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raapija · 6 months

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Fernando Alonso/Lance Stroll, 18+ for spicy language

This is around 1k words, so give it a quick read <3

Lance knows exactly what strings to pull to make sure Fernando suffers as much as he wants.

"Well, what do you think?"

Fernando looked up from his phone and damn near fell off his chair. Lance was standing at the hotel room hallway, motioning with his hands at the outfit he got on and doing a little twirl to show it from all angles. A blue BOSS-suit straight from the tailors with a matching undershirt and a couple buttons open to show his perfectly smooth and bare chest. His hair was styled scruffy, but in a cute and acceptable way for an evening party and oh, his eyes. Fernando got absolutely stuck on them.

"What... What's this? " Fernando could barely formulate words and pointed at his own eyes to make some sense to Lance. The younger man snorted and walked over to him, smoothly swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him. He wrapped his arms around Fernando's shoulders and smiled. The Spaniard stared up at him with a dumb look on his face that made Lance giggle.

"Oh, this? Just something new I wanted to try." Lance attempted to sound innocent, as if he hadn't done the make-over just so Fernando could suffer through the whole evening trying not to get hard. He knew the older man was weak when it came to him putting on simple eyeliner, and this was a whole look. Smokey eye with some magenta and blue glittery eyeshadow and the longest lashes he could find. He cocked his head and batted his eyes at Fernando, which made them sparkle in the dim hotel room lighting and he could swear the older man moaned under him.

"You look fucking hot." Fernando said and Lance hummed, content with his reaction. He grinded against him gently and could feel Fernando's grip on his waist tighten. Lance loved to tease. He could feel the tension from below building against his own crotch and it sent small electric shocks throughout his body. He studied Fernando's expression; his eyes were fixed onto him and mouth slightly open, in complete awe of him. It made Lance feel like the most special person on planet Earth. That he alone could make Fernando completely blank out and short circuit his brain.

"I know I look hot." Lance smirked and leaned down to kiss the man. His man. It was sloppy, wet and lazy. He loved the tingle he got in the pit of his stomach from making the older man lust for him. Fernando was easy enough to get going, but Lance had devised some truly evil tactics for his own enjoyment. This was definitely one of them, and he could make Fernando suffer as much as he wanted. And the Spaniard seemed to enjoy it as well, though he would never admit it. Fernando Alonso was not a person who could be ordered around. Or so everyone thought.

"We don't have much time." Lance pulled back slightly as Fernando tried to reach his lips again. "Dad'll be pissed if we're late."

The Spaniard furrowed his brows in disappointment. He wanted Lance right now, and he didn't like not getting what he wanted. Fernando was a sore loser. "I'll be done in five minutes, don't worry.”

Lance snickered at that and leaned back, slender hands holding loosely onto the back of Fernando’s neck. He rubbed one of his thumbs along the skin where he imagined the top of Fernando's samurai tattoo was.

"Oh, I'm sure. But I want to see you squirm the whole night trying to hide a hard-on for me. Shake people's hands and smooth-talk them into buying dad's stupid car and invest into the team. Then, after the party, I'll let you do whatever you want to me, okay?"

Fernando huffed and pulled on Lance's waist so their crotches grinded against each other again. It felt, oh, so good, but Lance didn't relent. He pushed against Fernando's shoulders to make him stop, earning another dissatisfied look from the Spaniard. "After. I really need you to perform at this event. For me and for daddy."

Fernando looked at him with murky eyes, trying to plead and beg but failing miserably against Lance's cold stare. The younger man had him wrapped around his little finger so tight, he could hardly ever win. And it drove him mad. Mad in love with him.

"Fine." Fernando sighed and begrudgingly let go. Lance's face broke into a big smile as he got up from his lap. The lighting hit his face again and made the glitter on his eyelids glimmer, sending a chill down Fernando's spine. As soon as they'd get back from the party, he'd rip that suit off of him and throw him onto the bed. He'd make him scream his name, no matter if the whole damn hotel heard them. He'd leave little marks all over his skin as a sign that he owned him. His perfect princesa. For only him to devour and enjoy.

"Well, come on." the Canadian said impatiently and held his hand out to Fernando. He grabbed it only to get yanked up off of his chair. They were close together again, Fernando looking up a bit helpless and Lance right down back at him. The younger man smirked and moved in to hover his lips over Fernando's, warm breath teasing at his skin. He slid his free hand down Fernando's stomach and onto his crotch to cup him. It wasn't gentle or sweet, but rough and it made Fernando flinch and suppress a yelp. Lance chuckled at the reaction.

"Anything you want." The young man repeated his own words with a low tone and then pulled back, letting go of Fernando and stepping off to gather his stuff and leave the room. Fernando was left standing there, speechless and cock straining against his trousers. The gall on this kid.

He fought against jerking off and instead decided to just throw some cold water onto his face and hope it would soften him down. Lance would be mad if he didn't get every last drop of him. And he'd give it to him. Slow and rough and messy and make him beg for it, just like his lover wanted. And then he'd kiss every bruise and bite mark he left on his body and make sure his princesa was happy and satisfied.

Hello, send me a message if you want more of this... I'll now go sit in a dark corner and contemplate my sins. Toodle-oo! <3

#strollonso #f1 fic #lance stroll #fernando alonso #I'm afraid i cooked a bit too hard on the header image of lance as i now am bewitched by it

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wheels-of-despair · 8 months

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Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me (Same fics as the other list, but in chronological order.)

If you are a blank or ageless blog who interacts with a fic that contains as Do Not Interact (DNI) warning, you will be blocked.

🧡 - Regularly scheduled light-hearted fun. 🖤 - Shit just got real. 💛 - IDK man, this one just kind of wrote itself. 💖 - Wait, there's romance now?

1984 Three Days 🖤🧡 Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me 🧡 The Ups and Downs of Dating a Trash Panda 🧡 I Hate Mondays 🧡 Go Get 'Em, Tiger 🧡 The Nerd King Cops a Feel 🧡 Flying Monkeys Couldn't Drag Me Away 🍂🧡 Best Seat in the House 🧡 The Best $7 Eddie Munson Ever Spent 🧡 The Long Con 🧡 It's Okay If You Are 🧡 Wrapping Paper 🎅🧡 The First and Last Breakup of Eddie Munson and Evil Woman 🖤

1985 Boys Are Idiots 🖤 (Alternate Version) Classy Girl and the Scruffy Boy 🧡 Have You Ever Choked a Chicken? 🧡 Werewolf Children 🧡 Eddie Munson and the Best Anti-Valentine's Day Ever 💝🧡 Pinch Proof 🍀🧡 The Breakfast Club 🧡 This Is Better 🧡 It's the Easter Dragon, Eddie Munson 🐣🧡 A Situation 🍍🧡 Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy 🧡 Smoke Break 🧡 The Case of the Missing Eddie 🖤🧡 Look At Him Now 🧡 A Very Important Date 🎂🧡 Evil Woman and Baby Bro vs. The Worst Summer Vacation Ever 💛 The Little Air Conditioner That Could 🔥🧡 Secret Weapons 🧡 Can't Take You Anywhere 🧡 The Fuck Did You Just Say to Me? 💛💖 Who's Your Fucking Daddy? 💛💖 You're the Fucking Worst 💛💖 Fangs for the Mammaries 💖🧡 Don't Move 💖 The Last First Day 🧡 The First Lazy Thanksgiving 🦃🧡 The Family Holiday 🎅🖤 I Promise 🎅🧡 A Slightly Late Munson Christmas 🎅🧡 The First Countdown 🎇🧡

1986 Did I Forget to Mention That? 🖤🧡 The Freak and His Evil Woman Do Valentine's Day 🧡💘 I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You 🖤 Evil Woman's Tit-Warming Service 🧡 Revenge of the Freaks 🧡 Evil Woman Sees (Big) Red 👊🖤 Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands 🧡 The Fastest Fix-It 🧡 The Devil's Trip 🧡 What If Real Life Is the Nightmare? 🖤 What If Real Life Is Good? 🧡 The Letter 🖤🧡 Heaven and Hell (Or: Eddie and Evil Woman Do… Prom?!) 🧡 How to Get a Hot Date 🖤🧡 Brawl in Hallway B 👊 Gonna Need A Bigger Bathtub 🧡🐠 Munson v. O'Donnell 🖤🧡 Wake-Up Call 🧡 Involuntary Secretary and the Dream Escape 💛 Corroded Coffin v. Slip 'n Slide 🧡 The Legend of Lobster-Dick 🧡 Sweet New Tatty 🧡 Ghost-Fuckers 🧡👻

AUs, Not the 80s, Misc. Eddie Munson and the Worst Valentine's Day Ever (1974) 💝🖤 Fucking Fireworks (1987 AU) 🖤🎇 Clown Around and Find Out (1990) 🤡💛 Draw Me Like One of Your Dwarf Girls, Eddie (1998) 🧡

#writings of despair #masterlist #eddie munson

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age-of-moonknight · 8 months

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Hi! It's me again.

In light of the upcoming Ultimate Black Panther 2024 coming out in Feb, "In the wake of Ultimate Invasion", in which Khonshu and Ra are doing things and then are the bad guys.... I thought it a good theme to explore Moon Knight in alternate universes. ....To which I actually know very little about. But I bet you know stuff!

I've seen Moon Knight explored in things like Arachknight (love that outfit) and alternate timelines where he's imagined in different outfits, but what about in actual Marvel time lines like the Ultimate universe or 2099 (which he is also going to be featured in briefly).

How much has he shown up in those lines and can they even be called Moon Knight or just some guys in a Moon outfit?

Thank you so much for sending this my way, because oh ho ho this is something I'm so excited to answer! :D You hit the nail on the head though in regard to how "Moon Knight" is only sometimes our beloved system of Jake, Marc, and Steven and other times it's more of a title. Interestingly, I've noticed anecdotally that many non-616 continuities choose to invent an entirely new character as opposed to doing an alternate interpretation of our favorite guy. A majority of the time, however, they still maintain key facets of the Moon Knight mantle (devotion to Khonshu, for example, being prevalent). I'll break down the major ones (and some of my favorites) under the cut, because there are some really great ones imo. :D

Ultimates (Earth-1610)

I started here not only because you mentioned it specifically, but also because it's the non-616 continuity with the most Moon Knight material and it's possibly the closest parallel to 616's Moon Knight.

Ultimates Moon Knight appears in Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #79-80, #82-85, #107-110 and Ultimate Spider-Man Annual (Vol. 1/2006), #2.

He also makes some cameos in the Ultimate Fantastic Four (Vol. 1/2004), #52-53, Ultimate Origins (Vol. 1/2008), #5, and Cataclysm: The Ultimates' Last Stand (Vol. 1/2014), #5.

Sometimes I just think about this dude, because he's very recognizable as an analogue for 616!Marc Spector, but there are some major differences that receive frustratingly little expansion due to him only being a secondary character guest-appearing in a Spider-Man comic. One difference right off the bat is that it seems in this iteration the Marc and Steven identities are swapped, with Marc being the debonair millionaire frequently used as a cover identity and Steven as the scruffy operator.

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #83.]

The other big change, in my opinion at least, appears to be an attempt at more purposefully incorporating in and acknowledging the system's DID, whereas 616 pretty notoriously meandered its way through "nah, they're just cover identities" to "he contracted 'multiple identities' after doing those cover identities Too Hard" (???? Yike?) to finally landing on something a bit more understanding and respectful. The success of 1610's attempt at mental health representation probably depends upon your opinion on Brian Michael Bendis as a writer. An honest attempt was made, but it's definitely not free of the now very dated term "multiple identity disorder" or of stereotypes, with one headmate being a little girl and the whole system being threatened by an encroaching "evil" alter developed as a cover identity (which happens to be "Ronin," another wild little element of this universe) and subsequently going off the rails.

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #108.]

Markedly, I don't recall catching a reference to Khonshu during my read-through of these comics, which is inline with Ultimates' more "grounded" approach to characters, ig. In any case, almost all of 1610!Moon Knight's background is jampacked into a single panel (that consequently frustrates me to no end hahaha):

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #108.]

While some of this makes sense for Ultimates' whole deal of updating characters (Gulf War vet and Navy SEAL being more relevant to the 2000's than the very 70's background of globe-trotting mercenary selling his services to any insurgency that will pay,,,,although I shall keep my opinions on SEALs to myself asldkfij), from what I recall, however, they NEVER bring up the fact that this guy is a failed super soldier ever again? Nor the Roxxon connection??? But he (or rather Ronin) does drive a bus into Peter Parker's high school, gets domed by Kingpin's goons, survives (naturally), and is quite helpful in the case to take down Kingpin, so there's that. He's also responsible for some of my favorite panels of all time.

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #80.]

[Ultimate End (Vol. 1/2015), #5]

(technically that last one's from Earth-61610, a fusion of Earth-616 and Earth-1610, but it's the panel I always think about whenever trying to parse out how Ultimates and the main continuity came together hahaha)

2099

The other continuity you mentioned by name and an interesting one because apparently there are multiple continuities associated with "2099." None of them have a "Marc Spector" (may that be because he's resting in peace after dying of old age aslkdfj), but there are some other options. Something that fascinates me though, is that none of these options come from Miguel O'Hara's home continuity of Earth-928 and most of them are women.

Moon Knight of Earth-96943

I did a post on her character here and personally I think she's rather neat. She only really pops up in 2099: Manifest Destiny (Vol. 1/1998), #1, but she beats up opportunistic capitalists on the moon and tells the Watcher what's good, so again, I think she's pretty cool (and I love how all of her speech bubbles have crescent moons).

Tabitha, Moon Knight of Earth-TRN590

[Spider-Man 2099 (Vol. 3/2015), #14]

Otherwise known as Tabby (!), this "2099" Moon Knight actually got to meet Miguel and appears in Spider-Man 2099 (Vol. 3/2015), #14-16 (similarly, I expand upon her character here). She's another case of a character fairly firmly relegated to the "supporting" category, but when she does get some panel time, it's a lot of fun, as she has that pretty classic Peter David wit and a big ol' sword that she uses to exorcise a demon out of Doctor Strange (and subsequently banishes it to the moon).

[Spider-Man 2099 (Vol. 3/2015), #14]

Moon Knight of Earth-2099 (....not to be confused with Earth-928)

[Spider-Man 2099: Exodus (Vol. 1/2022), #3.]

This one is an....exceedingly interesting case, more thoroughly detailed here. After making a one panel reference to the Moon Knight temple guardian of Earth-96943 (and implying she died RIP sounds fake but okay), Spider-Man 2099: Exodus (Vol. 1/2022), #3 and Spider-Man 2099: Exodus Omega (Vol. 1/2022), #1 establishes this new Moon Knight as the leader of a new team of Avengers. But you have to watch out, because this Moon Knight is also just straight up Khonshu animating a corpse.

[Spider-Man 2099: Exodus (Vol. 1/2022), #3.]

Those times when the timeline got kind of screwy (so 616!Marc,,,,kind of????)

There are some instances where 616!Marc got caught up in those kinds of situations where everyone gets thrust into an alternate time line or a timeline that was erased for whatever reason, his involvement in which pretty much solely being due to him being an active Avenger at the time.

House of M (Earth-58163)

Marc is technically in House of M (Vol. 1/2006), #3-7, but he's only there to stand in the background of group shots wearing a fit so generic even I have worn it. BUT, however, it turns out House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #1-5 fleshes out his character's background in this reality and explains why he gave up the iconic white threads.

[House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #2.]

[House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #1.]

[House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #5.]

(imo, I mean, look I know it was the 2000's and simple/leather jacket "costumes" were in, but the reason provided was NOT good enough for putting him in the most boring fit possible, but that's just me alskdfj Further note, looks like I uuuuuh missed the House of M: Avengers comics on my initial readthrough so I shall probably loop back around to those some point soon)

Age of Ultron (Earth-61112)

Found in Avengers Assemble (Vol. 2/2012), #14AU and Age of Ultron (Vol. 1/2013), #2, #4-5, the mental health representation isn't always the greatest, but otherwise, there's a lot I'm fond of in these issues. Natasha Romanoff is much more firmly "the main character" with Marc supporting her, but you will definitely get no complaints on that on this here blog. This reality basically boils down to "Natasha and Marc are a criminally underrated duo that could probably destabilize juntas if they chose to do so" and it's great.

[Age of Ultron (Vol. 1/2013), #2.]

Other Continuities (Where Marc Actually Shows Up)

Earth-X (Earth-9997)

This one haunts me???? Because it's one of the earliest examples I can recall of really digging into the irony of a Jewish man serving an Egyptian god as well as artfully discussing that unique tension within Marc of "alive but only just/not really" AND gives Marlene some fascinating development....all within the pages of a special event the plot of which I honestly couldn't explain to you if I tried.

[Universe X (Vol. 1/2000), #6.]

But if you want to check it for yourself (and see if your reading comprehension is better than mine hahaha), this Moon Knight shows up in Universe X (Vol. 1/2000), #0, #6-7, #10-11; Paradise X Special Edition (Vol. 1/2000), #1; Paradise X (Vol. 1/2000), #0 and #11; Paradise X: Devils (Vol. 1/2000), #1; Paradise X: A (Vol. 1/2000), #1; and Paradise X: X (Vol. 1/2000), #1 (and if you're wondering, yes, I did lose a few braincells typing all that out).....but this guy does get a cool color inverse suit!

[Universe X (Vol. 1/2000), #6.]

Battleworld (Earth-51910)

Or at least, I'm pretty sure this is Marc although we only get the last name of Spector. Anyway, amidst the Beyonders’ and Doctor Doom’s shenanigans in Secret Wars Journal (Vol. 1/2015), #1, Spector here lost his faith in "Baroness Khonshu," but at least his design is dope as all get out.

Also, he's a werewolf.

[Secret Wars Journal (Vol. 1/2015), #1.]

Heroes Reborn (Earth-21798)

The "Marc Spector" who is presented in Heroes Reborn (Vol. 2/2021), #5 and #7 as the sort of Hush and Two-Face to Darkhawk's Batman frankly sort of leaves a bad taste in my mouth, as he's straight up described as a "schizo who worshipped the moon" and is generally just a violent criminal who ends up in Ravencroft (...not great in the slightest, all around honestly). Accordingly, the only redeeming quality of this alternate is the DOPE costume he gets when he ends up on this continuity's equivalent of the Dark Avengers.

[Heroes Reborn (Vol. 2/2021), #7.]

Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Earth-TRN664)

Oh goodness, please don't make me talk about this comic again; thinking about it Hurts Me. Fairly well executed but so incredibly tragic. Mr. Knight is fantastically sympathetic and a brilliant detective and it all ends horribly. If you want to read Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Vol. 1/2017), #1-3, godspeed.

[Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Vol. 1/2017), #2.]

Other Moon Knight Variants

These are some honorable mentions that I'll just have to link my posts for, because I unfortunately have pretty much hit the image limit RIP.

Mariama Spector of Earth-818

Battleworld Frank Castle as Moon Knight

And finally, since I loved the phrase you used of "just some guys in a Moon outfit," I present the ultimate "just some guy in a Moon outfit":

Friggin "Moonwing" of Earth-9602

When Moon Knight got the Amalgam comics treatment, he got mashed up with Nightwing of all characters in Bruce Wayne: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Vol. 1/1996), #1, as detailed here. Basically, they just gave Dick Grayson a past in the CIA and DID, leaving the whole moon motif a bit of a mystery.

(Amalgam Comics Trading Cards, #8.)

Naturally, there are some variants I didn't mention here. Moon Knight pops up in quite a few non-616 continuities, but most of the time he's just in the background of large group shots and/or action scenes and doesn't have any lines or contribute anything to the plot. Accordingly, I attempted to include just the iterations with the most material that were expressly from different timelines (which is why I didn't include all of the historical Moon Knights from the 2019 Moon Knight Annual or Moon Knight Ravonna who are also from Earth-616). But yeah! I hope this is of interest to someone out there or at least somewhat vaguely answered your question hahaha thanks again!

#Knight Mail #thank you for your patience as I pulled this together!#it was a lot of fun but as soon as I read your ask I could feel my brain go in a billion different directions #with all the material I wanted to include #you ever dropped a container full of extra bouncy balls on the floor and watched them all scatter?#hahaha that's how my brain felt and it was very exciting #But as always if anyone has any further questions or would like any specific panels/citations please just let me know!#Despite the length of this post I could definitely STILL keep talking about Moon Knight hahaha

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mimilind · 2 years

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1. Raft

Summary: What could have been, if Galadriel chose differently on the raft with Halbrand, and what led up to his offer.

Part 1 of Perfect Balance of Darkness and Light.

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Pairing: Galadriel x Halbrand

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 1080

Parts: [ Next Part > ] [ Masterlist ]

Full story: [ AO3 ]

Contains spoilers for season 1 of Rings of Power.

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1. Raft

Galadriel found herself in another dream, or if it was a vision. She was standing on a tiny raft on a wide ocean, and next to her sat Halbrand, just like the first time they met. Everything felt real, even the gently rocking timber under her feet and the tangy smell of salt in her nostrils. The wind ruffled her golden curls.

It was him all along. All this time she had traveled side by side with her greatest enemy, the one she had sworn to kill, and instead she had helped him, even saved his life. The irony.

Halbrand was Sauron, servant of the Dark Lord of Angband.

“Look at me!” he begged.

She looked at him. The man who had been her friend, her ally through her recent hardships. They had fought side by side and it had been fantastic.

He still looked the same; that same open face with the intelligent eyes, the same scruffy chin and damp strands of hair. He looked so human. How could she have been so mistaken? So fooled? He had tricked her from the very beginning.

Halbrand sounded earnest as he began explaining. He had wanted to repent, sought forgiveness after what he did in the Dark Lord’s service, and then he had met her.

“I told you that I had done evil and you did not care,” he said seriously. “Because you knew that our past meant nothing weighed against our future.”

“There is no such future.”

His eyes gleamed. “Isn’t there?” he whispered.

Something happened in the water below them; their reflection had changed. When the water stilled Galadriel saw two shapes in Halbrand’s and her stead; a tall, dark king with a high crown, and on his side a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn, tempestuous as the sea.

She knew this could be their future – if she let it.

“All others look on you with doubt,” said Halbrand, his voice warm and silky like dragon skin. “I alone can see your greatness.”

He touched her cheek and she felt currents of his power pass through to her. It was dark and different, yet hauntingly familiar. As if he represented another side of herself. The darkness within.

“I alone can see your light,” he whispered.

Galadriel tried to resist his tempting offer, knowing now that he was no ordinary human but a Maia, an entity that had existed since before the breaking of the first silence.

“You would make me a tyrant.”

“I would make you a queen. Fair as the Sea and the Sun. Stronger than the foundations of the earth.”

His charisma was so strong, his words ringing so true. She felt her confidence waver.

“And you. My king? The Dark Lord.”

“No! Not dark. Not with you at my side.” He was very close now, his face blocking the sun. His eyes drew her in.

Could it really work? Could she be the light that balanced his shadows?

“You told me once that we were brought together for a purpose,” he continued, taking her hand and pressing her dagger into it. “This is it. You bind me to the Light. And I bind you to power. Together we can save this Middle-earth.”

“Save? Or rule?”

“I see no difference.”

Suddenly she did not either. As rulers, they could do everything. Save the elves from fading; restore respect for her kind in Númenor; heal the damage done to the people of the Southlands; mend the ruined, scarred lands… They could do so much good.

She met his gaze, allowing him to witness her inner conflict. “How can I trust you?”

He pressed her hand again. “How can you not? You know me, Galadriel. In your heart you always did.”

Time stopped; the sea was absolutely clear. No wind, no sounds, nothing moved. The whole world held its breath.

“Yes. I know you,” she whispered. Then she let the dagger slide through their joined hands and drop to the raft floor with a clatter. “My fight is over.”

He drew in his breath, his eyes widening as in surprise. But then he smiled, a genuine, almost boyish grin that ignited something inside her. Her heart, for so long cold and set on revenge, began to beat faster.

Around them the vision slowly changed. The sea gave way to a river, surrounded by lush trees and grass littered with blue and yellow irises. Its surface rippled in a sweet scented breeze.

They were back in Eregion, and in her hands was the now useless scroll that proved Halbrand was not who she had thought. She tossed it into the water.

He wore elvish clothes again and his hair was neatly combed. When did he become so attractive? But perhaps he had always been; she had just not noticed it before.

”What happens now?” she asked.

“We finish making the Ring. Then I put it on your finger. And then…” He took a step closer. “… we rule.”

He held out his hand, palm up, and she placed her own in his. It was warm and hardened from work. A blacksmith’s hand.

It struck her he had a blacksmith’s body too, broad and strong. Beautiful.

As if he had heard her thoughts, Halbrand pulled her very close. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. “I need you.”

Her gaze landed on his slightly parted lips. “And I you.”

The distance between them gradually diminished until it was non-existent.

Their lips met. He tasted fresh like rain and his touch was soft. Allowing her to set the pace, to remain in control. Would he always be so pliant? Did she want him to be?

She felt his hands on her waist as he drew her closer, and their kiss deepened.

Voices in the distance made her pull away, consciously smoothing down her dress.

Halbrand chuckled. “Worried over your reputation?”

“No,” she said, not entirely honest.

“Good. Don’t be.” He sat down on a stone bench, pulling her onto his lap. “I want everyone to know you are mine.”

When he kissed her again the pliancy from before was gone. Now his lips were demanding. The lips of a man – or Maia, rather – who knew what he wanted and took it.

And she allowed it.

In a moment of foresight, she saw that this was how they would always be; sometimes with him in control, sometimes her.

Darkness and light, balancing each other. A perfect match.

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A/N:

Just a little something I had very fun writing. :) Let me know what you think!

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Full story: [ AO3 ]

#galadriel #halbrand #sauron #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #Rings of Power #rop #trop #the rings of power #tolkien #fanfiction #fanfic #lord of the rings #lotr fanfiction #lotr #haladriel #perfect balance of darkness and light

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gravedigest · 7 months

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Attempt at writing Jeb.

“How did you end up in this wretched business?”

“I dunno, how’d you become an evil wizard?”

Jebediah regards the boy for a moment, a scruffy thing puffing on a cigarette, adjusting his grip on his firearm. He’s needed to pause here and there, acting as if he’s checking his malfunctioning communication system while Jeb can clearly see the fresh blood under his jacket, the way he only just favors a stance that keeps his arm from his ribs.

“What could I have possibly done that would make me evil?” Deimos’ laid-back manner of speaking has Jeb giving the man only a slim margin of leeway to not be stung by the label. He’s vulgar, but the stream of consciousness Jeb has been listening to gives the impression that Deimos rarely stops to think about what he’s saying.

So, he can entertain it while they remain on the same side.

“You keep ganking Hank.”

Even if that side may chafe like sandpaper.

“I really don’t think that counts.”

“Nah, the evil part of that is how I gotta go be the guy that gets his giblets stuffed in a bag,” Deimos kicks off the wall he was resting against, dropping the cigarette to stomp it out. “You know how gross that is?”

What a simple line of thought.

“I can imagine.”

They only move another forty feet forward before the boy is distracted by another filing cabinet, taking every opportunity to snoop through Jeb’s old workplace.

He’s surprised by how little he feels about watching someone digging through the old secrets, only sparking the vague interest here and there when he catches his own name on a document, a little flutter of remembrance, thoughts about a different life.

“You notice how all you scientists kinda turned into freaky wizards?”

“I don’t think I follow.”

Deimos waves around a document. “This guy was in the sewers spewing glitter on everything, kept poofing around.”

Jeb takes the paper when offered, adjusting his sunglasses to see in the low light, something that makes the boy snicker obviously.

Is he getting old?

“… Ah. Him.”

“Coworker?”

“Nuisance.”

“Welp. He’s dead, I think. Smooshed by the big bad.”

Crackpot died?

…

Crackpot was alive?

… In the grand scheme of things, it seems like it hadn’t mattered one way or another.

“You look like you just read the newspaper funnies.”

Jeb sets the document on top of the file cabinet, pushing his sunglasses back into their proper position. “I’m surprised you know what those are.”

Deimos only offers a shrug, his quota for wasting time reaching the limit.

He’s a strange man, at once lackadaisical and… Jeb wouldn’t say focused, but aware of how much he can get away with.

Like in their next encounter, while Jeb falls into the habitual use of dissonance, he watches Deimos operate with honed speed and a vicious accuracy, but leaving his back open with the clear assumption that Jeb will fill in the missing spots. He’s used to cooperation, where Jeb is not.

What an odd person to be in this world.

Or, perhaps that’s what this world is creating now, individuals that forfeit self-reliance for the strength of a team- a faction.

But by the powers that be, does the boy have such a foul mouth.

Between the heckling and self-amusement is a curse, when a weapon he grabs has more kick than he expects, he pops out a swear. When Jeb flicks his fingers to turn a man into a little smear on the wall as they’d attempted to take the opening Deimos left, the boy lets off a “Fuckin’ sick!” with more enthusiasm than horror.

It’s really not Jeb’s place to dictate what others might say in the middle of a life-or-death situation, but there could be a little more class.

He would’ve at least expected some from Doc’s people.

He would assume Doc is making due with what he has, but Deimos continues to prove himself more than capable time and time again.

Just different.

It nags at the back of his mind, the thought over what happens when their goals diverge again.

It makes Doc seem more dangerous, having different in his repertoire.

He hopes their paths don’t cross for some time after this.

He doesn’t mind Deimos. Watching him operate the robutler with an air of pride at getting to show his idea. It would be a shame to have to kill someone that may have been a promising young pupil, in a different life.

… But only if he would wash his mouth out with soap.

#You know when a person has to pull their glasses down a little #And then they sort of squint their eyes and tilt their head back #In order to read something that’s close up #I think that’s how Jeb has to read stuff.#In a different universe Doc heckles Jeb like an episode of the Golden Girls #No Hofnarr #He’s upset because they keep changing the taste of Coke #Drabble

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hexheathen · 3 months

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Chapter 1: Out of the Shadows

*Peeks* Hi, I did this on a whim because I like the idea of a sci-fi boi and horror gal getting together. taking some liberty on their personalities a bit so be gentle this is just for fun Gabriel Soma x Sable Ward 1700+ words SFW and kind of wholesome (divider from @cafekitsune) :>

Gabriel Soma always felt like an outsider among the survivors. It wasn’t just the grim reality of their existence that separated him from the others, not even the fact he was a manufactured clone of a man; it was the heavy burden of guilt he carried. While the rest had their own stories of loss and pain, none of them could say they were the reason for creating Singularity, the AI-learning creature that stood 7ft tall and killed if it was it only wish in “life”. This relentless force had decimated their world, his world. He felt as if the other survivors viewed him with a mix of fear and resentment, and he couldn’t blame them.

Gabe’s only solace came from his transmitter, the tool he had created to counteract the Singularity’s pods. It was a lifeline, one he clung to desperately. He busied himself every night by the campfire, fixing and trying his best to improve them, rejecting any requests for him to join them. Even in trials….

In the dim light of the Red Forest, Gabe stood much like he always has, his arms crossed, glowering at the world around him. Beside him, three strangers shifted nervously, their eyes reflecting the fear that gnawed at all of them. Gabe’s heart pounded, not with fear, but with annoyance. He hated these trials and, more importantly, hated dealing with people.

A young woman with long, white, almost silver hair broke the silence with a bright, cheery voice that seemed out of place in this horrifying wasteland. “Hi there! I’m Sable Ward,” she said, extending her hand enthusiastically to Gabe, who shook it reluctantly. “Guess we’re in this mess together, huh?”

Gabe nodded curtly. “Gabe,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. A new survivor, a new person whose screams would haunt his dreams. Great.

Next to speak was a scruffy-bearded man who exuded determination. “David,” he introduced himself with a firm handshake.

Finally, the petite woman with wide, nervous eyes managed a shy smile. “I’m Laurie,” she said softly.

Sable clapped her hands together, grinning. “Alright, team! Let’s split up and get these generators going. The faster we do, the quicker we’re out of here!”

Gabe grunted in response and walked away without a word. He preferred to work alone, away from the chatter and distraction of others.

He found a generator nestled in the ruins of a once-grand building. With a sigh, he knelt beside it and began working. The familiar motions of repairing it brought him a semblance of calm. The distant hum of another generator being worked on gave him momentary relief.

A scream pierced the air, high and sharp. Sable’s voice. Gabe’s hands froze on the generator, and he clenched his jaw, trying to block out the sound. She could take care of herself. He resumed his work, the generator’s sputtering and groaning a small comfort.

Minutes later, the unmistakable sound of a hook being driven into flesh echoed through the grounds. Gabe felt a pang of guilt, but forced himself to focus. He couldn’t afford distractions.

Suddenly, another scream, but wrong. Modulated and unnatural… Familiar. Gabe’s mind went reeling. Memories of metal, flesh, and blood surged through his mind. The murder of his crew. Clear as day being replayed for him. Gabe’s blood ran cold. He turned to see the figure of the Unknown, a grotesque being shrouded in shadows.

Sable wasn’t the only newcomer here.

Panic spread across his nerves his skin making his hand feel numb as he sprinted away, the evil laughter of the Unknown following him, galloping and scrinkling to him, looping him across the map.

He stumbled into a basement, the darkness enveloping him. The walls seemed to close in, and Gabe’s breath came in ragged gasps. He could hear Sable’s voice, distant but clear, calling for help. He ignored it, trying to steady his nerves. Suddenly, something hit him in the back of the head – Sable’s boot.

“Hey, sleepyhead! Get me down, will you?” she yelled, her voice a bizarre mix of pain and cheerfulness.

Gabe snapped out of his stupor, rushing to unhook her. Sable dropped to the ground, wincing as she landed. “Thanks,” Sable said with a grin. He started to patch her up, not wanting to look at the hole in her shoulder, but she stood up after. She almost seemed excited. it unnerved him. “Now, keep watch while I do something cool.” she walks over to the corner of the basement.

Gabe nodded reluctantly, watching the stairs leading out of the basement. he stood sentinel heart on his chest, trying to control his breathing, still calming down from his panic attack and the noises that had caused it. However, other strange noises reached his ears— mechanical whirring, clicks, and whispers. His curiosity gnawed at him, but he stayed put. After what felt like an eternity, Sable emerged, hurt but alive.

“What did you do?” Gabe asked, following her as they made their way out of the basement.

Sable flashed a mischievous smile. “Oh, just a little trick I picked up. Don’t worry your grumpy head about it," she said, limping ahead of him.

They continued their desperate mission, working on the remaining generators. To their surprise, each generator they found had already made some progress. It was as if someone, or something, was helping them. Gabe didn’t question it, just focused on finishing the job.

As they worked on the last generator, the Unknown appeared again, sending waves of fear through them. But instead of attacking, it watched them with a twisted grin. “Traitor.”

Gabe and Sable exchanged confused glances but didn’t stop. The generator roared to life, and the gates opened. They sprinted towards freedom, the Unknown’s sinister laughter echoing in their ears.

As they crossed the threshold, the Unknown stood at the gate, waving goodbye. “I’ll......be.....seeing.....you........traitor,” it called after Gabe.

They stumbled out of the trial grounds, gasping for breath. Gabe turned to Sable, a thousand questions burning in his mind. “What did it mean by ‘traitor’?”

Sable shrugged, her expression light-hearted despite the circumstances. “No idea, but it sounded like it had a bone to pick with you.”

Gabe scowled. “Great.”

“Cheer up, grumpy! We made it out,” Sable said, nudging him playfully.

They walked away from the trial grounds, the eerie feeling of being watched never leaving them. Gabe couldn’t shake the Unknown’s words,

This night was similar to most; it had been a long day. He was haunted by the deaths lingering after a particularly long chase. He also had to deal with that new terrible creature, the ‘Unknown.'It had given him a shock, mimicking the screams and cries of help from his crewmates. The others told him they also froze up hearing the whispers of their memories, but it was different for him. He was the cause of those screams. It was all his—

“Gabe!” Sable’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. He flinched, momentarily losing his grip on the wrench he was using. He turned to see her striding towards him, her eyes blazing with determination.

“What is it, Sable?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, too emotionally drained to answer appropriately this late.

She stopped in front of him, hands on her hips. “You can’t keep hiding down here forever. We need you up there with us. They told me you hide out here every night.” She wanted to drag him with them. The others told her he liked to be alone. She should have respected that, but she didn’t want to. Sabel Ward doesn’t leave anyone out.

“I’m not hiding,” Gabe muttered, though they both knew it was a lie. “I’m working. Keeping the transmitters running.”

Sable’s gaze softened slightly, but her resolve didn’t waver. “And who’s keeping you running, Gabe?”

Before he could respond, she grabbed his transmitter, wanting to bring him to her subsequent recount of the worm body snatchers. Gabe’s eyes widened as she touched his lifeline. “Sable, wait—” he started, but it was too late. She tugged back, and the transmitter slipped from her hands, crashing against the hard ground. The device shattered, pieces scattering across the floor.

Gabe stared in shock, his lifeline now a heap of broken parts. “What the hell, Sable?!” he finally found his voice, anger flaring.

Sable’s face drained of color as she realized what she’d done. “Gabe, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Do you know how long it took me to fix that?!” Gabe’s voice rose, frustration and anger mingling. “I just improved it, and now I have to start all over. Do you know how hard it is to find these parts?”

Sable took a step back, guilt etched across her face. “I just wanted to help you, to get you to join us. I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t think!” Gabe interrupted, running a hand through his hair. “This transmitter is the only thing keeping us safe from the Singularity’s pods. Without it, we’re sitting ducks!”

“I’m sorry, Gabe. I just wanted you to be part of the group. you don’t need to be nasty!” She snapped back.

Gabe’s anger simmered slightly at the sight of her distress, but the frustration remained. He let out a heavy sigh. “I know, Sable. But you need to understand how important this is. I can’t afford to make mistakes. Not anymore.”

Gabe looked at her, the anger slowly replaced by a weary acceptance. “Yeah, right. We can just get new parts...I will figure something out.”

As they gathered the scattered pieces, Sable kept her eyes on him. Frowning hard. He knew he wouldn't be able to shake her off that easy. “Listen, it is fine. Just go back with everyone while I see what I can salvage.” She bends down close to his face, an inch apart. “Wards don't leave debts, Gabe. I will make it up to you. That's a promise.” She puts out her pinky to him. He takes a moment to look at her. He does not give her a passing glance but studies her, Taking in her features, manners, and all the painted, smudged paint on her face. She looks like someone out of a book he would read about schools on earth. A gothic loner who is calm and collected. However, even under her hair and dark makeup, she seemed... crazy. Yeah, crazy was the right word. The spark in her eyes, the childish reactions to the horrors—100% she has to be. He sighs, wanting to be rid of this unhinged woman, and hooks his finger with hers. A weird warmth traveled up to his cheeks. “Fine. I’ll hold you to that..”

#dead by daylight #screaming #dbd fanfic #dbd fandom #sable ward #gabriel soma #sable x gabe #dbd #dbd fan fic

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Can I request a platonic story where reader is a child who is caught wandering around alfies “bakery” and she says she was just there looking for some bread to eat bc she lives on the streets? Maybe Alfie would take her in and adopt her? 💖 Sorry if this doesnt make sense

Dear Anon,

I loved writing this request so much I might write it twice. I couldn't help myself when making my new request list, I just really had to write this one today. It gave me a deep sense of warmth and I guess that's just what I need right now. Thank you for waiting!

Hope you enjoy it! XO

Part Two

Warnings: starving little girl, clear signs of emotional distress, all of it for the hurt comfort.

Walking along the street as the sun started to descend in the sky, you felt your usual sense of panic benign to wash over you. Where were you going to hide for the night? Being on the streets was much better than in the orphanage, but that didn't mean it wasn’t both hard and very scary.

You started to realize that you had walked to a part of the city you hadn't been to before. Lots of dark ally ways and there wasn't the usual crowd of people to hide amongst.

The fear in your tummy only multiplied as your eye was caught by a scary-looking man. He started to move across the street towards you and you began to run as fast as your little legs could carry you. The man looked like a pirate, an evil, spooky pirate. You noticed a shop with glowing yellow light pouring out of it and ran down the alleyway running along the side of it. You watched from behind a large dumpster as the man walked past the entrance, moving down the street away from you.

You took a deep breath and your stomach growled painfully at the smell of fresh bread. Looking up at a back door you turned the knob trying your luck.

Bless, the knob turned easily opening the door to unveil what looked like a large kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the heat stinging your skin, the warm glow of the lights made the place look just like how you imagined heaven would feel.

Warm and inviting you toddled around looking for a trash can, something that would have scraps in it. You didn't want to steal away anything of value, even if you didn't get caught it wasn't right to take things that didn't belong to you. You stuck to your principles even if your tummy disagreed.

You rounded the corner of a tall counter and found a silver pale of potato skins. They were slimy but better than nothing. You grabbed the pale and pulled it around the corner. Placing a few pieces into your mouth and chewing them.

Other than the texture they only tasted like dirt which wasn't half bad. When impossibly large hands wrapped around your sides and snatched you up into the air you let out a loud scream of surprise.

“Fucking hell!” You were placed down on a countertop and you looked up at a large man with a scruffy beard. Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization hit you that there was no way to escape from someone so much bigger than you. “Nah - Nah, love I don’t do crying now.” He made a shhsh-ing noise to calm you. You tried to stop crying but you couldn't stop shaking no matter how hard you tried.

“Sir - please I -sorry - I -I Just - I was hungry - the potato - I -sorry” You burst into tears again as he looked you over. You took in the size of his hands coupled with the heavy rings on his fingers. There wasn't any possible way someone could survive a beating by him. You were sure of it. You cried harder knowing this was your final act.

He just picked you up and you tried to pray, but you were too scared to get the words out. The man pressed you against his shoulder cradling you gently. The air left your tiny lungs at the sensation.

“There we go, just settle down.” He boomed and you flinched. He carried you through the place and you tried to memorize all the turns he took as he moved past the bakery into the warehouse in the back. Various men started at you causing you to tuck your face against his neck hoping it would hide you.

He shut the door to his office and sat down still holding you tightly.

“Now, let's get down to business. No crying eh?” You nodded against his shoulder still too afraid to speak. He placed you down to sit on his desk. “Let’s start with the obvious. Where're your parents?”

You swallowed hard trying to speak but your breaths were shaky, eyes welling up. You just shook your head hoping he understood.

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Fucking fuck. The last thing he wanted to deal with was accusations of being alone in an office with a little girl. But feeling her flinch in his arms as he carried her past people he figured getting her alone was the best way for her to talk to him.

Sitting her down he watched her shake her head, eyes filled to the brim with a thousand horrors. No parents. He hated what he was about to ask her.

“Parents you don't like or dead parents?” He was blunt and he already knew from the way her face fell that it was the latter. “What orphanage?”

“No please- don’t.” Her little hand grabbed his as she pleaded with him. “Just put me back o-o-outside.”

“Can’t place you outside. It’s fucking freezing.” He answered mentally kicking himself for swearing at her. She looked so desperate and small, little things like this can’t be left out in the cold. She was practically a baby, no where would be safe enough for something so delicate? How she was managing outside a mother’s womb was a mystery to him. They should stay inside for as long as possible, he thought to himself, at least long enough to come out fighting.

He looked at her and realized it didn't matter how big she got, he couldn't stomach the thought of her fighting anything.

“Look you can stay here alright” The words fell out of his mouth and he decided that God must have put them there. She looked at me with suspicious eyes, like she had already learned the hard lesson of why you don’t trust men.

“Can I carry you to the kitchen upstairs?” He watched as she decided to take the risk, the word kitchen implied food, and he could tell she was hungry. Fuck, she was eating raw, dirty, potato peels, the kid was very hungry. She gave him a nod, and his heart lurched as she settled back in against his shoulder.

He climbed the stairs slowly, trying to do anything possible to avoid scaring her to tears again. When he opened the door to his apartment the dogs raced to him jumping up. He felt her squeal, pulling his beard trying to avoid falling into them.

“S’alright. They are friendly beasts. DOWN!” He shouted at them and they fell into line and she burst into tears at the volume of his voice.

How on earth had she managed out there on the streets? The dogs settled and she took a deep breath.

“Sorry, sir.” She said with a wobbling lip.

“Do you want to pet them?” He thought it would give her something to do while he made her something to eat. “They won’t hurt you.”

Suddenly he wondered if the sheer size of them would be a threat to her tiny frame. Instead, he bent down with a protective arm between her and the dogs. Enough to pull her up if needed. He watched her relax in their presence starting to laugh at the texture of their wet noses pressing against her face. He took her through to the kitchen putting her down on the tiles where he could watch her. Cyril curled around her and she leaned into him scratching his ears. The other dogs were watching his every move wanting dinner.

He cooked her up some hot broth and threw together some meat and vegetables. She reluctantly moved away from Cyril to sit up at the table. He grabbed some couch cushions so she could reach the table and sit down next to him.

The dogs slobbered noisily and he watched her go right for the hunk of meat. Awkwardly biting on it the best she could.

“Stop before you hurt yourself.” He pushed the bowl of broth towards her and leaned over to cut the piece of meat into manageable bite sizes. He watched as she suspiciously slurped down the broth, assuming he would take the plate away or eat it himself.

“There - now chew it slowly or you’ll get sick.” He warned her and watched as she ate as slow as she could manage.

“Thank you, sir,” she said when her plate was clean. He thought of giving her more but realized it would only make her sick.

“You can call me Alfie, love.”

“Alfie” She ran the name around in her mouth, curiosity evident on her face. “Why are you letting me stay?”

“God wouldn't think it right to send you back out there.” He answered simply leaning back into his chair.

“Are you Jesus?”

“Not even close. Not even going start up about him though.” He enjoyed watching her ask only questions kids would. Not understanding the complications of the world or what not to say.

“I prayed for you and here you are. So you must be someone? An angel?” Her words were so pure it burned his chest as if he was unworthy of hearing such things. His heart gave a painful twist at the look of sheer adoration on her little face.

“No, love. Don’t worry. Angel or not I’ll protect you best I can, eh?”

She gave him a little nod. She let out a large yawn and he realized he was going to have to do something about bathing her before putting her to bed. He didn’t have any sisters or a mother to handle such things.

Instead, he did the next best thing he could think of.

“We have to get you cleaned up.” He picked her up taking her towards the bathroom, Cyril following along as if he already knew what his new job in life was. He placed her on the floor and handed her a small towel from the top cupboard. “Just get undressed and wrap up in this yeah?”

“Okay,” She agreed easily. She trusted him way too much for his comfort. He turned around and waited till she was covered up before turning around to run a bath.

Soon he had her up to her chin in warm water and fat bubbles. Cyril sat with his head at the edge of the tub watching her. He hoped that putting the dog between them would make her feel safer. He started to comb the knots out of her hair, resorting to using baking grease to work the knots out.

She looked like a small cherub with her now clean skin and rosy cheeks. “Stay here and don't drown, try to scrub yourself everywhere else while I'm gone” he instructed before leaving to get something for her to wear.

He gave her the smallest shirt he owned, uncomfortable with the way it almost slipped off of her. Leaving her with Cyril he went downstairs and sent out an order for someone to come back with some clean clothes and a coat for a girl. He motioned about what size and didn't receive any nonsense questions back.

Coming back upstairs he saw that she’d wrapped her and Cyril up in the quilt on the couch. He was uneasy about this but he picked her up and listened to her groggy mumbling.

He placed her on the side of the bed, watching Cyril look from her back up to him in confusion and conflict.

“Me too buddy. Go on then ya big mutt.” Cyril hesitantly got up on the bed he knew was forbidden, and he was happy to see her curl into his side.

“Sleep well little one.” He turned the light out leaving the door open in case she needed him.

In case she needed him. The thought echoed.

Bloody fucking hell, he had to fix this as soon as possible.

He sprawled out on the tiny couch trying to think this whole thing through. He knew of a place she could go. Place that he trusted.

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Waking up you panicked not knowing where you were at first. You were trapped in a tangled white shirt. You got yourself free and looked around. The room was towering with books and all sorts of things. You resisted the urge to touch and just observed the various statues and paintings on the walls.

Looking out the door you remembered the rest of the apartment looked much the same. Memories of Alfie came flooding back to you and you wondered where he had gone to.

Had he left you?

Your chest tightened not liking the way being apart from him made you feel. Small breaths came in and out of your chest as you held on to Cyril. At least he was here, his calm manor told you that nothing could be wrong.

A loud grumbling tore through the place and you jumped and resisted the urge to cry. Hiding under the quilt you heard the sound continue to ring out. Eventually, you needed the bathroom and you desperately wanted to find Alfie again. You climbed down off the bed, landing on your bottom with a thud.

You crept out of the room with Cyril behind you and kept high alert for whatever type of beast creating that noise. You caught sight of Alfie, your initial reaction was that he looked like a fallen angel. Sprawled out, that beast must have killed him.

Till you saw the rise and fall of his chest and a horrid snore fall from his parted lips. You realized your stupidity and made your way to the bathroom.

Not sure what else to do you climbed back up on the bed and curled up with Cyril.

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Alfie woke up unsure why his whole body hurt and unaware of why he was so fucking uncomfortable. He sat up hissing at his body’s protests and let out a loud yawn.

He got up and saw your tiny figure laying on his bed whispering secrets to Cyril.

“Good morning.” He watched you jump and wondered if it was better if he just whispered everything from now on.

“Morning Alfie!!!” you chirped happily.

“I have a phone call to make then I’ll get you some breakfast.” He watched you struggle to get down from the bed and he helped you then watched as you followed him out to the kitchen. Alfie opened the door and saw a few packages wrapped in brown paper. He placed them on the floor at your feet.

“Put something on while I make a call.” He moved to get on the phone.

“Shelby.”

“Thomas, look I need a favor. A spot at your fancy pants school of yours.”

“Not a school Alfie,” Tommy responded sounding exacerbated making Alfie’s temper flare.

“Whatever the fucking thing is You teach 'em the important stuff with clothes, food, all that stuff.”

“Not personally but yes, that’s generally what's provided.”

“I need a spot.”

“You have a kid you want to put in an orphanage?” He let out a long sigh.

“Found her on the street. Can’t put her back out there.” He asserted.

“Fair enough. Bring her around and I’ll meet you there.” He hung up the phone and Alfie thought it was bold of him to assume he knew where the bloody place was. Of course, he knew, but still.

He put the phone down with an aggravated sigh. Turning around he saw you struggling with your dress. He helped with the buttons on the back.

“Better isn't it?” He said looking over your new outfit.

“Thank you.” She whispered, emotions too evident in her face. He cooked her a big breakfast and agreed that Cyril could come with them on their outing.

“Alfie where are we going?” She asked him nervously as he approached the car. He placed her in the seat next to him, before picking her up again not liking the way she could bounce around in the seat. She settled against him not questioning it.

“Taking you to a friend.”

“Why?”

“He owns a place for lost children. A nice place with maths and enough food.” He was already worried about it. What if they weren't good to her? What if he couldn't visit? What if she got adopted by people he didn't like?

She was defenseless, anyone could take what little innocence she had left. His stomach twisted. He felt her body tense up, little hands digging into his coat.

“No. Please -” She buried her face into his neck knowing better than to argue. He thought long and hard about the situation.

He didn't know how to parent or father a kid, let alone a tiny girl. When kids were this small they were meant to be an extension of their mother. Mothers were built to care for their young and turn them into proper people, while fathers just protected both of them and put food on the table. What happened after that stage he had no fucking clue.

“Let’s go look at the place and if you don't want to go, you can stay with me. How bout that? Leave it in God’s hands?”

She nodded against him and figured that was best. She eventually shifted to watch the blurry streets pass them by.

He caught Thomas giving him a disapproving look as they approached him.

“What's this then?” He motioned to your comfortable position tucked against his shoulder.

“What’s what?” Alfie snapped defensively.

“Alfie. Look at her.”

“What about her?” He looked down at you. There may have been the slightest bit of baking fat still left in your hair, but he’d tried to hide it by pulling it back with a ribbon. But you had respectable clothing and looked like a sweet little girl. A sudden sense of violence washed over him at whatever Thomas was implying.

He made that stupid face where his eyes got all wide, mouth agape at the obvious.

“You can’t leave her here now.”

“It’s up to her. She has the opportunity to go if she wants one.” He said angrily.

“She’s not going to want to go now though,” Tommy said raising a hand to brush along her tiny knuckles. Holding on to his coat tight enough to make them turn white as snow. She flinched and Alife thought he might actually shoot the fucking bastard.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you.” He growled.

“My point exactly.” He made that almost smiling face. “It’s a good look for you.”

“Piss off.”

“Alfie I’m serious. The kid looks terrified and you're -”

“She wouldn't be so scared if you weren't acting like a fucking creep.”

“Wouldnt matter, when they're little like that they’re like dogs-” Alfie pointed a finger at him in a warning. “Food, kindness, she’s not going to want to go with anyone else.” Tommy made a point of gazing down a Cyril. Alfie was frustrated but for a moment he could see something in Thomas’s eyes.

He was giving Alfie an out. He could hand her over to Thomas get in his car and fuck off - well, they both knew that he couldn't. But at least this way it was Tommy’s fault.

“Do you want to go look around,” Alfie asked her softly.

“No, please just - stay. I can work in the bakery - I’ll”

“Hush none of that.” Alife stopped her, and Tommy gave the two of them a soft look.

“I don’t know what I’m doing."

"Lizzie and I are only a call away.” He put his cigarette out. Alfie wasn't fond of having his child around such people.

“I’ll see you around then,” Tommy responded with a nod and he walked back to his car.

He settled into the back seat and thought long and hard about how to do this. He’d need a bigger space, parenting books -

“Alfie?” She piped up and he moved her to sit on his lap.

“Yes, love?’

“Thank you for keeping me.” She looked up at him with the big eyes and he knew in his heart that he had chosen the right path

“Don’t mention it darling.”

“Alfie?” She asked again.

“Yes?” He sighed hoping all the emotional nonsense was done for the day

“I have to pee”

He pinched the bridge of his nose trying not to get frustrated.

__________________________________________________________

Alfie clears out his study to make her a bedroom. He’s amazed at how quickly she grows, and how many questions she asks the more comfortable she became.

He watches her get panic attacks and hates how the sight takes the air from his own lungs. Protecting you is the only thing that keeps him level-headed. Scooping you up into his arms, unable to hold you gently. If something had caused the issue he’d handle it, if you just got overwhelmed he would sing to you. Rocking you in his arms.

He eventually finds someone he knew from his community that he trusts to watch her. Sarah and him get to know each other. He realizes that she’s got more smarts than he realized. Learning more about all kinds of things at the dinner table with the two of you than he had at school. Alfie avoids his feelings forever because he feels it would be extremely improper to put an employee in that position. To fire her meant breaking your heart. So so sos sososososos much tension before she eventually can’t take it and kisses him in the kitchen after you’d gone to bed one evening.

Alfie is extremely protective of you. If you're not with him you're with Sarah. People weren't allowed to touch you or even really approach you. Everyone knew who your father was and what would happen if they were even slightly involved in endangering you.

It wasn't till you were older that it got annoying.

You know that if you're scared you go right to him no matter what. After a particularly bad dream, you go tearing through the apartment determined to launch yourself at him before any shadow monsters snatch you. “Daddy!” You called out like you always did as you opened the door.

When you land on a body you realize your spot on his bed is occupied by Sarah. Alfie sits up and before he can freak out about it. You just sigh “Thank God! You are both here. I just had the worst dream ever.” You settle your sweaty shaking body between the two of them. Finding a different sense of comfort. Alfie pulls you close, unable to sleep with the current situation, not sure how to feel about Sarah being next to you running her fingers through your long hair. The whole thing was a big step, something he had planned out perfectly, and yet you had already become at peace with it. You accept her as your family and he proposes.

When she’s older she hangs out down at the tracks eventually making friends with Charlie Shelby. Things between them start and a whole messy summer of backseat kissing and sneaking around starts. It ends when she comes home past curfew and sees Alfie absolutely beside himself. She tried to lie but she’s never been able to lie to him. She bursts into tears making him assume something horrid has happened and she has to calm down and explain she was out on a date – this didn't go over very well - then tells him who she was out with. It was a long night. He sent her to bed upset, neither of them talking to each other. That night stretched on an eternity. He sat there trying to understand her, wishing she’d not been that upset. Her hurtful words echoed in his mind. He knew that Sarah had gone between the two of you ensuring everyone would survive the night before going to sleep, but he still worried.

In the morning he brought her a mug of coffee, pulling her into a crushing bear hug. He apologized for sending her to bed upset, they both agree to always work things out no matter how painful and to never tell lies to each other.

He makes an effort to handle the situation well, something that becomes much easier when he sees how much it frustrates Tommy. The sense of competition beings and he does his best to be the fun dad.

Lizzie and Sarah get a long like a house on fire keeping an eye on their kids and their husbands.

#peaky blinders #alfie solomons request #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons & daughter

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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Ok...yknow redza right?

If you don't then basically redza is like an evil version of philza. A bitch who likes to cause nothing but chaos. Him and Phil are opposites, really (yknow like antisepticeye and darkiplier lmao)

So...could you write something about those 2? Like the reader meeting redza for the first time and him being all flirty, while phil, who is already dating them, is getting jealous and protective (the bird instincts go brr)

( here is some more detail I about redza and the other colorzas: https://twitter.com/ignqloof/status/1393293291484028941?s=19 )

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Slight NSFW , Mentions of violence/injury

Genre: Angst (?)

| Something Strange |

The clattering of shudders echoed through the small cabin. With a soft groan you roll over to snuggle closer to your husband, only to find that his spot in the bed had gone cold. Chalking it up to him deciding to fix the shudders himself you lay patiently for his return. However minuets soon turned into an hour and anxiety began to creep over you. Philza liked his sleep more then techno did, what could possibly be keeping him from bed?

Wrapping one of the many blankets around your shoulders you slip on your slippers and begin the descent down the stairs. Torch light flickered against the wooden walls, that's strange. You certainly remembered blowing them out before heading to bed. With furrowed brows you poke your head around the corner, your eyes quickly landing on the couch. Under heavy blankets laid your husband, his blonde locks tussled and his stubble a bit longer then you remembered. You took any opportunity you could to tease him about his scruffy beard, how could you have missed it?

Shaking your head you stole the lit torch from the wall and made your way over to the windows. Checking each one until you found the one with the loose shudders. Placing the torch on the wall you swiftly lift the pane. A strong wind howled through the living room, blowing out the torch and chilling you as you tied the down the wooden panel tighter others wall. Hurriedly shutting the window the creaking of floor boards caught your attention. "I'm sorry, did I wake you darling?" You yawn, rubbing your eyes as the adjusted to the sudden darkness. Cold hands took your face into their hands and you snuggled into them, pressing a few kisses to his palm.

"Let's head back to bed, okay? It gets cold without you" you humm against his skin. A warm chuckle fills your sleepy mind as his thumb runs across your cheek. "Of course, poppet" he soothed. A little giggle escapes you at the knick name, "that's a new one" you note lifting your hand to inter lock with one of his.

However your domestic bliss was short lived as the front door was crudely kicked open. Torch light flooded the room, nearly blinding you as the familiar sound of an arrow cutting through air pulled a scream from your lips. Your head snapped towards the front door, where a very angry Philza stood, Techno beside him already reloading a crossbow. But, you were talking to phil, what the hell was going on? Your eyes were blown wide as you slowly turn to the man holding you. He looked just like your husband, the same scars, the same toothy smile, the same eyes you could get lost in for hours. But his usual green robes were a deep crimson.

"Careful pig, wouldn't want to shoot your friends wife would you?" Philza or.. red Philza sneered, his once gentle touch turning violent as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his chest. "Y/N get away from him!" Philza roared his nose wrinkled slightly. Pulling against his hold it didn't take much for you to break away from his grasp, that or he simply released you. "Going so soon Poppet? I was beginning to enjoy your company-" " Dont call my wife that " Philza barked drawing his sword as Techno gestured for you to get behind them. Scrambling to follow his silent instructions as the second.. Red phil drew his own sword.

"Techno what the hell is going on?"

"You are asking the wrong man"

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #mcyt imagine #dsmp x you #philza imagine #philza x you #philza x y/n #philza x reader #redza x reader #redza

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blownbybakugou · 4 years

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Alright, I’m gonna break the cycle for this. Hcs of Bakugo, Shinsou, Sero, and Dabi with a short s/o BUT she’s chaotic asf. I’m tired of seeing short s/o hc’s that just take the teasing, need one that fights back. Like she would dead ass kick them in the back of their knees to make em fall while saying “Timber, bitch”, If they stand at full height to make her reach to kiss em; she just won’t kiss em for the whole day, or if there’s something on a high shelf and they make jokes about her not being able to reach it, she’ll just scare the hell out of them by climbing on the shelves or counter for it (Bonus moment for if she falls and just goes “Worth it”)

Anon, you read my goddamn mind. I’m short asf, like- way too short for my age., but I spread havoc literally everywhere, including near my bf lmao. AND IM SO SORRY, BUT I DO NOT WRITE FOR SERO as a curtasey, I will add in Shiggy baby. List of people I write for is here.

Bakugou, Shinsou, Shigaraki and Dabi w/ a Short Badass s/o

Part 2 || Part 3

Bαƙυɠσυ

One comment.

He said o n e comment on you looked like a midget compared to him.

And you kicked him to the floor.

He astonished tbh.

Like-

Most girls would’ve puffed their cheeks and bitched and whined about how they weren’t.

But you-

Y o u-

You just made him love you 20x more with your badassery.

He probably sets Deku up.

Telling you that he called you a short stack of pancakes and watches poor Midoriya fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

That’s what he loves.

What he hates,

Is when you don’t kiss him for not leaning down to let you kiss him.

He is not gonna lower himself for you,

But he gets all pouty when you decide not to give him a kiss at all.

He still doesn’t lower himself for you,

But tries to convince you to give him kisses throughout the day.

Now,

Imagine this:

Bakugou is searching for you, and he sees you wobbly standing on a table trying to reach a book.

He rushes over to help scold you,

But the next thing he knows you’re shoving him away and losing your balance on the table.

The bookshelf had tilted slightly, (luckily not falling) and dropped all the books on top of you and Bakugou.

“It was worth it.” You say

“I fucking love you”

Sԋιɳʂσυ

Oh man-

The levels of horniness this brings him-

But it still pisses him off when you kick him down

“Timber bitch.”

“Fuck you too”

He actually goes through the effort to bend down and allow you to kiss him.

Because let’s be honest-

He can’t live an hour without your kisses,

Let alone a day

The first time you did that, he was so sad.

Like, he didn’t mean to upset you.

Please forgive him.

He likes watching you take people down that call you short,

Because it’s not him,

And I’m 99% sure he hates everyone that isn’t you or Denki in U.A.

But srsly, seeing you knock some poor bastard down-

Makes his tired eyes light up,

And his hot scruffy voice erupt in laughter,

(Man I simp so hard for Hitoshi 🥺)

He also gets v scared when you try to get something high up,

It’s like he knows you’re gonna fall.

When you actually do,

He treats you like fragile porcelain.

“It was worth it.”

“No it wasn’t.”

Sԋιɠαɾαƙι

Bitch you thought-

He reverse knocks your ass.

Then you get a punishment spank.

Because he’s kinky asf

Shiggy is decently tall.

(5’9” to be exact)

But he has an image to withhold,

So there’s no way in hell he’s gonna bend down,

Just so you can give him a fuckin kiss.

But he does get really angry when you refuse to kiss him when you guys are alone in his room,

Because Shiggy needs his daily dose of affection.

He might actually force you to kiss him if you won’t do it,

That’s how bad he needs love.

Please just do it 🥺✨

He literally had quirk canceling gloves made just so he could touch you.

He won’t let them go to waste.

He doesn’t really give a fuck or not if you decide to climb a shelf

Gives him a nice view of your ass, so why the hell not?

Horny bastard

When you fall hes like,

“What the fuck was that pathetic excuse of climbing?”

“Stfu it was worth it”

“Whatever”

He doesn’t even help you up,

He just watches you clean up while he plots his next evil plan.

DαႦι

Dabi is shook

Like-

Your tiny ass just kicked him to the floor,

And you had the audacity to say;

“Timber bitch”

He’s into it

He’s knee deep into it.

And here’s why:

As I have mentioned before,

Dabi is VERY into Brats

So when you fight back against him,

He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever.

And Ngl,

He would probably pop a boner every time you kicked him down,

But not when you kick anyone else down.

He likes that to be exclusive to him.

He goes out of his way to tease you now.

Kick him down?

He stands up and full height and pats your head to show the height difference.

Refuse to kiss him for a day?

He’ll refuse to kiss you for a week.

You can’t outplay this stubborn mf

Trust me.

Like fr,

He one time didn’t kiss you for a month,

And Shiggy went up to you thinking you were single.

That was the end of the cycle.

And you can no longer talk to Shiggy.

(Kinda hard since he’s you leader)

Part 2?

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗𝙱𝚢𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 ©

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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acotar men as star wars characters?

Okay I'm peeking at my inbox. If you sent me something fun/nice, just know not everyone did and I am avoiding it because it is a MESS. So I'm wading through right now, Star Wars always feels safe to me.

Instead of like, characters, what about like, what KIND of characters?

Starting off strong-

Rhysand- Utter Sith filth. I'm sorry to the Rhys stans out there but this man is SWIMMING in darkness. Also, and you can't tell me I'm wrong, but a fic where Dark Sith Rhys slowly corrupts light Jedi Feyre is immaculate, a god tier idea and if someone writes it, you better tag me in it

Cassian- Resistance General ride or die baby. Means justify the ends and definitely ground forces 100%. He's looking at the pilots with narrowed eyes, like, put a blaster in this mans hand (Or a vibro sword hnnng) and unleash him.

Azriel- Sorry babes. Stop thinking with your pussy. He's too comfortable with genocide if he's been personally wronged and for that, he's an Inquisitor. Yeah he started as a Jedi but Azriel is corruptible. The Jedi were weak, they FAILED him. They deserve to be hunted mercilessly through the galaxy and Azriel loves doing it. This man is also washed in blood and darkness.

Eris- Politician from a core world. Bathed in money, doesn't care about the outer rim or their problems. Definitely using his political office to further his own goals. Sides with whoever is in power, very adaptable.

Lucien- Resistance pilot. Brash, impulsive, and likes to cause problems, Lucien is the first to ask permission to blow something up. Also prefers a blaster, not much for hand to hand combat. Prefers range, distance, and a well fitting vest.

Feyre- Sweet bean Jedi slowly corrupted over time. Tired of war, of the endless fighting, of how nothing ever seems to be resolved. Personal tragedy x 1000. Leaves the order, breaking their heart. Find out later she's teamed up with Rhysand. Everyone is v nervous about it.

Nesta- THE resistance General. Badass x 100000. No one can tell her anything. BRAIDS ON BRAIDS ON BRAIDS. Immaculate without trying. Ice Queen but everyone respects the fuck out of her. Put Cassian on his knees and left him there without a look back. Isn't impressed with all these pretty flyboys.

Elain- politician but dedicated to her people. Fashion sense is ELITE, no one can touch her wardrobe. Knows the power of a careful turn of phrase, of one well timed word. Drafts legislation in her sleep, is very good at getting the support of those who should be her political nemesis. Occasionally likes to talk shit with Eris in the nosebleeds. What the fuck is Palpatine wearing today?

Tamlin- nerf herder. Is he scruffy? Yes. Is there sand in his boots? 100%. Is he free? Yes.

Emerie- Unshakable Jedi Master. Sits on the council with Yoda, eyebrow game unmatched. Always know when you've annoyed her. Hasn't taken an apprentice in years, everyone wants her attention. Cool white lightsaber.

Gwyn- Nightsister dedicated to her home. Keeper of their magick + the sacred knowledge of their people. Bathed in darkness because that's her home and not necessarily because she's evil. Dathomir just be like that. Pet spider, she can make anything sweet.

#when will someone write this fic for me?#stop making me do everything

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wheels-of-despair · 2 years

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Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) Masterlist

Welcome to my Eddieverse, which I'm affectionately referring to as Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me. These are snippets of a playful, prank-filled relationship that begins in 1984, starring Eddie Munson and a female reader I call Evil Woman.

These stories were originally designed to be standalones that could be read in any order, but as this world grows, a little organization might help. The original list below, with descriptions, is the order in which they were posted. There's also a list in chronological order. You can still pick and choose and read in any order you want. Both lists will be updated as I post new stuff.

If you are a blank or ageless blog who interacts with a fic that contains as Do Not Interact (DNI) warning, you will be blocked.

🧡 - Regularly scheduled light-hearted fun. 🖤 - Shit just got real. 💛 - IDK man, this one just kind of wrote itself. 💖 - Wait, there's romance now?

Wrapping Paper 🎅🧡 Eddie thinks he's here to hang out while you wrap presents, but you have something else in mind.

Fucking Fireworks 🎇🖤 Eddie doesn't like fireworks anymore. (New Year's Eve angst, AU where the events of S4 weren't prevented by the fic below)

The Fastest Fix-It (Or: How a Jealous Girlfriend Shut That Shit Down and Saved Eddie Before the Bell Rang) 🧡 In which a jealous girlfriend completely de-rails season 4, but Eddie's fine, so it's all good. (Fix-It, via the path of least resistance)

Draw Me Like One of Your Dwarf Girls, Eddie 🧡 Inspired by Titanic, Eddie decides to work on his drawing skills, and accidentally awakens a monster.

Eddie Munson and the Worst Valentine's Day Ever 💝🖤 An 8-year-old Eddie Munson has an experience that changes his feelings on Valentine's Day forever. (will make you cry)

Eddie Munson and the Best Anti-Valentine's Day Ever 💝🧡 In a sequel to the story above, Eddie discovers that Valentine's Day isn't so bad when you have someone to hate it with. (2.8k of me trying to make amends for what I did to him in the prequel)

Involuntary Secretary and the Dream Escape 💛 People won't leave you the hell alone, so Eddie comes to the rescue like the hero he is.

Classy Girl and the Scruffy Boy 🧡 Eddie's girl invites him over for a romantic dinner and a movie. It's... not exactly what he expected.

Wake-Up Call 🧡 Eddie doesn't want to get up. Sucks to be him.

The Case of the Missing Eddie 🖤🧡 Eddie disappears, and you freak the hell out.

Pinch Proof 🍀🧡 Eddie forgot to wear green on St. Patrick's Day, but you have an easy solution.

The Nerd King Cops a Feel 🧡 Eddie learns something about bras: He hates them.

Revenge of the Freaks 🧡 The Hellfire Club does April Fool's Day a little differently than you might expect.

It's the Easter Dragon, Eddie Munson 🐣🧡 Just a big scary metalhead doing cute Easter-y things with Evil Woman and her family for the first time, nothing to see here.

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me 🧡 The story of how Evil Woman got her name.

The Ups and Downs of Dating a Trash Panda 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman's first date doesn't go exactly as planned… but everything works out in the end. Obviously.

It's Okay If You Are 🧡 Evil Woman and Eddie have a talk about The Dreaded V-Word.

Smoke Break 💖 Hellfire is holed up in your basement on prom night, but you can't sleep. Might as well drag Eddie outside for a smoke break.

I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You 🖤🧡 Some dickhead stuck a wad of gum in Eddie's hair, and you get the honor of removing it.

The Fuck Did You Just Say to Me? 💛💖 Eddie tests the degradation waters. Evil Woman boils him in it.

Who's Your Fucking Daddy? 💛💖 Eddie tries out the "daddy" thing. EW has an unexpected reaction.

You're the Fucking Worst 💛💖 Eddie tries talking dirty. Evil Woman is not a fan.

The First and Last Breakup of Eddie Munson and Evil Woman 🖤 Once upon a time, two stupid teenagers fell in love. And then they broke up for a stupid reason and spent a whole week doing stupid things because they're stupid teenagers. (angst with a happy ending)

Werewolf Children 🧡 The first time Eddie spent the night with Evil Woman, it was kind of an accident…

Sweet New Tatty 🧡 Eddie has a new tattoo, and it's driving Evil Woman crazy.

A Very Important Date 🎂🧡 Evil Woman doesn't want to make a big deal out of her birthday. However, she's dating Eddie Munson, sooo…

Clown Around and Find Out 🤡💛 Eddie decides to play a prank on Evil Woman, and quickly finds out just how dangerous that is.

The Little Air Conditioner That Could 🔥🧡 Eddie's girl is having a love affair with his air conditioner.

Secret Weapons 🧡 Eddie's mad at Evil Woman (over something dumb, don't worry, doesn't matter), but she knows how to win him back.

This Is Better 🧡 Eddie's lady love is down with The Curse, but his cuddly nature and massive paws come to the rescue.

Fangs for the Mammaries 🧡💖 Eddie wants to try a sexy new toy into the bedroom. Evil Woman wants a divorce. (unhinged Halloween-adjacent fluff)

Don't Move 💖 Eddie looks really good waiting for your snacks to come out of the microwave. So good that you'd rather eat him instead.

Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman are responsible for a Flour Sack Baby for a week. Shenanigans ensue.

Flying Monkeys Couldn't Drag Me Away 🍂🧡 Evil Woman invites Eddie over for a fun fall night of makin' treats and watchin' a movie with the family.

What If Real Life Is the Nightmare? 🖤 Evil Woman has a dream about finding Eddie's broken body in a dark and awful place full of slimy monsters and red lightning… but it's just a dream, right? RIGHT? (dark but has a happy ending, I promise)

Bonus Blurb: What If Real Life Is Good? 🧡 Evil Woman comes home after What If Real Life Is the Nightmare and has A Heartfelt Moment with Baby Bro. (brotherly fluff, not much Eddie)

The Last First Day 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman have a dramatic reunion on his last first day at Hawkins High. Class of '86, baby!

The First Lazy Thanksgiving 🧡🦃 Eddie comes to stay with Evil Woman during Thanksgiving Break '85 for a lazy and turkey-filled few days… but do holiday plans ever actually turn out the way they're supposed to?

I Hate Mondays 🧡 Like his beloved Garfield, Eddie hates Mondays. Evil Woman decides to give him a reason to look forward to them.

The Family Holiday 🖤🎅 It's December of 1985, and Evil Woman is ready to spend her first real Christmas with Eddie… why is he being weird about it?

I Promise 🧡🎅 Eddie gives Evil Woman something special during a quiet moment together on Christmas Morning '85.

A Slightly Late Munson Christmas 🧡🎅 Eddie spent Christmas '85 with Evil Woman, but it's time to go home and celebrate with Wayne… what if he brings her along?

The First Countdown 🧡🎇 Eddie and Evil Woman go to Reefer Rick's on New Year's Eve to say goodbye to 1985… and hello to a new favorite tradition.

The Best $7 Eddie Munson Ever Spent 🧡 In the fall of 1983, Eddie bought something he thought was cool… but he didn't realize how important it was until a year later.

The Devil's Trip 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman embark on an epic spring break road trip… in which everything goes wrong.

Evil Woman's Tit-Warming Service 🧡 Eddie's cold, and there's only one acceptable solution to this very perky problem.

The Freak and His Evil Woman Do Valentine's Day 🧡💘 Last year's anti-Valentine's Day date was a success… but what if Eddie and Evil Woman tried normal romantic stuff in 1986?

Three Days 🖤🧡 Three days after Eddie and Evil Woman met for the very first time… there was a jock encounter they'll never forget.

Have You Ever Choked a Chicken? 🧡 Evil Woman decides to pop in and surprise Eddie with some morning cuddles… but, uh, he's a little busy.

A Situation 🧡🍍 There's only one thing in the world that could make Eddie turn Evil Woman Action down… and it's down there.

Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands 🧡 Eddie's on the phone talking to a nerd, and not in bed pleasuring his beloved like he should be. Evil Woman finds a way to make him focus on the important things.

Boys Are Idiots 🖤 (Alternate Version starring Billy Hargrove) Evil Woman gets partnered up with Steve Harrington for a science project. Which means she has to TALK to him? And be NEAR him? Eddie Munson is NOT a fan.

The Breakfast Club 🧡 It's 1985, and it seems like the entirety of Hawkins High is obsessed with The Breakfast Club. Evil Woman drags Eddie to the theater to see what all the fuss is about.

Evil Woman Sees (Big) Red 🖤👊 Remember in I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You, when Evil Woman had to get gum out of Eddie's hair? Again? Well… what if she found the person responsible?

The Long Con 🧡 Evil Woman brings Eddie a thoughtful gift… but there are some springs attached.

Can't Take You Anywhere 🧡 Eddie is super bored in the BMV and Evil Woman needs to find something for him to do, stat!

Heaven and Hell (Or: Eddie and Evil Woman Do… Prom?!) 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman are checks notes going to prom? Like normies?!

The Letter 🖤🧡 Evil Woman gets a letter in the mail and says it's not a big deal… but to Eddie Munson, it's a very big deal.

Go Get 'Em, Tiger 🧡 Evil Woman sees Eddie in his gym shorts. 😏

Munson v. O'Donnell 🖤🧡 It's 1986, and Eddie Munson's long and storied high school career has come down to O'Donnell's final… and EW believing in him.

Did I Forget to Mention That? 🖤🧡 Eddie overhears a phone call between EW and the father she hates, which leads to a discussion they probably should've had ages ago.

Look At Him Now 🧡 Evil Woman sits with Wayne and watches Eddie be a dork.

Corroded Coffin v. Slip 'n Slide 🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman find an old Slip 'n Slide at a yard sale, and Corroded Coffin is super excited to try it out.

Best Seat in the House 🧡 Eddie needs a place to sit. Is Evil Woman's lap available?

Evil Woman and Baby Bro vs. The Worst Summer Vacation Ever 💛 Evil Woman and Baby Bro are off to see their old man in sunny Florida! Against their will. Armed only with well-concealed snacks and metal mix tapes and unacceptable attitudes. Send help.

The Legend of Lobster-Dick 🧡 It's Gareth's birthday! Evil Woman and Eddie present him with a cake he'll never forget. In front of all his friends. Oh no.

Ghost-Fuckers 🧡👻 Evil Woman dresses up to give Eddie a spooky, sexy surprise. But since when do things ever go as planned for those two?

How to Get a Hot Date 🖤🧡 Eddie and Evil Woman run into a little jock trouble… but she'll snark their way out of it. And into something else.

Brawl in Hallway B 👊 You mess with the Dungeon Master, you get the Hellfire Horns… or something. Or: Eddie, Evil Woman & Co. have had enough.

Gonna Need A Bigger Bathtub 🧡 Evil Woman, Eddie, and the rest of the Hellfire nerds have been sentenced to helping out at the school carnival.

Want to read the Eddie x Evil Woman stories in chronological order instead? Click here!

Blurbs Based on Emojis 🔪 - Worst Baby-Sitter in the World 🥺 - Ugh, Fine! 🧝‍♀️ - Yes, My Queen 🐈 - Eddie's Familiar 🎢 - Traveling Death Trap

...and sometimes I write for Other People's Eddies. funsonmunson-again's birthday game oneforthemunny's summer game oneforthemunny's one-derful year

#writings of despair #masterlist #eddie munson #eddie munson x evil woman

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multimilfs · 3 years

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Alma Peregrine x Fem!Reader: A Breath of Change

Summary: the-obscurity requested "Do you have anything for Miss Peregrine x Reader where they go to swim thing like a amusement park or fair (I knkw ots probably unrealistic but it’s fun)"

AO3

A/N: I'm not back yet, but I wanted to post something. Happy loop day!! 💖

Tag List: @littlewitch-things @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @imtrashinflames @nonbinary-cryptid-baby @evil-feather @elenaguarnieri

Warning(s): None

With your hands on Claire’s shoulders, you watched her pull back and launch the ball forward. It seemed to be going off course and you winced. Then it abruptly righted itself, slamming perfectly into the stacked milk bottles. You blinked as Claire cheered. The runner of the stall also looked surprised, handing over the promised prize with wide eyes.

“Did you see, Miss Y/N?” Claire asked, whirling around, the bear cuddled close to her chest.

“I did, Claire. I’m very impressed with your aim.” You smiled.

You ruffled her curls fondly. She offered a crooked smile, grasping at your hand and pulling you along the stalls to another. Instead of a lovely little stuffed treasure, Claire pointed out a kewpie doll. It had the pouting face of a baby with a patch of light hair on its chalkware head. You tried not to wince at the prizes staring back at you.

A group of grinning chalkware clowns at your side sent a shiver down your spine. Why anyone found them charming was beyond you. You could handle many things--being peculiar almost ensured that--but you drew the line at clowns. Though if she’d asked, you likely would have given in.

“Are you sure this is what you want, sweet girl?” You asked softly.

This stall was rather busy compared to the others. Something about the kewpie doll attracted carnival attendants to it, eager to spend their money in hopes of taking it home. You shuffled around large groups of disappointed people with Claire. No matter what, no one seemed capable of winning it. You didn’t want Claire to get her hopes up.

“Yes!” She nodded.

The eager, happy smile on her face broke your resolve. You nodded and ushered her to the counter. A scruffy man in need of a shave took the offered money. In return, he handed you a handful of rings. You handed them to Claire.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk on his lips. He went through the rules quickly with those near the counter; four rings over four bottles in a line. It seemed simple enough, but his smirk left you suspicious.

Claire handed her bear to you. You caught a nervous look on her face, setting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up with curiosity.

“Just do your best, Claire-bear.”

She nodded and turned back to the bottles. With a word from the stall runner, everyone began. Children and their parents cheered all around you, encouraging their children with loud exclamations. The noise almost distracted you from the starling accuracy of Claire’s rings.

One, two, three--the rings swung around the necks of the milk bottles in a line. You, as well as those around you, watched with bated breath. Claire released the final ring and you narrowed your eyes. Moments before landing around the bottle, there was an infinitesimal hesitation of the ring. Not enough for anyone else to notice, but you clocked it easily.

You watched Claire with a knowing look. She didn’t notice, too overwhelmed with her excitement at having won the prize she wanted. The man running the game muttered a curse as he handed over the doll. Thanking him and avoiding the shocked glances of the families around you, the two of you walked from the stall.

Claire practically buzzed with excitement. Before reaching another stall, you stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, her grin dimming at the serious look on your face.

“What have Miss Peregrine and I said about cheating?” You asked patiently.

She looked down at her feet, shuffling them. You waited. Crowds milled around you, some whispering about the doll in Claire’s arms, others laughing about their day. Finally, Claire said, “That we shouldn’t do it.”

“That’s right, Claire. And why shouldn’t we do it?”

“It takes away from people who win the right way.”

‘Precisely. I’m very disappointed in you--and you too, Millard--for cheating today.” You said, casting a glance to the side. The gasp let you know you’d located him with success.

With sadness marring her precious face, Claire held out the doll to you. You felt your chest squeeze painfully. She’d been so happy at winning her prizes. You didn’t want to ruin her day by taking them from her, not when it was unlikely you’d return to the carnival again.

“Keep them,” You said slowly, trying not to smile at the happiness on her face, “but if this happens again, I’m not going to be so lenient. Do you understand?”

Claire nodded, throwing her little arms around your waist. You set your own on the top of her head, brushing through her curls comfortingly. You were glad none of the older children were around. If they had been, you know they’d tease you about your failed attempt at discipline. Despite your best efforts, your large heart made you soft, letting the children get away with far more than they should.

The facts of the situation should have dawned on you earlier. Though Millard was meant to be with Olive and Hugh, you knew you had no way of ensuring that. He was a tricky boy. His well-meaning and playful nature kept you from being too upset.

“My, Claire, what have you won?” A silky smooth voice asked, drawing your eyes upward.

Alma stood with a smile on her face, a twin holding onto each of her hands. In their other hands they had their own stuffed bears. You crouched and they rushed to you, holding their bears out with excited chittering. Claire eagerly regaled Alma with the tale of her victories--leaving out the extra help she received from Millard.

Your eyes drifted up to the ymbryne, her eyes already on you. They darted between meeting your own and focusing on Claire. Even in the light heat of the summer, Alma was completely unruffled. Her hair was coiffed to perfection and not a single wrinkle marred her dress. She was beautiful.

Emma appeared with Horace and Fiona in tow, carrying their own treasures. The three had opted for more edible delights. You moved to Alma’s side while all of the children went through the events of their day so far.

“How did Claire manage to win such prizes?” Alma murmured, an eyebrow climbing up her forehead.

“Pure luck, I suppose.” You lied.

Alma’s eyebrow didn’t budge. Neither did your neutral expression. A small smirk pulled at her lips, making you smile in return. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the smirk from her lips. Her beauty was intoxicating.

She seemed to sense your desire, though you guessed it was written on your face. For a moment her gaze left yours to address the group, “Children, I want you to go with Emma. Miss Y/N and I wish to take a turn about the area.”

All of the eyes on you were knowing, with the exception of the younger three. Emma even sent a smirk your way. You stuck your tongue out at her, not caring how childish it was. She laughed and herded the children away from you two. Then Alma took your arm in her own, ignoring the glances of passerby, and walked leisurely through the carnival.

You trusted her to guide the both of you through the crowds. Your eyes were focused on her face the entire time; admiring the curve of her brow, her sharp jaw, the side profile of her nose--all of it. There was nothing about her that didn’t make you breathless.

On a normal day, you’d have a proper hold on your affectionate gazes. Today was anything but normal. You’d woken up to an empty bed, eagerly pestered by your excited children. Something about taking the ferry to the mainland for the carnival. It was news to you, which was intended given the way Alma grinned at breakfast.

So caught up in the whirlwind of preparations and typical morning routines, you’d missed your time with Alma. That perfect little window of time before the sun rose where it was just you two. You’d be wrapped in each other’s arms, murmuring back and forth about anything that came to mind. It was the one part of the day where Alma was completely herself. Not Miss Peregrine, the prim and proper headmistress, but your bird.

You failed to realize how important that time was to you until today. Now your hands itched to pull her closer, tempted to say ‘society be damned’ for just a moment and kiss her. Only the fear of repercussions held you back. Alma wasn’t one for public affection, she’d be cross if you forced her hand.

“I’m pleased to see the twins have their own stuffed bears now.” You commented.

“Mm. As am I. Now they can find other items to fight over.” Alma said, smirking as she glanced at you. You let a chuckle escape.

“They don’t have many items you can split in half perfectly. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“We’ll make it work.”

Alma patted your arm. You knew what that meant; she’d do her best to fix the situation, but you’d be the one stopping a meltdown. The less screeching in the house the better.

It was only then that you looked in front of you. She was weaving in and out of crowds, obviously on a mission to get somewhere. You had no idea where she was taking you and she offered no hints.

“Alma, where are we going?” You asked finally.

“Emma mentioned something titled a ‘hall of mirrors.’ I can’t imagine staring at oneself is exciting, but I’d like to find out.”

You bit your lip to keep from grinning. Sometimes you really did forget what time you were in, how a hall of mirrors was a wonder to the people around you. You were glad to be accompanying Alma. She was knowledgeable on many things in the future, this obviously was not one of them.

Over the heads of passersby, you caught a wooden sign with sloppy paint reading ‘Hall of Mirrors.’ There was no line outside the door to your surprise. You remembered passing briefly earlier in the day, when a winding line had wrapped around the building.

Alma tugged you inside without hesitation. Her eyes darted back and forth in the dim lighting, taking in the reflective surfaces. Then she stepped in front of one and gasped. Her perfect legs were 2x longer than the rest of her torso, wildly altering her proportions. She paid you no mind as she dragged you to the next one. Instead, this one shrunk her completely.

“These mirrors are broken.” She stated, turning and looking at herself in horror from multiple angles.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. As soon as it echoed off of the walls, you clapped a hand over your mouth. Alma whipped around to glare at you.

“I hardly see what is so funny.” She said, arms folded over her chest.

“Nothing. Nothing is funny.” You lied.

Alma said nothing, but her face did all of the talking. Her raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes pierced your facade. You tried to offer a sweet smile, nothing changed.

“I just never expected you to be so angry that something did what it was intended to.” You said, a grin breaking through the serious mask you attempted to craft.

“The point of this place is to give children and adults a lack of aesthetic autonomy?”

You blinked at her choice of words. Slowly, you recovered, and shook your head. She wasn’t too far off, but that gave it a negative connotation.

“It’s meant to be silly, Alma. Look,” You grinned, stepping in front of one, “Don’t I look funny?”

“No. You look delightful, as always.” Alma shook her head.

For a split second, you believed she was completely serious. She was on the front of finding you beautiful, but a small grin spread across her face as she also stepped before a mirror. Her eyes twinkled in her reflection.

Your face flushed crimson. No matter how many times she complimented you, you never adjusted to it. Perhaps it was the intense affection in her eyes following every compliment.

Alma reached out and took your hand in her own, pulling you to stand beside her. You were surprised when she tilted your head up, placing a gentle and quick kiss on your lips. You stared in awe.

“Hello, my dove.” Alma whispered, kissing your forehead this time.

“Hello.” You smiled.

“Have you enjoyed your day thus far?”

“I have. It was a wonderful idea to bring the children here, they’re having so much fun.”

“They needed a change. Hard as they try, they become restless when nothing changes.”

“Well, you always have the perfect ideas to keep them from getting too restless.” You said. She pressed another kiss to your forehead in thanks.

“And you are very patient with them. Without you, we’d surely descend into madness.”

“A little madness never hurts anyone. After all, you’re a little mad yourself.”

“Mad?” Alma gasped with fake hurt, “I’m no such thing.”

“Right. And I’m not crazy for you—now we’re both liars.” You deadpanned.

A fond look crossed her face as she trailed a finger down your cheek. The light scrape of her nail made you shiver, though in a pleasant way.

“Come, let’s return to our children before they rob every stall they find.” She offered you her arm once more.

Pressing one last, lingering kiss to her lips, you took her arm. She led you from the hall of mirrors and around the corner. All of your children were crowded around Bronwyn as she conquered a strength-based game. Onlookers watched with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

You and Alma shared an amused look. Part of you wondered if that fell under the realm of ‘cheating’ you both had set, but you hardly cared at this point. They were having fun. Nothing mattered more to you than the joy of those you loved and that would never change.

Maybe another day you’d advise the children against using their abilities to best the ordinary. Maybe another day would be one for lessons. But this day was meant for happiness, the joy of new things. Being part of that was enough for you.

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all-the-dabihawks · 3 years

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Pairing: Dabihawks

Format: RP

Length: Way too long (multiple chaps 100k+)

Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, eventual happy ending, multichap, hawks acting like a bird, dabi being a shit, hawks being a shit, hawks has a spring season, smut 18+ minors dni, eventual spoilers, hurt/comfort, the commission is evil

Summary: Hawks' new mission is to join the LOV. Dabi's not an idiot. Until he is.

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Hawks settles on a rooftop, the spot giving him a perfect vantage point into the alley below. In this part of town everything's grimy, and the half moon does nothing to better visibility. The refuse and the residents are barely distinguishable from eachother and it's making his job harder.

It's the second week of this. Fourteen hour patrols followed by three more running down leads from headquarters. Every one of them fruitless. The villain they call Dabi is a leaf in the wind, impossible to find. And usually things in the wind are Hawks' specialty.

His wings spread automatically for balance as he peers over the edge of the building and into the alleyway below. It's just like the dozens of others he'd flown over to get here. Nothing special. No movement to be seen.

Hawks sighs. Another bust. He should get back to his apartment and eat. Patrol starts early in the morning and he wants to catch at least a few hours of sleep. He's just about ready to go when a figure peels away from the dimly lit wall below.

Dabi had always had a keen eye when it came to people. He prided himself on his ability to read them like an open book and pinpoint the root of their intentions and their potential with terrifying accuracy. People were predictable. Especially the desperate lowlifes he came into contact with on a regular basis. He was a damn good recruiter. The best.

Didn't change the fact that he fuckin' hated them.

Being burdened with recruiting most of the new League members was a curse. He wasn't built for socializing this much, answering so many stupid questions all fucking day. On top of it all, he couldn't even sit down somewhere comfortable and well-lit for a smoke break. Heroes were crawling everywhere, and after the League's stunt at the summer camp... Well, Dabi stuck out like a sore thumb, even with a mask and a hood pulled over his head to hide the majority of his easily identifiable scars.

He spent a lot of time slinking in the shadows nowadays. He didn't mind it, for the most part. But fuck if he wouldn't kill to enjoy a smoke somewhere that wasn't behind a dumpster in a dark alley.

Why was the ground always sticky in these places?

Ugh.

The villain blinks slowly, unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if suddenly coming back to reality after zoning out and recuperating from the idiot he had been dealing with for the last couple of hours.

Bringing a hand to his mouth, he sticks his thumb out, sparking a tiny blue flame just long enough for the cigarette to light. Yeah. He needed this.

Dabi pushes himself off of the wall he had been leaning against like a lazy cat, and shifts from foot to foot, allowing himself space to stretch his legs. He inhales, taking the time to enjoy it before pulling the cigarette away from his lips and exhaling slowly, smoke swirling into the air as it wafted up, up, until it was gone and dispersed into the cool, night air.

The hooded figure below him could be anyone really.

Hawks pulls his wings in silently, squinting down at the shadowy form. He's about the right height, lean and almost scruffy. The hood makes it hard to tell. Hawks bides his time, watching and waiting until his gaze catches the flicker of a blue flame. He smirks into the darkness. Bingo. Target acquired. About time one of the commission's leads paid off.

The wing hero land completely silently, just out of range of the villain they call Dabi. He doesn't fancy getting too close to this man. They know what he's capable of. Well, mostly. The reports are spotty. And kind of burned around the edges.

He briefly considers sending a feather to flick out the glowing cherry of the villain's cigarette but ultimately decides against it. He'd kind of like to live through first contact with the League. It's his mission afterall. Instead, he sends a scarlet plume to tap the taller man on the shoulder. Very politely he might add.

Hawks clears his throat and holds his hands up in the most non threatening gesture he can manage. It takes conscious effort to tuck his wings in, making himself appear small. "Hiya Dabi."

The villain jumps slightly at the unexpected tap to his shoulder, craning his head to try and glimpse what the fuck just touched him.

His eyes widen in immediate recognition of the chart's own Number 2 hero, the golden boy, standing on the opposite end of his dingy alley.

The reaction is instant, Dabi twists around to face him, planting his feet firmly on the ground. One hand snakes into his coat pocket, the other forming a lazy claw as he holds it up.

A threatening flame flares to life in the palm of his hand, flicking and lapping around his fingers as he illuminates the alley in a faint blue.

Dabi is nothing if not confident that the raw power of his flames could outmatch an oversized, over glorified pigeon, considering how flammable those feathers look, but he isn't about to let his guard down either, even if the hero was currently approaching him with his hands up like he was some kinda wild fuckin' animal to be coaxed into feeling safe.

"Not in the mood for a fight, hero, so I'll tell ya what. If you fly your little ass away now, maybe I won't turn you into fried chicken on the way out."

His reaction is no surprise, the offer of an out is though. He'd expected to be dodging fireballs pretty much immediately. The fact that the villain bothers to talk must just be his good luck. Or maybe it's his winning smile.

The blonde grins. "Now now, is that any way to greet your shiny new ally?" He keeps his hands up at chin height, his wings tucked away to look small. He stops fast though, not approaching in case it gets taken for aggression.

"I've been looking for you for weeks now, and you're just gonna roast me when we finally get to meet?" He's playing for time here. Obviously. But he needs to get a read on the villain to figure out how to approach this. The mission briefing was, well, brief in this area. 'Gain his trust.' Like That's gonna be so easy.

Ally? Dabi sneers, laughing humorlessly at the thought. "'Roasted' might be a good look for you."

He's not dumb enough to believe whatever bullshit Hawks was about to feed him, but... Well, the hero certainly has his attention.

The flames flicker for a moment until they're suddenly snuffed out completely, steam curling around his fingers before he waves it away.

A tense, uncomfortable silence lingers a bit too long before Dabi gives him an answer.

He reaches for the cigarette again, plucking it from his lips, blowing the remaining smoke out, and dropping it onto the ground. It was hardly close to finished, but he needed a free hand in the likely case that this escalated.

He silently laments the wasted cigarette as he clamps a boot down on it. What a waste.

"Alright, I'll bite. What do you want?"

"I prefer sunkissed!" Hawks quips back without thinking. Maybe he shouldn't be barbing the villain, but there's something about the distrust glinting back at him in, turquoise? that has him wanting to tease. What kind of villain has eyes like that?

He lets his hands drop, wings sagging when the flames snuff out. It's not like he can't call them back in a second, but it feels like Dabi's at least put down the gun. Hawks keeps his trademark grin in place. Won't do to look nervous in front of a villain. He stuffs his gloved hands deep into his pockets.

"Straight to the point? No, hiiiiii how are you Hawks? No, what you been up to number two hero?" His voice comes out a singsong. The blonde is proud of the fact that his tone is solid and strong. Definitely not nervous here. "Do you know how hard it is to find you? The person supposedly recruiting for the League? I was gonna put up wanted signs but I thought that might give you the wrong idea." His mouth is running away with him. His handlers have corrected him for that before. But shoot him, he's nervous and the man in front of him looks about as volatile as angry chemicals.

Dabi narrows his eyes, watching the hero’s every little movement.

It’s hard to get a read on him. It was apparent that Hawks had played this game before; At least one that involved a steady poker face. It doesn’t surprise Dabi one bit. Pro Heroes are in a whole career of deception. He doesn’t like that he can’t immediately determine Hawks’ motive, though one thing’s for certain: It’ll most certainly be a lie.

Dabi effortlessly maintains his own poker face, giving no twitch of the lips, no furrowed brow, to indicate whatever he might be thinking about.

“I don’t give a shit about your day, Number Two. You always this obnoxious?”

He takes a few long steps forward until he’s face to face with the hero. A grin breaks on his face like a crack in a glass surface, cold and unkind. Steam seeps out of the corners of his mouth in a show of how quickly he can call upon his quirk if Hawks makes any sudden movements.

This close up, Dabi is at an advantage. It’s not meant to be an equal exchange. The villain is sure to take all of the control he can get. And if he can make that pretty little bird squirm uncomfortably in the process? That would just be a bonus.

“Or are you just nervous? Get to your point.”

Did he just-? Hawks squints at the other man. No, he didn't just call the hero poop. Must be his imagination.

The grin gives way to a flicker of a frown when the villain they call Dabi saunters on over. He'd really rather keep some space between then. Close quarters fights aren't the wing hero's thing, especially not with such an explosive quirk. Not for the first time Hawks wonders why the commission chose him. They really are a bad matchup.

The grin is quickly back in place, forced forward when Dabi breathes the word nervous.

"Gee I thought I was being pretty clear, crispy." he purrs jovially. "You're the recruiter, I'm the recruit. I wanna join your League." He flashes a toothy expression. "I wanna be a villain."

“No.”

The answer is quick. Dabi doesn’t have time for stupid games. He takes a step back, grin vanishing as if it had never been there to begin with.

And then he hesitates.

If Hawks, one of the most powerful and influential heroes in the country, was serious about this, Dabi would have to be the biggest idiot on the planet to turn it down.

Besides… What was that saying about keeping your enemies close?

His eyes dart off to the side in careful consideration before they lock with gold again, flickering with something unreadable.

“You’re in over your head, pigeon. Even if I believed you, you look like you haven’t had to rough it out a single day in your life. This lifestyle ain’t a glamorous one. And the way you’re trying to charm me with a fake smile and a bad sense of humor? Proof that you wouldn’t last a day without hearing praises and getting attention. That shit doesn’t work here.”

He expected to hear no. No surprise there. He just has to convince the other man.

But something seems to stop Dabi, and he actually looks like he's considering it. Maybe that's not a surprise. He is a powerful hero afterall. He'd be an asset to any organization.

Hawks' feathers fluff up unconsciously at the accusation. Pigeon? Roughing it? Pah. He doesn't know anything.

"Praises come naturally when you're this good." he smirks. "Even a villain could see my value." He bounces on his toes, hating that Dabi is taller. But then, most people are. "Maybe you guys wouldn't have to rough it so much if you had a better image." he adds in a singsong. "A handsome guy like me on your team, your popularity'll go through the roof. You'll get all the attention you could ever want."

Dabi hums in response, not offering any words to indicate whether or not he’s actually considering his offer.

Hawks wasn’t wrong. Truth be told, the League had been planning for their image to improve when they set their plans in motion and revealed how disgustingly hypocritical hero society is behind closed doors. Career aside, Hawks wasn’t only skilled; He was adored by the public. Having him around would only ensure that more people flocked to their cause, if only because of their blind trust for the hero.

But this was all too good to be true. What idiot would give up their cushy, silver-platter lifestyle for one like his?

Dabi narrows his eyes again, looking the hero up and down as if he would find some sort of answer if he picked him apart with his gaze alone.

“Why? Don’t give me some bullshit that you ‘agree with our views’ when your lifestyle is the exact opposite of everything we stand for. Give me a good reason and I’ll consider it.”

His smirk deepens when the villain looks him up and down, scarlet feathers puffing up like there's a camera on him. Dabi seems to like what he sees because the villain doesn't turn him down out of hand. Which is still a surprise to Hawks. Is he desperate? Maybe he just can't pass up the opportunity. Them trusting him always seemed like the biggest flaw in the commission's plans.

He's talking his way into the viper's nest though. Dabi hasn't kicked him to the curb yet. Why did he want to be here again? Oh yeah, because they told him to.

"My story's my business." He's gone over the reasoning the commission gave him in his head over and over. It doesn't sit right with him. It's not authentic and he's pretty sure Mister Crispy'll smell bullshit a mile away. He may be a villain but he doesn't come across as stupid to Hawks. And besides, it's not like Dabi would tell the hero why he's in the league if he asked.

"You know, there's other villains I could be talking to. You're not the only crew around." He pretends a little disinterest for good measure. "If the number two hero isn't good enough for the league, I can just be on my way." He takes a casual step back, flexing his wings as if to prepare for flight.

“Tch, did I say I was done?”

Heat burns underneath his skin, threatening to ignite at any moment. Dabi had never been very good at containing his temper.

But this fucking bastard was good. He didn’t want to share his reasoning with him. Didn’t want to give him anything to work with.

This whole exchange reeked of red flags.

And yet…

He couldn’t just turn Hawks away. He couldn’t pass up what the hero could offer him. Or the League for that matter.

“Fine. I can respect secrets. If you don’t want to give me your reasoning, then we’ll find other ways to test your dedication. Would have to be a fucking idiot to let you in right now.”

Dabi fishes his box of cigarettes out of his pocket, mindlessly plucking one out and placing it, unlit, between his lips. He tears the lid off effortlessly and begins to rip the corners, effectively flattening it into one very thick, lopsided piece of paper.

“Give me your number and I’ll be in touch, once we’re ready for you.”

And this is it isn't it? The non event. His number. Somehow he'd expected more. Like having to stab someone, or get a tattoo. He's authorized to do either. You gotta break some eggs yadda yadda. Not that he's been looking forward to it, but this is a bit of a letdown. A little more normal than he expected.

The blonde smirks, dipping in to his jacket. "You're not the first person to ask for my number hotstuff." He slips a card out of an inside pocket, fancy, embossed. One with his actual cell. He doesn't really know why he carries them. He doesn't hand them out to anyone. But all the heroes do. And he's nothing if not obedient.

Hawks offers the card to the villain. "Texts only. No dick pics." His smirk turns genuine as he tries to get a rise out of the other. Commission never said he couldn't piss them off.

Dabi raises an eyebrow before crumpling his makeshift paper and reaching for the card. He examines it, turning it over in his fingers, before pocketing it along with the box.

The dick pics comment earns a snort out of him. The corners of his mouth tug into an almost normal smirk. Hawks was annoying as shit, that much was obvious. But he had to admit, that was a little funny.

“Your loss.”

He lights the new cigarette with his thumb, taking a drag from it and exhaling.

“We’re done here. Unless you were hoping to become BFFs over a smoke.”

The smile on Dabi's face is a surprise. It almost looks genuine. The expression makes the other man look younger. Hawks peers at him, really examining him for the first time. Now that he's not afraid for his life and all. Dabi looks young, maybe close to the hero's age. Huh. Commission's got zilch on him. Guess that's his first bit of intel.

He wrinkles his nose. "Not really my thing." He gestures to his chest with a thumb. "Lung capacity, kinda important for flying." People never seem to realize just how physical the activity is. He watches the villain a moment longer, still not quite believing this has gone as well as it has. Shouldn't he be just a little bit burnt?

He takes a step back, wings cocking. "I'll ah, see you around then?" It comes out a question. He hadn't meant it that way. But oh well. Hawks gives a jaunty gesture, half wave, half salute and takes off, leaving the villain behind in a whirlwind of trash and alley crap.

Dabi braces himself as trash blows around from the sheer force of Hawks' wings taking flight.

Rude asshole.

He shoots a piercing glare at the red wings that are already far off into the sky. Hawks was trouble.

Kicking a wadded up wrapper to the side, he stuffs one hand into his pocket and slinks out of the alley to trek back to headquarters.

Dabi had a lot to think about, a lot to scheme. Even if Hawks was planning something, Dabi would have to make sure he was a step ahead. He could make this work out for him, no matter how it turned out.

Chapter Two

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egg-emperor · 2 years

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Has Eggman ever done anything that is unintentionally adorable? I feel like one thing he'd do is yawn mid sentence while trying to explain he isn't tired.

I absolutely adore the thought of him unintentionally doing really cute things. For the real evil bastard that he is, he can be surprisingly adorable at times and doesn't realize it. He'll also get flustered if someone tries to tell him it is and that just makes it even cuter XD

YES I have that same concept! It's too common for him to not get enough sleep when working too hard and he gets stubborn and tries to pretend he isn't tired. But he's clearly trying to hide yawns behind his big hands, jumbles up words or trails off mid sentence as he loses focus and gets forgetful, and his glasses might hide how he 'rests his eyes' but his head still tilts and he ends up slouching in his chair as he dozes off. If someone tries to get his attention, they realize he was asleep when he's startled and a little snort of surprise escapes him as he jolts up. He's half asleep and confused but tries to find the words to respond and seem alert but struggles and makes it really obvious. When he's clearly too tired and can hardly keep his eyes open, he's gently hushed and told to give in and let himself sleep.

Which then leads me to how he's always unknowingly adorable while sleeping because it's when such a big, strong, evil, and dangerous man is in his truly most relaxed and vulnerable state. His jaw commonly drops open and he snores very loudly like that which is funny and cute but it makes people need earplugs! He sleeps in strange positions like I described here and he also drools, giggles and talks in his sleep, and even sucks thumb- which I shared some cute hcs about here. He'll also unknowingly reach for nearby things in his sleep like plushies or people and is very confused when he wakes up hugging them close, which I talked more about here. He gets flustered when all this is brought to his attention!

He has his beloved hearty loud hoho and hoohoo type laughter that's already as cute as it is maniacal but he also has a quieter chuckle and even a precious little giggle at times. Being lucky enough to hear those and seeing how amused and happy he is with a big smile of glee on his face is heart melting. I'd love to be the one to cause it hfhbfkgnskyhdfh 🥰💜💘 Sometimes he accidentally snorts while laughing like this too and blushes as he covers his mouth and nose quickly because it's something he did all the time as a kid but tried to learn to stop. He didn't ever think of it as cute until someone reacts with adoration instead of judgement!

There's even cuteness in the little everyday things he does, such as his excitement whenever a nice big meal of his favorite food is brought to him with the way he sits forward, licks his lips, shakes his fists in excitement, and drools at the sight of the good food. How he hums in delight at the joy and taste when he eats and really gets into it is very sweet and that's how you know that he's enjoying himself. There are also times he doesn't realize when he's gotten food or drink around his mouth and big stache and he gets a little embarrassed when it's pointed out!

Another thing is when his mustache gets fluffed up and he doesn't realize it's scruffy and he looks funny, he goes red in the face when he realizes he's been going around like that for a while. Also relating to his stache is how emotive it is, however it's possible, but he must have very strong facial muscles for it to be able to move with his expressions! But the way his stache can raise up like the fur on a cat's back when he's surprised or droops when he's upset is cute, or how it randomly twitches at times. It's cute how it's big, soft, and fluffy and is like whiskers on his face. XD

And what has to be one of my favorites; he doesn't realize how adorable he is while enthusiastically gushing about his interests when his eyes light up, he gestures dramatically, and a big excitable smile is on his face. Also how he boasts his knowledge and gets excited about his plans with great confidence, his chest puffed up with pride, and a smile and laughter that says he's very pleased with himself. He's so charmingly passionate, even more with the added joy of having a willing listener. It's when his lively child-like fun energy comes out and gets him saying stuff like this, it's so precious :'D 💜💖💘💕

His self love is also adorable and ties into that a lot! The way he boasts about his intelligence and skill in general all the time and how his love for his appearance shows in everything he does is already very precious to me- but the way he also talks about himself in the racing and Olympic games when he's so happy and giggly as he says he's the best and hypes himself up gives me so much joy... He wouldn't expect anyone to find it cute of all things but he's delighted when someone agrees with all the great things he has to say about himself because they're all true! 💖

Eggman knows he's great but he doesn't know how adorable it is that he's so deeply passionate about himself, his genius and skills, and his interests and hobbies. That's one of the cutest things about him of all to me 💜

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