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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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Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 45

(Vargas is a Longhorn Minotaur bull. As a bull, he is territorial towards other fully mature ungulates. He doesn't view the students as fully mature so they fall into the same category as members of his herd. He is instinctually programed to protect his herd from outsiders and to keep a close eye on those he considers to be his calves. He considers The Human as a calf, so he is extra protective and territorial over the Human around the others.)
Warnings: yandere, illness, high fever illness, helplessness, yandere behavior, aggressive behavior, intense yandere behavior, platonic and romantic yandere, fever dreams, nightmare, blood, violence, dreamed non-con touching, harpy, Minotaur, shinigami, nightmare creatures,
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Your head was swimming as the room seemed to be spinning around you. Each breath was labored and felt painful as your lungs fought you for every inhalation. Somewhere in your mind you felt like you were overheating, but the blanket was too heavy to throw off of you.
"... Help..."
You croaked out, barely even audible as you tried to get someone's attention. Limbs feeling more like lead and your stomach lurching every time you opened your eyes, there was no choice but to close them and keep calling out. Hopefully someone would be able to hear you before you roasted in your skin.
"... Help..!"
A far too loud sound of footsteps slamming in the hallway let you know someone was present. The ear piercing creak of the door made you want to curl up and scream with how deafening it was to your ears. Soft and repetitive whimpers escaped your lips with low wheezing sounds from your labored breath. Someone approached from the side of the nest.
"What's wrong?"
The thunderous voice of whomever had answered your call made your body flinch in response. They didn't seem to realize how loudly they were speaking, or perhaps you were just sensitive to sound given the way everything seemed too much for you. Still, the sound wasn't what was bothering you.
"... Too hot... Can't... Move..!"
A blind panic was beginning to fill your confusion addled brain the longer your body struggled to respond to your commands. Whoever it was seemed to at least believe you as you felt the weight of the blankets lifting from you. The overwhelming heat continued to roll off of you but at least it wasn't trapped beneath covers anymore.
"Here, you should drink something. It has been a while since you last stirred."
Your heavy body was moved into an upright position, whoever it was that came to your side sitting behind you to let you lay exhaustedly against their front. A cold drink met your senses and seemed to spread throughout your body as you tried to gulp down the inviting liquid. If there was a flavor to it, you didn't recognize what that flavor was.
"Is there anything else I can do to help keep you comfortable?"
"... Tired..."
Your brain faintly registered the feeling of rough fur as you were settled back down into the bed, a rather hulking shape of your current attendant walking to the door. They paused a moment at the threshold and you wondered who it was out of the many that craved you violently. Perhaps that was not important as darkness pulled you back down into fitful sleep.
~•§•~
The ground beneath you rolled like waves, knocking you down and battering you as you tried to stand. Each wave taking you farther and farther out into what seemed to be a void of darkness that surrounded you. These waves were not gentle and slammed into you. Instead ot was like you were being hit by hundreds of pointed grains of rice.
Your skin felt sensitive to the touch and made you feel like everything stung whenever it touched you. Voices echoed with no clear origin in your mind, making you look wildly into the shadows for an answer. If it weren't for the rolling ground tossing you around, you may have been able to tell what direction sounds were coming from. Even as you struggled to orient yourself, another roll and pitch beneath you would send you tumbling back down into the hissing darkness.
"Come back here!"
A voice hissed from behind you and the jaws of a white wolf snapped at your leg. Even when you tried to run, what felt like a hand gripped your ankle to pull you back and throw you roughly to the unsteady floor. As your back hit into it, you couldn't tell if it was a solid or liquid, but it was enough to force the air out of your lungs.
"You're mine!"
Another distorted voice hissed and this time you saw the snapping jaws of a dark dragon catching your shirt and jerking you back. Claws tore at your arms as this beast pinned you to the pitching floor. That weight lifted before being replaced by the sharp feeling of fangs digging into your neck as a scream escaped your lips.
"Delicious little Human, keeheehee, you will be my precious little meal!"
The sudden feeling of falling made your body jerk as you dropped into a warm and thick liquid. It was viscous and filled your mouth when you tried to scream. The iron taste overwhelming you and congealing on your tongue as you tried to fight your way back to the surface.
"I am your one and only Hero! You can't leave me!"
The long teeth of an angler fish came shooting towards you and ripped greedily into your sides, cutting and pulling with each long fang dug into you. It felt like you were dragged through the thick liquid around you and thrown out into an icy tundra. The blinding white light making you close your eyes in agony as you shivered and cried out from disorientation.
~•§•~
Eric pulled the blankets up around your shivering body. Lord Hades had gone ahead and given you a bath with the aid of his magic before asking the Harpy to help you settle down again. Despite not being awake, you had audibly struggled against the water to the point the others could hear you whining and splashing. When the Shinigami emerged with your shivering and soaked figure, he informed them of your struggle and how you seemed to be unable to wake yourself yet still fighting.
The Harpy felt immense pity for you as you whimpered again and weakly tugged at the blankets as if to cover yourself completely. You had been switching from sweats to chills in your troubled sleep, leaving him and the others struggling to keep you comfortable. He felt somewhat relieved that the other staff had not made him abandon his duties to you and had instead incorporated him into their own rotation.
Even when he was not checking in on you, it made Vil seek him out and he was thrilled to actually be able to spend time with his son. Both Eric and Vil had been busy most of their lives as Vil was a child-actor from a young age, so they didn't often get to spend time together. Being able to talk to Vil and hear all about how much his son loved you soothed Eric's heart.
Truthfully, Eric had worried that Vil would never find someone that met his standards who wouldn't leave him behind. Even beyond the standards Vil had, there was always that painful part of his childhood that held him back from getting too close to others. The Harpy even distanced himself from his father until he became this untouchable idol of beauty.
Amidst the glamor and the coy smiles, Eric knew his son was hurting. He could do nothing to aid his boy as he was relegated to the sidelines of the young beauty's life. Being present with this fragile and gentle Human gave Eric such rich and fulfilling bonding time with Vil that he wouldn't trade for the world. Even if Eric was kept at arms length, you could get close and comfort the distant and brilliant Harpy who trusted you so deeply.
At least Vil had someone in his life he trusted. That was all Eric could ask for his son.
~•§•~
Your footsteps echoed in the shadowed woods. The ground stuck and pulled at your feet while you attempted to flee. No matter what you did, it felt like you were stuck running in slow motion.
Behind you, loud hoofbeats gained in volume as equine figures approached, their hands reaching out towards you greedily. No matter how you tried to run, they overtook you far too quickly. The hands pulled and ripped at your clothes, trying to grip to the soft flesh that lay beneath the covers.
You squeaked and cried out in fear when the centaur shadows began to kick at each other, fighting for the right to have you to themselves. Each hoof landing with loud thuds that hurt you just to hear. Cracking bones splintered through your mind as the shapes fought viciously and bucked, trying to get the other to stop fighting or die.
More shadowed figures joined the battle, leaving you trapped in the middle and trying to avoid getting hit by the limbs that lashed out. It seemed like a battlefield was forming around you as you tried to duck and escape the crossfire. While you struggled, a sudden stillness overtook the fighting figures. Dark shapes all turned to look upwards in silent horror as you followed their gaze.
Standing higher than the treetops was a pair of glowing green eyes. A low rhythmic growl escaped the shape before there was a sudden flash of bright green fire that escaped the maw of the beast. Glinting white teeth sent chills running through you as those around you screamed and burned in the flames.
Despite the fire that engulfed everything, you remained untouched and sheltered from the heat. But that didn't mean you were sheltered from the beast. That slender head covered in black scales ducked down to snap those large jaws around your midsection and hoist you off of the ground. No matter how you cried and struggled, the beast ignored you and took flight, the forest escaping far beneath you.
~•§•~
Divus frowned as he checked your temperature again, that damned Yeti standing by his side and watching closely. The Selkie was no stranger to ill students and had been both potion teacher and triage for the school for years already. He was skilled in caring for others so it felt rather insulting to have the Ape breathing down his neck while he took care of you.
If anything, the Selkie felt like there was a breach of territory by the Ape being so adamant to be present with him in your room. Though the presence of the Ape was insulting, Divus was determined to take his time and ensure you were comfortable. He halfway considered rousing you, but instead he was busy setting up a liquid drip into your veins.
You hadn't woken up for a few days and none of them wanted to risk you dying of dehydration. It was Divus who had suggested aiding you medically and the ancient Shinigami had agreed with him. Everyone seemed more on edge the longer it took for you to break this fever of yours and it was clear tensions were high.
Eric- who was supposed to leave a day prior- was instead extending the time he planned to spend in the dorm while you were ill. Divus didn't like yet another set of hands trying to take care of you. It had been difficult enough keeping the students away from your door even with Vargas standing guard outside of your room.
Students from every dorm had tried to visit you, even those who were not your guards had made an attempt to see you. It was like everyone was on some kind of pilgrimage to get to your door and leave offerings of fruits, vegetables, soft blankets, pillows, clothing, gold, anything that they could offer. Some Royal Sword Academy students had even made the trip across the island and up the mountain to Night Raven grounds.
News of your illness was impossible to contain and countless countries had been hounding Crowley for updates. All of the prior representatives- minus Rattigan- had reached out to check on your wellbeing. Scientists begged to be allowed to asses your current state and run tests to see if they could be the ones to break your fever. All had been turned away.
If the current behavior of those on and off of school grounds was anything to go off of, the school was likely to be put under scrutiny again. Divus wouldn't let them take you away. Not without a fight.
~•§•~
Slowly your eyes opened and you tried to look around, feeling like your limbs were too stiff to really function. Everything was sore and you felt as if you had been put beneath the wheel of several cars. Your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to wet your lips and move your neck to look around you.
Sparkles danced across your vision as you whined, slowly forcing yourself to be louder in the off chance someone was nearby. Your eyes trailed up the nest to see an odd little device that reminded you faintly of a baby monitor. The sound of your voice was foreign to you and felt scratchy in your throat as you whined again, louder this time.
"... H- Hello..?"
The moment you spoke, the door flew open. Standing there was Vargas, his eyes wild as the ensured you were alright. His horns stopped him from walking straight into the room and you almost giggled when he seemed to be struggling to understand his own horns were keeping him back. More footsteps approached as the man finally tilted his head and entered the room, several more coming in behind him.
You recognized the faces of those who entered the room. From the professors, to the staff, to Vil's father Eric, to Papa Hades. All of them looked worried and seemed more than relieved to see you were awake despite how disoriented you were.
Divus was first to sit on the nest next to you, resting his hand on your forehead and sighing in relief. From what he could feel, your temperature had finally gone down from that worrying fever and felt normal to the touch. You leaned into his hand and the Selkie smiled at you, adoring the gentle way you responded to him.
You had enough stress from those around you, he was going to do everything in his power to keep your stress down.
"Headmage Crowley," Divus said, not looking up from you or your confused expression, "I would like to formally adopt (Y/n)."
"What? No. She is-"
"Without a family. Without any documentation beyond this school. She is alone and I don't want her to stay that way. I would like to formally declare her as my daughter."
"... Then I hope you are willing to fight for that role. Trein, Lord Hades, Vargas, Sam, and Clay have already requested the same... Unless we all agree to take on that role and share to equally, all of us will be fighting over who gets to be her father officially. Even I endeavor to do the same."
You almost frowned, but felt too tired and drained to argue with the beasts. Even if they were trying to choose something for you again, you couldn't really argue with Divus' logic. Part of you had even wondered if accepting one of the many professors and other older beings as family would be able to protect you from those that romantically seemed to pursue you.
Perhaps claiming one of them as your parent was actually a good idea. For the time being, you tried to focus on sitting up to talk with them. This most recent illness telling you what you already knew; you needed to try and avoid the constant stress that surrounded you, and you would need their help to do so.
Hopefully the students that took interest in you didn't view it as a threat to them as well.
#kiame-sama#humans are extinct twst au#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#platonic yandere#x reader#romantic yandere#monster au#yandere monster
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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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It has come to my attention
(tw discussion of proships below. I hate them, by the way, they freaking suck. I support platonic/familial love) (there is also art at the bottom of the post <3)
that SOME PERSON on this site INSULTED one of my favorite GF artists @artsymeeshee by accusing her of proshipping because of her STRICTLY PLATONIC (and listed as) FANART.
This...naturally...made me very angry, as a strong advocate for familial/platonic affection. So, I decided I'm going to show my support for this realm of art by drawing a bunch of it and posting it here. I DESPISE incest and proshipping. And people who can't see platonic fanart as platonic need to either leave and fix their brain, or shut their mouth. If you see a brother hugging his twin and think "oh yeah they're romantically involved" that sounds like a YOU problem, dude. So go sort that out instead of RUINING our PLATONIC fun.
Platonic love has kept me alive over these past years and months. I am someone who's tried to off myself multiple times, and I have only once been in a situationship. I have no significant other right now, and I don't even want one. I'm just enjoying being happy with my friends, loving them PLATONICALLY. It's a great joy to just hug one of my friends or kiss their head or cuddle them during a movie night. And these are people I'm not even related to! I just enjoy existing with them and they make me feel like myself and make me feel like life is worth living.
Physical touch is my primary love language. If you make me hugging my mom or dad remotely even implied to be sexual I would punch you across the face. *Said as someone who frequently beats up the punching bag in the gym.* Besides, even if you're brave enough to say it across a screen at me, you'd never be able to say it to my face, so I won't care anyway. In that essence, I am untouchable. So I will continue to make physical affection art because it makes me feel both loved and lovable. It reminds me what love can be and what it is, because love is not inherently romantic.
There are way too many different types of love, and people need to shut up about the "oh because they're forehead touching they're in an incest relationship" LIke shut up, I head bump my roommate as a way to say goodnight and she's my FRIEND. I kiss my younger cousins on the head because they're like my silblings! I am physically affectionate with those I'm close to and I won't stop because you interpreted it as weird, cuz its not, you just have a warped view and need to fix your sense of reality.
WOOF. Rant being said, I am going to post a ton of platonic cuddle art and platonic physical affection art to both show my appreciation for @artsymeeshee and her wonderful wonderful work, and to combat whoever attacked her for it.
I hate it when people ruin good things for other people based on their wrong and warped opinions.
So I'm here to show my support, and help this wonderful artist regain her sense of security while posting the beautiful, sweet platonic fluff art that has inspired me so much.
As a note to artsymeeshee, you are an inspiration, you really are. And you're amazing. You inspired me to make my very first post on tumblr, and honestly, I can never thank you enough. The people here have supported me through bad days and their support for my art and stories has helped me more than I thought it could. And I never would have posted if it weren't for you. So I have you to thank for that. And I'm not going to just stand by while someone tries to ruin something you love so much.
I once showed my art to someone who hadn't seen Gravity Falls. She called Stan and Ford cuddling "weird" and it made me so dang sad. I thought I was being weird too and wanted to stop drawing them. But the way I recovered was I looked to the artists like artsymeeshee, and saw how much joy was in their work and it really just--it got me back again. I realized that I didn't have to give up on my joy, because it really wasn't weird, it really wasn't wrong, and the joy and truth was there to prove it. So, again, thanks to you, I was able to continue doing what I loved as well.
I hope this post helps as it was meant to, because in all honesty, I cannot thank you enough for the wonderful inspiration and brightness you and your art have brought into my life. And because of what this person did, I needed to let you know.



these last were random doodles in the margins of my notes to make myself happy. Enjoy the fluff art!
EVERYTHING HERE IS PLATONIC IF YOU TAG IT AS SHIP YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. I do not play around with this. I hate incest shipping, and I will, by default, snipe you.
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stanford pines#platonic affection#platonic cuddles#platonic love#brotherly love#grunkle stan#grunkle ford#stan twins
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White Noise | Franky x Reader
Part of the Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series
Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here
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)*
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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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X's & O's ∿ Thanos
notes/content toxic established relationship (can be read as platonic or romantic)
red flashes over your face and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. you had worked with thanos to promote his music, working closely with him as his social media manager. you can feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your skull. ripping off your O you hand it to the guard. placing the X over your chest you join the cheering group. you wanted out so badly, you were tired and hungry and so fucking scared. scared of losing your life, scared of watching those you've learned to care about die, scared of thanos and that namgyu guy.
last game was terrifying, you were left behind as thanos chose namgyu and left you in the arms of another terrified person. straightening up you don't dare look to your right and keep your eyes forward watching the counter tick up. it took another hour before player 001 got to vote. you were stared at the entire time. once the lights come back on you're left standing in the middle of the X. looking down you simply lose yourself in the fear for a moment before raising your head and choosing a bed. climbing to the top bunk you make a fort up there out of extra mattresses. with a view of whoever coming you felt a little bit safer.
lights out. you start shaking again and hug your jacket around you a little tighter. it doesn't take long before a shape is making its way up the stairs. you're expecting him though so you tense up. he stops a few inches away from your position before sinking down facing you. he's practically situated on your lap and you have to stretch your legs to accommodate him.
"Why did you do it, huh?"
"It's wrong, this is all wrong. I want to go home Su-bong, i need to get home."
"You could have made more money before leaving, all we needed was you."
"The money is enough, I'll get by. I always do."
"I know your debt, that's not even enough to pay me back."
you stare at him in the darkness, your feelings evident on your face. blinking you pick at your lips. he reaches up and removes your nails from your skin. you attempt to pull away from him but his grip only tightens. so tight you can feel his manicured nails digging into your wrist. hissing you kick out but with his weight over your legs you're unable to do much. Letting go you massage the angry marks on your skin.
"I missed you during the last game. I'm glad you made it alive."
"You abandoned me. Don't act sweet right now. What do you want? You wouldn't be here unless you had a reason."
"You need to vote to continue the games next vote. On your first day here you got to know half the people here and by the end of the first game you knew their names."
"It seemed like a team game."
"Exactly, if you vote one way so will they."
he pokes his finger against your chest and it hurts. swatting his hand away you mutter something about manners and he laughs. it's dry and lacking humor. you suddenly feel ice slide up your spine.
"I'm not doing that."
"You know what happens when I don't get my way, right? Remember?"
"I am not voting to continue the games, Su-bong. Do whatever you need to do but leave me out of it."
he suddenly straightens and all you feel is white hot fear as he grabs your chin. fingers press into your skin until he has a strong grip against bone. you whimper and wrap your hands around his wrist. you've seen him get this way before but never with you. your yanks against his forearm do nothing to lessen the pressure.
"Do not fuck with me, we all need more money. See that."
he throws your face away from him. you grip at your face pain shooting through your jawline. slipping out of the fort he goes back to his side of the room. blinking, you rub at the harsh tears ripping themselves from your tear ducts. you don't get any sleep that night.
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The Cursed Warlords Chapter #Nineteen – Hurt and Comfort
Of all the things you had to deal with on this journey, staying long enough to get your period once again was NOT apart of your plan!
It took the rest of that day to walk around the town. Spirit was firm in the fact that she didn’t want you to get involved with whoever was in the town. The monkey demon Mink had ran off so quickly you were unable to catch up with him even if you tried. So you continued your trip.
Wukong nuzzled your face happy with his win, having scared off the other demon. Though it wasn’t like Mink was trying to hurt you and was actually trying to help the warlords. But Wukong didn’t care, he tried to take him away from you! His precious darling, and for all he knew you could have gotten hurt before the curse would get broken!
‘You are an idiot,’ Macaque chirped with annoyance as je lounged on your other shoulder.
Wukong gawked at his mate in offence, ‘I am not! I protected our Reader!’ he explained rolling his eyes at his mate’s words.
‘Did you even think of the fact that we could have asked him to get Reader to bring us to Flower Fruit Mountain?’ Macaque responded with a groan.
Wukong opened his mouth to retort only to snap his mouth shut in shock. His brain fried for a second as he registered the fact that he just ruined their chance to break their curse sooner and get Reader to their home. Not to mention they could have found a way to get you to come to their home and you wouldn’t be able to leave without their say so.
‘Thought so,’ Macaque grumbled with an annoyed look on his face.
Though he hadn’t really helped the matter much. While Wukong was scaring off Mink he had let himself try and get your attention instead. The whole time he just wanted you to look at him instead of someone else, just like when he first met Wukong. Back when he had pined for Wukong, before they were mates and when he had to scare off the suitors who tried to get Wukong’s hand in marriage.
‘Macaque.’
His thoughts wondered back to those days, he could still feel the roaring jealousy that he felt back then. So many of Wukong’s suitors who died at his hand, he wasn’t even sure if his mate knew just how many. He purposefully didn’t tell him of the few that had been apart of the troop only to mysteriously disappear when they got too cozy with the single king.
‘Moon.’
Not that Wukong was any better. He knew how many people had died because someone said something bad about the ‘lone warrior,’ the ‘shadow’ of the king. Back when he first joined the troop after being a lone traveler for his whole life. Their screams were so lovely, whe didn’t mention how wonderful and horrible it made him feel. Wonderful because Wukong gave him attention before he proposed and horrible because at first Wukong saw them as friends and ‘sworn brothers,’ he rolled his eyes at the thought.
His mate had loved him just as much as he loved him ever since they met. He was just a dense idiot sometimes and didn’t realize it was romantic love rather than platonic. All he was at first was his ‘best bud’, well that changed when Macaque made the first move into courtship.
‘My Moon! Don’t ignore me! I said sorry,’ Wukong was all but crying at this point, his eyes wide with regret and fear for his life at the silence of his mate.
Macaque turned to look at him and rolled his eyes with a smirk. He didn’t respond only making Wukong even more silently hurt at the silence but he couldn’t do anything if he tried. Leaving you to calm the whiny monkey who was trying to get his mate’s attention.
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The next few days were calm, they were peaceful and it was strange. Gentle breezes and a clear sky without a cloud in sight. Everything was easy for once, just you following Spirit’s lead towards your destination. However you didn’t expect this new road block to happen.
Sleeping in your under dress and using your outer hanfu as a pillow you woke up to something you didn’t want to deal with. You realized it in the early morning when you woke up with a painful cramp in your abdomen. Dread flooded through you as you gripped your stomach in pain. Your quiet groans caught the attention of Spirit who was already awake.
“You okay Reader?” She asked with a frown covering her lips.
“Uugh…. No,” you muttered trying to calm your cramps, it physically pained you knowing that you couldn’t have any ibuprofen or Advil, There was nothing to calm down the pain here.
You felt her hand press against your head and she frowned, you weren’t warm. You had plenty of sleep the last few days, she’s made sure you always had something to eat… Narrowing her eyes she gently shook your shoulder, hoping to get more information. She couldn’t help you if she didn’t know what was wrong, and she wanted to know what was going on before the cubs woke up. It was a miracle that they hadn’t woken up yet.
“What’s wrong?” She asked slowly.
You were about to respond when two small chirps turned your attention to them. A chirp from Peaches indicating he was awake and wanted food. That want for food was soon pushed back when he noticed you laying on the ground curled up in a fetal position. This wasn’t odd since you fell asleep in all kinds of positions but the look of pain on your face immediately had him chirping in worry.
“Shh Peaches. Reader I need you to tell me what’s wrong- do I smell blood?” That caught Plum’s attention. Now you were on the ground with three monkeys looking at you, chirping worriedly and asking for information, all while you were laying down and feeling mortified about the entire ordeal.
‘Blood!? Reader! Darling what happened!?’ Wukong chirped frantically his mate right at his side looking you over and sniffing your face.
“… It’s nothing,” You muttered in embarrassment.
“What? You’re bleeding,” Spirit bit back a slight growl bubbling up her through at the mere thought of it.
“I’m on my period. It’s not an external wound,” You grumbled before gently pushing the demoness away.
Said demoness gave you a blank look, blinking slowly at your words. She tilted her head in confusion, period? What was a period. She had never heard of such a thing, was it something that humans got? Was it a sickness!?
Wukong was no better, in fact he was still frantically looking you over in confusion. He had no idea what a period was, all he knew was that you were bleeding and you were in pain.
The only one of the three who was calm was Macaque. With his six ears he knew what a period was, his cheeks slightly flushed at the thoughts that flooded through his head. It was similar to a monkey demoness’s heat, at least from what he understood. The difference being was that demoness’ were most fertile during their heat while humans’ were most fertile right after their ‘periods.’ He was not going to disclose the delicious thoughts that flooded his mind, particularly the thought of you in their nest on Flower Fruit Mountain and beneath the two warlords.
“What the hell is a period?” Spirit asked, completely confused without a clue of what you were talking about.
You looked over your shoulder at her in shock. “A period, my menstrual cycle.”
Spirit stared back at you, tilting her head as she tried to figure out what you were talking about. Narrowing her eyes she asked, “You bleed? And it’s natural? How often does this happen?”
“Mmm… bout once a month, for a little less than a week,” You replied before groaning again, with all three monkeys gawking at you.
“You’re kidding! Why would you have to do that!? Are you sick!?” she asked nearly shouting in her shock.
You chuckled before grunting when the laugh hit your gut. “No. Women get it because it’s hoe their body handles their fertility… or something like that,” You e plainly vaguely not wanting to go in depth with it.
“Oh… So do you like… need rest?” Spirit asked unsure of what to do in this situation.
You nodded slightly curling up a little more, you tried to stretch a bit only for your gut to cramp even worse. Before you were able to curl up again, Plums pressed himself against your abdomen. You opened your mouth to say something but the words died in your throat, the heat of his body, and the slight pressure was nice. It was like a little heating pad.
“Hey get off of her. She said she was in pain,” Spirit growled at the white furred monkey.
Plums looked up at her blinking slowly before sticking his tongue out at her. Spirit’s fur puffed out as she growled and reached over you to grab the monkey.
“No. He’s fine,” You muttered tiredly and Spirit stopped her movement, a pout forming on her lips at your words. Regardless of her emotions she still nodded and left him alone.
Peaches chirped towards Plums before joining him in curling up with you, settling himself so he was comfy. His tail laying on top of Plums as he snuggled up to both of you.
“… Do you need something to eat?” Spirit asked from over your shoulder and you responded with a hum of agreement.
You didn’t look but you could hear her walking away from you. You wanted to say something, anything but couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but groan. Both monkeys that were curled up with you chirped sadly at your pain and you couldn’t help but lightly chuckle towards them.
You didn’t even realize you fell asleep until Spirit was shaking you awake with a bowl in her hand. Not questioning where she got or stored the object you accepted the vegetable stew, there was rice, carrots and some green beans. All together it was rather bland and definitely not something that you wanted to eat, but it was food and you really needed to eat.
“Thank you,” You mumbled, able to sit up now. Both cubs sat on your lap as you ate the soup that Spirit had made.
“I’m not a good cook… but it’s probably better than snacking on only fruit,” The monkey demoness explained, fidgeting with her clothes.
“Thank you, really. It could be worse, nothing is burnt and it’s fully cooked,” You replied with a light smile, all that you said was true, even if you were leaving out the part of no seasonings. You couldn’t blame her on that since you weren’t even sure where she would be able to get any seasonings anyway.
*CHIRP! CHIRP!*
You turned your gaze to the two monkeys on your lap, both with pouts on their faces. They were offended that you were thanking Spirit, thanking her without even acknowledging them! They were your future mates! And you were talking to her more than them!? Chirping again they waited for a response, and you delivered! Gently patting their heads and scratching them as you spoke. “Thank you two for your help too,” You chuckled as they purred.
Spirit rolled her eyes, “Oh please they didn’t even do anything.”
“… Are you jealous of cubs?” You asked and watched as Spirit’s whole face turned bright red, her mask turning a shade of purple from the fluster that covered her face. Both cubs laughed at her expression with smug looks on their faces.
“What!? No! As if I’d be jealous over two brats!” she growled, turning her back on you with a huff much to your amusement.
Both cubs chittered and laughed as Spirit fumed next to you. It was honestly adorable. You laughed before letting out another grunt as another cramp hit you. Spirit whirled around so fast you didn’t even see her move, as she came face to face with you.
Staring at you for a solid minute she finally sighed and muttered, “We’re not going anywhere for a while are we?”
“What? No we could- ugh… okay probably not,” You grumbled.
‘It’s okay love! Rest, we’ll travel later,’ Macaque chirped, he knew you couldn’t understand but wanted you to rest.
Spirit ignored the monkey cub and took a different approach. She yawned, and stretched her arms before plopping behind you. Her hands gently combing through your hair, gently massaging your head. Your eyes drooped as she scratched your scalp.
Laying back against her you laid your head in front of her crossed legs. A yawns escaped your lips and quiet chirps left the two cubs as they snuggled back up on your abdomen with a welcome warmth and slight pressure just enough to feel comfortable. That wasn’t even mentioning the gentle, cool hands that combed through your hair over and over in a calming and sleep inducing way.
It kind of reminded you of the way your mother used to comb through your hair. Cheerful memories filled your head, now bittersweet as you’re unable to see your family. Your heart clenched in pain as you wished and prayed that they were safe and well during your absence.
Once again you fell asleep, not noticing the way that Spirit curled up beside you and let herself also fall asleep. If you weren’t going anywhere any time soon then she might as well take advantage of the time and sleep.
Wukong glanced at Spirit with a slight scowl, he didn’t want to admit it, but he was jealous of the small demoness. She was protective and while not nearly as strong as The Monkey Kings, she had her own strengths. She protected you when he and his mate couldn’t and if it weren’t for her you would likely starve, get killed, eaten or worse. He hated to admit it but she did deserve a place in his troop… she would definitely help you join the troop easier with a familiar face.
Wukong wasn’t stupid, he knew that he was going to need to get you used to him and Macaque when he finally brought you home. To your new home with him, Macaque and the rest of his troop on Flower Fruit Mountain.
‘She’s going to make our perfect Queen~,’ Wukong chirped with a smile and Macaque chuckled, his tail lightly slapping his mate in a teasing manner. ‘You speak the obvious my love~.’
Wukong laughed, ‘I only speak the truth~ She is our perfect Queen just as you are my perfect King~’
<<< Chapter #Eighteen - The Monkey Demon
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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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I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE VLADCARD HCS!!!! Could you maybe do so hcs for a vampire Anderson and a human reader?? Gotta get the old switcharoo on supernaturals 😈😈😈
wdjbawhjb I enjoy seeing that old man suffer 😈
also I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself! feel free to request as much as you like, for whoever and whatever you want! 💌 it's refreshing and helps so much against my writing block! 💕🫶
gn! Reader, can be read romantic or platonic, slight angst and blood
Obviously Anderson was turned against his will, and his first instinct is to stick to Iscariot protocol and end his existence at once.
He'll be devastated to learn he's turned so powerful that he can't simply die by stepping into the sunlight or stabbing himself through the heart.
At the beginning he's absolutely forlorn with this new state of being, yet he also cannot seem to bring himself to return to the Vatican as he is now, unwilling to face his old comrades and especially the children under his care.
After all vampirism comes with certain cravings, and while is self-restraint is insanely high, he is terrified of losing control and he'd never put the people he loves at even the slightest risk.
Speaking of which, knowing things can't continue like this forever, his resolve diminishing together with his strenght as he refuses to feed, in his desparation he finds himself going out of his hiding to seek out his closest confidant.
For a while he'll manage to keep his distance, far enough away not to harm you but always so close that you realize something is off.
Though subjecting you to his presence was dangerous and inevitably would drag you down together with him one way or another, at some point he'll work up the courage - or rather exasperation - to ask for your help.
You'll be shocked to see the man you hadn't nearly stopped mourning after his alledged death weeks ago, thinking back to the day you were standing at his empty grave since all of you believed there was nothing left to bury.
Anderson will fall to his knees, begging you to deliver him from this curse, to cleanse his sins through your holy blade - but you refuse. You can't do it. Not now or ever.
He never doubted you'd be willing to help him, but that was also his greatest fear. You offer him refuge until you'd find a solution, insisting on him staying despite his protests as you trust him unconditionally.
There was a tiny hope left that he didn't lose God's favor just yet, since he was turned involuntarily and had yet to consume human blood. Maybe this was his purpose, having a specimen to experiment and find a cure for vampirism alltogether.
So you'd spend an eternity trying every possible method to revert the demonic transformation somehow, even consultated Iscariot and other sources of knowledge, but nothing seemed to work.
At some point he's grown so desperate that he throws all reason overboard. He's already doomed to rot in hell either way, might as well make best out of the time until he's sent there.
He'll spend most of his time as your (literal) shadow, after he motto "I'll keep you safe and you keep me sane".
It takes a lot of convincing for him to feed off of your blood, but at some point he's grown so starved and weary that he reluctantly accepts your offer. However he only drinks it from a container you drain it into, insisting you stay far away from him during this because your essence has an effect on him that he doesn't trust himself with.
Together you keep slaying demonic forces in the name of the church and hope that those actions will appease the Lord to have mercy on Anderson's soul despite everything.
In the end he is eternally grateful that you never gave up on him, and as much as he still struggles with this state of being, you made him see the light even in his darkest days.
#hellsing#hellsing ultimate#alexander anderson#alexander anderson x reader#writing#headcanons#fanfiction
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GAHHHH I read your last work on Kid, and to say you once again out did my expectations was an understatement. You write him so well!!! I've once again returned to you with another request regarding the silly little reaper boy, Kid with a reader who's overly protective of him! They know he can handle himself, but if he were to get hurt (even just a small scratch), they'd dote on him and get very upset at what/whoever caused it. Think of the "Oh my god, my Shayla" meme, they're kinda like that. Perhaps they stick up for him too and chew out anyone who makes fun of his symmetry obsession, purposefully triggers his OCD, or just in general isn't patient with him and treats him like he's insane. He's their baby!! Even if they themselves might not being the type to seek out conflict (depends on how you interpret my previous use of the word "upset" and therefore choose to portray it), they can't just let someone kick their poor grim reaper around!!!
Thank you for always tolerating my goofy shenanigans, and always delivering such well crafted posts. Make sure you drink water, and treat yourself to a wonderful meal! You deserve it!
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You're my last bit of sanity
TW: the normal amount (in the anime) of violence, mentions of bullying, mocking, swearing, harassing
Genre: fluff?
Pairing: Kid The Death x gn!Reader (platonic or romantic, up to you)
Synopsis: Kid with a reader that is overprotective of Kid
Author's note: There's literally no excuse for me for taking up almost a months to write this post, sinc either was requested on the second week of vacations and I'm just sitting down to write this today (31/01/2025). I have another request still in my asks which has been there for over half a year. I'm sorry to that person, I'll write it when I have ideas for that request. Also, I genuinely don't know how I get him right, I didn't even finish watching the anime bc of the lack of motivation to do so. But hey, if it makes the people happy, I don't complain. Hope you enjoy this and there might be grammatical mistakes, I'm so sorry for those
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Kid was going down the hallways, making his way to the classroom where he'll have his next class. As he was about to take a turn, he overhears two unfamiliar voices and one that is so familiar to his ears, that it almost hurts.
- You have to admit it, doll face. He's just a weirdo, no reason for anyone to be around him. You must understand this, since you spend so much time with him. And for what? Unless you're trying to get a good word to his father, I don't see what you would spend time with him. Don't you think there's—? - The first bully, who had a rough and low voice, almost continued talking nonsense but, a loud noise interrupted him. By the noise, Kid concluded that they slapped the guy with the low voice. Before the first bully could say anything, they interrupted him.
- I don't know what he did to you for you to act like a dick but, with me he's the best person that I ever knew. In my opinion, there's plenty of reasons to be friends with him and none of them are for the beneficial that you were talking about. Yes, sometimes he does worry too much about things that don't matter in the moment but, that just him being him. He's a real friend, though I'm not sure you'll ever understand that concept. - their voice was calm, but Kid heard venom slip through their words. Trully, Kid didn't care for what people said about him, he was used to it and didn't think much of it. But, he would be lying if he said he was worried about the way his friends and them viewed him. He knows that he gets obsessed about symmetry and that it causes inconveniences for others, and that makes him worry. Worry if his friends still want to be around him even after all that.
- Tsk, whatever. You're the one in the losing position anyway. - The second bully said and the two dudes started to leave. They were going straight and one of them noticed Kid. The first bully mumbled something under his breath while making an annoyed face and left with his friend. In a few moments, Kid heard them leaving too, so he restored his walking to get to his class. He'll have to talk with them later.
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Kid was with them right now, in the living room of his house. They were doing the homework from their classes, while Kid was painting something, deep in thoughts about the scenes he overheard on accident.
- There's no need to get so worked up with people like that. Their words don't affect me. - He said in calm tone while drawing the eyes of the figure. His words took them by surprise but, soon they relaxed again, though not completely.
- I know. But I worry. I always worry about you, even though I'm aware that you can handle yourself better than I can. - they answered, feeling a bit more tense than before. Kid is the son of Lord death, they were more than aware that Kid can handle himself. But, that didn't stop their mind from worrying. - I don't want to lose you. Be it because we're not talking anymore or because you're dead. And I know that sounds pathetic and that there's more probability that you'll outlive me by centuries but, there's still that small chance of losing you. I don't want that to happen. - the silence made its home the room after those words, while Kid processed the vulnerability that they shared with him. He couldn't understand why but, it made him feel warm, knowing for sure that there's someone to who he matters so much and they're not afraid to show it.
- Don't worry, there's no reason for me to leave and many reasons to stay. - After all, this bond was, too, important to him.
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This is short af but, at so are a lot of stories on this acc. For anyone living in the USA, this space is safe for all, except conservatives, Trump supporters, and russians. I hope all of you stay safe and I will try to post more often, to try and helf you through this tough times. Also, this shit not only affects the USA, it also affects a lot of other countries and wars/invasions. This affects both the Russians occupation and destruction in/of Ukraine, and Israels destruction of Palestine. I really hope that the people in Ukraine and Palestine stay safe. I'm pretty sure this also affects (even more) the situation (is it a civil war?) in Congo, Sudan and many other countries, but I might be wrong, so correct me, please. I hope you enjoyed this and stay safe!
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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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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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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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