandaid in his body, he will makes some excuses to lower your worrieness

Like when you two were chilling on the couch, his hands on your shoulder, sharing warms together, when he reaches a remote to change channel you saw his hand in a bandage.

"Jason what's happened with your hands, did some do that to you?" You ask with your worry tone, as you take his hands. His shoulder begins to tense up.

"Nah I accidentally cut my hands babe, you shouldn't worry too much, I'm kinda clumsy you know?.." his finger is interlocking with yours. Damn his hands are really bigger than yours.

You look at his face, looking if he lies. But then you let out a sigh. He must be really clumsy.

"okay then, but next time be careful.." he gives you a warm smile, he kisses your knuckles.

"no promises" he grins. Letting your head lean on his shoulder, he feels warm, not the uncomfortable warm but soothing warm from you.

Yeah yeahh fantastic 😈

he has to go out early from your apartment because he has a business to do, family business and job business (excuses)

In the end he was a good boyfriend. When walking out to take fresh air or a park. He will hold your hand and let you hold it first, or let you on the safe side of the road.

Hold an umbrella for you, let you sit on the back of his motorcycle and him riding it. He was also a protective yk and he respected your boundaries.

in intimate stuff he will kiss your lips, forehead and even your knuckles. Sex doesn't come first for you both and he doesn't want to scare you with his scarred body. Even the autopsy one. (His scarred hands were Exception)

Two year of dating:

he began to open up with you when he decided to do a sleepover at your apartment. And he now had a nightmare, woke up sweating and pale, his breath laboured. But you were there, with him, besides him. You calm him down, telling him reassuring words. Give him comfort.

You give him a space as you get out of the bedroom to get a cup of warm water for him. when you're gone, he begins to think that you're not like other people he had met before.

Your words bring comfort and calm, and you soothe him. He lets you hold him for a while. Rubbing a circle on his back, kind of soothing for him.

Tomorrow was kinda normal like usual, he sleeps Longer than usual, giving you an opportunity to make breakfast for him. You manage to slip from the bed. Tiptoed to your small kitchen, closing the bedroom door quietly.

When he wokes up, the first thing he does is rubbing the bed where you sleeps. When he feels the emptyness from where you sleep, he jolts awake, he sits up straight, looking at the room.

Okay he's still in your apartment, on your bed. He was raised from the bed, peeking over the door, and then it hit him. The Aroma of food you were making. He opened the door wider, letting himself out of the room.

Slowly he comes to you, you were in your cute apron, making breakfast.

"(name)?"

He called your name quietly, but enough for you to hear him. You turn around to face him, you give him a smile.

"ah! You were awake! I made breakfast" you stirr the food on your pan, he came closer to you. Letting his head fall to your shoulder. His hand is holding your waist, not tightly but light.

"last night ... Sorry for waking you up..and making you worried.." his eyes didn't meet you, still on your shoulder.

You pat his head gently.

"it's okay jay.. do you want to talk about it? After breakfast?.." he let out a sigh. But he let out a nod of approval.

Breakfast came quiet and slow, not suffocating but cozy. You glance at him chewing at the food.

"Is the food tasty? I think the salt is not enough." You continue to chew at your food.

He shook his head no "it is tasty, It's not lacking salt, really" he gazed at you.

You give him a smile "really? Glad you enjoyed the food."

He gives you back a small smile. Continuing his purpose to eat again.

The breakfast ends normally. He wants to do the dishes but you insist that he should stay on the couch and let you do the dishes. He can't say no when you give him a look.

When you're done, you go back to the couch, meeting him. His shoulder is already tense as you sit next to him.

"do you trust me (name)?" He asked you with those eyes. "Of course i trust you jay, why did you ask me that?" You ask back.

He was quiet for a minute and let out a sigh.

"I'm redhood."

"what?"

"you hear me (name) I'm not playing right now"

"..."

He didn't look at your expression. Too scared to look at your disappointment and the terrified look. He lowered his head, facing the floor beneath him. Closing his eyes waiting for the moment of it.

"what's wrong with being redhood?"

He opens his eyes quicker than ever, he looks at you. You didn't give him the terrified look or even disgust.

Instead you give him a warm look. Your eyes are comforting.

"You're not scared?"

"why would i be mad when my boyfriend is a freaking redhood, i get a free bodyguard you know? And even a good man like you" you give him a small smile.

"before we are dating, i sometimes almost get mugged you know? That's why i carry pepper spray, but when we do date, i no longer feel danger nearby because i have my vigilante boyfriend protecting me"

He paused a little. Damn his chest is giving him a really warm feeling right now. His shoulder relaxed. He let out a sigh of relief. Feeling better.

But he has to tell you more than that.

After that he tells you about him first being a robin and how he died by the hand of the joker. How he resurrected from the pit. How his mind was a mess and overwhelming. Turning him into this, redhood.

And you stay quiet and nod while he tells you all his past. Your face didn't change, but Your eyes hold a sorrowful depth, a quiet melancholy that lingers like a shadow.

After that you give him a sooting words to lower his nerves and tenses. His anxiety.

His hand holding yours tighter. He glanced at you, you didn't look at him but his callous finger. His scarred hand, you trace a circle on his hand. Bring him warm

And for the first time he feels like he feels inlove with you twice.

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Night comes again, he sleeps in your apartment again. But this time is different.

You were getting ready when he took off his shirt, leaving his sweat shirt. You are agape at his muscles body. But his skin was full of scar even the autopsy one.

Kinda hot right? 😈

"it's terrifying right?" He asked you, you quickly shook your head no. He raised a brow.

"no! It's alright.. I'm not scared at all"

"you do?"

You nod really hard.

You get up from the bed and to him. Your steps were slow and finally you were in front of him.

"can i?"

He nod

You gently trace his scar with your finger. Your touch was slow and Calm. He let out shivers at your touch. Your cold finger meets his warm skin.

He holds your hands stopping you from admiring his build.

"your hands are cold" he huffed, his breath warm on your forehead.

".. then why don't we share a warm time then jay?" You give him a reassuring smile.

He let you guide him to the bed, he plop on the bed first and your turn.

Yeah like that yuh uh

He Inhales your hair, the smell of your shampoo.

He holds your hands tightly but is not Hurtful. You can hear his steady heart beat. His body is warm. Too warm even. Like a human heater.

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Days passed and Jason began to open more to you, he keeps staying at your apartment, like he doesn't even have one. Yeah he's staying.

You do not mind also, it's nice having a company instead of alone.

He will probably buy you food or takeout. And he has this like a habit.

When you two are sleeping together, he will Cover your blanket, like adjusting it or even raise the blanket higher to your body. To keep you warm!

Three years dating:

And now he has claimed your apartment is like his home too. He leaves his apartment abandoned, well when he needs something he will go back to his own to take the things and go back to your house.

And when you confort it to him, he just shrugs. Like he cares anyway.

And now he decided to move on to your home.

Well move on means a little renovation right?

Yep he does it all, so you don't need to worry much, he got this.

He does the heavy lifting and you do the lighter one or decorate.

And when it's done, it looks cozy. The bedroom you shared was now upgraded, the bed is wider than you used to sleep in.

Fits only two people, jason and you of course.

The closet is upgraded to, from small to big. With his clothes in it mixed with yours.

A little decorations from you too.

The kitchen was... Well it's normal just no need for some movement. Just more equipment.

Even the bathroom is just some equipment upgraded. More med kit, toothpaste, soap, shampoo and his toothbrush.

The living room is uhh normal just you decorate it to be more cozy and Jason helps you.

You admire the works you two do. He let out a huff. He crossed his arms, his bicep flexing. You give a glance at his build. God damn.

The two of you take a break on the couch, relaxing.

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The night. You are getting ready after dinner, preparing to sleep, when jason hugs you from behind. He didn't wear anything besides his sweatpants

His head on your shoulder. Inhaling your smell. You turn your head to him.

"jay?"

He let out a sigh, and he started to kiss you, it started from your jaw to your cheeks. And then your lips.

He rest his fore head on yours. Giving you an adoring look. You give him a smile. Your cheeks is burning. He continues to kiss you, nice and slow.

You reply to the rhythm of his lips.

And then he will guide you to the bed and uhh

Plap plap plap lmao

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The day starts usually. The morning he wakes earlier than you did, he was a light sleeper.

Letting you rest he slips out from the bed to the kitchen. He cooks breakfast for you both.

In just his sweatpants and an apron.

And then when you wake up he is already prepared for the plate for you both. The savory smells hit your nostrils. Giving you excitement.

He smirks at your arrival, he gives a kiss to your forehead.

"morning sleepyhead" muah

"morning"

And then breakfast. Nom nom

He was now closer to you, and more protective. He sometimes silently pays the rent when you insist on splitting.

And he loves to tease you, hear you laugh and giggle. He was more humorous. And you love it.

Whenever you go he will be right beside you, he will be following you everywhere. Drive you walk you.

And your shared apartment safety Increase is more secure.

He's kinda paranoid yk, don't forget to chat with him when you come home safely from your work, walk and anywhere.

And sex uhmm. Well you guys kinda do it usually, in private ofc. He feels more confident when he's bare. He also has experience yk, and he can go nice and slow to rough and fast.

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Alr i hope you like my cringe fic again. And forgive me for any mistake that i write, and the broken English and grammarly wrong. And again i hope you like my fic

I'm sorry for the hiatus i will make time for y'all 😸

Don't forget to stay hydrated 🔅😸

Edit: a little stuff that i forgot to add sorry

[0coffeeplease0]

This is a request from zaniexcoffx1

New Doctor In Game

Forsaken Survivors + Killers x Medkit Reader

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Note: Characters will be ooc and I might make this a fanfic, probably when I am not very busy :d

Warnings: Swearing, death.

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Headcannons

Noob

•They were glad that there was a new survivor a healer at that!

•Noob thought that your outfit is very professional and stylish.

•They had tried touching your horns but was hesitant, they didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

•Is surprised at how you can heal others with your gun and damage the killers as well.

•Noob would sometimes be by your side, he likes the comforting aura you have.

•Tried offering you a bloxy cola, but you had turned it down because it was 'childish' they knew you were mature, but this mature?

•Noob will be forever grateful when you had saved him from dying first, he was about to get killed by Mafioso but you had stepped up and use one of your abilities "Fan The Hammer" as you called it.

•Noob would be very curious about why you wore the eyepatch, but they knew not to make such questions, they don't want to make their new close friend upset and uncomfortable by talking about it.

Elliot

•Was God blessing his soul? Will he no longer be worried about having to wait for his abilities cooldown go down? Will he no longer feel pressured now that you are here?

•He loves you, he is thankful that you are here.

•Elliot knew that you would also be targeted first by killers, but knowing that you can damage killers made him feel a bit of relief, but still, he will try to keep you alive.

•He would be very grateful whenever you heal him or stun killer who is after him, altho your ways of healing is rather intresting.

•When he had offered you a pizza you declined because it was to 'childish' for you.

•He forced you to eat it with the help of Noob, he can't have you dying of hunger now can he?

•Elliot would make some diffrient meals with you at times.

•Elliot is the only survivor who knows about your backstory.

Chance

•He loves you, big fat kiss for u.

•He loves that you have one certain ability to clear the debuffs he gets whenever he's flipping a coin.

•oh? He was weakness XX? He goes to you and asks you to clear the debuffs.

•He likes how elegant your outfit is.

•He will touch your horns, no doubt.

•Says that you both are gun buddies because you both have guns altho with different usage.

•He would sometimes flinch a bit whenever you shoot at him to heal him,.

•You can't stand him.

•Had somehow convinced you to switch guns it all went wrong because his gun had exploded on you and you had died, Chance well he did struggle with your gun, he doesn't know how you manage to headshot a killer or survivor while they are moving around.

•You both never did it again

Guest 1337

•He thinks that it's nice to have another healer.

•He would stay to protect you incase one of the killers decide to target you first.

•You both a decent team, he attacks, he is successful but if he isn't successful on the attack and gets hit you are there to heal him up.

•He is relieved to finally have someone mature and doesn't act so childish as some people he knows *cough* Chance, shedletsky *cough*

•He would talk to you, asking about what other abilities you had.

007n7

(I love this man fr♡)

•He would be rather surprised that you talk to him, even tho some of the survivors don't like him much.

•He knows Elliot does not like him so 007n7 wouldn't often ask Elliot for a pizza, but since are here and you don't seem to have anything against him he would hesitantly ask you to heal him.

•007n7 knows that you are a mature person bit why haven't you made a comment about his shirt? It's stupid-looking, perhaps you know why he wears it?

•007n7 would feel safe around you, he would be upset and sad whenever you land a headshot on c00lkid, he knows you to it for survival but he still feels upset in seeing his son hurt.

•You would apologize to him whenever you do barm c00lkid and he likes that you still know that he still sees c00lkid as his son even tho he is a killer.

Shedletsky

•He thinks you are good support.

•Would often team you up with him, Guest, or Chance because they need all the support and healing in case they fail to stun the killer.

•Shedletsky loves you after you had given him your piece of chiken to him when you got full.

•Shedletsky would probably hang out with you alot whenever the rounds ends.

•He is very grateful when you saved him from dying by the hands of...him.

•Shedletsky knows that Elliot knows something about you, he wants to know what it is but neither you or Elliot would tell him...

Builderman

•Builderman...knows about you before ending up here has has come across your documents, he knows that you like keeping things private so he acts like he dosent know you.

•Builderman would often stick by your side mostly because he feel he can build a few machines down while your near team to either damage the killer or heal if if he gets hurt.

•Builderman thinks you have some sense in fashion.(obv yall are divas and gentlemen)

Two Time

•They pushes your buttons asking you about why you have an eyepatch, or trying to make you join their cult.

•Two Time finds you intriguing

•They would be grateful that you are a healer and support.

(Idk what else 😭)

Dusekkar

•He likes staying with you, you're very calming to say the least.

•He thinks that you both would do great teamwork, Dusekkar is sometimes targeted first by the killers since he can protect the other with a shield, but you could stun the killer if he were to be attacked.

•Dusekkar knows that you are hiding your past, maybe you fear being judged? Maybe you just don't wanna bring back old hurtful memories.

•Dusekkar is glad that he is one of the few survivors you cand stand due to being "mature"

•He wonders how many abilities you have.

•He wonders just how your primal ability works, damages killers yet heal survivors even if it were the same bullets.

•He wants to know more about you.

Taph

•He thinks you are decent enough.

•You both would often hide from the others and talk in sign language.

•You would often share some tea with him.

•You both are mostly the 100% more mature of the group.

•You both don't see each other in rounds alot because of a few things, either being in a diffrient location.

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1x1x1x1

•they wants to break that stupid gun of yours.

•When he had met you when you had come to your first round he expected you to be an easy target, but no you were a big problem for them, you had managed to drain all of his HP with that stupid weapon of yours and your stupid ability, she feels weak and they don't like that feeling.

•Now she knows to dodge and run around whenever you are going to shoot him.

•He has informed about it to the other killers.

John Doe

•He hates you, you little piece of sh!t

•You are an annoyance, he will now try to kill you first, sometimes he does and sometimes he dosent.

•He thinks that your abilities are a bit to strong.

c00lkid

•When it was his turn he was happy but right before you could move he got shot one time on the head and then multiple times, still on the head, his HP had drained, he complained he whined, he threw a tantrum about it being unfair.

•He would warm up to you a bit when you give him a small little candy, sure he would still try to kill you, but if he does achieve to have you down on very low HP he would relieve a candy before he kills you.

•Calls you mom/dad because he starts to see you as his parent.

NOLI

•JUST HOW MANY ABILITIES DO YOU HABE, HOW ARE YOU MAKING SO MUCH DAMAGE TO HIM WHY ARE YOU GIVING THE SURVIVORS ALOT OF HP.

•Ragequits/jk

•He despises you, he wants to burry you 100 feet underground, you are such a nuisance.

Azure

•He doesn't like you, especially when you heal THEM when he was about to kill them.

•Would often leave you as the last man standing, I mean he does get curious about you so when he has you on hold he would start a small chat then kill you.

Guest 666

•they would target you first after you had shoot them and damaged them.

•No mercy.

•They think you are annoying.

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AWAWAWAWAWA ALRIGHT TIME FOR MEDKIT[NAME] STATS

Difficulty

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Hp: 130

Stamina:70

Stamina lost per second: 10

Stamina gain per second: 5

Ability 1

Curing Cartrige

"Stop moving around and let me be the doctor"-for survivors

"Quit being a coward and face the pain"-for killers

Fires bullet that can either heal survivors or damage the killers.

Damage/heal

6HP/-HP for body shots and 12HP/-HP for headshots

If body shot this will stun the killer for 2 seconds and give them slowness I if headshot it will stun the killer for 5 seconds and give them slowness II

Cooldown of 1.5

Ability 2

Fan The Hammer

"Take the rest and heal"-for survivors

"Die, die, die die."-for killers

Rapidly fires all remaining bullets, each bullet deals 6HP/-HP damage or heal

Killers will receive slowness V if far or slowness 3 if close

Cooldown of 15

Ability 3 passive

Crystalize

"Successful heal"

"Gotta heal up"

Everytime [Name] successfully headshots a killer, the nearest survivor with the lowest HP will receive 20HP if the lowest is [Name] the heal is only 10HP

Ability 4 Utility ability

Rejuvenation Ring

"Quit being near me the whole time"

Clears Debuffs from survivors but can only clear debuffs for 5 times before being unusable

(Almost like bobette from dandys world since she has a ring around to regenerating stamina but you guys have one around you to clear debuffs)

Ability 5

Crystal shift

"Let's see who is in need for help"

[Name] can use this ability to teleport to the nearest survivor if their health is low

Cooldown of 20

Ability 6

Divine Resurrection

"..."

Gives a burst of 15HP to the surrounding area and will give 15 Damage to the killer if they are close to the surrounding area cooldown of 60

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Ending note: I'm gonna abandon you all for the next few days buh bye

[gor3-hound]

PLAY DATE — L AND LIGHT

a/n: first death note fic !! been a fan of this series forever, so happy to get to write for it :3 commission for @nexysworld... love u bad fr <3 rbs and comments always appreciated :))) 3.7k words

cw: 18+ content. p in v, double penetration, very mild dub-con, objectification/dollification, toxic relationship, creampie, edging(?), fingering, slightly ooc (moreso light than L)

You're obedient to a fault.

That's a good thing in Light's eyes. He doesn't have time to ponder your feelings. He doesn't particularly care enough to do so. You're pliable. You make it so much easier for him. There isn't an issue of you questioning him, or acting out if he doesn't give you attention. He'd had enough of that with Misa — she had been nothing but a means to an end.

But you?

Light feels as though his every action finds a justification when your eyes meet his. You're so innocent, so sweet. He feels as though if he squeezes tight enough, you'll shatter within his grasp. Sometimes, he feels the overwhelming urge to press down; to make you quiver at his touch. He wonders if, like the porcelain dolls his sister used to collect, his rough handling of you would crack the surface of your smooth, unmarred skin. 

The world is wrong. Light knows this as much as he knows he needs air — you are something to be protected from the unworthy that would like nothing more than to corrupt you. You're weak. He doesn't mean it as an insult, just an unequivocal truth. You need someone to protect you, and he trusted no one else with the task.

He sighs as he checks his Rolex — a simple, silver piece handed down from his father. It wasn’t anything particularly grand; the surface was scratched from years of use, but it was a luxury he'd grown to be rather fond of. The seconds tick down almost painfully slowly as he stares, focusing entirely on the longer hand as he watches it tick by with each passing minute.

Light was uncharacteristically nervous about today. He had no qualms about L finding out he was Kira; he knew he was smarter than the detective. Better than him. He'd find out his name soon enough, he was sure of it. But it wasn't his identity that had his heart racing with each tick of his watch.

L's… suspicions of him had led to a rather unfortunate situation — he wanted to observe you. Light is careful not to give anything away; each word that falls from his mouth is carefully crafted to elicit the reaction he desires. L has come to notice you’re less tactical in your speech, more sincere. You had an innocent demeanour, one that had admittedly attracted L’s curiosity.

L is sure that if you were aware of Light’s true nature, he would be able to draw a confession out of you easily.

“You’re late,” Light says simply as he opens the door for you, a crease forming between his brows as he regards you. His eyes slide up and down your body, taking in your outfit with a critical eye. “This isn’t what we agreed upon. Did you not like the outfit I bought for you?” 

His jaw tenses briefly, a small huff of hair escaping his nose. He shakes his head, briefly glancing at his watch once more before he allows his arm to fall against his side. “It doesn’t matter. You remember what I told you? Don’t speak unless spoken to — Ryuzaki already has his suspicions; I don’t need you making things more difficult for me. Do you understand?”

You nod softly, glancing up at his face through your lashes. Light finds himself having to suppress a shiver at the action, throat bobbing as he swallows thickly, quickly schooling his expression into something more guarded.

“Good. You’ve been so good for me lately. Don’t disappoint me today.” He murmurs, taking your hand to drag you along with him.

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A day passes, and L has already almost entirely forgotten about his initial objective. Sharing a room with you and Light had been a convenience at first — he wanted to be sure he could keep a close eye on the both of you at all times. This was a mistake, and one that he was quickly realising. 

L has never been one for much socialisation, speaking to others only when it is entirely necessary, yet he is immediately able to decipher that you are different. You shrink back at the smallest amount of questioning, eyes wide and doe-like whenever you feel as though you might have said the wrong thing. L is not a stupid man, nor is he impulsive or particularly driven by personal desires.

He was observant to a fault, and his fault appears to come in a pretty package wrapped in silk and lace with Light attached to her arm. Light’s infatuation with you irritates him to no end, even if he understands it. He wants to attach himself to your arm, but Light presents an issue. He’s willing to indulge in the game to a childish degree. One thing L hates more than anything is losing.

That same thought runs through his head as Light finally leaves the room, giving him a brief moment alone with you. “Forgive me,” he begins, regarding you with a small tilt of his head as he gains your attention. “Light seems to dislike you speaking to me. Is there a reason for this?”  

You tense slightly at the question, if only because you know Light would not be happy to find out you were speaking to L without him there to monitor you. “He’s like that, sometimes. He doesn’t let me speak with other guys much.”

The words are a half-truth, but they held honesty, nonetheless. Light was particularly cautious when it came to you being in L’s presence, but he’s always been the more possessive type. 

“I see,” he replies, resting his chin between the space where his two knees connect, his arms wrapped around his calves as he hugs his legs to his chest. He scrutinizes you with an almost childlike curiosity, but there’s a glimmer of something else in his eyes. Something infinitely more dangerous.

“I cannot say I blame him,” he continues after a short moment, humming thoughtfully. “You’re certainly… fragile. With the current state of things, I would have kept a close eye on you, too.”

“I’m capable of looking after myself.” You reply, brows furrowing slightly at his words. His lips pull down slightly at that, his gaze examining you once again. “I did not mean any harm by my words, but I simply must disagree. If Light is shown to be innocent, you are far from safe. You gave up your name easily upon our first meeting, having no certainty that I wasn’t Kira. In the few times you’ve visited, you made no attempt to conceal your ID. It has been caught on security numerous times.”

He pauses, extending his index finger to your identification, slid behind a clear case on the back of your phone, clearly visible to anyone who may pass by. “You are rather clumsy. If anyone in the task force was Kira, you could have died ten times over by now.”

“I didn’t realise.” You admit quietly, reaching out to flip your phone over despite knowing it made no difference. You can feel your cheeks heating in embarrassment.

“You see the best in people. It is an endearing trait, but an entirely stupid one. Perhaps it would be safer for you to stay here. I would hate for your connections to Light and myself to put you in danger.” He doesn’t mention his suspicions of a second Kira, deciding that you would be much more cooperative if he made it appear that his concern of you being close to Light was due to the possibility of his innocence — a theory that he was finding more evidence against with each passing day.

“My instincts rarely lead me astray.” He adds after you remain silent, feet dropping to the floor so he can lean forward, reaching out with a single finger to direct you to meet his gaze. “You should consider what I said. It would be beneficial to have Light close, and I would feel more at peace if you remained, as well.”

Footsteps are heard approaching the door, and L is quick to lean back, turning his attention to the tray of sweets at his side. He hums in thought as he scans through them, paying no mind to Light as he re enters the room. L might be good at showing nothing in his expression, removing a slice of cake from the display as Light’s gaze flicks across the room, but you’ve always been awful at hiding things. He frowns as he takes in your expression, noting instantly the nervous manner in which you chew on your lower lip, unable to meet his gaze. He joins you on the sofa, placing a protective arm around your shoulders to draw you towards him.

“I shouldn’t have to ask, but you behaved while I was gone, right?” He whispers into your ear, words laced with a hint of warning. At your small nod, he scoffs. “You seem nervous. You can’t even handle a single moment without me guiding you, can you?”

Light cannot find it within himself to be surprised at the guilty expression that crosses your face at his words. You look more like a scolded puppy than girl in that moment, a look that he’s very accustomed to. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” he huffs, expression turning into one of annoyance. You might not be open about it, but he’s convinced something happened when you were gone. “You’ve always been more face than brains, hmm? A girl like you is pleasant to look at, but there’s clearly not much thinking happening up here, is there?”

He taps your head, and you make a small noise of protest, attempting to press further against his side to placate him. The interaction has clearly gained L’s attention, but neither you nor Light notice in the moment. “I’m sorry, we were only talking.”

Light gives a brief glance in L’s direction then, knowing he should be careful about what he says next. He’d have to play more into the jealous boyfriend role — though that would hardly be difficult with the irritation steadily rising within him. “Is that so? Just talking? Thought I told you that pretty little head should only be worrying about me?”

His words are a warning, a way of interpreting if you let too much slip. You can hear it in his tone as much as you can see it in his gaze, but before you can speak, L cuts you off.

“I was only informing her she should be more careful, seeing as you failed to address how stupid it is that she so openly displays her name in her phone case.” The words appear calm, but there’s a hint of enjoyment in L’s tone. He enjoys being able to get one over on Light, no matter how small of a win it is. Light’s expression darkens, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to L. “Right. So you think it’s acceptable to tell my girl how she should be acting? I can look after her myself.”

“Perhaps you’re getting sloppy,” L bites back easily, an amused smile tugging at one corner of his lips. “Your girlfriend could easily be dead by now. It could be luck, I’m sure. The more likely scenario is you didn’t care about her ID because you knew no harm would come to her. How peculiar, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Are you insinuating I’m Kira because I overlooked a simple thing? I don’t keep tabs on her every action.”

L steps in before Light has a chance to continue. “It certainly appears like you do, and I have not known you to make such easily avoidable mistakes in the time we have worked the case together. “

“Guys—” Any attempt you make to diffuse the situation is easily cut off by both men. L shushes you gently at the same time Light snaps, “Quiet!”. You shrink back instantly, expression nervous as Light’s hold on you tightens.

“I don’t like how closely you seem to be examining my relationship, Ryuzaki. Are you sure this is really about uncovering Kira? It seems more like jealousy on my end.” Light hums, a lazy grin growing on his face as he notices L’s expression shifting slightly. “Ah. I’m not wrong, am I? You like her.”

Light grins, peeling you gently away from his side. You’re confused as he guides you by your hips to stand, but you allow him to manoeuvre you without complaint. He pushes you towards L, leaning back in his seat. “Go on then. You seem convinced you can do a better job than me.”

“Light?” You say with wide eyes, stumbling slightly as he pushes you towards L. The other man looks equally surprised, though he doesn’t seem to have any issues with your sudden closeness.

“Shh, baby. You’re not cut out to be thinking all by yourself. Ryuzaki wants to show me how I should be treating you.” He coos, that soft tone he tends to reserve only for you succeeding in turning you pliant almost instantly. You nod softly, taking a few nervous steps in L’s direction. The man makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, tired eyes trailing along your figure. This is what he had wanted — another means of rising above Light, another win for under his belt. But it’s an entirely different thing to be faced with you, your eyes wide and trusting as you stop barely inches away from him.

L reaches out to touch you, and you melt. His hands grasp your hips curiously, pulling you slightly closer, almost experimentally. You let it happen, legs parting without hesitation as he drags your thighs apart with a strong grip. There’s no hint of displeasure on your face, barely even a reaction save for the soft huff of breath that spills past your lips.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Light hums from his spot on the couch, eyes locked onto the scene in front of him. “She’ll do whatever you tell her to, you know. She takes to training exceptionally well.”

You’re sickeningly sweet, L decides as his hands slide up so they can fiddle with the hem of your pretty lace dress. It’s no wonder he finds himself increasingly infatuated with you. He has always been a fan of sweet things. Deft fingers slide under your dress and drag along your thighs, the coldness of his touch drawing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

“I am curious.” L admits softly, his eyes leaving your body to glance directly at Light, addressing the other man as if you aren’t even there. “She seems… sensitive. Is there anything she particularly enjoys?”

Light stands then, approaching you from behind. His eyes darken as he watches the shape of L’s hand tracing your skin under your dress, an undeniable heat building in his stomach. “She’s just happy to get the attention. Isn’t that right, doll?”

Before you can respond, Light’s fingers tangle in your hair, forcing you to nod. “See? She just wants someone to look after her.”

Light’s hands join L’s, his fingers grasping the hem of your dress so he can slowly pull it upwards, exposing inch after inch of soft skin. His fingers dip under the waistband of your panties, teasingly dragging the fabric down until they drop to the floor, pooling at your ankles. “She’s prettiest here. Go on, baby, step out of them.”

You step out of them one foot at a time, eyes hazily gazing over your shoulder to meet your boyfriend’s. A cocky grin spreads across his face, his eyes flicking across your face. The smirk only widens as you let out a soft mewl when L directs his attention on your dripping cunt, parting your folds with nimble fingers.

“You’re soft,” L hums to himself, the words appearing more like an observation than a compliment. He thumbs gently over your clit, eyes shifting to take in your reaction to the touch. At the sound of your shaky sigh and the sight of your brows furrowing with pleasure, he repeats the action.

“Don’t you feel pretty like this, baby?” Light purrs, pressing himself against you from behind. The hard line of his arousal is obvious against the curve of your ass, his fingers digging into your hips as he ruts against you with a shaky sigh. “Showing off how perfect you are for me. Ryuzaki is lucky I’m letting him play with my favourite doll, isn’t he, baby?”

“Yeah…” You breathe, head tilting back against Light as L presses the tips of two fingers against your entrance, brushing against you a few times before slowly sinking them into your tight heat. 

“Shh… Just nod, baby. You’re normally better than this. I’m disappointed. Dolls aren’t supposed to speak, are they?” Light chastises lightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh enough that it borders on painful. You bite your lip, suppressing a soft whimper as you shake your head.

“Good. Good, that’s better. I don’t want you showing me up. You’re usually so much fun to play with.”

“She’s tight.” L murmurs to himself, eyes flicking to Light’s face over your shoulder briefly before his attention returns to your cunt. He prods and pokes at you almost clinically, exploring you before withdrawing his fingers. 

“Imagine how tight she’d be taking both of us.” L groans softly at Light’s words, unable to suppress the soft noise. He was enjoying this far more than he thought he would, the rough fabric of his jeans already tenting obscenely. Light grasps your wrists, gently bringing your hands to the front of L’s jeans. “Help him take them off.”

His tone is soft, laced with that sweetness he always uses when you’re like this. The command registers a few moments later in your mind, your hands working quickly to unzip L’s jeans. You slide them down, swallowing thickly at the sound of fabric rustling behind you.

“I’m feeling… Generous.” Light hums after a moment, gently nudging you forward to straddle L’s lap. “I’ll let you have the first taste, get her ready for us both.”

“How kind.” L responds dryly, but he doesn’t hesitate in fisting his cock a few times to coax it into full hardness. He notches the head of his cock against your entrance with a barely concealed shudder, slowly pressing into you. Light waits until that cute little crease between your brows fades into pleasure before he lifts your hips slightly, allowing him to settle between L’s spread legs and line himself up. He wouldn’t want to break his favourite toy by pushing her too fast, after all.

“Relax.” Light whispers, palm rubbing up and down your back before pressing down on your tailbone, forcing you into more of an arch. He slots into you easily, his head tipping back as a quiet groan builds in his throat. He’s almost tempted to make Ryuzaki a more permanent fixture during your ‘play time’ with how deliciously the other man’s cock rubs against his own. Light’s head drops to the crook of your neck, his breaths coming out in hot pants against your skin as he rocks into you, setting a steady pace alongside L. 

You’re so full it makes you ache, and you find yourself unable to hold in the moans bubbling in your chest as both men rock their hips in tandem, their lengths rubbing against you in a way that has you seeing stars. Light clicks his tongue softly, his fingers sliding up from your hips to your throat, briefly squeezing before they continue their path to your mouth, slipping past your plump lips to press down against your tongue.

“You’re certainly vocal for a toy.” Light admonishes, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust. By the time you notice the small furrow of L’s brows, the man has already decided Light’s actions are a challenge. You don’t have the time to steady yourself before he fucks into you more aggressively, ensuring each one of his thrusts has you whining around your boyfriend’s fingers. He’s determined to make you act against Light’s expectations, to have you making as many pretty noises for him as he can.

“I think she sounds sweet,” L huffs, looking up at you with a heavy-lidded gaze. His hips drag in circular motions as he tries to find your sweet spot, insistent on being the one who makes you cum. A small, proud smile tugs at his lips as you let out a particularly obscene moan, his entire focus honing in on hitting that spot with each thrust. Your moans grow increasingly louder and more garbled as Light presses his fingers further into your mouth, spit pooling past your lips and drooling down your chin as you’re filled repeatedly by both men. 

Your thighs tremble and clench desperately, your walls tightening around both lengths as your peak rapidly approaches. You’re shaking by the time your release rolls over you in waves, slick arousal gushing from you and completely soaking them both. L’s expression is undoubtedly smug as he glances at Light over your shoulder, clearly taking credit for making you feel good.

You can hear an irritated huff from behind you, Light’s thrusts growing sloppy as his own release creeps up on him. From the lazy circles L is drawing with his hips, you can tell he isn’t far behind. Light’s fingers slip past the seal of your lips with an ‘pop’, the wet digits trailing down your cheek before settling on your shoulder. He tightens his grip, using the leverage to hold you still as he ruts into your cunt desperately. He cums first, his cock pulsating as he fills your greedy cunt with his seed. 

Light rides out his orgasm with a few languid strokes, watching L’s face closely. As soon as he sees the first signs of the man’s orgasm approaching, he taps your hips twice. You register the command in an almost dazed manner, standing up on shaky legs.

L whines, his dick kicking helplessly against his stomach as he looks between the two of you. Light only grins, holding your waist in a possessive hold. 

“What? I was hardly going to let you finish inside my girl.” Light coos, voice laced with an inflated sense of pride. “Maybe next time.”

L’s expression twists to one of thinly veiled annoyance, realising it was the plan all along. Fine. He can accept his losses.

Next time, he’ll win.

[mymoshangthoughts]

oki NEW CONCEPT

so

pidw! liu qingge regresses from the point of death all the way back to the point where he was a disciple

the thing is, shit is Different

he's like, 15, a disciple, and shen jiu has only barely followed yue qingyuan back to the sect

and the thing is, shang qinghua is Different.

it's not that liu qingge was ever like, besties with qinghua. the two of them maybe went on a few escort missions and attended meetings together, but they were never close

but heres the thing:

airplane doesn't have an ooc lock.

why would he? for shen yuan, of course 'shen qingqiu' can't change personalities 100% over night, that's gotta be a gradual shift. and shen jiu was a fairly major antagonist in the original book. he had a prominent role. and his personality was a huge part of fulfilling that role.

shang qinghua on the other hand? his position in the story is so irrelevant that the system would have let him kill mobei jun. he's a one note villain. barely spoken of, barely written about. airplane himself barely knows the guys actual personality, bc literally this character only existed to betray the sect and then die off screen. shang qinghua, in the original pidw, shang qinghua was as irrelevant as qin wanrong. such a pointless character that you, my dear reader, prolly had to go look her up because you forgot she existed.

all of that to say, the system had absolutely no reason to enforce ic behavior onto airplane. only that airplane had to commit to certain missions. even if the system had tried, airplane doesnt even know this dude well enough to pretend to be him.

and what would be the point? no one in this world has ever met the original shang qinghua.

except for the regressed liu qingge.

and heres the other thing.

airplane isnt like... changing the plot as dramatically as shen yuan did, but he IS changing the plot. just literally by existing. by being a strange aberrant person who wasnt there initially. by doing things that airplane would do and not doing things that og!shang qinghua would do. it's a drop in the bucket, change wise, but it does change shit. it does effect the people around him and how they behave.

so liu qingge's first suspicion is that perhaps shang qinghua also regressed backwards in time. it would make sense. it's not like liu qingge is acting like himself. he's not the same person that he was as a teenager.

but.... shang qinghua isn't acting like the adult shang qinghua that he knows either. in fact, his behavior is COMPLETELY different. like that is a whole ass different person. liu qingge isn't the most observant guy on the planet, but he's not BLIND. this shift is as dramatic as the difference in personality between wei wuxian and lan wangji. that is NOT the same fucking person.

so now liu qingge is investigating airplane, because he is absolutely not about to sit there and let some skinner demon wear his shixiong's skin or whatever the fuck is happening

and see heres the second stressor that liu qingge is dealing with:

shen jiu tried to save his life. he failed. he failed spectacularly. but the person he thought was the worst scum ever had tried so desperately to save him from his qi deviation and that's not exactly something you brush off

and even more so: liu qingge is no longer a dumb teenager.

when liu qingge was an actual teenager, he was busy with his training and overall, just a dumb kid. and look, it's not like he grew up to become a super genius or anything, but he's not as wrapped up in his own bullshit as he was as a kid.

so when liu qingge met shen jiu for the first time, the real first time, he didn't see any of the signs. he saw a snappish and angry person who treated yue qingyuan like shit and clearly got a nepotism hire and had no morals and looked down on everyone and just all of shen jiu's actual flaws.

this liu qingge tho? he's been a peak lord for years now. he's seen shit. he's been places. he's no longer a fairly sheltered young master who has no idea what happens in the real world.

and it only takes one good look at shen jiu to make it obvious just how much abuse he's endured. he hasn't had years to learn how to conceal his trauma better. he doesn't have the cultivation level yet to fight for himself. he's just an abused ex-slave with trauma practically roiling off of him in waves and liu qingge, as an adult, is sitting here absolutely baffled as to how his teenage self missed every single sign

so now he's paying more attention to both shen jiu and airplane, because holyfuck he might have been partially wrong about shen jiu literally this whole time, and because that is NOT shang fucking qinghua. and shen jiu hates him just as much as before, because trauma, and he notices the unnatural attention directed at shang qinghua so now shen jiu is paying an unnatural amount of attention to shang qinghua

which would be all great and magical and fine if shang qinghua wasn't currently hiding a recovering ice demon in his leisure house

[batlovebites]

Wait, no one asked for Beast Rq yet??? I’ll do it then anyway! XD (no rush, take your time!) Reader x Burning spice Hc’s if please!

Oh, I love Burning Spice! The perfect first beast request for me! These are sort of non-specific general thoughts and might be a liitle ooc but I think in general its fair to expect the beasts would act a little different regarding people they actually care about as opposed to the situations we see them in in-game.

Burning Spice Cookie x Reader [Headcanons]

Burning Spice is... interesting. He will say that he expects you to have your own strength, to protect yourself; Present a very 'survival of the fittest' mentality. Part of him even believes it.

But the moment he sees you in any actual danger which you are unequipped to handle, which he know you are not strong enough to survive, it lights up some part of him he has long tried to bury; The part of him from eons ago, that was torn apart further bit by bit as each precious civilization he helped to create crumbled inevitably to the scorching sands of time, until only the smallest shred remains. He will say it will be the last and only time he will save you. He's lying to you about that as much as he is himself- how foolish of him, to let himself grow fond of another fragile, doomed thing again.

Usually is more inclined to want a partner that is strong, but can also oddly find himself smitten with someone he perceives as weak and vulnerable; He likes being challenged as much as he likes being made to feel that he's holding all the power in any given situation, so either works for him.

Always the big spoon when cuddling. Not much of a cuddler generally because he doesn't stop and stay still for long enough to do so very often but when going to bed he'll always hold you close. And tight. Once he falls asleep you are stuck in bed until he wakes up because he has an iron grip on you.

Also on that note he generates so much heat. You will not want to be sleeping with a blanket on when sharing a bed with him you will sweat to death within minutes. Its nice when its cold out, though.

He might let you you lean on him as you walk by his side when its cold out to help warm you up. If he's in the right mood, he might even just fully carry you; He does enjoy any excuse to show off his strength, even if something like carrying you is hardly anything compared to the feats he can accomplish.

He likes you to be watching any kind of fight he partakes in. Preferably tucked away somewhere away from the actual danger if you're someone unable to fight, but he's prideful and knows no boasting words can ever match you getting to see the full extent of what he's capable of.

His antenna are pretty sensitive to touch. You can use this to mess with him but watch out because you Will get whatever you give twofold in turn; For better or worse.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

What Did I Say?

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: A trip to the market takes a turn for the worst when you run into a bounty hunter that doesn't take no for an answer. Takes place after Season 3 when Din and Grogu have been living in their cabin on Nevarro. This is the fourth fic in my Sugar, Spice, and Starlight Series!

Tropes: Touch Her And Die, Protective!Din, Bakery AU, Grumpy vs. Sunshine, Mutual Pining, Shy!Din

Word Count: 9K (HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! 😱)

Warnings: I'm gonna label this one 18+ just because this contains an UNWELCOME ADVANCE from someone on the reader (not Din) (it's creepy, And the reader does get hurt- just a little bit), Angst, Blood, Death, Super Creepy Transdoshan, Din Protecting the Reader and Being Super Hot While Doing it, Loverboy!Din But The Reader Doesn't Know It, One or two curse words?, Din taking care of the reader, The reader is really soft and likes to bake? Din being a little bit self-deprecating to himself? Din might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n! I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite! I'm just starting to write for Din, so please be gentle.

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: Again, this does contain an unwelcome (somewhat sexual? I really don't know what to call it) advance from a creepy lizard man, please, PLEASE, do not read this if that's something that will hurt you. I really don't want anyone to be effected negatively by this. After that whole situation it does get really cute...

The sounds and smells of the market were all around you, flooding your senses as you wove through the multicolored stalls on the bright afternoon. The sun above warmed your shoulders through the soft red dress you wore that swished around your ankles with each step through the crowds.

The smell of spices, fruit, fresh baked pastry, and perfumes wafted up from the booths around you while the chittering of creatures in cages, the low hum of electricity, and the sound of vendors calling out to the other shoppers filled your ears. Families walked through the streets enjoying the fare and children giggled while they darted through the crowds playing tag while lone shoppers migrated from booth to booth, drawn in by smooth talking vendors with beconing hands.

It was one of those wonderful Saturdays. You had woken up early, made enough pastries for the morning rush, and left your assistant Jax in charge while you went grocery shopping. There was a list clutched in your hand written in your untidy scrawl, but you were only partly paying attention to it.

Shopping in the market was one of your favorite things to do.

Everyday there was a new vendor or a new product being sold, and you often didn't know where to look for fear of missing out on something strange and unusual. It always awakened a sense of excitement and joy, and of course it always made you feel more connected to the community on Nevarro.

You lean over the display of baskets filled with brightly colored and various sized fruits and vegetables that spill out in a colorful blur onto the small table.

“How about these?” The vendor asks with a wide smile, a hint of an accent on the end of his words, while he holds out a small container of bright purple fruit, each no bigger than the tip of your pinky.

You take a bite, allowing the sour and sweet taste of the fruit explode in your mouth, while the juice stains the delicate skin of your fingertips.

In your mind you begin to assemble a pastry around the flavor, thinking of the things you could make.

Maybe a jelly roll with honey-wine drizzle.

“These are perfect! I'll take two boxes." You smiling at the vendor who mirrors your enthusiasm and begins to pack up a bag for you while your eyes drift over the other fruits on the table considering what else you could create from oddly shaped products.

The market never failed to inspire you, and you often went back to the bakery laden down with multiple bags and exciting ideas about possible treats to bake. You also supposed that was the curse of shopping hungry, and it was something that you did often, but never regretted

Today you had been hoping to find more inspiration for savory treats. Since the day you went with Din to parent's night, he'd gone from stopping by a few times a week to everyday. And each time you'd send him off loaded down with a bag full of meat pies, stew, pastries, and anything else that you could think of.

It made you smile to yourself, but it drops a little bit when you think of him. Din hadn't been into the shop in a week. You knew that it was because he was out on "a job." He hadn't said where  he was going or what he was doing, but he had stopped by just before closing time the night before he left to tell you.

He'd loitered by the door for a few moments watching you sweep up and listen to you talk about your day while Grogu slept in the bag slung around Din's broad chest. And after he'd told you that he was going to be off planet for a few days.

You been surprised that he was telling you that, but at the same time you were happy he did. If Din had stopped showing up with no warning, you would have been worried that something terrible happened to him.

Despite his hesitancy to talk about it, you knew what Din did for a living, and even though you knew that Din was supposedly a mighty warrior and he wore armor that protected him, you still worried about him. The thought that Din would just vanish from your life made an unpleasant feeling bubble in the pit of your stomach.

It had happened so quickly, but you could feel yourself falling for him more each day, and his time away from you this week, had only proven how much you depended on seeing him every day.

The week had dragged on, each day longer and longer in Din's absense. You'd almost gone to find Karga to ask him if he'd heard from Din, or stopped Cara as she did her daily rounds about the city to see if Din was back. You'd held yourself back.

The trip to the market at the end of the longest week of your life had been an attempt to cheer yourself up, but it hadn't done much to keep your mind off him.

Each flash of silver in the sun had turned your head as you walked through, heart surging at the thought of running into Din, but every time you'd been disappointed.

It wasn't him and you missed him more than you thought possible.

You missed hearing his heavy sigh, seeing the tilt of his head as he watched you with a customer, and feeling the warmth of his gaze that made your cheeks heat.

You missed hearing his laugh at your jokes, seeing him cradling a sleeping Grogu in his arms, and smiling at the awkward hesitation Din had whenever you did something for him that he wasn’t expecting. Like when you rubbed a smudge of icing off his breastplate because Grogu had touched it with sticky hands, or when you'd made Din sit still while you patched a hole in his cowl with the emergency sewing kit you always had with you while he stammered that you didn't have to do that.

Those moments made you imagine that Din was blushing beneath his Beskar and smiling at you the way you smiled at him. You understood that the grumpy and somewhat stoic Mandalorian you'd come to know was not someone who blushed easily, but it gave you an unfathomable amount of joy to be the only person that could do that to Din.

Or at least… think that you were the one who made him blush.

“Hey baby.” You hear someone hiss, but you ignore it, expecting it to be directed at another customer and you continue looking at a collection of vegetables on the table, that are star shaped and bright red.

I wonder if they'd bring a little spice to a good hearty stew. Does Din like spicy food?

You made a mental note to ask him when you saw him.

“You here all alone?” The voice says again and you feel someone’s hand on the small of your back, pressing through the crimson dress you were wearing.

You flinch at the intrusion and turn your head to gaze up at a large Transdoshan that stands beside you. His reptilian face is split into a wicked smirk, tongue treading through his black lips, red beady eyes raking across your figure in a more than friendly way.

Nevarro did occasionally get a colorful group of bounty hunters, each month there were less and less with the way Cara and Karga were cleaning up the city, but you'd never seen a Transdoshan here before, especially not one this close.

Most of the bounty hunters kept to themselves, only coming in to your shop with clipped words before you sent them on their way, but there was something lurking behind his beady eyes that made a cold shiver trickle down your spine and your heart beat dangerously fast.

You wondered if he could hear it.

“No.” The lie slips through your lips before you can stop it, and you try to pull away from him to continue shopping, hoping that he'll leave, while the vendor watches the two of you uncomfortably.

“I think you are." The Transdoshan teases with a smiles so wide you can see all of his sharp teeth.  "And someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be out all alone on a beautiful day like this.”

The black stripes that run vertically up and down his face are a stark contrast against the white scales and red eyes. His hand presses harder against the small of your back and you can feel the sharp tips of his claws against your soft flesh through the dress.

You clear your throat, trying to slow the rapid beat of your heart. "Can you please move your hand? I'm trying to shop." You say it as politely as possible, but it does little to keep the tremor from your voice.

His red eyes crinkle around the edges with his smile as he hears the shake on your words. “I think I’ll keep it here. In fact why don’t you and I go somewhere a little more private.” He rasps, tongue flicking out through his fangs, as his other hand travels down to grip your wrist dragging your body back into his. His skin is cold, scaly, hard, and unyielding where it rests against your flesh.

His breath is warm and smells like something coppery and metallic, while his tongue tickles your cheek.

Another shudder travels down your spine when you think about going anywhere with him, especially alone.

Your eyes flick to the other people in the marketplace hoping to catch a glimpse of Cara Dune for help, but you don't see her.

You wish that Din hadn't gone away, wish that he was here with you, because you knew that if he was someone like this Trashdoshan would never come within ten feet of you.

“I’m okay thanks.”  You try to pull away cringing back from him, but he only tightens the grip he has on you, pulling your back harder against his chest.

“Come on sweet thing, don't be like that-“ the Transdoshan leans down, his dark tongue flicking between his sharp teeth, but as he does someone grabs him by the back of his jacket and rips him away from you, so hard and fast that the he stumbles away and lands in the dirt.

Even wearing full armor, Din looks furious as he puts himself between you and the Transdoshan laying on the ground a few feet away. Anger wafts off of him in waves through the silver Beskar into the blaring sunlight, and his shadow falls long over the warm ground beneath your feet.

Din pushes you behind him, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep your body pressed against his back as he looms over the Transdoshan. Your hand automatically comes up to his shoulder, allowing it to ground you to where you are, while Din’s hand is placed firmly on the back of your waist.

The Transdoshan rises to his feet with an angry snarl, lips curled back over pointed teeth that are about half the length of your pinky. It makes another shudder travel down your spine and you gasp softly against Din.

You feel Din's body tense at the sound of your gasp and feeling of your shudder, and the hand on the back of your hip tightens as Din pushes you further behind him into his back. You lean into his protective embrace.

“Don't you ever touch her again.” Din’s voice, although monotone, is laced with venom.

The Transdoshan's eyes flick to where you stand behind Din, his lips curling into a wicked smirk before he says something in his native tongue and then vanishes into the crowds of people enjoying the sunny day who have watched the drama unfold with wide eyes.

You relax as he vanishes and take a breath for the first time in a minute. “Thank you Din.” You say, but Din doesn't answer, in fact his arm tightens around you where it's wrapped around your waist. 

“Din?” You say his name softly to get his attention, but he doesn't turn. His gaze is focused in the direction that the Transdoshan disappeared.

“Wait here.” He says his voice still a growl through his helmet before he hands you the kid and vanishes in the same direction as the Transdoshan.

You try not to be disappointed when his arm is removed from around your body. You had felt so safe pressed against him, like no one could touch you.

You take in a shaky breath to calm your heart, that still seems to be going a mile a minute. Grogu reaches up and touches your chin with one of his little hands, drawing your eyes to the child in your arms.

“Hey Grogu,” You smile as the child coos and puts his fingers through your hair, tugging lightly at the strands that have pulled free from your floral scarf.

He coos something and nuzzles his head into your chest. You might be imagining this, but there's a part of you that thinks Grogu is trying to make you feel better.

It works.

You smile at the little creature, holding him closer to you as he reaches up again to squeeze your chin. "I'm okay."

Grogu blinks his dark eyes, but he mirrors your smile.

 “Are you having fun at the market?” You ask him, gently rubbing his ears, but notice that he has a brown sticky substance smeared on the bottom half of his mouth. “You’re a mess.” You laugh and take out a cloth from your bag, wet it with your tongue, and begin to gently drag it over his face.

Grogu wriggles defiantly under your ministrations, but you hold him fast and continue, allowing the rhythmic movement of the cloth against his face calm you and also distract you.

You had no idea where Din had gone, only that you were now more worried about him than you had been for yourself.

The Transdoshan was bigger than Din, what if he hurts him?

Din reappears next to you, the shine of his metal in the sunlight almost blinding, but you feel a wave of relief at his reappearance. There's a purplish-black substance flecked just under the right intention of his helmet that wasn’t there when he left.

“Are you alright Cyare?” Din asks, his voice a low rumble through the helmet, and then Din does something he’s never done, Din touches your cheek with his gloved hand, his helmet tilted down towards you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, gasping softly with his touch. It was the first time that Din had ever done anything remarkably like this, especially in front of the entire town that was still watching the two of you.

They always were, but by now you didn't care. You were used to the whispers, used to seeing women in the streets stare at you and then turn to one another as if they knew something you didn't.

"Yes." You breathe, looking up into the helmet with a soft smile. "Thank you Din."

"You do not have to thank me." Din replies, the roughness of his glove resting against your cheek is surprisingly comfortable.

"But-"

"Not for something like this. He won't bother you again." He says firmly, voice hardening.

For a brief moment you can feel his gaze locked on yours through the visor, and it brings a wave of comfort through your body, being here with him. A feeling of safety comes with it and you lean further into his touch with a sigh.

Din keeps his hand on your cheek for another few seconds before he drops it. You watch his head tilt in the direction of Grogu, who is still trying to squirm away from the wipe in your hand.

“I guess he’s saving whatever that was for later.” You say with a smile, changing the subject.

“We stopped at the shop, but you weren’t there.” Din explains. You can't help but think that he sounds a little disappointed.

“Oh so this is Uj cake.” You laugh as you finish cleaning. “I left Jax in charge. She’s pretty good at cashiering, not so much baking, but I thought that I made enough sweets for the morning rush at least."

The people pass by the two of you glancing nervously at the Mandalorian standing next to you, but you pay them no mind, gently rocking the child in your arms.

“How are you?” You ask Din.

"Good."

“I-um- wasn’t sure when you’d be back.” You drop your eyes to Grogu in your arms shyly. It was difficult not to show Din how much you missed him, and at the same time there was a part of you that wanted Din to know.

“It wasn’t supposed to take that long, but-“ Din stops mid-sentence, measuring his next words.

“But?” You look up at him raising an eyebrow in confusion.

You noticed that he did that a lot, that Din tried to censor what he said to you as if he were afraid to tell you the whole truth.

Sometimes you wondered if Din was waiting for you to run away screaming, for you to turn your back on him the way everyone else in town had, and it broke your heart. You wanted him to open up about his job with you, to tell you what he did, to tell you about the sprawling worlds that lay beyond this one.

You’d only been to a handful of other planets in your lifetime and you were sure that Din had some incredible stories about other worlds all over the galaxy.

Din waits another beat finding his words. “He kept evading me. I’m sorry I was gone so long.” Din remarks slowly.

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“I did-“ He clears his throat. “Bring you something.” Din's fingers fidget slightly where his hands hang at his sides.

“Oh really?" You blink in surprise. "You didn’t have to.”

Din reaches into his bag and pulls out an old book. It’s covered in a dark blue tattered binding with faded silver script on the spine and cover, and yellowed pages. He takes Grogu from you before holding out the book to you.

You take it gently from his hand and open the first page to read the table of contents, and realize that it's a cookbook. The listed dishes of sweet and savory items are things you’d never heard of, but you feel yourself begin to buzz with excitement at the thought of trying out new recipes.

He was thinking about me.

The thought makes you smile to yourself and blush, that Din thought about you as much as you were thinking about him.

“I saw you sitting at the fountain a few days before I left, reading, and I thought you’d want another one.” His voice is huskier than usual and you wonder if it’s because he’s nervous.

“That was very sweet Din. Thank you.” You brush your fingers over the page before looking up at him with a bright smile. “I can’t wait to try these out."

He nods once.

“Why didn’t you come say hi when you saw me?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I would have welcomed the disruption. Especially if I knew if you were going, I missed seeing you around." Your cheeks warm as you admit that to him, but you wondered if he felt that way about you, especially now that you had the cookbook clasped in your hand.

Din's muscles tense beneath his Beskar. "I-" He begins to say, but just as he does the Greef Karga walks by.

"Mando! You're back." Karga smiles wide at the sight of the Mandalorian. "Just who I wanted to see."

Din sighs. "What is it?"

"I need your help with something- only take a minute." Karga's gaze flicks to you. "Well isn't it Nevarro's favorite baker. Are you enjoying this fine day?"

The memory of the Transdoshan flickers across your mind, bringing the sharp feeling of his claws prickling against your back, and the warmth of his breath against your face. You shudder slightly, hoping that Karga misses it.

Din doesn't.

"Yes." Your smile feels a little bit forced. "I am."

"Good!" Karga booms. "Now Mando please, don’t make me ask again. I need you, old friend.”

Din's helmet hasn't turned away from where you stand, his concerned gaze focused on you for a moment too long. "Fine."

"Thank you!" Karga turns to go, expecting Din to follow, but Din steps closer to you.

"Are you alright cyar'ika?" Din asks it quietly under his breath and you watch his right hand twitch as if he was going to reach for your face again.

You didn’t know what the word meant, but you’d noticed that each time you were with Din, he'd use more and more words in Mando'a that you couldn't place. By now you were used to it, figuring that Din was getting more comfortable talking casually with you and it caused certain words in Mando'a to slip in to his vocabulary when he spoke.

"Yes, Din I'm fine. I promise." Your smile is genuine this time as you look up into the helm, and you reach out to touch his arm to reassure him.

Din waits a moment, his eyes tracing over you face beneath the helmet, before he sighs. "Can you watch the kid for me?"

"Of course. I'll go back to the shop. I'm sure that I can find something he wants to snack on." You place your new book in your bag before taking Grogu from Din, who gurgles happily and nuzzles into your neck.

Din sighs again and you imagine the Mandalorian rolling his eyes. "You shouldn't spoil him."

"He deserves it. And I like spoiling people." You didn't say that you wished Din would let you spoil him, because the big scary Mandalorian you'd heard rumors about was nothing like the man who showed up in your bakery for treats. There was a voice inside of you that wondered if he was as lonely as you were. "Thank you for the book, I'll see you in a little bit."

You walk away whispering to the child while he gurgles and squeaks grabbing on to the strands of your hair, not noticing how Din's eyes follow you through the market making sure that you're safe.

By closing time, Din still hasn't come to pick up Grogu, but you don’t mind. You liked spending time with him as much as you liked spending time with his father. You'd sent Jax home early, wanted to let her enjoy the rest of her day, and by now the twin moons had already risen from the horizon to bathe the city in a silver glow. The florescent signs that lined the streets flickered in multicolored splendor outside and strands of lights that lined the streets twinkled outside the shop.

Grogu was happily sitting on your counter with a bowl of stew clutched between his small hands, listening to you read aloud from the book of recipes that Din had brought you. There were so many recipes that you'd never heard of before, and by now you had a large list of ingredients written on a piece of paper beside the book you’d made. It meant another trip to the market, and you hoped that Din would go with you now that he was back in town.

"What do you think about stewed Jorgan berries with spiced egg-milk tart?" You muse aloud to Grogu who takes another sip from his bowl as you study the recipe written in neat script, running a fingertip down the list of ingredients. "I think that could be good." You continue, listening Grogu babble his answer. "Do you think Din would like it?"

The door at the front of your store opens, the happy jingle of the bell is familiar and welcome. You expected it to be Din, so you don’t bother looking up from the page. “Wow, Karga kept you a long time. What did he need?” 

But it's not Din that answers.

"Did you miss me sweet thing?" A voice hisses bringing a tremor of fear scuttling down your spine.

You raise your eyes from the book.

The Transdoshan dwarfs the front entrance of your shop, the lights of the street outside dramatizing the broad shoulders and imposing figure. It takes another step forward, mouth curling up in a snarl as it does.

One of it's eyes is completely swollen shut, the once white skin covering it an ugly blotchy purple, and it's lip is split, dripping purplish black blood onto the smooth wooden floors of your shop.

The color is familiar and you remember the flecks of liquid on the indention of Din's helmet from earlier.

Did Din do that?

The memory of how long Din was gone and how quick he was to follow the Transdoshan seemed to prove that.

He approaches the counter limping on his right leg as if putting weight on it is too much to bear.

"We're closed." You keep your voice from shaking. "Plus, I'm sold out."

Grogu coos softly, looking up at the creature that slinks forward, and you pick him up and move him out of harms way. The last thing you wanted was for Grogu to get hurt and if that meant putting yourself in between him and the creature that loomed over your counter so be it.

Why is he here? Why couldn't he have just slinked back to wherever the hell he came from?!

You'd thought that Din had made himself clear when he spoke to him earlier, but apparently this Transdoshan was more hard-headed than your favorite Mandalorian.

"Oh I'm not here for that." The one red eye glints with malice in the light, and before you can back up further, his hand flashes out across the counter and grabs your wrist, yanking you forward. "I'm here for something much sweeter."

You bite back a whimper.

Where is Din?

"You see, your Mandalorian disrespected me." The creature pulls you halfway across the counter, so close to him that you can feel his rancid breath against your face, the wood ledge presses painfully into your hip. "He wears all that fancy armor and I wasn't able to leave a mark on him. But you-" He raises his cold scaly hand to your cheek, dragging a claw down the arch of your cheekbone. "You were made for that." The claw bites into your skin following the subtle curve of your cheek.

The door behind him whips open so fast you imagine that it's been pulled off it's hinges. You can't see who it is, but all you know is that the creature is ripped away from you so suddenly that it almost pulls your arm off in the process.

You scramble backwards off the counter, holding your wrist to your chest, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

"Do you remember what I said I'd do to you if you ever touched her again?" Din's voice is a growl through the helmet, so different than the deep rumble you loved so much.

He has the Transdoshan pinned to the wall of the bakery, a silver knife pressed so hard against it's throat that blood blooms against the blade and drips down below the creature's collar.

“I don’t see your name written on her Mandalorian.” It spits back. “Perhaps she wants something more free range not someone locked up in a metal cage.”

Din's body tenses with the words and he growls out your name without looking away from the creature. "Take the kid into the kitchen. I don't want you to see this."

You do as he says without question, vanishing behind the curtain that separates the back and the front of the shop with Grogu clutched tightly against your chest.

He said you. He didn't say the kid.

The thought makes you remember how Din tried to distance you from when he spoke about his job, when you knew he was holding back details because he was afraid you wouldn't be his friend.

There's a sickening squelching sound, a muffled scream, and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor, but you don't leave the kitchen. You hold Grogu tighter to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut as your stomach knots at the unpleasant noises coming from the front of your bakery.

Din walks through the curtain, the dark blood of the Transdoshan splashed over the front of his Beskar, his chest rising and falling with the exertion. His helmet tilts in your direction and you watch him hesitate to come towards you, as if he's afraid that you would run from him.

How can I when I know he did that to protect me?

Before Din can decide to come closer, you run to him, throwing your arms around his chest with the kid pressed between the two of you, and burying your face against the hard metal of his breastplate. Sobs shake your body as tears burn and slip from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks.

You were trying not to focus on what had almost happened to you, but all you could think about is what would have happened if Din didn't show up when he did. Outside at the market had been a public place, but here, alone in your bakery there would have been no one to hear you scream.

You shudder at the thought.

It was enough to shock Din out of his stupor. He hadn't moved since you'd collapsed against him, momentarily surprised, but now his muscular arms come up around you to hold you against him. The breastplate was cutting into your cheek, but you didn't care, not when Din was actually hugging you back. 

"Shh cyar'ika, it's alright." Din murmurs, his voice softer than it was moments ago as he moves his hand up and down your back while you cry harder and tighten your arms around him. "He's not going to hurt you again I swear it."

The three of you stand there for another few moments, with Din rubbing his hand up and down your back while you cry softly into his armor and Grogu coos softly and nuzzles his head into you as if trying to bring you comfort the way his father is.

Din pulls back from you. "You're bleeding." His voice deepens a little bit and you can feel the invisible trace of his eyes over your face.

“Huh?” You sniffle, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Come on.” He leads you back to sit down on the ottoman of the plush armchair in the corner, tilting your face upwards and brushing back the strands of your hair that have fallen into your eyes.

You could see your reflection in the shine of his helmet, eyes swollen and rimmed with fresh tears, and an ugly long scratch that ran the length of your cheekbone.

“Does it look bad?” You whisper.  You couldn’t feel any pain, you were still in shock, anxiety thrumming through your body, with the possibility of what almost happened.

“No.” Din almost growls it, his gloved hand tightening on your chin as he continues to examine your face.

Finally he sighs, releases your chin, and tries to take Grogu from you, but Grogu wriggles defiantly and cuddles further into you.

"Please don't take him." You whisper in a voice you don't recognize. It sounds more hollow and still holds a little shake as you sniffle again.

Din does as you ask and kneels down at your feet, sitting back on his heels as he begins to strip off his gloves.

You blink in surprise, holding back the urge to reach eagerly for his hands, wanting to see just a peek of the skin, wanting to reach out and touch the forbidden flesh that he hid beneath his armor.

He doesn't notice your interest, instead Din stays focused on the task at hand.

Din reaches into the bag slung around his shoulders to pull out a small medical kit, methodically taking out the gauze and sterile spray.

 His fingertips reach to brush against your jawline and you gasp softly, not because he is touching the scratch that the Transdoshan left behind, but because Din's skin is touching yours. The exact thing that you'd wanted for so long.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt?" He rumbles, mistaking your gasp for pain. You can hear the worry in his voice. It stirs something in your chest, knowing how much he cared about you.

"No, it doesn't, not really." You smile faintly despite the situation.

"I'm sorry." He sighs shaking his head. "I should have come sooner. I shouldn't have assumed he would leave you alone."

"This isn't your fault." You whisper. "I'm okay."

"You're not."

"Din, I'm right here in front of you-"

Din's hand touches your cheek again. "But you're hurt. You wouldn't have been if I had been here with you. I was stupid to think-"

You raise your hand to touch the metal of his helmet, directly over where you imagined his cheek would be if he wasn't wearing it, tilting his helmet so you're sure he's looking at you through the visor. Din freezes in surprise. "This is not your fault Din. Please don't blame yourself for this. How were you supposed to know? Karga needed you for-"

"I do not care what happens to Karga. You needed me more and I wasn't here-"

"You were here when it mattered." You whisper back with a soft smile. "And you're here now."

He shouldn't beat himself up for this, not when it's not his fault.

"But-"

"No." You breathe wishing that you could see his face, touch his cheek the way he was touching yours, not just the feeling of the cold metal of his helmet against your hand, but the warmth of his skin. You knew that it could bring more comfort to him than this. "We're not going to go there. We're not going to think about 'what if' because if we do that we'll be here all night."

He sighs again.

Your thumb gently rubs over the indention of his helmet wishing again that it was his cheekbone. "I worry about you too."

"You worry about me?" Din chuckles, but there's a trace of surprise in his voice. "Why?"

"I mean you-" You press your lips together in a tight line before you drop your eyes from his helmet, the heat of his gaze through the helm too much.  It didn't matter that you couldn't see Din's face, you knew he was looking at you, and although you welcomed it, sometimes it was too much, especially now when you were admitting something like this. "I know what you do Din." You say it slowly, noticing how he stiffens, but you continue. "And you were gone for so long that I was afraid you were hurt or worse."

The thought that Din would never come back, that you'd never see him come into your shop with Grogu ever again haunted you.

Din's hand slips down to your chin, tilting up your face to look at him again. "Please do not worry about me cyar'ika. I swear to you that no matter what happens, I will always come back to you."

You didn't need to see Din's face to imagine the determination in his eyes when he says it, you could hear it in his voice, stirring something in the pit of your stomach that sends your heart surging up in your chest. It was so brutally honest, his voice holding more emotion than you'd ever heard before.

He said "to you."

The thought makes a shy blush creep into your cheeks.

Din keeps his hand on your chin for another few seconds, his gaze locked on yours through the helmet studying you. He was waiting for you to look away, waiting for some hesitation in your eyes. Din was a master of reading people, it was a part of his job understanding what a simple twitch on the end of someone's lips or of the flicker of someone's eyes meant. Din was waiting to see fear flash in your eyes, but there's nothing. There's only you.

It was why Din had told you to go into the kitchen, he hadn't wanted you to see what he was going to do to the creature who dared touch you. And after he'd expected you to tell him to leave, that you didn't wish for him to be around you anymore, that he was a murderer and scared you. It was the reason why Din didn't want his life as a bounty hunter to tangle with yours, because he feared the moment you found out the kind of person he was, found out what he'd done, understood how many times his hands ran red with blood, you would run from him. But you hadn't,  you had run to him, hugged him, collapsed into his chest and fit there like you belonged while asking him to comfort you.

The sharp tang of the Transdoshan's blood fills your nose and you can see the purple stain against the breastplate of Din's armor like a shadow, a reminder of what he did.

And maybe another person would be frightened, but you can't be, not when you knew that Din did those things to keep you safe. He was your friend and there was no part of you that believed Din would ever hurt you.

"I'm going to hold you to that." You smile into the visor, still only seeing yourself, but for some reason you can tell that Din is smiling back. Call it some inkling in the back of your mind, or some kind of psychic connection, but you can feel his smile.

"I don't break my promises cyare." He says firmly, but he leans into your hand where it still clutches the left indention on his helm.

Din had called you that several times since that walk home from the Parent's Night, and each time you were just a little disappointed. You hoped that Din saw you as more than a friend, especially after he'd promised that he'd "always come back to you," but you supposed not.

"I believe you."

"Good."

Din pulls back from you slowly to begin cleaning your wound again.

"Din?"

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?" You ask tentatively.

Din's rough fingertips work with a practiced methodical precision and deftness that you didn’t think he'd possess, gently cleaning your cheek. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"I wasn't sure if you were hurt too."

Din chuckles as he applies a bandage to your face. "What did I say about you worrying about me?"

"I didn’t promise I wouldn't worry." You laugh. "I just wanted to ask because you were fighting him."

"I am fine. My armor was sufficient to block his attacks." He reassures you before lifting up your left wrist to examine the bruising handprint the Transdoshan left behind. Din lets out a sigh that sounds close to a growl. "He should not have been able to do this to you."

"Is it broken?"

It didn't feel broken to you, it just hurt a lot more than the scratch on your face.

I hope people don’t think Din did this to me.

The thought of Ms. Cross and the other parents at the school gossiping about the new bandage on your face and what people had seen today in the market made your blood boil. You didn't want to hear a rumor about how Din invited another bounty hunter to Nevarro and it was Din's fault you got hurt.

"No, but I wouldn't knead any bread for a few days."

"Does that mean I get to hire you as an extra set of hands in the kitchen?" You joke. "Because I can always make you that pink apron. And yours certainly seem big enough to handle some dough."

Din only shakes his head, but before you can stop yourself, you reach out to take his hands in yours.

He stiffens.

It feels forbidden, like something you shouldn’t be able to do and yet you can't stop. You gently trace your fingers over the rough callouses on his palms worn from hard work and notice small scars that interlace and curve over the back of his hands over the burnished bronze of his skin. You wanted to memorize each one, to listen to the warm rumble of Din’s voice and  know the story of how they came to be.

Din sighs.

It's not the heavy sigh of annoyance he has when Grogu does something wrong, or the growl of a sigh he just had when he dwelt on what the Transdoshan did to you, this is different. It's soft through the modulator of the helmet, it wisps through the air and straight into your heart.

Oh no maybe I did something wrong.

"I'm sorry I should have asked-" You try to pull back, afraid that you've offended him, but Din takes your hands in his. They're much larger, warm and solid, but he holds yours with a gentleness that would have surprised you if you hadn't seen the way he was with Grogu.

"It's alright." He says softly.

"It feels wrong."

"What?" Din asks, voice laced with humor.

"I never see any of your skin." You were sure that by now your cheeks must be almost blinding under thermal vision. It felt like all the blood in your entire body had rushed to them and made them shine like a beacon in the night. "You don't take the helmet off to say hello and you certainly don't take off your gloves."

Din says your name softly. "It’s okay for you to see my hands."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He laughs. "It's my face that you cannot see."

You chew the inside of your cheeks measuring your next question. It was the one question you’d had since you met Din, why he kept his helmet on when you knew other Mandalorians that did not. "Why?"

"This is the way." Din replies in a monotone as if reciting the phrase from memory.

That tells me absolutely nothing.

“You really wear it all the time?”

“Yes.”

“Even when you sleep?”

"Sometimes."

“It must be uncomfortable."

You couldn’t imagine waking up with your head in a helmet, you'd probably think you were suffocating. That or you’d think you went blind.

"I'm used to it." Din shrugs. "I've been wearing this since I was a boy."

“So since last week?” You say with a laugh squeezing his hands. You were trying to make light of the situation, given that you didn’t understand why Din wore his helmet and your brother did not.

Din chuckles, the warmth of his laugh making you feel like you’d sunk into a hot bath. His helmet is tilted down where you’re holding his hands in your own watching your fingertips trace over the scars that weave over his sun-kissed skin.

“But what if you-“ You stop the question before it comes out of your mouth.

Din’s head tilts up to look at your face. “What if I what?”

“Nothing, it’s too personal.”  You shake your head in embarrassment.

You didn't know what had made you almost blurt out the question 'what if you wanted to kiss someone?'

Well, you did know, because you wanted to kiss him, but you didn't know if Din saw you that way. Given the way he kept calling you "friend" in Mando'a you were sure of it.

“Please ask me Cyare.” Din gives your right hand an encouraging squeeze.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You cannot.” He says gently.

You swallow. “What if you wanted to kiss someone? You wouldn’t take off your helmet? And if you got married Din, you’d just never-“ You trail off, cringing at your questions. You weren’t about to open the can of worms that was asking Din about his sex life.

I should just shrivel up and die.

Din’s thumb deftly traces your bruised wrist in a soothing motion, taking his time before he answers. “There are other ways to kiss someone.”

“Oh.” You had no idea what that meant but you were still trying to not be so damn awkward because now you were imagining what it would be like to kiss Din. Not to mention the feeling of him holding your hands skin against skin felt so good it was making you transcend to another plane of existence. "Like what?"

His thumb stills.

"Please forget I asked that. You don't have to explain if you don't want to." You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. You really really didn't want to make Din nervous, not when it felt like he was actually opening up to you. It was what you had wanted since the moment you met.

Din raises his hand to your cheek, his gaze locked on yours through the opaque visor. He clears his throat. "May I show you?"

For a moment you forget how to breathe.

"Yes." You squeak.

Oh holy glazed honey buns he's going to kiss me.

Din waits a moment, before he very gently pulls your head down to his and rests his forehead against yours. You gasp softly, feeling the cool metal of his helmet against the heated blush of your face, fogging around where it rests against your skin.

And before Din can pull away, you raise your hand to the left indenture of his helmet once more, mirroring his own hand on your cheek, tilting you head to look into the dark visor with a soft smile.

Din sighs.

It’s not the tired sigh he has whenever Grogu does something or whenever you give Grogu a treat, it's softer, the same sigh he had when you first touched his hands. You're under the impression that he didn't mean to do that, but you see the tension dissipate from his shoulders as he leans further into you waiting another few precious seconds before he pulls away and your hand falls from his cheek.

Din doesn't say anything for a moment and truthfully you couldn't think of anything either. There was a strange energy in the room between the two of you, a tension that wound tight around where Din was kneeling in front of you and you were sitting. You knew he was only demonstrating, but there was something about it that felt like more.

His head tilts down to look at your wrist again. "We should ice that." He says, voice huskier through the voice modulator than it was a few moments ago.

"Oh, I can-"

Grogu reaches out with his hand and touches the delicate skin of your left wrist, laying gently against the bruised flesh. Warmth blooms where his three fingers grasp your arm, wrapping and curling around the bones and muscle, weaving them back together. And you watch as the flesh takes on it's normal color before your very eyes.

Grogu sighs heavily and falls back into your lap in a daze.

"How did he do that?" You raise your wrist to your face to examine it closer, slowly rotating your hand and flexing your fingers in surprise.

You hadn’t been looking forward to using only one hand in the bakery, but you were willing to make do with what you had.

Din gently take Grogu from your lap to into his bag, who has begun to snore quietly.  "He's always been able to do that."

"Heal people?"

Din nods once, but doesn't embellish.

Worry begins to trickle in at the way Grogu seemed to crumple as if it took too much out of him to do that. "Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes. He just needs to sleep.

You look down at the creature resting in the pouch, his small head cuddling into the worn leather side of the bag.

Curious.

"Thank you Grogu." You whisper, gently stroking his ears while he slumbers. He stirs for a moment to babble something under his breath in his sleep, but quickly drifts off once more.

“He didn’t want to see you in pain.” Din says quietly. “I understand how he feels.”

Your heart thuds an extra beat when Din says that and it again reminds you of what Din had done for you today, how he'd protected you and put himself in harm's way to keep you safe.

Din stands from his position on the ground and holds out a hand to you. "I would like to walk you home, if that's not too much to ask."

"I'd like that Din, but I still have to clean up-" You wave a hand at the kitchen that still has dirty bowls and pans stacked in the sink. “I can’t leave the kitchen like this.”

"Let me." His helmet turns in the direction of the front of your shop to look over his shoulder. "There are some things in here that I need to take care of. And I'd like to make sure you get home safe."

The memory of the sounds you heard coming from the front when Din was dealing with the Transdoshan make you cringe in disgust. The thought of cleaning up what was left of him made your stomach tie itself in knots and the sour taste of bile rise in the back of your throat.

But you didn’t want to leave Din with all this mess.

“Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you to get some rest."

Din gently leads you by the hand to the curtain partition that divides your kitchen from the front of the shop, but stops so suddenly you walk into his back.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder. "Close your eyes."

You do what he asks without hesitation and Din leads you through the shop and out the front door into the moonlit streets beyond.

The walk home is silent, but odder still is that Din has not released your hand since he led you through the tables and chairs at the front of your shop. He holds it gently, as if it's a beating heart.

But you weren't going to complain. The feeling of Din's bare skin against yours was giving you a pleasant buzz. The warm roughness of his palm surprisingly soothing. You didn't know how you were going to go back to feeling the leather of his gloves when all you wanted was this.

Not to mention that the streets were blessedly empty and there wasn't anyone watching Din and you together.

When you arrive at your door, Din says your name to catch your attention.

"Yes?" You ask.

He looks down at where his hand is still in yours as if he can't believe it. His thumb begins to trail over the back of your hand. "I didn't answer your question."

"My question?"

What question did I ask him?

Din hesitates again, unsure. "I can reveal my face to people in my clan. And if-" Din clears his throat. "If I were married, my wife would see me without my helmet."

"Oh, oh." You said eyes widening in surprise.

Frankly, you were shocked that Din was bringing this up again, but you weren't going to stop him. Not when Din was opening up to you again.

"We would be one. The other half of me." Din says this slowly. "My riduur."

“Riduur.” You murmur the word feeling the syllables roll off your tongue.

"Yes." He nods at your pronunciation of the word.

Your eyes trace the familiar lines of Din's helmet, again thinking what he would look like. It was something that you always did in the past, but now the idea that you wouldn't get to see him, stung just a little bit. It was difficult for you to imagine Din with someone else, to know that someone else got to see the soft side of Din that he only showed when you were with him, but you also knew that you would try your hardest to be happy for him if he ever took a wife. He was after all, your only friend on Nevarro and really your only friend beside your brother.

"She would be very lucky to be with you." You say looking up into the helm, a soft smile pulling on the end of your mouth as you give Din's hand an encouraging squeeze. "Just as I am lucky to have you as a friend."

Din's body goes stiff in surprise. It was the last thing that he was expecting you to say to him. In fact Din was afraid that he had said too much to you. Especially given that he was about to start courting you. The book he'd given you today would be the first in a series of gifts that he would bring back to prove his commitment and ability to provide, as had Din's statement that he would always come back to you and his remodeling of his home to make a bigger kitchen and more room for you if you were to accept him. Of course there was a part of Din that wasn't sure that you would accept him.

That was why Din hadn't told you what "cyare" really meant or tell you why he brought you the book. He thought that maybe easing you into it would be better.

Before Din can respond, you pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can. "I know you keep saying that I don’t have to thank you, I do. You saved my life Din. Thank you."

Din's body curves up around yours holding you tightly against the hard cool metal of his armor. "You're welcome cyare."

Guide:

Cyar'ika: Sweetheart

Cyare: Beloved

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beautifully human

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: after noticing the way connor looks at other androids, you worry that you may never have a chance with him. but what you don't know is that he has only ever had eyes for you.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: insecure reader, mentions of death (they literally talk about dying in an elevator) (spoiler alert: it doesn't happen), probably ooc connor, west coast dialect went a little too hard in the dialogue, some very specific physical descriptions that i also tried to keep as general as possible? you'll see what i mean ig

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You hated that your investigation brought you to the Eden Club. You didn’t necessarily hate the Eden Club or its workers, but you hated that you had to go with Connor and Hank. It would’ve been embarrassing enough to go with just Hank, but adding Connor to the mix made you want to collapse to the ground and never move again. But you were a professional, so if you had to go with Connor and Hank then you could suck it up for a night. Hopefully.

The moment you stepped inside the club, you were filled with unease. Your stomach churned and your shoulders scrunched up high as if you were trying to hide from the world. To handle your discomfort, you turned cold and distant, observing everything and everyone with an icy glare. You trailed behind Hank and Connor as you scanned your surroundings, doing your very best to look at everything but Connor.

You couldn’t look at Connor in this place without being filled with a displaced sense of anger. You couldn’t help but wonder if he looked at these androids with infatuation or desire. Did he find them beautiful? Did he want them in the same way you wanted him? You knew they were stupid thoughts, but you couldn’t control them. Somehow, Connor had weaseled his way into your heart and refused to leave no matter how hard you tried.

Distracted by your foggy mind, you almost bumped right into Connor when he stopped to admire a Traci, his soft gaze exploring her body through the glass barrier. You watched as the Traci smiled gently at him, her hand reaching forward to touch the glass like she was trying to caress his cheek. Connor didn’t move to reciprocate her action, but he still appeared to be in awe. It only made your scowl deepen.

You hated that you were consumed by jealousy because you knew– deep down– that it stemmed from insecurity. This Traci was made to be beautiful. She was made to be desired and worshipped. In her limited clothing, there wasn’t much left to the imagination. Her body was the epitome of perfect with its soft curves and smooth skin. She was a perfect balance of sweet and charismatic. She was everything that you assumed a man wanted, and androids were no exception. From the way Connor looked at her, you were sure she was everything he wanted too. 

You sighed in frustration before marching away as Hank called to Connor. You refused to let your jealousy– or anything you felt for Connor– get in the way of your investigation. But no matter how hard you tried, your mind was still drawn to him.

Maybe you had been too hopeful, but you really had thought that maybe– just maybe– Connor had felt something for you. Apparently, you were just far more delusional than you thought.

While Hank discussed the crime scene with Officer Miller, you stood to the side looking uncharacteristically cold. With your arms folded over your chest and a hard, almost bored look in your eye, it was clear that you weren’t particularly interested in talking to anyone. You assumed that would be obvious to everyone, androids included. And it seemed that it had been obvious, but that certainly didn’t stop Connor.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Connor watching you with a confused glint. His LED flashed yellow as he analyzed your body language, working to only make your blood boil. You knew there was no reason to be angry with him, so why did your anger persist? Why did you feel so unreasonably jealous? He was just a man, after all, nothing more.

Connor approached you with his hands clasped behind his back, standing beside you and following your cold gaze. He was silent for a moment, pleased to simply be in your presence even when you were acting so stony.

“You’re unusually quiet, Detective,” Connor observed. “This is not within your typical behavioral patterns. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” you answered dismissively. “Don’t you have a body to analyze?”

Connor paused again, pursing his lips in a way that was so oddly human. In a gentle tone, he said, “Well… yes. But that’s usually something we do together.”

“Why?” you hissed, feeling suddenly riled now that Connor was talking to you. Why was he giving you this attention? Why was he acting like he cared about you? You knew he didn’t. At least, your clouded mind let you think he didn’t. “It’s not like you need my help. You can do everything on your own, I’m useless to you.”

Connor turned his body towards you fully, a deep crease settling between his brows. His LED continued to circle yellow as he studied you once again. That made you roll your eyes which seemed to be enough of a hint for Connor. With his LED still glowing yellow, he turned away without another word, allowing you to resume your wallowing in misery. 

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You were still fuming as Hank drove you home. With Connor in the front seat, you were stuck in the back, glaring daggers into his back. How had such a clueless android managed to lure you in and make you jealous purely because he wasn’t interested in you?

As Connor jabbered on about something or other, you stared out the car window absentmindedly. You couldn’t help but imagine the Traci on the other side of the window, reaching out and smiling that perfect smile that made you never want to smile again.

You glanced at Connor as he fell silent. He turned to look out the window, making you cringe at the idea that he truly was thinking of the Traci. But you failed to notice his eyes transfixed on you through the side mirror, his gaze gentle and curious as he admired your stubborn look. He stared at you dreamily the rest of the car ride. 

When you finally reached your apartment building, Hank had barely stopped the car before you were clambering out and slamming the door behind you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you grumbled, having enough decency to give Hank a small wave. 

As you trudged towards your apartment building, you froze at the sound of another car door opening and closing. You cursed under your breath, hesitant to turn for fear of whom you might find. As you glanced over your shoulder, you cursed again as your fear came true. Connor approached you with long strides, leaving behind a very confused-looking Hank.

“I’ll walk you to your apartment,” Connor offered innocently. 

You stared at him blankly and muttered, “Connor, my building is right here. I just need to go up a few floors. I know how to use an elevator, I’ll manage just fine on my own.”

You turned and continued towards your building, not surprised when you heard Connor follow.

“The chances of an elevator-related death are one in 10.5 million,” Connor continued in that matter-of-fact tone that you usually found so endearing. 

When Connor didn’t elaborate, you stopped and turned to him again with a raised brow. You waited for more, but it still didn’t come. Connor just stared at you pleasantly, drinking in your charmingly confused face.

“Okay…,” you said. “So like I said, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“But the chance of it happening is still possible, so it’s best if I escort you,” Connor continued. His grin widened as you rolled your eyes in acceptance. As an afterthought, he added, “Just in case.” 

In silence, the two of you made your way up the elevator (where you did not, in fact, die) and to your apartment. You stood outside the door and turned to Connor, ready to send him away in the hopes that if you couldn’t see him then you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by images of him and that Traci. But you knew that wasn’t the case because even when he was long gone you would still think about how you couldn’t be enough for him. You weren’t pretty enough for such an angelic being like him, not when other beautifully crafted androids existed.

“May I come in?” Connor inquired before you could even open your mouth.

No.

You wanted to say no so desperately. You wanted him to leave. You wanted to bury yourself under your bed sheets and never see him again.

But he was still your friend, and you were still a decent enough person. It would be rude to reject him.

“Sure,” you replied softly, opening the door to allow the two of you in.

The moment you closed the door, Connor was already asking questions that you were not at all prepared for.

“You were upset today,” he noted. “Do you want to talk about how you feel?”

“I… what?” you stammered. “Since when are you a therapist android?”

“I’m not a therapist android, but as your companion, I care about your well-being,” Connor answered far too casually for your liking.

Companion? Well-being?

“Yeah, I doubt that,” you mumbled without thinking.

You were stupid to think Connor wouldn’t have heard you. With his sensitive hearing, he heard you loud and clear. Your comment made him tilt his head curiously and narrow his eyes.

“Why would I not care about you?” he asked, the genuine confusion in his voice making your resolve melt. 

“That’s not… it’s just…,” you blabbered, throwing your hands up in exasperation as you struggled to find the right words. “I wouldn’t expect you to care about me the same way–”

You stopped abruptly, eyes wide as your mind finally caught up to your yapping mouth. You could not finish that sentence.

Connor’s eyes narrowed further at your sudden pause. He took a cautious step forward, then another. You knew that he had already noticed the way your heartbeat accelerated, your breath suddenly caught in your throat. “The same way… what?” he repeated, urging you to finish your sentence.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” you dismissed. 

Connor murmured your name as if he were scolding a child, raising a brow as a sign of encouragement to finish.

“Well… I wouldn’t expect you to care about me… the same way… the same way I care about you,” you said, the last part coming out far too hurried. 

Maybe if you had just finished your sentence the first time you wouldn’t be in this situation. That was a perfectly normal thing to say to a friend, wasn’t it? Absolutely. Absolutely… But the way you had paused only made you look more suspicious. You knew Connor was smart enough to understand the suggestion of romantic feelings.

“How is it you feel about me?” Connor questioned.

“It doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t feel the same anyway,” you muttered, pushing past him to be anywhere that wasn’t near him.

Before you could get too far, Connor’s iron grip wrapped around your wrist and held you in place. You looked at him with offense, but he knew you meant nothing by it.

“It does matter, Detective,” he whispered lowly. “It matters to me.”

There was no going back now. Connor already got the hint that you cared for him more than you probably should. You might as well say it outright. That was better than being embarrassed and pretending nothing happened. Right?

“I like you, Connor,” you admitted, the words sounding childish in your mouth. “God, this is so embarrassing…”

Connor was silent for a long moment, making you wonder if he actually had figured it out. If he hadn’t… God, you would be mortified. Did he really not know, and you just willingly outed yourself to him?

You risked a peek at Connor to find him already looking at you with a small smile. His hand was still holding your wrist tightly, his skin comfortingly warm against your burning skin. The glint in his eyes made your brows furrow as heat rose to your cheeks.

“Why would you think I don’t care about you?” Connor asked, the quirk of his lips telling you that he found all of this somewhat amusing.

“I mean… yeah, I would think that you care about me. On some level. I’d assume…,” you prattled. “But as a friend, obviously. Connor, I’m not sure you understand what I mean when I say I like–”

“I understand perfectly well, Detective,” Connor interrupted. “So I’ll pose the question once again: why would you think I don’t care about you?”

The confusion was clear on your face. Tilting your head to the side, you turned your body to face Connor slightly, giving him the opportunity to lightly pull your wrist until you were completely facing him. Even when he had you standing where he wanted, he still didn’t let go of your wrist, though he loosened his grasp and held you lightly. You could feel his thumb rubbing along your inner wrist soothingly. Your knees felt weak, and you were sure you were going to collapse against him at any second. His touch was so loving that you almost believed he could feel the same way.

You nearly forgot Connor had asked you a question until he gave your arm a light squeeze that snapped you back to attention. He arched both eyebrows, watching you with that humorous glint. 

“I just… Well…,” you faltered. You inhaled sharply, gathering your thoughts before you continued. “I just can’t understand how or why someone like you would be interested in someone like me when there are so many better options. Yeah, I guess… I guess that’s it. I don’t know…”

“Better options?” Connor repeated. The obvious confusion in his voice warmed your heart. It was as if he had never even considered that there could be better options.

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged. “I’m no android, Connor. I’m not… I’m not perfect. I’m not beautiful or stunning or gorgeous. I’m not like that girl you were looking at.”

There was another long pause as Connor struggled to process your words. His LED spiraled yellow as he questioned, “What girl?”

“The Traci,” you explained in exasperation, “at the Eden Club. It looked like you were practically in love with her, and I don’t blame you. She’s the definition of perfect. Not a single flaw in sight.”

“You think you’re flawed?” Connor asked immediately. That was his biggest takeaway?

“Yes, obviously, Connor! I am! And I just find it very hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you could be attracted to someone as… average as me,” you snapped, sounding harsher than you intended.

Connor released your wrist, and for a moment you worried that you scared him off. But then his warm hands were holding your cheeks, his thumbs now slowly running along your cheekbones. He stepped forward until his body was pressed against yours, leaning down until his forehead was nearly touching yours. His eyes latched onto yours, and for a moment, he just held your gaze in silence. He was reveling in the sight of you, so close to him that he could feel your sweet breath against his lips.

“It seems you don’t realize how beautiful you are,” he murmured. “Perhaps I’ll have to explain it to you.”

Connor paused again, searching your eyes for any effort to argue. But you were still so stunned by his sudden proximity that you had nothing to give. When he heard no contradiction, Connor smiled and continued on.

“Maybe you don’t think you’re perfect,” he started, “but I do. Everything you see as a flaw, I see as beautiful. It makes you you. It makes you so… human. And maybe you can’t understand because of it, but there’s something so pure about being human. Just being human makes you beautiful. But you… you’re different. You’re above them all.”

There was a strangely desperate look in Connor’s eyes like he was pleading with you to understand. Exhaling slowly, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against your own. He closed his eyes, his LED shifting from yellow to blue and back again as he tried to sift through the swarm of emotions.

“I don’t know why it’s you, but it is,” he whispered, his voice nearly too quiet for you to hear. “I just can’t help but notice everything about you. I love the wrinkles on your forehead when you’re confused to the point of frustration. I love when only one side of your hair is brushed because you’re too lazy to brush the other. I love when your lip bleeds because you’re biting it while you’re thinking and you don’t even notice. I love…”

Connor stopped and pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your cheeks. His LED circled red once, the worry on his face far too obvious to your keen eyes. When you didn’t say anything, Connor tried to pull away, but you didn’t let him.

Your hands quickly moved to rest over top his, holding him in place. You looked up at him with eyes full of admiration and wonder as if an angel had come and graced the earth. Maybe that’s what he was, an angel. You would believe it. With that pretty face and those sweet words, you could easily be fooled.

As you eyed Connor’s face, the corners of your lips quirked into a smile. Maybe you could be enough for him. He seemed to think so. It was that thought alone that drove you to lean forward and press the faintest of kisses to Connor’s lips. It was barely a peck, and as you pulled away, Connor leaned forward to chase after your warmth. The gesture made you laugh as you whispered against his lips.

“I love how human you are.” 

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Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of death, hospitals, poor writing, possible ooc,

Chapter 3: An apple a day..

You're frustrated, your limbs shake and you struggle to even hold a plastic spoon without dropping it, you've been injured and bed bound countless times sure, but this feels like the most helpless you've ever been. You feel like a toddler, limbs weak and twitching and the medicine they've got you on doesn't help at all, nausea and brain fog feel like close friends at this point. Every time the door to your room opens you wonder if it's gonna be your teammates, telling you this was all a misunderstanding, you'd almost accept a sick prank if it meant you weren't going insane in this tiny linoleum floored room by your lonesome.

The staff's not very careful with their medical equipment, you note. Even with your shaky hands you've managed to snag a syringe and a bit of tubing and hidden it under your mattress, it's hardly anything, but a weapons a weapon. it gives you a tiny piece of confidence in this situation, maybe you'll be able to take someone out if worse comes to worse.

🔹🔹🔹

The doctor's back, Doing his final sweep before his shifts over according to him, you don't trust has word though since you've heard the nurses complaining about doing too much per shift. Why is he focused on you? At the moment he's prepping another dose of Thiamine across the room, the though of him injecting anything into your IV sets you on edge in the worst of ways, but you force yourself to smile at him and look relaxed, your fists clench underneath the blanket to stop yourself from going for the syringe when he approaches. He's too cheery, too comfortable in your presence, even your co-workers aren't so calm with you, stark doesn't turn his back to you, rogers watches you too often, that's your normal, compared to the situation you're in now you’d take it over this borderline creepy behavior.

“Your scans are already looking better, mx Wayne. When you were first brought in I wasn't sure what to expect but your recovery is looking perfect at this stage.” the doctor remarks casually, disposing of the syringe after dosing you.

You sharply glance over, what did you look like when you first came in? Something related to the fall? “What caused my injuries?”

He opens his mouth to answer, looking at you with a serious expression on his face when something loud bangs outside the door -

“Wait you have to sign in!” You hear out in the rest of the facility, one of the nurses sounding frantic. Your heart rate jumps and your hand curls around the syringe just as the door to your room slams open. It's the mystery husband Mr Wayne.

His suit is slightly rumpled, dark circles under his eyes and hair unkempt like he'd ran his hand through it, a far cry from the polished man in the photo you were shown. The way he looks at you makes your skin crawl. there's too much raw emotion there, too much familiarity that you don't share. You keep your face carefully neutral as he approaches, your fingers twitching around the syringe beneath the thin hospital blanket.

“God, look at you…”

He doesn't hesitate to cup your face as soon as he reaches you, he breathes your name with such aching reverence and familiarity you'd think it was a prayer. eyes searching yours as his thumbs tenderly rub against your cool cheeks, it takes a surprising amount of restraint to hold still, let the man examine you like a chipped teacup. He let's out a shaky breath and his whole body just…sags, you don't like the way he subconsciously leans in, it's too real, the body language too genuine. You're tense enough to hurt.

“Mr Wayne, if I could have a moment.” The doctor speaks hesitantly from nearby, pulling attention to him and the hands pull from your face. You resist a sigh of relief as the stranger pulls back, your hand slowly releasing the syringe and tucking it back under the thin mattress.

Wayne straightens up, a just too thin smile stretches his face and he puts his right hand in his pocket, interesting, hiding irritation? You analyze every inch of him as soon as he looks away, you need more information then you have, Your hands clench under the blankets in veiled frustration.

Their conversation is hushed, no doubt you're the main topic of discussion, their body language is mixed, “Mr Wayne” shows agitation, shifting weight, tense hands in his pockets, head keeps turning to glance at you. The doctor is deferring to him, head slightly lowered and palms up as he speaks, Who is this Wayne man?

After hearing words like “amnesia” and “head trauma” a few times you realize he wasn't informed by the doctors, unless this is all an act for you. Trying to convince you of what though? You don't know what they're playing at yet but you're going to find out, it's what you're best at after all.

The man returns to your bedside and carefully sits, thankfully keeping his hands to himself this time as he examines you, you've got things to figure out so you put on an expression of lost, body language conveying uncertainty and tiredness you don't have to fake that part though.

“nice to meet my partner,” you give an uncertain smile, voice drained and small, you're carefully watching him and he seems to be eating it up

“It's…nice to see you, meet you…. I'm - how are you feeling?”

You smile cluelessly at him, though internally you're cringing at the syrupy awkwardness dripping from his lips. He's attached to you and you don't know anything about him.

“tired, nauseous.” You pull the appropriate expression at that. “I'm…. Confused, I don't even know…anything. How old i am, what city I live in. We're married?” You look at him dazedly, fishing for information as you twist in your hospital bed to face him better.

“Yeah, yeah we're married…we have a family, pets, vacation home in Barcelona. Do you remember any of the kids?” He sounds like he's choking on the words, his voice catching a he studies you. His eyes darting to the side of your head from time to time.

“no, kids plural?” Your brows raise, Rugrats, you? No fucking way.

“Yeah, a lot of kids…” he shakily pulls his phone out, his lock screen is a picture of the two of you, what the hell? He starts showing you pictures of the kids and telling you their names. None of them look like you, you question him about that and he chuckles quietly to himself.

“Well, they're not mine either for your information. Except for Damian that is, he's mine…. Happened before we were married.” He elaborates quickly, clearly thinking you'd get upset. “We're adoptees.”

You're silent as you take in all that information, white picket fence marriage with a gaggle of adopted children? What is this a Hallmark movie? Sickening. You lay your head against the pillow and gesture towards him when you notice his eyes on you, asking to look through the phone like you're interested in seeing the kids. You're good at acting at the very least.

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After Bruce was kicked out of the hospital he makes a call and slowly trudged through the halls and doors until he found himself in the parking garage climbing into his car. He plugs his phone in and calls Alfred while he starts to pull out of the hospital parking.

“Master Bruce, how was it? Were they coherent? I heard they were…”

The older man's voice echoes from the dash after the Bluetooth connects, he sounds professional as always but Bruce can tell he's hesitant.

“They're amnesiac, yeah. They don't know who they are, who I am.” Bruce's hands clench around the steering wheel.

“I…I am sorry to hear that, my boy. I had hoped that the information was a fluke…” even without seeing him Bruce can tell the older man's disappointed, he can almost picture him slumping against a counter or wall.

“Alfred they're…” his voice trails, sounding offput.

“Yes?” Alfred's voice perks up again, no doubt hoping for something better to discuss.

“…they were studying me, not like they were confused. Alfred, no they were reading me.” Bruce's eyes remain in the road even though he's alone in the car.

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[unintentionalseductress]

Why does everyone portray Caleb to be 'dark romance, zade meadows' coded? :/

Yeah he's got yandere traits to wanna keep her forever and for himself but he never implies that he'll hurt mc- instead expressing a fierce desire to protect her, so why do ppl write ffs Abt him being manipulative? Making him have 'rough jealous s*x' in which he's spewing a bunch of hurtful things just to manipulate mc to his liking?

I guess it's because of the initial show of possessiveness in his trailer, but literally every love and deepspace guy is possessive so why portray him so darkly?

I like that you portray him more realistically to his character and not so ooc because that's what it feels like most of the time

Hello there anon! I'm glad you think my portrayal of Caleb feels more realistic than some other interpretations. I really don't know where this concept of comparing Caleb to Zade comes from since Zade literally r**es the MC in that book and I simply can't picture Caleb doing that?

This might be a much longer response than you'd expected and I'm sorry, but I've been taking little notes as I went through Caleb's memories, anecdotes, and myth. I feel like most of the people that are portraying him in this sadistic way simply didn't read all the material and just clicked through to get the diamonds.

So let me start by saying, all the other 4 LI's met MC quite recently, meaning they had no say in her life and weren't there when the Chronorift Catastrophe occurred. They met her as an adult, when she'd had time to put herself together and act like a rational grown woman.

Caleb met her at the worst time in their lives as a child until Josephine adopted them. They trauma bonded and after all they've been through together, they're extremely possessive of each other. Not just Caleb, but even the MC as well. She's just as paranoid and possessive about Caleb as well, and this is evidenced in their memories which I will delve into shortly.

But imagine being so close and growing up with this person that you think you know like the back of your own hand. She and Caleb appeared to be quite close up until the explosion. Now MC had to deal with the loss of her second family, and possibly the love of her life. Yes, I said it. The love of her life, because after going through the memories, there's nothing that can be said to change my mind that these two weren't in some kind of relationship before Caleb's death.

Now Caleb is back. MC is wary of him, she's scared to be possessive of him like she was because she knows what it's like to lose him. Caleb has no idea where he stands in her life, and inside it's because he knows he fucked up. He realizes he wants her back, the same woman who was just as obsessed and possessive of him like how he was with her and he has no idea how to fix it.

Caleb imo slides into the tip of the yandere iceberg because of that scene in the main story where he says he'll rebuild their house in Linkon and they can move in together etc. To me, that's the effect of the chip (more to be discussed about that below), and also him literally breaking down because MC said his worst fear to his face; she doesn't need him anymore. How do you recover from having the one person you've loved for most of your life look at you with so much hate and say they don't need you? (reminded me of Sylus a little bit when he's told MC is disgusted by him) For him to be truly yandere, he would have locked her up then and there but he doesn't. He backs off, allows her to get back to her life unharmed, and he keeps himself busy with work. That doesn't look like true yandere behavior to me.

NOW. MYTH EVIDENCE. The part with the chips. The chips seem to exacerbate certain feelings that already exist and take them to the extreme, hence why people who are chipped are very emotionless and almost have a robotic character to them, perhaps to avoid the pain of being emotional. In his myth, we find Caleb actively fights the chip, and it puts so much strain on his body that he falls unconscious or goes into fits. I think that 'yandere' scene is because the chip and his body are at odds with each other. Even MC when she chips herself, finds herself being manipulative of Caleb, trying to make him think of memories that were only half-truths. They're both obsessed with each other, and without the chip, it was fine, but with chip, things get crazy.

Also, I think it's safe to say, Caleb hasn't shown yandere tendencies towards MC in the past pre explosion, beyond telling her to be careful during missions or to let her know when she got hurt. He wasn't upset because she wasn't staying at home, he's upset because she's hiding things from him (like when she lied about getting scratched by a cat pre explosion).

NOW ONTO THE MEMORIES. Because omg, there's so much evidence in the memories that Caleb realizes his limitations in his ability to care for her. In their bond memory Rain's Embrace, when MC is asleep on his shoulder, Caleb literally says something along the lines of "I promise not to be so overprotective of you." He says something similar in Endless Summer and Exclusive Aftertaste, stating he knows his tendency to protect her isn't good for either of them.

And to show how possessive MC was of him. In the memory Longtime Yesterday, we find out Caleb was super popular in college and many girls tried to befriend him by giving him bento boxes. His friends teased him saying "Miss Apple" helped him avoid having to accept the bento boxes. MC literally sulks all the way back to the airport and when Caleb asks her what's wrong she goes, "You have a Miss Apple," like that was a perfectly plausible explanation. Miss Apple turns out to be a hairtie that Caleb took from MC that has apple shaped beads on it and he wears it (presumably on his wrist) all the time, which drove away unwanted attention from other girls. MC was so upset prior to hearing this, and Caleb reassures her that he doesn't want anyone else's attention but her's.

In Borrowed Promise, which occurs when MC is still in high school, Caleb is visiting from college and MC has a fight with a friend who is a girl (important). Caleb notices she's unhappy and takes her to a fair of sorts to cheer her up and she tells him she's worried someone may not like her anymore. Caleb tries to act nonchalant but you can tell he's thinking MC has a boyfriend or a crush and he goes "their loss but oh well you're not for everyone." It's at this point she tells Caleb it's a girl and he's dumbfounded but his relief is evident.

And my favorite, Stage Observer. MC is helping Caleb empty his dorm since he's about to graduate from college and she finds an envelope tucked away in one of his books with cutesy apples on the surface. She mistakenly thinks this is a love letter and then gives a very confused Caleb the cold shoulder for the rest of her visit. Then on his graduation day, she softens and helps fix his tie as he's about to give his valedictorian speech. During this time, she admits she's scared about him finding someone else and he says he worries about her meeting someone else too, but he's happy having just her and grandma in his life. In his speech, Caleb talks about how people go through their whole looking for meaningful connections with people but he's fortunate to have found the one person he knows he can count on. Afterwards, MC runs to him and gives him what I think is their first kiss. And why does she do this? She says, "I kissed you so you can't have a girlfriend now!" Caleb is confused and then she finally admits seeing the envelope. Well guess what? It turns out the envelope actually holds a good luck charm she had sent Caleb but the cover got ruined so Caleb replaced it with the apple envelope. He teases her but the ending implies they now know how they feel for each other and that was the start of a more romantic relationship between them.

So there. MC is just as possessive and obsessed with Caleb as he is with her. He knows that and it's because he's so in tune with these feelings that to him, his actions don't seem out of line, because that's how he expects her to be with him as well. I think like the other boys, his love is limitless, he literally says, "I love you more than you realize" in his myth. He's struggling with mental health and trauma and I think people just want to downplay him for various reasons without delving into the complexity of his character, or the incredible history he has with MC, not from a past life, but in this very real, present one. He was there with her during a time when she didn't know a Xavier, a Rafayel, or a Sylus (maybe Zayne since Caleb mentions him).

There. It feels good to get this out. I will end this by saying, sure, Caleb qualifies as a dark romance, maybe a mild yandere, but definitely, nothing along the lines of Zade because I genuinely don't think he'd want to hurt MC by doing something that could hurt her or violate her consent.

I'm open to more discussion on this. And a reminder about my usual policy; if you have nothing nice to say, scroll on by.

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some nsfw-ish hcs? imagines ? for Death Note characters. minors don't read please.

tw: possible OOC, monsterfucking (with ryuk ofc), Light is a brat and a bit submissive , mention of spanking, L is a massive virgin, slight manipulation.

Someone really needs to grab Light by his hair and just spank him so hard that his bottom half will be red, and it's so painful to sit :(. Don't think that's what he usually lets anyone do; I don't even think he will even consider giving permission to do this to someone he loves or considers a tiny bit equal to him. This man only understands fear, and when he knows that he is cornered and actually has to appear submissive and play dumb to save his life, he will cooperate and bite his lip hard enough till it bleeds so he won't let any pathetic sound out. He's embarrassed and humiliated, and he totally doesn't like it. You would only be lucky if you are really strong and fit, also smarter than him. take away his little Death Note away and.. what else can he do? Don't bother to stop even if you slap him until he cries, he deserves it, and it will be harder to stop once you feel his small dick pressing against your thigh once you bend him over your lap.

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L is a pervert. And a weirdo. Weird pervert. And he can't take care of yourself at all. Without Watari he would die, I believe. Imagine yourself being some sort of second assistant for L along with Watari. It is canon that L can't change his clothes by himself (or just doesn't want to), so Watari changes him and has a fucking washing machine to clean him. Well, let's say, you are the one who's tasked with doing it all for L. Even though the famous detective proved countless of times his status as the smartest one, he is still a simple human just like any of us, with simple needs, and he has the same body reactions to physical touch. Maybe, he doesn't really get horny as much as an average man, since he's all focused on his work, but the moment you started to wash his body, moving a wet cloth a bit lower down his torso or back, he will get hard. He doesn't notice it until you mention it or stare at it for a good minute or two. He will look down silently, then look up at you, biting on his nail and shrugging off nonchalantly, like, «Oh? My bad.»

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Ryuk.

Ryuk doesn't really act as some sort of God of Death. You expect Shinigami to act all high and mighty, powerful, treat you like an insect, even threaten to kill you every few seconds, just so you will not forget your place, filthy human >:(. But with Ryuk it's different. Once you realize his addiction to apples, it's all over for him. Just think about abusing this fact against him. Ryuk is smart, of course, he had many people before you, but he is still easy to manipulate if you know what to say. You need something from Shinigami? Well, Ryuk can share with you some knowledge, but he can choose whether to tell you; after all, it's not in the rules and he can decide should he tell you or not. Okay! No apples for him for a week. Two. Month? Oh, you should be such a sadist or have a strong nerve to see him struggling with the effects of lacking sweet, juicy apples..! He will twitch, stand on his hands, and his body will twist as if he were in pain, this annoying Shinigami will beg you for it nonstop. He has no shame when it comes to apples, and it's hilarious, if you think about it. I think you should give him some time, and you can train him like your personal dog. He will eat from your hand; do all the tricks if you grant him a treat later. And when you somehow trick him into experiencing a weird monsterfucking session with you, he is on top of you, making you feel so small and tiny, while you do all the work with those hips of yours, whining and moaning in pleasure, you can notice him salivating. Saliva trickles down his chin, as his hands gripping your body tightly, leaving small scratches on your skin, you think, is it because of how good you make him feel, or is it him thinking about how he can finally get his dose of apples once you finish?

[eejilunio]

"Killing is a cycle" and "I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away." Coming from Silco's mouth, even if he is an hallucination from Jinx, is so distasteful.

Walking away? To go where my dude? To go back to the slums and accept your fate of misery? Silco was willing to kill people for a cause. It wasn't senseless revenge (Like Caitlyn's bloodthirst towards Jinx by the way), it was crime with a purpose. That's what it took to be noticed by topside people, and when he almost got what he wanted, the end of oppression for his people, he was willing to stop his crimes. Silco didn't kill because he was trapped in a cycle of death. He killed because he was trapped at the bottom of a cliff along with all of the undercity people, and killing, being feared, was the only way for him to gain power to get back to even ground, for him AS WELL AS for everyone else trapped there with him.

And Jinx KNOWS that. Jinx only killed :

- enforcers, who, as Vi stated, are only criminals in fancy uniforms ; and Jinx always did it to further Silco's cause, there was no senseless violence there.

- firelights who threathened Silco's operations.

- as for the council, that might have been a strategic mistake, but they were the oppressors, and Silco had just died. Jinx was desperate for Silco's cause not to die with him i imagine. And anyways , idk why i'm trying to justify Jinx's action there, because you can't say that responding to violence with violence is wrong when it's a victim against an oppressor. We can't all be masterminds like Silco, especially when we're traumatized and a minor (And Jinx wouldn't care if one of the oppressor she killed happened to be an enforcer's mum, that was another OOC line out of her mouth)

So anyways, killing is a cycle that ends when you walk away? Please. Silco would never say that. And Jinx would never think that either.

And on another note : AlternateUniverse!Silco owning a bar with Vander?

Silco isn't a bartender. If the undercity ever got some of their dignity back from Piltover's unfair rule, you can be sure Silco would make it his life work to gain back EVERY LAST DROP of dignity Piltover stole, and then find a way to make Piltover always remember the Undercity people who died and suffered under their rule.

Silco is a politician, and the oppression he suffered under shaped him. He would not be a bartender. Please.

And his little line about forgiving? Silco doesn't forgive. Silco always remember when something unfair has happened.

And that's why he would never forgive Vander to the point of becoming friends again.

That bridge burned a long time ago.

This season needs to stop butchering my boy Silco.

It's insulting.

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.☘︎ ݁˖ Fur, Feathers, and Chaos

.ᐟ WHO: Crocodile / DoFlamingo / Garp One Piece

.ᐟ CONTENT: Crocodile a bit OOC, Trigger Warning for DoFlamingo he’s abusive and there is bird death mentioned!! Wholesome moment with Garp, overall pretty cute except for DoFlamingo cause… obvi.

.ᐟ WORD COUNT: 1304

.ᐟ AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry for not uploading so recently, I’ve gotten caught up in working on transferring to my college and everything. I’ll try to get back into my swing again!! please ignore the random banners i used im lazy…

Crocodile

He wasn’t thrilled to learn that you had brought home a pet, specifically a lizard, and found it mildly insulting.

Did you get a lizard? A pet? And brought it to life along with you in your home.

He forces you to keep it in a separate room away from everything. He does not want to know it exists, and when you bring it out, he becomes all pouty.

“I am not sure why you are so adamant about keeping that thing.” He grumbled, staring down at the newspaper, his glasses sitting on the edge of his nose before he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “At least this one gives me attention instead of reading that damned newspaper.” You tell him with a bit of attitude, moving to pick the lizard up, setting it onto your shoulder, and walking to the kitchen. He glared at the lizard the whole time, but he continued to read his newspaper, swearing under his breath.

Sometimes he thinks about getting rid of the lizard without you knowing, selling him for a scam to earn more money than he should be.

He doesn't know when he walks past the room where you sit, whispering to the lizard and placing little kisses against its head.

He realized how endearing it was, seeing you so gentle with a creature smaller than you. The idea that you are completely different from him, how you treat things smaller so tenderly, while he would crush something like that without a second thought.

He would approach you in the room where you kept the reptile, being cautious not to let the thing slip out and being blamed because it was a tiny creature that truthfully at any point escaped the room. He was surprised it hadn’t yet. He studied the room taking it all in for a moment before he finally spotted you on the floor with limbs spread out in a starfish pose, he chuckled at first before momentarily worrying you were dead stepping closer only stopping when he noticed you peek an eye open. “You like that thing more than me?” You instantly sit up with furrowed brows, “What happened to hello?” You bite back.

You have to then reassure him and give him more time of your attention, he had silently grown more jealous and resentful over the creature.

After a while of all of this back and forth you finally forced him to tell you the truth, in which he admitted he hated that you gave the creature more attention so you worked out a schedule that made the reptile have less time with you unless you said it was necessary (He still followed you even then.)

Doflamingo

He honestly didn’t care, You got a new pet? Fine. Just don’t expect him to do anything for that piece of meat.

You got a bird, he thought it was stupid that you got a bird when he was right there.

“You talk to that bird more than you talk to me.” He pointed out as he walked over uncaring for the safety of the bird he grabbed it and moved to push it back into the cage, slamming the door shut and making the hook go back on so the bird couldn’t get out before he walked over to you grabbing your waist pulling you toward him and licking his long-strange tongue over your face before finding your tongue and shoving it down. “Maybe I should claim this tongue as mine so only I can hear you talk.” He growled against your lips.

He would make more of these empty threats to you and eventually, you learned to only be around the bird when he was the busiest, hoping he would notice. He did.

He would start forcing you to follow him around every time he got busy, unless it was dangerous then he’d lock you away in your shared room.

You soon found a way to sneak around and feed the bird and give it time to play, making sure DoFlamingo never found out and you kept a good record of that for almost a solid month!

Then someone snitched.

He came storming into your shared room late one night, he had been working a bit late so you had gone to bed without him - which only pissed him off even more. He slammed the door open and under his glasses, there was a prominent glare coming from him, “You dare break my rules and go around my back?” He quips standing over and grabbing your neck to lift you from her causing you to yelp in surprise, “I should lock you in a cellar.” He growled and since you were still half asleep you couldn’t think straight so, stupidly you responded with “Over a bird? Doffy, grow up.”

He kept you in the cellar for a month and a half, then when the bird died soon after he got someone to get rid of only keeping a feather to taunt you. Often using it to bribe you or upset you when you did something to piss him off.

Garp

You got a bulldog that looked extremely close to him, so that’s why you got it. It had the same angry expression on its face as Garp.

He didn’t understood why you needed a dog so he asked and you explained for protection, which only just offended him and slightly upset him.

But he ends up loving the dog a lot more than you ever think you could, giving the dog bones on his way out and bringing home things for JUST the dog. You grew a bit jealous over it before you realized it was just unnaturally sweet for him.

“I’m home!” He announced to your nice little cottage hidden from pirates and any other sort of dangerous things that could lurk near you, you made your way to the front door only to see you had been beaten by your dog by a mere minute and you could’ve sworn that the dog was side-eyeing you with a smug smirk on its face. You pouted and walked over giving Garp a quick peck hoping he’d give you the same attention as the dog but he didn’t, so you turned away upset.

This continued for weeks, so much so that slowly over those weeks you stopped greeting him at the front door. You stopped giving him a peck goodbye and you barely even spoke to him before bed, whispering a simple goodnight love you.

He caught on instantly since the first time he saw you pouting in the kitchen while cleaning the same spot on a frying pan for about five minutes.

One day he came home and was greet with the dog again, only giving it an ounce of his attention before he made his way toward your shared room finding you there in bed reading a book - you didn’t dare look up.

“I brought you flowers.” His gruff voice broke the silence, your eyes immediately darting up in surprise to see the just torn-out-of-the-ground flowers and a small box in his other hand. You were shocked, shocked that he knew you were still a real person and very much living in the same house as him and his dog. “It’s not much but I think you deserve it.” He nods to you before walking over gently playing the flowers to the side and handing you the box.

It was a ring, a promise one. A good one at that, you cried and hugged him before you spent the rest of the night cuddled up to Garp while the dog? It had been locked outside of the room because Garp didn’t want to make the attention on you disappear for even a second.

Cause he felt guilty.

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Forsaken Survivors + Killers x Amanda the adventurer GN reader(PLATONIC)

Note: This gonna be some sort of headcannon, and I chose to do this because I love Amanda the adventurer, especially the fan-made song and the lore, and I'm nervous on how this will turn out.

Warnings: horror, demon, death, ooc characters.

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Prologue: You don't know how you got here, you can't remember anything, where was Wooly?

You don't know if you were free from that hell, maybe They had done it...but you still feel IT inside you, maybe you were free from that world...or were you?

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Headcannons

This headcannon would be about your normal side, aka not letting them see about the demon.

☆Survivors☆

Noob

• He was confused on how a litteral child was here, but he also found you cool.

•He likes hearing about your adventures, he wishes he could go out and explore with you!

•Noob isn't one to share his food with anyone, but since you're his BEST friend, he will give you half of his burger or he would give you a soda.

•Noob had found out that you're short-tempered, you snap almost at everything, especially towards Chance.

•When rounds start Noob would try to stick with you to keep you safe since you were a child.

•Sometimes Noob couldn't stay by with you for much since he would end up dying early or he is in a different part of the map.

Elliot

•He would mostly be worried about why a child like you was here, he is worried for you.

•He would give you slices of pizza to cheer you up whenever your upset or angry.

•Elliot would be like a older sibling to you, he'd be protective over you.

•Now the time Elliot would be very worried would be when the rounds start, he doesn't know if the killers are capable of KILLING a child.

• Elliot wouldn't hesitate to take a hit for you if it means that you'll be safe.

•Elliot has noticed your big tantrums especially when he sees Chance tease you about something.

Guest 1337

•He would try not to get himself close to you, he dosent need any attachment.

•Guest would be surprised that you had managed to appear here, but he would most likely be surprised that you were just a kid.

•You would sometimes remind him of his daughter, he misses his family alot.

•In rounds he would be near you if your doing generators to keep watch and make sure you aren't hit.

•Guest thinks that the killers wouldn't hesitate to kill you, even if your a kid.

•Guest had noticed you throw a tantrum, bet he also saw something, he can't explain what it was, but...he's getting suspicious...

Two Time

•Something is wrong with you, and they want to know just what it is...

•Two Time has noticed that every time you were upset or angry there was a slight change in you...

•They beg to the Spawn about whatever was going on with you, it would be revealed.

Shedletsky

•He was confused on how you arrived, he didn't mostly expect a child to be here.

•He wouldn't mostly be around much so you both don't interact much.

•He's suspicious about you.

•Are you really innocent?

•Shedletsky is a bit wary, he dosent trust you very much...

Builderman

•He would be neutral about you.

•He thinks it's risky for you to be here so he would tell you where some healing stations would be if you get hurt.

Chance

•He is annoying 24/7 make you wish that you were back in the tapes than stand him.

•He would steal something from your bag, something important and he would tease you about it and get on your nerves

•He would stay around you a bit to keep you safe from one of the killers.

•annoying ahh

Dusekkar

•He knows that something is off...

•Something about you isn't right...

•Just what are you hiding?

Hamburger man ()007n7

•He would worry for you, he wonders how you got here.

•You remind him of c00lkid.

•He would be fatherly towards you.

•He'd tried to stay most of the time with you in rounds to make sure you are safe.

•Considers you as his child.

KILLERS!!!

1x1x1x1

•He dosent care how you got here.

•They see you as someone weak

•She would target you first, thinking your an easy target.

•They were wrong, you knew how to dodge attacks and run away, and since your small you could easily hide and that's what makes him annoyed and angry.

•They noticed that you were talking to someone in one of the rounds, but it wasn't a person, it was as if you were talking to a ghost...

•She thinks that there's something you're hiding...

John Doe

•Dosent care

•He would almost instantly notice something off with you when it was his turn in one of the rounds...

c00lkid

•A new friend to play with!

•He would target you first.

•He would not hesitate to harm you.

•He notices how his dad is around you, it makes him feel...off...

•He dosent like you.

Jason

•...

Demon Revealed

Survivors

Noob

•He is terrified...what was that thing?

•Noob would be afraid by the revelation, he would fear you.

•He dosent know how to consider you anymore...

Elliot

•terrified.

•He had saw it all happen, the way it appeared out of no where.

•He is scared, he knows that you must felt scared that he and the others would leave you.

•He would push his fears aside and comfort you.

Guest 1337

•is in shock

•He would be hostile towards you.

•He dosent know if he should trust you, he would keep an eye on you.

Two Time

•He knew it...

•He knew there was something off with you

•He would beg to the Spawn to make you dissapear next with that Thing...

Shedletsky

•He would be slightly frightened but kept his ground.

•He would be around a bit more in case you loose your temper and make that thing appear again.

Builderman

(Idk what to put here ;( )

Chance

•Surprised.

•He was intrigued.

•He wants know how it all happend.

•still an annoying ahh.

Dusekkar

(Idk ;( )

007n7

•Was it all happening again?

•He was terrified.

•But he didn't want to loose you like he lost coolkid.

•He would comfort you.

•He'd make sure your temper was low.

c00lkid

Killers

1x1x1x1

•if it was in a round, they would be slightly surprised, he would try to kill the demon, but it was almost impossible.

•Dosent change their opinion about you.

John doe

•No opinions.

•will try to kill you and kill it.

c00lkid

•Yay another one to play tag with!

•honestly dosent care.

Jason

•...

Ending note:

Sorry if this is bad and doesn't reach what you had in mind 😓

[jazjelspen]

knight in shining armor

kaeya x reader

(note: mentions of obsession yet not yandere, not proofread, may be ooc, reader is described as to be the traveller or simple A traveller, they/them reader.)

(extra: this is just a lil dumb fanfic i wrote at like 3am, i just wanted to try to write ONE finished piece after not being to finish at least five other pieces….)

it's been years, and he hasn't seen you at all. not for a minute, not for a second.

you've been missing for who knows how long, yet you're still all that he thinks about.

you infect his mind like an amoeba to a brain, a virus to a body, a worm in an apple-- you've solidified yourself in ways to which you have been permanently stuck and altered in his mind and he just can't get rid of you.

he thinks it's tedious and almost stupid as he doesn't want to dare to admit that he has more than an inkling of an attraction towards you.. in fact, he's at the very least mildly obsessed.

he knows this is bad, he knows this isn't what a person of high authority should be doing, feeling-- his inflated ego hurt at the fact that a simple stranger that came from a land far, far away could do such a thing.

he's a captain, you're a traveller.

you come and go as you please, and he is stuck at a certain spot at a certain position.. albeit slacking off a bit more than he would ever admit due to his credibility.

the scent of your hair, the smooth gentle touch of your skin- be it cold or warm- sets him off entirely. your clothes match your personality and reflect your internal self both visually and beautifully, your eyes a color that just flips him on his head and his stomach hurling in a infestation of butterflies.

there's no way in hell that this is healthy.

but there is also no way he isn't going to try to get an extra minute with you if he could.

which is why on a nice summer hot day he decided to ask you out, perhaps to relax and have a nice outing at a lake, a romantic evening at the angel's share, or a vibrant conversation over a meal and several drinks that make both your faces flush.

but then you disappeared.

the day he tried to find you was when you disappeared from this earth.

no amount of 'missing' posters nor reward money could bring you back.

you were meant to be declared dead awhile ago, but he never let up no matter what his superiors or those who worked below him told him.

he knew you'd be out there somewhere.

he knew you'd come back.

but just as he was about to fall into the routine of accepting your possible death, the possibility that you have finally left the earth and ceased to exist in one way or another.. did you finally appear just as you left: out of thin air.

time has passed since the two of you have been young adults.

now.. he sees that exact face from years ago.

yet despite how time has affected everyone, such as him getting just a few years older yet he has prided himself in still keeping that dashing young energy and face, it somehow didn't seem to affect you the way everyone else matured.

you still had the same clothes, the same hairstyle, the same plump young face, skin still as radiant as you were at your early 20s..

it's like time didn't dare to touch not even a single hair on your head.

with your sudden appearance all your old friends flocked to you and taking you in their arms while he stood back and watched.

it's like seeing a ghost, a corpse reanimated and walking with red back in it's veins.

you were just as perfect as the day he lost you.

yet instead of grabbing you and taking you in his arms the way he has wanted to do for years. he instead walks up to you slowly and listens to your story.

you apparently were taken to a different dimension on your way to continue your adventure yet again, being stuck there for a few hours until you finally got out-- and realized you were actually stuck there for a few years. it barely took ahold of you on how time worked differently there than when it did here.

but you were in such a state of shock you couldn't finish your story- he saw how you would stumble over your words in both confusion and panic at the fact that you missed out on so much and weren't there when those needed you most.

he was selfish, so selfish for this.

he wrapped his arms around you as you cried in his shoulder. your tears burning his soul but it made his heart weep with joy that you would basically throw your arms around him once he initiated the act.

he kept you just like that, close and rubbing your back- telling you gentle comforting phrases to get you to relax.

it wasn't until you said:

"thank you so much kaeya, I never saw you as a comforting type.. I thought maybe you saw yourself better than that but- it's such a relief you're here.. would you have the time to help me around here? please?"

and he couldn't just say no to those pretty eyes filled with tears.

he couldn't be happier that you finally initiated this first.

oh was he excited to be your knight in shining armor.