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He'd always known this day would come. It was expected, really.
Damian was the older one. The Heir.
Danny was just...the one that came after. Competition for a position he didn't even want.
Grandfather believed the Pits to be mere tools. Father had run away, disgusted of it all. Mother feared and respected them. Damian believed them to bring nothing but Rage to those that bathed in their waters.
But he knew. They were a voice in his ears, advice and encouragement.
To him, the Lazarus Pits were Hope.
"Do not forget your sword, Little One. You might need it in the future. Just because your dear brother was so gracious as to bestow you with his own blade, lodged in your stomach though it is, does not mean a second sword wouldn't be useful."
Right. Of course. The attempted fratricide. And would've been successful, were Mother not quick to act and throw him in the Waters to reverse the damage done as his thoughts began to fade.
Of course. I won't soon forget this "lovely present" my dearest brother left me with. Spite and anger dulled the grief of abandoning all he's ever know. Grandfather's sage advice, and Mother's grieving hope for his life to be better than this chased his every step, heart growing lighter as the distance to Nada Parbat increased ever more.
At least now Damian couldn't try to kill him again.
And then, some years later, Fate laughed in his ears as he died to keep his best friends from following him into The Great Beyond.
In nights of shared trauma over a friend's death and harrowing return, Danny al Ghul Fenton would share with Sam and Tucker about his origins. Plans to visit Father were made in the tender hours of the night, tangled together for the comfort of Danny's still beating heart, and his purring Core...
Only to be dashed, as Danny spotted Robin darting over Gotham's rooftops, while Danny himself flew over the city to scout out apartments to move into with Sam and Tucker.
Father had taken in the kinslayer.
His brother was older now, no longer a bite-sized murderer. But that sword at his back? The gleaming engravings of it's sheath, that revealed themselves as Damian hovered over Gotham in the peak of his next swing?
The little bastard had a new sword. One made to mirror every painstaking detail of the other that had been buried in the lowly Spare's gut.
Gotham could have her killer. There were other places to live other than Gotham.
Dc x DP
in the Danny, as Damian, had twin idea.
Most make that he was sent away to protect him from the League or Ra.
Did you not all think the protection was from Damian? and not Ra or similar. Like, I could see Damian before Robin tried to kill Danny to be true Heir or similar.
#dpxdc#is Danny being mean here?#yeah#but he doesnt know of all the character development that Damian ends up going through#he just saw his brother and the replica of the sword that almost killed him#and using that part of his mind that sounded like Jazz#Danny says 'No. Let him have it. I have my own life now'#everlasting trio#platonic or romantic is up to whoever wants to continue
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blurred lines - sjy
summary: in which you cross the line of being platonic and romantic with your best friend || warnings: none || genre: fluff, friends to lovers || word count: approximately 810
The best way to describe your friendship with Jake would be that it constantly blurs the lines between platonic and romantic love. The both of you knew it but neither wanted to change that. Your crushes on one another take over the rationality of maintaining your friendship.
The way in which you expressed your love for one another, despite it being contradictory to your title of being “friends” had become second nature for the both of you.
You never flinched whenever Jake pulled you onto his lap whether there was an available seat. His arms wrapped around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, continuing with whatever he was doing as if this was normal.
You slept over his dorm often and every single time, you slept in his bed with him. Not just sleeping next to one another. The two of you would lay with one another, bodies pressed against one another, limbs lazily entangled.
He’d find his hands traveling under your shirt, resting on your tummy chastely. You didn’t push his hands away, though. Instead, you leaned into his touch. You let him be the only one that could touch you like that, despite him being solely your best friend.
It was whenever someone walked into you two cuddling like that so intimately that you were hit with a realization that this wasn’t normal. Jake was completely nonchalant, though. He had no problem with anyone else seeing you two like this and it was clear.
When whoever walked in finally left, you found yourself pulling away to which he pulled you right back against him, knowing exactly what it was all about.
“Come on. Don’t listen to them.” He’d say.
“Maybe, they’re right. Maybe-“ Jake cuts you off before you can even finish speaking.
“Maybe they should mind their own business.” He says. “I know you don’t have a problem with it and I know for a fact that I don’t. Who cares what they think? It’s not their friendship, it’s ours.” Jake’d say and he truly meant every word of it.
You found yourself agreeing with him every single time, without fail. You knew you felt the same way as him, he simply had more confidence in his feelings.
Jake wasn’t only obsessed with you when you were around. He was constantly bringing you up around his members wether it be something you texted him, something that happened when you hung out, or something reminding him of you, he was bringing you up with no shame.
Anyone who didn’t know him would think he was talking about his girlfriend when they heard him talk about you, not knowing that the two of you were simply best friends.
Then, one night, the two of you were having a sleepover and were laying in bed, cuddled up. You had been talking about the stupidest things along with the deepest stuff for literal hours. It was the middle of the night, technically early morning, and Jake would never be up this late if it weren’t for the fact that you were here.
The two of you had gone silent, finally, after constant talking and you were about to shut your eyes and go to sleep when suddenly, you felt his lips against yours as he softly kissed you. You melted into the kiss, kissing him back chastely before the two of you pulled away.
“Good night, Y/n.” Was all Jake said before the two of you eventually fell asleep.
After that, the two of you didn’t stop. You were both kissing behind closed doors, whenever you were in private. You felt like teenagers, the way you giggled through the kiss, the secrecy of it being almost exciting.
A few weeks later, Jake had taken you on a late night walk at Han River. The two of you held hands as you both talked mindlessly. It then went silent for a few moments as you both walked and enjoyed the atmosphere.
Suddenly, Jake stopped, causing you to stop as well and look back at him, confused on why he’d stopped so suddenly. He looked into your eyes before speaking.
“Y/n. I know we’ve crossed so many lines in our friendship but if you couldn’t tell already… I love you. I love you as more than a friend. You mean everything to me. You really do. I can’t stop thinking about you, not that I ever try. You mean the world to me, baby.” He says and you can’t help but smile lovingly up at him. “Be my girlfriend?” Jake then asked.
Deep down, you’d been expecting this question to come eventually and you were way past simple “happiness” after hearing him ask you to be his because all you wanted these past few years of friendship was to be his, and finally, you were.
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White Noise | Franky x Reader
Part of the Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series
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Summary: You woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and sought the company of the crew’s shipwright, who was still tinkering away in his workshop Word count: 1k Tags: one-shot, fluff, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, platonic straw hat pirates x reader, main pairing could be interpreted as platonic or romantic, no use of y/n, use of "princess" as a nickname but otherwise GN, mentions of canon-typical violence/injury
You jolted awake, fingers gripping the soft sheets under you. The Sunny’s infirmary was dark, with only the faintest glow of the moonlight infiltrating through the window. It was so quiet that you swore you could hear the thunderous beat of your heart pounding inside your rib cage. A slight sheen of sweat covered your brows.
Your left hand subconsciously flew to your right shoulder. It was covered with sterile white bandages that wrapped all the way down to your chest, but you could still picture the deep red gash underneath, which Chopper had meticulously stitched a few days ago.
The pain had subsided into a dull throb now, but the face of the Marine captain who had granted you the injury still haunted your dreams. You had eventually won your one-on-one fight against him, giving him an even worse wound across his back, but it had been the closest battle you had ever faced. You had lost so much blood and if it wasn’t for Chopper, you didn’t know if you would’ve survived.
The crew all made it out of the skirmish with the Marines safely, albeit with scratches and injuries of their own, but Chopper deemed yours the worst and had you stay in the infirmary. You appreciated that he was looking out for you, but you couldn’t help feeling a bit uneasy when sleeping without the reassuring presence of your crewmates nearby.
You ran your hands over your face and got up gingerly, knowing that you would not be able to sleep again like this. You walked over to the adjacent kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. It was around midnight, and you debated going to the crow’s nest to bother whoever was on night watch duty, but the mere thought of climbing those swaying ropes up the entire height of the mast with your injured shoulder made you shudder.
There was one other person you could think of who may still be awake at this hour, and you knew just where to find him.
You walked over to the fridge and input the lock’s password, which Sanji only entrusted to you, Robin, and Nami. You grabbed a bottle of ice-cold cola, then carefully made your way down to the docking room.
The buzz of a drill got louder and louder as you continued to walk through a narrow pathway heading aft.
The sound of the tool stopped as its handler noticed your footsteps getting closer, “Usopp, bro, is that you?”
“Not Usopp, sorry to disappoint,” you said as you walked into Franky’s workshop, smiling lightly at the cyborg sitting cross-legged on the metal floor, “I brought cola though, so can I stay here for a while?”
Concern flashed through Franky’s eyes, “Can’t sleep?”
You nodded, and he asked again, “Shoulder’s bothering you?”
You shook your head, “Not anymore.”
“Ah, nightmare then?” He correctly guessed.
When you slowly nodded, Franky put down his tool and opened his arms. You wordlessly rushed into them. His metal arms were physically cool to the touch, but the embrace was warmer than you could ever imagine.
He sat you down on his lap, careful not to agitate your injured shoulder, and took the cola you offered. After he drank the whole bottle in three large gulps, he turned to you and asked gently, “You wanna talk about it?”
You shook your head, not really wanting to relive the horrific memory of the recent battle.
He didn’t push you, immediately understanding that comfort and company were what you needed right now, “Okay. You mind if I continue working then?”
“Yeah.” You peeked at his project, “What are you working on so late at night anyway?”
His massive arms encircled you as he picked up a pair of disassembled sniper goggles, “Usopp and I are giving this baby an upgrade. We’ll have the zoom so powerful, he’ll be able to snipe a warship from miles away! It’ll be super useful in case of surprise ambushes like last time.”
You settled comfortably on Franky’s lap, your back against his front, as he picked up his tool and continued to work.
Before you knew it, the sounds of him drilling in screws, twisting some wires, and softly hammering small pieces of metal had gradually lulled you into a state of half-sleep. The faint crackle of the workshop’s furnace, which also provided warmth throughout the room, only added to your drowsiness.
Suddenly, the sounds abruptly stopped and you felt yourself being pulled back to consciousness against your will. You opened your eyes to see Franky looking down on you with a smirk, “Sleeping like this can’t be good for your shoulder.”
You groaned and closed your eyes again stubbornly, “But I’m comfortable here.”
Franky packed his gears and the goggles into a toolbox, then gathered you into his arms, “C’mon. Let’s get you to bed, Princess.”
He picked you up like you weighed nothing, one hand supporting your back and the other below your knees. Normally you would complain, telling him that you could walk on your own, but your weary mind simply accepted his favor.
It wasn’t a long walk to the infirmary, and sooner than you realized, he had set you down delicately on the patient bed and covered you with a soft blanket.
“Well, hope you have a super nice dream.” He said as he patted your head.
“Franky,” You called out as he started moving towards the door, “Can you please stay until I fall asleep? You can keep working on your stuff.”
“Sure thing, Princess.” He grinned, “Let me grab my stuff from the workshop then.”
Franky returned a few minutes later with his toolbox and sat quietly on the floor, his back leaning on the bedside. He started working on his project again, taking care to keep the noise to a minimum. You smiled as you closed your eyes, grateful to have him keeping the suffocating silence at bay. Before long, you drifted off to sleep to the sound of Franky’s soft tinkering.
The sun was well on its way to its highest point in the sky when the warm rays roused you from your deep slumber. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up as you slowly got up from the bed. No nightmares.
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the floor is lava!
om boys x reader
*all of these are optional romantic/platonic, except for Luke (obviously)*
wc : 0.9k
a/n : a fun little surprise post <3 I might make this into a little mini series-
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It was unusually quiet in the Devildom, considering there was rarely a time without some type of disturbance…
And sure enough, just when it seemed like it could finally be a normal day—
“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”
House of Lamentation
Lucifer lets out the biggest sigh possible, poking his head out of the study to deadpan at his scrambling brothers. Despite thinking this is the stupidest thing he’s ever heard of, he doesn’t so much as blink when you barrel past him to jump onto his desk (and even lets you rest your legs in his lap as he continues working, faintly smiling when you mention he has ‘lava resistance’ so it’s okay his feet are on the floor)
Contrary to what many might think, it was not Mammon who shouted it— even so, he’s sprinting his way from the entrance hall (where he’d just arrived back home) all the way to the common room to dive onto the armchair you’re occupying. The second born is curled in your lap the entire time and might even fall asleep before the game is called off
And poor, poor Levi, in the middle of gaming but not willing to lose to this ‘stupid normie game’, drops his switch and lunges at you; it was a 50/50 chance on if you could hold him up at the sudden weight or if you’d both fall and die, but he was gonna take it (and it meant he could be in your arms)
Surprise, surprise, it was Satan who started this chaos. He’d already been comfy and situated on the library couch, happily letting you climb on top of him when you came running in. Watching everyone flail about and run around cursing was simply too good to pass up (and for the first time, it’s also Satan who’s recording everything)
Asmo has a bone to pick with whoever shouted this nonsense— he was in the middle of doing his nails! He’ll spew complaints as he clamors onto the table, though he’s quick to shut up once you throw yourself down right beside him. He has been wanting to do your nails too lately
Meanwhile, Beel was too busy chowing down in the kitchen to even hear his brother and remained oblivious until you came sliding around the corner and launching yourself in his arms. He grins at your breathless ‘hi’ and obliges when you suggest he hop up on the kitchen counter to avoid the lava
Asleep on his bed, Belphie both didn’t hear and was safe either way, and would’ve remained that way until he was woken by your screaming. He groggily gets up to see Mammon trying to drag you down onto the floor with him. It was funny the way Belphie sleepily snatched you up and walked right back in his room, slamming the door for good measure— his bed is the safest place, in his opinion
Demon King’s Castle
You bet it was Diavolo who shouted it- courtesy of Levi telling him the HoL incident- and was also the one seen sprinting through countless halls with you thrown over his shoulder, slipping around the corners (he’d taken his shoes off for fast sock travel) before he touched base in his office chair. He doesn’t think he’s had that much fun with a game in his life- and he gets you all to himself!
Simply shaking his head at Lord Diavolo’s antics, Barbatos continues with making the tea and pastries, raising a brow when you bust through the kitchen door frantically. Instead of letting you climb on the counters, he lifts you up with his tail and brings you in close, casually asking your opinion on the frosting (best. taste test. ever.)
Mephisto was dumbfounded at the sheer childlike attitude of his lord, watching him take off sprinting with an agape mouth. His attention is quickly divided when you slip into his lap, listening to you rant about how you were so not prepared for this in the slightest. He doesn’t shove you off, to your delight— in fact, he just pulls you tighter against him so you’re further away from the ‘lava’ (this was a once in a lifetime opportunity- he was not wasting it just because the game was dumb)
Purgatory Hall
Despite being human himself, Solomon had never heard of the game and decided to just let you tug him up on his spell table. He blushes faintly at the close proximity, nodding absentmindedly as you explain the rules; he doesn’t care much for it, but if it allows him to be close to you, he’d play it everyday if you wanted
Oh yeah, Luke screamed it— he thought it looked so fun when you showed him a video and had to do it with the others. He’s laughing and hollering on your back as you run past the other confused angels, cheering when you both scramble onto the dining table. He’s definitely doing this again (but maybe with the demons, who will certainly give a better reaction)
Simeon had absolutely no idea what was going on— only that you and Luke were zooming through the house and climbing onto things that should not be climbed. Before he could scold either of you, you’d hopped right over the back of the couch and ended up sprawled over his lap. He can’t bring himself to say anything other than ‘hi’ and smile at your silliness
If Simeon didn’t know what was going on, Raphael sure as hell doesn’t— “the floor isn’t…lava..?” It’s hilarious. He’s so confused, even after Luke hurriedly explains the game. He stands in place the entire time, watching, until you jump at him- and luckily his reflexes have him catching you easily. He still doesn’t know how to feel even then but he won’t put you down until you ask (please ignore the flush of his cheeks)
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@rosekillermicrofic, July 17th - Soulmate, G, Word Count - 193
Part 1 of: Unrequited
"Evan?" Barty asks, looking up at the boy from where he was lying on his chest.
"Hmm?"
"Do you uh, believe in soulmates?" he continues, a little nervous to ask his question.
"I think so. I think a person has multiple. Like, your dog could be your soulmate, your brother could be your soulmate, your partner could be your soulmate. Just, whoever will be in your life for the long term."
Barty nods. That's a nice way to put it. It doesn't have to be romantic, it can be platonic or familial. "Do you think we're soulmates?"
The blond-haired boy pauses for a moment, thinking over Barty's question. "I think so. You're my best friend. I want you to be in my life forever."
"But, platonically, right? Like a platonic soulmate?" Barty clarifies. Obviously, it would be platonic, like. To think it would be romantic is absurd. Barty is in no way in love with Evan. Absolutely not. His best friend? That would be absurd.
"Of course, platonically," Evan replies, stroking Barty's hair again.
But if Barty knew and felt that it was so absurd, then why did hearing it hurt so much?
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Violets: knight!price x Princess!reader
The next day, Price noticed you had cheered up significantly.
He thought it was a little odd, especially when you sought him out to escort you to the river instead of going on your own. He assumed it was you finally coming to terms with your marriage…the awful thing that made his chest feel heavy, and did as he duty told him to do.
Though, when he heard you hum on the walk to the river he couldn’t help but scoff.
“You’re a lot more cheerful, your highness.” He pointed out and you smiled.
“Indeed I am. I received a bouquet of my favorite flowers yesterday and it’s left me feeling light.” You explained and he felt his stomach drop.
Oh no.
Price hoped his face hadn’t paled and that he didn’t look as guilty as he felt because if you saw him you were sure it put it together.
The violets. He picked them for you because he knew you liked them but before he could give them to you he realized how absurd it would’ve been.
Sir John Price give the princess flowers? The princess that hated him, the princess he hated? Not to mention it wasn’t entirely a platonic gesture and if he had tried to give them to you himself he was sure you would’ve thrown a fit.
He had gotten caught up in trying to make you happy. You had stayed in the castle, barely going outside and when he did see you, you looked so depressed it made him depressed.
He didn’t think about why it might…same as why he didn’t think about how angry he got when he thought about you getting married.
So he had planned to throw them out. He had set them somewhere and then they were gone. It didn’t occur to him that someone had picked them up and given them to you.
“Is that so?” He cleared his throat and you nodded. “And you liked them?”
“Liked them? I loved them.” You said and he wasn’t sure if that relieved him or made him feel more guilty.
“Loved them more than the king’s gifts?”
You paused for a moment. There was a slight frown to your lips and he could see you quickly think of a reply before you gave him a softer, more controlled smile.
“The king’s gifts are adequate. You wouldn’t know what it’s like to receive flowers.” You dismissed him as you both came to the river bank.
“I can’t imagine it feels that good.” Price argued and you shook your head.
“No, all you knights think about is handkerchief or a kiss.”
Price hated that you were right about one of those things…both of those things.
“Lady Katherine says it’s a secret admirer.” You seemed proud of that fact but it nearly killed Price on the spot.
Secret admirer? Him? He have feelings for you? Romantic feelings?
The scandal it would cause, the laws that would be broken, he’d be executed and your reputation would be over.
“You shouldn’t say such things.” Price scolded you and you looked at him with confusion.
“Why not? There’s no harm in it.” You argued but he grunted.
“No? You’re certain the king won’t find it rude his future wife is more focused on a secret admirer who is trying to ruin his marriage? He might think-“
“Think what, exactly?”
Your glare was fierce and goading, as if you wanted him to finish his thought. You stood tall as if you were preparing for a fight and his eyes hardened.
Price wasn’t sure what he was going to say. How he was going to get you to forget about the violets and focus on what mattered more, but he was certain it would’ve been the wrong choice to continue.
You were happy for the first time in a while, he should just let you be.
“I misspoke, your highness. Forgive me.” He bowed and looked away from you.
You let out a deep breath, your eyes falling as you turned back towards the river. The tension in your shoulders left and you held your hands in front of you.
“The king doesn’t have to know.” You said softly and he sucked in his lips. “And if he does it’s no cause for concern. I understand my place, whoever it is will surely understand theirs soon enough.”
Though Price knew you didn’t know it was him, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sting from your words.
You appreciated the flowers but perhaps they were still a burden to you despite making you happy.
“We don’t need to speak of the king.” You cleared your throat. “It’s a wonderful day and I’d like to spend it here-“
You were about to sit down when the sound of hooves caught both of your attentions.
Price turned to his trusted knight, Sir Kyle Garrick who nodded to him.
“The king has arrived, your highness.” He addressed you as polite as he always did.
Price watched the color drain from your face as you looked caught off guard. The king had come unannounced, so it was not surprising, yet you seemed far more upset by this surprise visit than someone would be.
The wedding wasn’t for another month. Any reason the king was here meant something bad for the both of you.
“We shouldn’t keep him waiting, your highness.” He mumbled and watched you compose yourself.
You didn’t say anything as you walked back to the castle.
A/n: who’s going to realize their feelings first? No clue
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Once every year
Seriously, I wrote this in 20 minutes, I don't even know if this makes sense... it's my birthday though!! Happy b-day to meee!!
Pairings: Honkai Star Rail × reader (seriously, whoever you want, you can look at it both platonically and romantically)
Maybe self-aware AU? I don't know- :P
Once again, you opened the launcher of the game you had a hyperfixation for the last 7 months. But you missed one thing that was in Genshin... the birthday voicelines. You loved starting playing the day of your birthday just to hear all your favourite characters wishing you a happy birthday... but it's not in Honkai Star Rail.
You obviously opened the mail that Pom-Pom sent with the cake and the 100 stellar jades, but you felt it wasn't enough. You missed that comfort that you once found in the voicelines of the other game made by Hoyoverse.
Just as you were logging off for the day, seeing no point to continue playing, since you did every quest that could be played, you noticed a strange thing... an easter egg perhaps.
If you opened the menu with the characters not facing you, you could see the screens of their phones, but they always were blank.
This time, something was written on each one of them, two words so simple, yet so powerful in that day.
"Happy Birthday"
Everyone had it. In different fonts and different colours that matched perfectly the character. How could that be possible? A glitch, perhaps? But how would it know what to write, where to write it, when to write it?
So many questions flooded your mind as you were trying to give yourself a reasonable explanation.
A mail arrived in that precise moment.
"Took the liberty to make some changes to your game. Hope you like 'em" - Silver Wolf
Maybe this game has a lot more surprises up their sleeve than you thought.
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If you really think about it, the ship where Alastor would be involved in that would most likely be canon so far would be Charlastor.
I mean, he despises Lucifer and sees Vox as not worth his time, so he's not gonna be throwing himself all over them anytime soon. Nearly everyone he interacts with besides the three women he's friends with, he's either indifferent, respectable or hostile to, but towards Charlie? This man has allowed her to touch him without permission, stated multiple times that he has faith in her beliefs and even handed her his source of power. Twice.
I'm aware he's doing all this with some underlying motive, but you can't deny he won't do all this for just anyone. I really can't imagine him all comfortably curled up in Angel's bed or getting handsy with Lucifer (He wipes his hands after touching him, man really doesn't like him at all). I support all ships with Alastor but if we're looking at this at a canon perspective, Alastor interacts with Charlie the most and will continue to interact with her as the show goes on, it's more possible to happen in a sense with Alastor.
Plus with all the romantic cues the show has (Unintentionally?) given so far, with the part where both Charlie and Alastor are laying on the heart shaped pillow but Charlie falls off the bed while Alastor remains on top off it, it seems that there could be a very small possibility that there might be an unrequited crush on Alastor's part.
Yeah, it's a stretch, but hey, he didn't have to lay in that bed. He could have stayed standing, looming over Charlie to show that he might be helping her but he still sees himself as above her and in control of the situation. But! Someone still animated him on that bed! They still animated him on that heart shaped pillow right beside Charlie! They didn't have to, but they still did and my minds still reeling after that fact.
No because you’re absolutely correct here.
Out of any of the characters in the series for Alastor to end up with, if he were to have a romantic subplot of any kind, it would be Charlie. They have the most potential together as a pairing and there have been so many little hints and visual cues that I’m honestly shocked that a romance plot isn’t where their relationship is going.
I genuinely cannot see Alastor ever engaging in anything romantic or physical with Vox or Lucifer in any way. And whenever I say that people like to excuse me of hating gay ships (which I clearly don’t. I am queer, and I love seeing queer ships that actually make sense and have good chemistry, and not just because they’re gay). It’s because he canonly hates men and is much kinder towards women—except for Vaggie lol. Yes, ship Alastor with whoever you want. It’s not my place to tell you if your ship is bad or not. I honestly don’t care because it’s your opinion and as long as you’re having fun with it, that’s all that matters!
But like anon is saying here, if we’re looking at it from a canon viewpoint, let’s think about it. Again, Alastor clearly doesn’t like men and can’t even be bothered to shake Lucifer’s hand without being disgusted. There have been three women who could be potential love interests. First is Mimzy, which I can see there may have been some flirtation here and there in the past, or even an unrequited crush on her part. But with her basically using him to get her out of trouble all the time, I can’t see them going beyond their on-and-off friendship. Then there’s Rosie, who he’s obviously very comfortable around and lets her touch and grab him as she pleases—which he wouldn’t let slide with any male characters in the show. And the Radiorose ship is cute I admit, but to me they’re a pair of gossip buddies who would maybe pretend to be in a relationship if needed, but otherwise their feelings don’t go any further than platonic.
And so that leaves us with Charlie. When I first watched the pilot I absolutely assumed they were going to have some kind of slow burn, not only because the idea of the princess of Hell and this feared Radio Demon falling for each other is so intriguing, but generally just the way they acted with each other. In like a span of eight minutes they were happily dancing together, with Alastor calling her one of a kind, tossing her around and making improvements to her dream hotel.
You can imagine how surprised I was when I found out they weren’t canon and weren’t going to be in the actual show. Like, I was legit going “🤨🤨🤨” and this was before I was even in the fandom lmao
And thank you so much for mentioning that scene in her bedroom because…
What is this. What do you mean the mfs making this show drew out this scene, carefully looked at every detail for the final product, and went “yup👍” if there wasn’t supposed to be something more going on here???
Like seriously if you’ve never watched this episode and you saw these two frames, what exactly would you assume is going on here? Be honest with me
But ya know, charlastor “isn’t canon” (so they say🙄) so the animators here were def trolling us lol
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One sided Solangelo where they’re best friends and Wills always been deeply in love with Nico but Nico just doesn’t have any romantic feelings for Will.
Will is just not Nico’s type. Nico likes the edgier guys. And Wills too soft. But Nico still loves Will as a best friend in a totally platonic way. And Will wants Nico in his life any way he can have him. Will knows Nico doesn’t like him in that way (if Nico did like him he would have made a move already Will has seen how forward and very obviously flirtatious Nico is with his partners) so Will is ok with settling for being best friends
And when Nico finds out that Will loves him he feels so anxious and guilty and sort of like a jerk and a bad friend because he knows how much it hurts to love someone who doesn’t love you back in the same way and he never meant to hurt Will like that. He thinks of all the times he’s flirted and hung out with other guys when Will was around and feels so bad about it knowing how awful it probably made Will feel to see him with someone else.
So Nico decided to sit down and have a talk with Will and they come to the conclusion that Nico does not want to try a relationship with someone he does not live romantically and is just not attracted to and Will does not want to try a relationship where he knows his partner does not love him in the same way. Nico apologizes profusely and Will keeps saying it’s ok that he doesn’t have to apologizes that it’s not his fault these things are nobody’s fault sometimes this just happens.
They stay best friends because both of them really do want to be in each others lives and do love each other but just platonically. And eventually Will heals and moves on and falls in love again with someone who actually loves him back and Nico continues to have fun and hangs out with a few different partners until eventually he finds himself falling back in love with Percy again who has developed feels for Nico over the years.
Happily ever after Percico (or Percicobeth) and whoever Will ends up with.
#platonic Solangelo#Nico di Angelo#Will Solace#Percy Jackson#Percico#percicobeth#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#PJO#Heroes of Olympus#HoO
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villain p.ai.nter full post since the last one was just a reblog yeahhh 🔥🔥🔥
sebastian goes to ask p.ai.nter for help with stopping the expendables for as long as possible as he knows it can control the turrets, and p.AI.nter is OBSESSED with him. genuinely would do anything for him. so sebastian pretends to have a relationship (platonic or romantic still up for debate) with it in order to keep it working and confides his plan to whoever it would consider a close friend. he tells them that he's only using p.AI.nter for the rest of them to escape- after all, a computer can't exactly swim can it? so they begin planning for the escape, all the while seb continues lying to p.AI.nter saying they'll all be escaping including it. weeks pass, and p.AI.nter begins doubting its ability to leave the blacksite as it's electric and would die in water. meanwhile, sebastian comes to a horrible realization that it DOES actually feel something for p.AI.nter but keeps it to himself. no one can know.
and then one day, p.AI.nter manages to hack into some kind of mic in a room with sebastian's confidants in it without realizing and hears them talking. talking about it. talking about sebastian. about the past weeks- MONTHS- being nothing but lies. words to butter it up to do sebastian's wants. and it snaps. it thinks to itself "if i can't escape? No One Can". it hacks fully into the blacksite's systems in a fit of rage and begins its control over everything in it. it was treated like sebastian's plaything, so now everyone and thing in the site is its entertainment.
i'm thinking it gets some kind of android body to attach the monitor to? i don't have much in terms of design on it but all i know is that in the monitor where p.AI.nter's left eye (if you were facing it, it would be on your right) should be there's a shotgun bullet hole in it... i wonder who could have done that...
songs that remind me of the au
DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN!!!! COME ON!!!! i have a very specifc scene in my head during the "i was told i had to walk away" part of p.AI.nter looking down at the ground walking down a hallway and as it does the turrets in the ceiling begin to descend out and then at "i'll fake a smile they've seen before" it flashes to p.AI.nter pre-villain before cutting to its current expression with the bullet hole and a deranged grin (since in my design it's nearly always smiling or grinning like mad. if you see it without a smile on its face then it's too late for you) and then "they'll see i am so much more" it looks up at the camera and the turrets point along with the look and yeah. Yeah this is villain p.AI.nter
uh uh uh seb's the hero p.AI.nter's the villain blah blah blah i don't even have anything to say other than the following lyric clips . good lord. blue sebastian green p.AI.nter
that last line there in specific too... since in my head p.AI.nter sets up bases in seb's old shop locations half to get rid of any places seb may try to hunker down and hide again and half to show that it can take the things that matter to sebastian just like he did to it.
#villain p.ai.nter au#pressure#pressure painter#p.ai.nter pressure#roblox pressure#seb is Here i just dont want to tag him..#i just woke up and i'm making this ok leave me alone#Spotify
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What would the COD MWII men do if they found out you had a stalker
[A little self indulgent peice since I had a scare last night. Getting stalked in like my specialty so let me know if you want a full length peice 🤪]
SFW short peice, COD men x GN! Reader, mostly platonic but can be read as romantic too.
Cw: Stalking
Price
-Price would be on top of it. Replacing locks, installing cameras anything to make you feel safe.
-He would make an effort to spend time with you more often, pick you up from work, drop you off ect. And when he couldn't he would try to get freinds to stay with you so you didn't have to be alone
-He would want you to call the cops and report it but he wouldn't be pushy if it makes you uncomfortable.
-If he actually met your stalker he'd let them know, in no uncertain terms, that if they continued they would never walk again.
Graves
-Graves would probably get violent the fastest of anyone on this list. He seems possessive so anyone threatening 'his girl/boy/partner' would be a no go.
-He would push you to report it to the cops and I don't think he'd take no as an answer.
-He'd also want you to call off of work while he did some 'investigation' of his own.
-He might even come home with a German Shepard puppy so that you can have a 'guard dog' which would end up being spoiled
Ghost
-I thinking Ghost would be the most analytical of the group. Which may make you think he's just brushing it off at first, when he's really just thinking up solutions.
-You already have a guard dog so he sets out and buys motion activated flood lights and trail cameras.
-He'd make sure you didn't have to do anything, he'd call your boss, change your number, call the cops if you wanted. All so you don't have to worry.
-The day after telling him you'd wake up to a pantry stocked with your favorite treats (which Gaz delivered so that Ghost wouldn't have to leave you).
Soap
-Soap would freak out at first, he'd ask you a million questions and probably make you panic before apologizing.
-He'd run you and bath and call either Ghost or Price to ask for advice.
-After you're done the both of you would go to the hardware store and booby trap the house, Home Alone style. Which would make you laugh.
-He would also set real safety measures in place, Window locks, Cameras, Alert system you name it.
-He would spend every moment distracting you while the problem got fixed.
Gaz
-Normally silly Gaz would become very silent when you told him. Quietly anger radiating off of him.
-I headcannon Gaz as having had bad anger issues as a kid which he got under control as he got older.
-Gaz would get up and put you in the shower while he made phone calls. Putting on your comfort show when you got out and sitting on the couch with you, rubbing your shoulder absent-mindedly.
-There would be a knock at the door and it would be one of his old police buddies. Gaz would apologize because he knew it would be hard to tell what happened, but it was important to get this guy caught.
-He'd stay home with you when he could and using his connections he would do whatever he could to get you an escort when he wasn't.
-When whoever was stalking you got caught he would roast the shit out of what they looked like (petty I know) making you laugh.
Alejandro
-Alejandro would be very vocal almost immediately, comforting and coddling you before setting off to fix the problem.
-He would round up Rudy and go find the person himself. Verbally (and maybe just a little physically) threatening them.
-He'd get back to comforting you as fast as possible though. Assuring you that you're safe and no one could harm you.
-He'd be more protective, almost overbearing for a week or two. He doesn't want this to ever happen again
-Depending on how bad it was he might adopt a little yappy dog (chihuahua, rat terrier, Yorkie, you know the type) to act as a first warning system and companion.
Rudy
-Rudy would start comforting you immediately, before making calls to freinds.
-Both Rudy and Alejandro don't trust the local police and army so it narrows down the number of people that can help. He'd probably go straight to Los Vaqueros.
-He would make you some comforting food while he waits for Intel. Sitting on the couch to eat instead of the dining table like normal.
-When the call finally came that your stalker had been captured he would go down to the base to confront them himself. Causing a nasty black eye before Alejandro pulled him off.
-Afterwards he'd teach you how to shoot. He wants you to be innocent and pure, but not at the cost of your life
#cod headcanons#cod x you#captian price#soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#simon ghost riley#alejandro vargas#rudolfo parra#kyle gaz garrick
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🥀 BRACKEN RELATIONSHIP HCS
A/N: oohh bracken my beloved...my autistic plant creature. features some bracken hcs of my own.
WARNINGS: hints of death.
TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, platonic/romantic, fluff
Echoed footsteps are heard throughout the halls of the building. You lost contact with one of your teammates not too long ago, the cut-off screams from the walkie-talkie still haunting you. Blinking away your tears, you continue trekking your way towards the end of the hall.
Yet, you can't help but feel watched. Shivers run through your body as you become immobile, unable to move out of fear. It's behind you. Whatever it is, you can't bring yourself to look. As hands slowly wrap around your head, you shut your eyes in hopes that you can prepare for whatever comes next.
You feel yourself being lifted from the ground as purring is heard from the creature behind you. Leaves rustle as the Bracken holds you close, nuzzling its head against yours. This certainly isn't what you expected...
...but perhaps, you can get used to this.
PLATONIC
☆- the bracken was enamored when it first saw you. thankfully, with no ill intent. seeing you quiver in fear and sadness of your lost teammates, it only drove it closer to you.
☆- throwing its neck snapping nature aside, it holds you instead in an attempt to comfort you.
☆- it'll guide you to its own little room to hide you away from the dangers of other entities roaming around.
☆- if you're not keen on physical touch, it'll let you go to give you space. from then on, it simply tilts its head as if to ask permission to hold you.
☆- it's not capable of human speech but it understands you to a certain level. whether it can understand you or not, it loves to hear you speak.
☆- tries its best to cheer you up if you're sad. it can't do much with words but it will hold you close if you let it. flowers will bloom on its body to calm you down, letting you stroke the petals.
☆- you basically have your own personal bodyguard. if you plan to resume your loot finding, it'll follow you around to scare off anything that tried to harm you.
☆- if any other teammates are around you as well, you have to ask it to not kill them. it'll respect your wishes, but it won't stop growling at whoever gets too close.
☆- if you need to return back to the ship, it may not follow you out of the building. it'll be sad to see you go, but it has its hope high that it will see you soon.
ROMANTIC
☆- brackens are already somewhat social with employees such as you, but relationships are certainly another step it would be happy to take.
☆- tries to give you items in an attempt to court you, as well as showing off whatever flowers it has growing on its body.
☆- 100% more affectionate than before if you let it. there's never a moment where it doesn't ask you to hold hands.
☆- it doesn't have lips to kiss you (not that you can too with your helmet), but it'll do its best to imitate one. it simply presses its face against your forehead or where your mouth is. its leaves can't help but shiver in embarrassment.
☆- if you're at the relationship stage with the bracken, it'll let you help trim it when needed. it usually likes to do it on its own, but it trusts you enough to let you help.
☆- it would be protective of you no matter what, but being its partner increases it tenfold. the last thing it wants is to see you get hurt. if it happens to accidentally hurt you itself, it'll feel EXTREMELY guilty about it.
☆- everything is different if you initiate the affection instead. it just freezes up and a multitude of flowers immediately bloom everywhere on its body, and maybe on the ground too. it's super happy that you feel the same way it does for you, expressing its giddiness with shaky leaves and a low purr. it truly loves you, and will forever be appreciative of your presence.
#📃 headcanons#💥 not a request#⭐️ platonic#❤️ romantic#☀️ fluff#lethal company x reader#lc x reader#lethal company x gn reader#lc x gn reader#bracken x reader#bracken x gn reader
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Hours in the Moonlight: Persevering Afterlight - 14. Time With You
Summary: Getting scolded by one vampire was bad enough. Getting scolded by two… Well, you could certainly say that you hadn’t expected for the next situation with two vampires to involve Leona and Vil snarking at one another.
Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!
Trigger Warning: Vampire
Word Count: 1712
Hours in the Moonlight Master-List
Despite my well-meaning promise, I’d failed miserably and fallen into a perfectly blissful sleep while Leona toted me home. And that simple failure was what had led me to this moment. With two vampire men sitting on my couch, each of them eyeing me with similar expressions of displeasure. One, because I’d gone out to fight a vampire without going and getting him or Rook along with getting myself hurt. The other, because I had fallen asleep using his shoulder as my pillow despite my promise.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I started, and Leona’s tail whipped around like a warning behind him as Vil crossed his arms.
“Tater tot, how about rather than apologizing, you start with why he’s here?” Vil looked towards Leona with an expression of deep dislike that had me frowning.
“I don’t know. I think the Herbivore owes at least one of us an apology,” Leona certainly didn’t miss his opening as he glanced over at Vil in an almost smug manner that had Vil shooting him a look.
I glanced between the two of them, half-wanting to ask exactly what the beef between the two of them was before thinking better of it.
Because, after talking to Leona and later waking up, I’d recalled that Vil had mentioned that he and Leona ‘had an understanding.’ Just based on that and Leona’s words, I’d assumed that they’d at least had a working relationship. But considering Vil’s face when he’d come in to check up on me at home only to find Leona already here and his tone now….
Leona continued looking Vil’s way with a smug grin now curling across his face that had me bracing myself for whatever he was about to say, “Upset you’re not the only vampire who knows where they live, pretty boy? Or are you just mad that this isn’t your turf anymore?”
Vil’s eyes narrowed slightly before he looked back my way, apparently refusing to dignify Leona’s jab with a response. And I sighed at his stare before I obediently gestured to where Leona sat, “He brought me home after the fight because I’d gotten hurt. I apparently fell asleep on him and-”
“Jack and Ruggie wouldn’t get off my back about coming and checking on you,” Leona cut in with a look shot my way before he looked back over at Vil with an almost amused glance.
Vil met his gaze with an unimpressed mask, “I’m surprised….” He started, and a smirk began to curl across his face, “To think you can’t even keep one person from getting hurt despite how much you play at being the tough guy.”
There was a twitch to Leona’s left eye and I found myself leaning forward hurriedly before he could fire back with some sort of retort, “Well, the second vampire was a surprise attack. We hadn’t even known she was anywhere nearby.”
Both men looked my way, and I found myself sitting back and finishing in a soft tone that was at odds with my previously rushed words as I laced my fingers together, “...It really wasn’t his fault.”
Vil sighed, and now Leona crossed his arms as he eyed me, “When are you gonna be better, Herbivore?”
Vil glanced his way with an odd look that went wholly ignored by Leona as I met his stare with a half-shrug, “I can probably come by tomorrow?”
I glanced questioningly between the two men, who both nodded. Apparently agreeing to my approximation as Leona stood, “Good. You can deal with whoever comes by tomorrow then. I’ve already had to cover for your backside once.”
My eyes widened at his words and I found myself hurriedly standing and following him over to the window, “One of Crowley’s men came by for a report? Which one? What did you tell them?”
Leona looked back at me over his shoulder with an almost put-upon sigh, “I told them you were busy and that I didn’t know when you’d be back. And it was the one with the beard that smells like body spray.”
The last comment was said with a special amount of disgust that had me frowning in confusion. At the very least, it wasn’t Crewel or Sam…..
“I’ll leave you in Vil’s hands,” A grin curled across his face as he looked towards Vil, who was now also standing with his arms crossed before he used one hand and made what I could only describe as shooing motion towards the other vampire.
“Yes, yes. Go on. I’ll talk to you about all of this later,” He sounded almost impatient, and my eyebrows rose at his words as Leona snorted.
“Tell Jack and Ruggie thanks for being worried. And thank you for bringing me home last night,” I leaned around so I could better look Leona in the eye as I spoke, only to get waved off.
But he still glanced my way briefly, his eyes meeting mine before he launched himself out the window. Landing on the pavement below in a crouch before he took off into the darkness in the direction of the Savanaclaw Clan.
I turned slowly to see Vil eyeing me. “Tater tot,” He started as soon as my gaze met his and I sighed, trailing over to the couch where he stood and before sitting on it.
He looked down at me with a frown, but rather than any scolding or questioning, he sat down next to me, leaning over so that he could look at my face as he spoke, “How’s your shoulder?”
I smiled slightly at him before shrugging, “Not that bad, actually. I probably would’ve gone ahead and went to the Savanaclaw Clan headquarters if Leona hadn’t shown up and told me not to.”
Vil shook his head, smiling fondly, “I was surprised to see him when I got here, but I’m glad he stopped you. You don’t need to be there right now.”
I frowned at his words, recalling Leona’s statements and behavior from last night, “Do I really smell that strongly of blood or something?”
I looked at him curiously, and Vil sighed, shaking his head slightly, “Not especially, but there are traces of it, and with you being the way you are, that’s all it would take.”
I continued to hold his gaze, but when I spoke, my voice had gone far softer as I thought of the blank look on Leona’s face when he’d been staring at my blood that had smeared itself across his hand, “Is it that bad? I mean… Is it bothering you?”
Vil shook his head, a faint smile still on his face, “No, it isn’t bothering me at all. But Rook suspects I’ve grown quite accustomed to you and that it doesn’t affect me nearly as much as it might others.”
I nodded slightly, still thinking about last night, “Because you’ve spent so much time with me.”
He nodded, his own voice going soft as he answered me gently, “Yes. Because I’ve spent so much time with you.”
We sat silently after that. Almost like we were both just resting in each other’s presence as the seconds ticked by.
And then he spoke again, “And what about you? How are you doing?”
He looked my way, and I knew exactly what he meant in an instant. Was I alright after having just killed two more vampires? After all, he had been the one who’d checked up on me after my debut.
“I’m not totally adjusted yet, but…. Well, it wasn’t any easier, but I suppose I was better prepared.” I toyed idly with my hands as I spoke until one of his hands reached over and stopped my motions.
I met his gaze and found him looking at me almost sadly, “Rook has been saying ever since that night that you would be fine and that you could do this, but I can’t deny that I’ve been worried.”
He sighed slightly, looking down at our hands, “But you’ve already won over members of the Savanaclaw Clan to the point where they worry for you and care for you. I could tell how concerned Jack was, and I very nearly went to find you last night….”
I felt myself smile at his words, amused by the mental image of him with Rook having to stop both him, and probably Epel for that matter.
I would have to thank him for that later. If Vil and Epel had shown up, that might have just worsened issues.
At the end of the day, being the Hunter was my job, and I was going to have to get used to it for better or worse. And I probably wouldn’t always have someone with me to help me.
“I’m sorry for worrying you, but I knew you’d want to know,” Vil nodded at my words, meeting my gaze with a more genuine smile.
“Well, you were right about that,” He looked almost amused by his own behavior, and I found myself leaning over against him.
“Thanks for coming by Vil…. I think the only reason I was able to face any of this at the start of all this was your, Rook, and Epel’s support,” I exhaled as I finished, relaxing as he rubbed my arm gently, careful to avoid my injuries even though they weren’t nearly as bad as they had been.
“Of course, Tater Tot. I’m partially at fault for Crowley noticing you anyway,” Despite how good he was at disguising it, I could hear the remorse in his tone, and I leaned back, looking towards Vil with a smile.
“No, he probably would’ve noticed me sooner or later anyway. And because you were there, I had far more support to get me through it all.” I paused, smiling at him as he let out an amused-sounding huff.
“Besides, now I can help take care of you and get to the bottom of all this insanity mess,” I grinned at him as I finished, and he shook his head slightly.
“Yes, just remember to take care of yourself as well,” He titled his head, his gaze softening slightly as he paused before continuing in a less teasing tone with a fond smile. “And if it ever gets too hard, I’ll always be here.”
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Can I please request ❤️ with Killua?
Hey, thank you for the ask! Might go w both platonic (he's basically a kiddo so it's weird on my end to make it like romantic :/)
What kind of s/o does Killua want (platonic)
I think this goes for anyone he starts to warm up to — he wants that person to lowkey care for him. It's sort of like he wants to protect them (and will point out he is stronger in every way) but at the same time he wants them to provide him with warmth.
Another must is they have to be on Alluka's good side! This goes without a need for explanations but he wants both whoever he likes and Alluka to be friends and for Alluka's life to not be potentially endangered
He wants them to be open to exploring the world. While he does like the idea of spending time in one place and enjoying small things in life, he's basically been stuck on a mountain for a long portion of his life. He wants to continue the thrill of adventure. If not with Gon then with his s/o and Alluka
I think he would want them be fine with him teasing them or pulling pranks. He's a bit of a mischievous fellow haha
Do you have to know nen? No, that's not on his list!
I think the biggest thing for him is he wants you to be alright with his past. He's an assassin by profession, he has a rough relationship with his family. It's something he hopes won't scare you away
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Just A Scratch - Alejandro Vargas
You pull your stitches when getting a late night glass of water. Alejandro's up, too, and insists on giving you a hand.
A/N; okay so this can be romantic or platonic it's up to you. reader is gn as per usual. anyways i love alejandro and so should you
Wordcount; 470
TW; brief mention and description of injury, mentions of blood, improper use of a kitchen sink </3
It's just past two in the morning when you hear the kitchen door creak open.
You're huddled by the sink, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, your hair mussed and wild and still damp from the shower. Tears bead in your eyes. Vision blurred, you turn around to see whoever's interrupting your impromptu first aid session.
"You're hurt."
Alejandro stands in the doorway. He'd been running the mission with you, had seen the attacker slash at your shoulder with the knife, had seen the medics stitch you back up on the ride home.
"I thought you had been fixed?" He asks, arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe.
"Tore my stitches," you grit out, taking short, sharp breaths. "Medics are sleeping. Didn't wanna wake 'em."
"You realize that taking care of you is their job, yes?"
You wave a dismissive hand, return your attention to your injured shoulder.
Alejandro sighs. The floor creaks under his feet as he steps closer, coming to a stop at your side. He leans against the countertop, glances at your arm. Then to the glass you'd plucked from the upper shelf of a nearby cabinet, the door still wide open, just as you'd left it.
"This is probably so unsanitary," you laugh, vision blurry with tears. "Fuck."
"Eh, I do not know about that." Alejandro gestures to the fridge. "It is still full of protein bars. Not an egg, a fruit, or a piece of meat in sight."
You laugh again, sniffling slightly.
"Cariña," Alejandro says quietly, "Please. Let me help you."
"I'm fine."
"You are clutching your arm like it will fall off if you let go. I would not call that... what did you say? Fine?"
"Can handle it by myself."
"Ah, but just because you can do something on your own does not mean you should."
You fall quiet for a moment.
"You are stubborn," Alejandro continues, "And that is a good thing to be. Tonight, though, you may want to reconsider."
"You're one to talk," you mumble, staring into the sink.
"Which is why you should take me seriously." He shifts, turning to face you with a pointed expression. "It is not easy for me to see you like this."
You exhale, pulling the towel away from your arm. "I know."
"You do not have to do this alone."
"I know."
"So don't," he urges.
After a moment's hesitation, you groan in defeat, holding the bloodied towel out to Alejandro, silently giving him permission to tend to you. If he's bothered by the blood on the cloth, he doesn't show it, taking it from you and reaching past you to wring out some of the blood and rewet the towel.
"Thanks," you mutter.
He begins to clean the wound, fingertips gentle and warm on your skin. "Any time, cariña."
#cod mw2 x reader#hurt/comfort#alejandro vargas#alejandro vargas x reader#alejandro cod#cod mw2#cod mwii#tw blood#tw injury#gn reader#cod mw2 imagine#he's so...#i just. i love him ok#whump
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Do not lose faith dear brothers, there is still hope for us to win this war </3
You guessed it...questions/scenarios!!!
1) How would your bug respond if somebody confessed that they loved them? (Can be platonic or romantic love)
a) if they felt the same
b) if they did not feel the same
2) The silliest thing they believed as a kid?
3) Fame! AU
What is your Bug famous for? (It can be anything, as legal/ illegal as you wish)
4) Scenario #1
Chez was sat at the edge of a river, staring into the glistening water, Bug sat beside him. They hadn't been talking about much in particular just general chat, but then Chez chuckled and said something under his breath
Bug asked him to repeat, so he did
"It's wild to believe that this is my family now...well not really you guys, but the half-blo- the boys. It's crazy, like a month ago I would have killed Timmy the second I saw him!"
He tried to simply move past the statement, but it was clear he felt guilty about it...there was a remorseful glint in his eyes. He hesitated, then continued
"I mean...that was kinda my plan, I was on my way back to the town when I met him. Was gonna rat Bodie out to the other Hunters...couldn't imagine doing anything like that now"
He crossed his arms and leant forward, he sighed as he looked over at Bug
"...mental how people change, ain't it...?"
5) Scenario #2
We're going to the Traitor! AU...again, ik ik we hate it but I had a vision and I need to convey it
The only thing different abt this AU to the normal one is that Chester betrayed Bug + the half-bloods...which means Fran and Daisy were still staying with the Bugs when this all happened...I think you can guess whats coming :3
The group had finally gotten out of the arena and back to the house in the swamps, it was late...super late, around 3am when they finally got back so they were all ready to go to bed and pass out. They all went to their respective rooms and collapsed, most of them being instantly knocked out...unfortunately for Bug they didn't get to sleep very long.
They were awoken only 3 hours later by a knock at their door, they told whoever it was that it had been a long day yesterday...they all know what happened, that they needed to sleep and begged them to go away for another couple of hours but then they heard a young voice from outside
"*Bug*, we're sorry for bothering you but we really need to ask you something, please, it's important!"
Was that...Daisy? They reluctantly got out of bed and opened the door, there stood Fran and Daisy. Fran was picking at the skin under her nails, tears prickling her eyes, clearly panicked whilst Daisy simply seemed confused
Daisy smiled when Bug opened the door but Fran seemed to be attempting to peer around them and into their room, when she couldn't spot whatever she was looking for the tears began to escape her eyes, pouring down her face no matter how much she tried to rub them away.
"*Bug*! We just wanted to ask, we noticed that all of you got back yesterday and there were a couple of new friends with you!!! But emm where's Chezzy?"
Fran sniffled, clearly assuming the worst whilst Daisy was still smiling up at them awaiting their response.
What happened to Chester, Bug? Why isn't he home?
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