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messiahzzz · 3 months

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i’m not here to claim that wyll doesn’t deserve more extra content or that larian’s perspective of him isn’t rooted in racism in any way whatsoever. however, i sincerely believe that it’s always important to list the facts first before misinformation continues to spread which only results in more needless outrage.

these are all of wyll’s scenes that exist in the game as of now:

meeting karlach, mizora, and his transformation, the tiefling party kiss, the dance scene, mizora visiting camp, another scene where mizora visits camp, and the proposal scene. additionally, mizora and uldred can join camp, if he is alive.

in strict comparison - this is the exact amount of scenes the other origin characters have:

Astarion has 9 scenes, 6 of which can possibly be romantic.

Lae’zel has 7 non-standard dialogue scenes, 3 of which can possibly be romantic.

Shadowheart has 6 non-standard dialogue scenes, 3 of which can possibly be romantic.

Gale has 6 non-standard dialogue scenes, 3 of which can possibly be romantic.

Karlach has 4 non-standard dialogue scenes, 3 of which can possibly be romantic.

Wyll has 5 non-standard dialogue scenes, 2 of which can possibly be romantic.

source: [x]

wyll is lacking one scene compared to characters like shadowheart and gale. lae’zel merely has another non-standard dialogue scene, while astarion has double the amount of possible romance scenes and 9 scenes in total.

here is a video of wyll’s entire story: [x] at a duration of 2:25:24 in total it’s very similar in length to the romances of the other companions the same channel uploaded. (minthara & halsin excluded)

i have also seen many people refer to the datamined voicelines as proof of how much content wyll lacks. this, however, doesn’t tell us much since those compilations include battle grunts, noises, and other repeated lines. if you want to check them out for yourself, here is chubblot’s playlist on youtube: [x]

wyll’s romance/approval-specific greetings also exist, they are merely bugged. although i have heard that some people have been able to trigger them. bugged content is something that also affects other companions – in fact, most of gale’s romance scenes and some integral dialogue have been bugged for months now with no fixes anywhere in sight. if you don’t want to look for wyll’s greetings in the files, i took the liberty of doing it for you:

alas, his general reactivity after act i remains the same as with the others. aka: he's barely responsive to his surroundings nor to any key decisions the player makes.

wyll also isn’t the only character who isn’t able to make his own choice on whether he agrees to sell his soul for his father’s life or not. in fact, the only characters who can decide their own fate are shadowheart and lae’zel. the latter option only now being added with patch 6.

so what exactly did wyll get after patch 6? the same amount of kisses like everyone else: 4 in total. as well as some new idle animations and polished facial expressions. the kiss where he invites tav for a quick twirl had already been added in an earlier update (patch 5, 30th november 2023). which means it’s understandable that certain characters who didn’t receive any new animations or other content before were now added with patch 6 as well.

wyll’s quest regarding ansur also didn’t get removed from the game. this is plain false. larian merely changed the subcategory in the journal (which larian had done previously with astarion’s gur-related quest as well)

if you have a gripe with this particular decision: that is valid. the quest, however, is still the exact same as it was before.

i see fandom heading in this really dangerous direction where people fully believe they have the right to attack others for pointing out the existence of false information. i understand that people are upset about wyll having less content than characters like astarion and i am in no way here to claim that you should refrain from calling out racism where it’s due. however, this hostile behavior directed at anyone who dares to disagree with you is creating a really toxic environment within online spaces, where people hesitate to engage with the wyll side of the fandom at all (out of fear of immediately receiving the racist card for merely correcting inconsistencies in logic). and in case it needs to be said again: it is never justified to harass real people or send death threats to others under any circumstances, much less if it concerns a fictional character.

i, much like everyone, really want wyll to receive more love from fandom and larian alike. but it is no one’s place to police other players on how they should engage with this specific character in their own game. if others simply couldn’t connect to wyll as much as you personally have – for whatever reason – that is on them. it's them who are missing out. this shouldn’t hinder your enjoyment of this character in any way or discourage you from creating more fan content.

TL;DR: it’s completely valid to request more wyll content, but please don’t resort to “demands” or public pressure directed at the devs. this is only doing more harm in the long run (to wyll’s, as well as his fanbase's reputation within the rest of the fandom instead of actually accomplishing much). don’t spread misinformation that he’s the only one of the companions who is continuously receiving the short end of the stick in terms of content, general reactivity, and bug fixes. if anything, the biggest difference is between him and astarion (again, much like every other companion).

🙏 please be respectful to each other 🙏

update, 19th february:

a user suggested providing an alternative to petitions on this post and linking directly to larian’s official feedback form, which you can find here: [x]

you’ll be able to add screenshots of the specific issue you’re reporting. keep in mind that you need to name your exact game version if you plan to send in a report. i’ve had larian ask me to send them the specific game files in the past, so it’s best to keep them on hand in advance.

larian also has a faq page on how to submit a general bug report [x]

here is an example of what to write:

(I’d like to address the disparity in content between Wyll and the other origin companions.) As of now, Wyll is lacking an entire scene compared to the rest of the characters, and his romance-specific greetings remain bugged as well. The lack of equal scenes makes Wyll’s story feel lackluster at times and undermines the pacing of his romance and overall character arc. It is very disheartening for POC players specifically to see racial biases reflected in his treatment and that Wyll didn’t receive the same amount of resources. Considering his narrative role as the Grand Duke's son he also deserves to be in the spotlight. When can we expect any fixes or additional content?

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #wyll ravengard #informational post #racism mention #fandom discourse #it speaks #i understand that i’m treading into dangerous territory here #but please keep it civil #meanwhile minthara lovers sitting in the corner with barely any scraps to go by: this is fine #updated

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xan-izme · 9 months

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Dubble Life (ACTSV x Reader x Batfam) 3

A/n: I forgot to mention that the universe reader is in is earth-42. So, the Prowler is Miles, but he switches with Aaron here and there. and reader has the same last name as Miles.

Part 2, Part 4

Summary: Life with the Waynes so far was pretty good. Damian is still being a brat, so reader decides to be a good big sister. Someone from the past shows their face. In the need of readers help, for Spider-woman.

"I win!" Tim couldn't help but smirk in triumph. You stare at the 'Game over' on your screen. "Nah, nah. You gotta be cheating! Bro what is this!" This was the third time you have lost street fight with Tim.

"You two are acting like children." Damian spoke, watching two play video games for almost 2 hours. You rolled your eyes and gave Damian a look. "Cuz we are. You're like what, 9?" Tim chuckled as he packed his things.

"I am 12!" Damian argued. "Boy, like that makes any difference." Damian began to argue with you, you just stared down at him an announced you were getting a drink from the kitchen. You poured yourself a drink. Suddenly, your Spidey senses were warning you. You quickly turn around, just to see Damian. You scoffed.

It was funny how your Spidey senses always acted up when it came to Damian. You wondered if he wanted to hurt you so you couldn't take the Wayne throne. You turned back and continued to take a gulp from your cup. you paused for a moment before glancing to Damian you was eating a snack that Alfred made.

You thought that maybe the reason that you two haven't fully gotten along was due to both of you not even trying. So why not be the bigger person and try to be nice.

You slide yourself to the table Damian was at and set yourself in front of him. The boy frowns as he sees the smirk you had.

"What do you want, you bug."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. If only he really knew.

"Look, demon. I think we haven't really gotten the chance to bond as siblings." You leaned in with a smile. Damian looked at you with distaste. "Did father put you up to this? What are you planning Davies?"

"No, I ain't planning nothing. What's wrong with wanning to hang out with you?" You arched your brow and leaned back into your chair. Damian sighed "I don't have time for you. I have work to do. So, if you'll excuse me." Damian stood from his chair and walked away.

"Alright, if you change your mind my door is open!" Literally, you leave your door open sometimes. You just forget to close it. A habit to try and get rid of.

After a few days. Damian did come to your room.

"Oh, look who's here. Is there something my little demon needs? hugs, kisses? whatever sisterly love can provide?" You smirked as you watched him give you a look of disgust.

"I don't want your useless affection. Father wants us to go with him to a meeting. Please wear something that doesn't look like a Hippe made it." With that, Damian walked out. He paused and took a glance of a picture you had hung on the wall; it was of a woman. Your mother no doubt.

You sighed and got yourself ready. Wondering why the hell Bruce wanted you to come along.

"Hey Alfred. Do you know why Bruce needs me at the meeting today?" you asked. Alfred handed you a drink you requested for

"It is a meeting at the Wayne enterprise. You will mistily be there to observe the working environment and understand what the Wayne family is about." Alfred escorted you down and helped you fix your dress up, so it was perfect.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you come down those stairs in one of the dresses Dick picked for you.

Once you reached the bottom, Bruce took your hand into his "You look beautiful."

Your smiled. Your smile faltered.

Remembering the time, your mother had a date with some man you didn't approve of.

It was cold out. Your mother was going to be with a man named Jim Bolton. You were happy she was happy. But you didn't trust this Jim guy. You asked, practically begged your uncle Jeff to do a background run on the man.

Jim was married at the age of 22, awfully young. He got divorced and has two daughters 3-4 years younger than you. he also had 3 DUI's. Your mother has told you he doesn't drink anymore. But you still didn't like him.

You watched your mother walk down the stairs, with a red dress on, her hair fixed up. Shinny jewels on. She looked amazing. You already saw her as a goddess, this just added onto the beauty you already saw in her. You couldn't help but look at her fondly.

"Okay, remember to lock all the doors. Your uncle Aarons going to be here in an hour to watch you and- . . . what?" Your mother noticed that small smile on your face. You were being silent. Just staring at her.

You chuckled and held her hands to yours "Nothing. . . you just look beautiful."

You missed her. You've been trying to not think too much of her. Not think of the time you two spent. Not think of her hugs. Her smile, her voice.

You have night terrors of what happened that day. At times you stay awake, too scared to close your eyes. Afraid to see every wrong thing you've done as a daughter. You make it worse for yourself by calling her number, only to hear no answer.

The Wayne building was big. Many people in uniforms rushing too somewhere. Rushing to get work done, rushing to get home.

You walked beside Damian. He has been quite this whole time. You wonder what was making your dear little weirdo so silent.

You sat in one meeting with Bruce and Damian. It was rather boring. But you did think Bruce was cool with the way he took over. Bruce had two other meetings that suddenly came up. He was going to take the two of you downtown to look around, get something to eat. Go to the movies even.

"It's alright. Me and De- Damian can go and hang around with Alfred. Can get a little Sibling bonding out of it." You held yourself back from calling the boy, demon. Almost let it slip for a second there.

Bruce liked the sound of that. When he agreed, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Bruce isn't the best with affection, but you have been doing these little gestures, hugging, the kisses on the cheek. You would even do the occasional 'I love you's Bruce is starting to think that you might just be getting closer to him. So, he buys you more things.

Sometimes you decline so he just gives you money.

Damian rolled his eyes as you dragged him to the car. Alfred Started the car and you two were now going to be closer than ever. Well, you hope.

"So, little brother, you have anyone that has cached your interest?"

Damian frowns "That is none of your business."

"I see, you must really her then. Or him, I don't discriminate on who you love." You felt a smirk creep up when you catch a glimpse of the look on the young boy's face. It just felt so fun toying with him like this.

"I don't have time for something like dating. Stop talking, you're giving me a migraine." Damian did visibly look tired of you, which made it even more enjoyable for you.

The first few weeks that you came to the manor. This boy has been activating the need for violence. You can't just cuss him out and flip him off like you did with Miguel.

You can tell Damian ain't stupid. He's sharp and very aware of his surroundings. One slip up and your done for. So, you decide to do what you did best.

Be annoying.

Damian ignores you more when you act like that. On top of that, you loved the reactions you got out of him.

You and Damian went to a music shop where they had those old timey records that you liked.

"Why do you need these things. You know you can listen to music like this on your phone, right?" Damian watched as you picked up a record and held it like it was precious. The most fragile thing in the world.

". . .The neighborhood I used to live in. Was loud. I could hear screaming, gun shots. And other things I wasn't supposed to hear." You gently put the record down and continued to walk down the aisle. Damian and Alfred followed behind.

"One night, there was a gang fight right outside. I got so scared. I ran into her room crying. She played a song. . ." You found a song you haven't seen in a while and grabbed it.

"She held me. . . and said, 'son solo sondios, mi amor.' and told me to listen to the music. Let that be the only thing you hear." You let yourself laugh, remembering at how much you cried.

"So, that's what I do. Instead of listening to sounds that give me fear. I listen to these."

Damian watched you happily go through the records.

Damian scoffed to himself. It was the first time he saw a real smile from you. Of course, you smile a lot. But everything was fake. You were putting on a facade. He didn't like fake people.

Lying all the time. People who lie, can't be trusted. And you lie a lot. he knows. You just haven't been caught yet.

But that, what you just did. You were actually being real. You don't seem too bad. For a bug.

"What's this?" Damian spoke up when he picked up a record that had big words on it with a blue background.

"Oh, Boney M. I love these guys." You know Uncle Aaron had full blown collocations of the band.

You looked down to see the look of confusion on Damians face. "Oh, my Go- Come on man. You really don't know these guys?"

"No, should I? . . . My mother wasn't like yours." Damian mumbled. He sets down the record. You stared at him, then glanced to Alfred. You don't know much about Damian's mother. Just that she left him with Bruce.

Due to the boy's uptight attitude, you assume his mother was strict. And based on Alfreds expression, she probably wasn't the best.

You put your hand on his shoulder. "Let's go watch a movie. Yeah?"

The movie was a comedy, it was funny to you. Even more funny that Damian couldn't understand the jokes in the movie. Just watching you laugh so much just because he wasn't understanding the jokes, Damian couldn't help but laugh himself.

"I liked the ending." Damian spoke as you two exited out the theater. "What? for real? . . . why? The ending was kind of butt." You say, Wanting to know why Damian actually liked the ending.

"Well, the main character, Lisa. She found out she was being played by that Moses guy. Even if he caught feelings for her at one point, he didn't have those feelings when he went with that dare. When he kissed her at the prom as some stupid form of an apology, she just slapped him. She knew her worth."

You just stared in utter disbelief. You couldn't help but giggle, then burst out laughing.

"What? Why are you always laughing!'' Damian was scolding you as you continued to laugh and try to explain why you were laughing.

Suddenly you felt your Spidey senses go crazy. Thats when an explosion was heard.

"Oh shi-"

people started running in panic. "It's joker. . ." You heard Damian mumble. You quickly grab Damians hand and try to get to the car where Alfred was parked. Damian let you drag him. So many people were crowding up in a panic.

Damian looked up at you, then to the multiple explosions Joker was dropping. Hearing his damn laugh echo. He was putting his Job as Robin first. And let your hand go. You felt him let go. You quickly turn around. Panic sets in you. You called out his name as you tried to shove people away so you could get through.

"DAMIAN!" You tried to help a few people who got hurt by the falling rubble around them. But all you could think of was Damian. You kept calling the boy's phone. But it would go straight to voicemail. You cussed multiple times.

You went back into the theaters, calling out for Damian, asking anyone if they had seen a little boy come back in.

You didn't know he had left to fulfill his role as Robin.

You were currently in an alleyway. Trying to get to Damian on the phone, no answer. You try to contact Bruce, you lost service. You got frustrated and decided to just run around like an idiot to try and look for the boy.

But you accidentally ran into someone and knock them down.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry Ma'am. Are you alright?" You were quick to help the girl up.

"Thanks. . . you look good, Y/n."

You paused. Who was this? how did she know your name. Your look of confusion started to fade as you recognized the voice. You began to step back.

The girl fully showed her face. Starring you right in the eyes.

"Gwen?"

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mountainficss · 4 months

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heyy .. IVE BEEN THINKING AGAIN … FRAT CHEOL ??? like nothing really specific just… frat cheol.😊

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🦈 ANON STOP HAVING SUCH GOOD IDEAS??? i’m not too knowledgeable on frat boys but from what i hear they’re crazy and they party a LOT. or so the stereotype says 👀

i feel like cheollie wouldn’t be super obnoxious, but he would try to annoy you a bit. definitely not the brightest in college but at the very least makes an effort. very into sports and drinking. you’d probably meet him at some frat party your friend dragged you to, and you’d definitely catch his attention. since he doesn’t know how to deal with his little crush on you he’d just bug you the whole night. annoying little flirt for sure. would throw his arm around your shoulder while you’re sitting on the couch sipping punch from your plastic cup because you didn’t want alcohol. would shamelessly ask if you looked just as pretty without clothes on, and that would earn him a hard punch to the arm 😳 you’d never even consider sleeping with seungcheol! right?

wrong! in fact, you’d probably consider it more than once over the span of an hour. you’d let yourself give in, let yourself indulge in your temptations just this once. besides, he might be a good fuck! :) he’d drag you off to an unoccupied bathroom and would absolutely fuck your brains out, probably making you cum more times than any of your past lovers combined could. he even helped you fix your clothes and smooth out your hair after. you let yourself enjoy this moment with him for the night, but cut all ties with him afterwards. you didn’t fuck him again, didn’t contact him again, didn’t even go to another frat party because you didn’t want to risk seeing him again. you refused to let yourself get played, because he definitely wasn’t thinking about seeing you again! right?

wrong! he started magically appearing outside your classes, telling you that he asked around for your schedule so he could see you more often. you’d be skeptical of the fact that pretty frat boy seungcheol was asking around for your schedule, so you’d keep your guard up for a bit. but when he continued to walk you to your classes and sit with you while you study, you kind of grew to like him. even though you tried to avoid him before, he still looked for you. it made you wonder why he was so insistent on spending time with you, even though the reason is blatantly obvious. he definitely likes you. it’s very noticeable when he looks for you everywhere he goes and follows around you like some protective guard dog.

it’s also very noticeable when he fucks you sensually in your own bed while your roommate is away :( you promised yourself you’d never give in to seungcheol again, but you just couldn’t help it :( almost every time he’s walked you back to your dorm room you’ve dragged him inside with you. and he just fucks you so good—he fucks you like he’s in love with you, rutting into you slowly and holding your hands while he does it. he’d suck a bunch of pretty hickeys onto your neck, marking and claiming you. not only that, but he’d beg you to mark him, beg you to bite and suck every part of his neck so you two can have pretty matching marks. you wouldn’t think he’d want you to mark him, knowing that he was well-known on campus for being popular with women. but you’d never argue, marking his neck almost as much as he marked yours.

what you still fail to notice is that seungcheol likes you and likes you a lot. you figured that he was just the campus whore and you were one of his many toys. you’d assume you would be just another fuck-and-go for him, but that was far from the truth. he was attracted to not only your body, but your strong personality too. he’d always want to see you outside of fucking, whether it be walking you to your classes or just tagging along while you study. he genuinely enjoys your company, and he’d continue to try and prove it to you even though you’re oblivious <3

#seventeen smut #thoughts #seventeen #smut #choi seungcheol #seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol #seventeen scoups #scoups #svt smut #mountainficss

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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Whipped!Hangman would:

Tell everyone to "Be nice to them, or you're all dead. Every single one of you. Especially you, Big Bird." He emphasizes the last part with a point to Rooster

Let you win at pool because you look so happy when you win and he doesn't have the heart to actually win

Give you seashells he finds

Win you a prize at a claw machine. He would literally stand there the whole night and empty out his wallet if it means he gets to see that smile when he gives the plush

Give you flowers. Idc idc, he so would

Listen to you talk and talk and talk

Send you songs that remind him of you

save your contact with a little '<3' after your name

no bc around his team members he's a whole different person than he is with you, and that's not to say he's not 'himself' around you, but he knows his friends need to be threatened into good behavior so he runs ahead when you meet them with the nastiest glare on his face like i fucking dare you to act out and lets you grab his arm if you're a little nervous to meet everyone :'))

hangman is the reigning pool champion but everyone else must be super bad bc he always loses to you?? he's really not even that good at pool, you don't know why he keeps making the stupid mistakes he does... oh well! he's asked you to teach him your methods, so you'll have fun giving him pointers <3

hangman probably never collects seashells, because he's too impatient to sift through the sand for him and there's always better stuff to be doing, like chasing a frisbee, catching a football, diving into the waves is he a dog? but he always collects seashells after you're dating, he spots one by his foot and he's like woah y/n would love this. and he just sticks it right in his pocket for you, presents the little thing in his giant palm later with a smile, like here y'go darlin'. Ain't it pretty? It made me think of you.

HNNGGH PLEASE :(( penny puts in an arcade machine in the bar to make more money, and it's proooobably rigged, but you can't prove anything >:( anyways ofc hangman doesn't know this, and penny didn't think anyone would put that much effort into the machine for a stupid pink bear, but $30 later (all paid in ones) he's about to smash the glass to get the poor thing out and you beg penny to just let him have it already 😭 she's like yk what i can buy a truckload of cheap stuffed animals with that $30. sold. so she fishes it out for him and is like ohh must be bugging out. i'll fix it. take this in the meantime. and he hasn't held it for a second before he turns around and gives it to you :')) he's all sheepish like wish I could'a won it for you. Guess I just paid Penny off, huh? I hope you like it anyways. and you sleep with it every night to make him feel better, you tuck it between the two of you when you cuddle up to his chest :')

he brings you flowers all the time!!! he's a real southern gentleman, if you ask what they're for he says 'just because' or 'just for being you' :')

he has one of those expressions where he zones out while listening to you talk and you can totally tell he's not paying attention to you anymore, he's looking at you all dreamy the same way babies look at chocolate 🥹

jake hangman country boy seresin only listens to country music. that's it. he'll send you any honky tonk song under the sun if it describes a sweet, pretty love interest, if there's anything positive at all in the song he's sending it like morning, darlin. this made me think of you <3

THE <3 !!!!!!!!! rooster's the first one to see it and his brow furrows and he goes 'hangman, who is that?' and jake snatches the phone away from him so fucking fast, snapping at him to stop snooping on people, it's rude. but bradley's seen it now, and he'll be damned if he doesn't torture the info out of hangman. within minutes everyone knows hangman's got a girl, and it's only a matter of time before you're discovered <3

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desert-fern · 7 months

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 22: Reunion

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

* image by Ilaria Ubinati, found on Pinterest*

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Bear gets a little existential, her team is amazing and supportive, really not much else imo

Word Count: 3.9k

Masterlist >> Part 21 >> Part 23

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It had been nearly 5 months since Bear had left the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln in order to meet with Admirals Will “Shark” Harris, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, and Navy psychologist, Dr. Hazelwood. They had required her to take a mandatory leave effective immediately, weekly sessions with Dr. Hazelwood, and had barred her from engaging in discussions relating to the day to day operations of the US Navy and its members, as well as forbidding any contact with those directly involved in the investigation of what would be former Lieutenant Commander Colton “Hazard” Richards.

Needless to say, the third condition struck a nerve in the Commander. Her team was her family, as she had said numerous times, and in her mind, it was needlessly cruel. The rest of her orders she could understand. Hazard had been taken off the ship directly by NCIS agents along with the rest of his so-called team, and she knew that Bug, FAK, Daisy, Shrike, Jake and a few others would be crucial in building the case against these five. But that also meant she couldn’t talk to them until after they had finished up their parts for the agents and the prosecution.

She couldn’t talk to her family. Nor they to her, and it tore her heart to shreds.

But Bear just nodded, gritting her teeth in frustration. “Sirs, may I suggest a change to the conditions?”

Admiral Simpson looked surprised at her boldness, but her boss, Admiral Harris had expected this and motioned for her to continue regardless of the look on his colleague’s face. “You may, Commander.”

“I would like to request a psychologist not connected to the US Navy.” Bear’s tone was even, controlled. She knew what she needed and unfortunately this psychologist wouldn’t be it. “I mean no disrespect to you, ma’am. I have no doubt of your qualifications, but in order for me to be at the level I need to be, I require counseling from someone that isn’t going to sign off on me the second I show even a fraction of improvement.” This was a genuine concern. Bear knew that if they could slap an ‘all better’ on her file right now, then they would. However, for her sake, for the sake of her team, Bear had to be at her best and right now, she was far from it.

Harris raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “And who exactly is going to fill in for Dr. Hazelwood?” He had been caught off guard by Bear yet again. Both he and Cyclone had figured that Bear would want to be put back into the field as soon as possible. Neither one of them had considered this request as something that she would ever bring up.

“I’m sure that there are private psychologists who have been vetted by the Navy should this ever arise.” She met Cyclone’s gaze and held it, refusing to even entertain the idea of a compromise. Bear knew that she was damaged, that her experiences had broken something inside of her that couldn’t be fixed with three sessions and a bandaid. She needed help, and deep down, Bear knew that she would walk away from this life if she couldn’t get the help she needed. “This is one of those circumstances.”

Cyclone glanced at Shark before nodding. “We’ll see that that is done, Commander. And may I commend you for your professionalism at this time. It is a rare thing.”

Bear nodded in thanks, her jaw feeling like it had been wired shut. She shifted on her feet, ignoring the itchiness of a scab on her side while the Admirals talked at her, discussing item after item, barely taking more than a few seconds to ensure that the information was being absorbed. She had been in that office for far too long and her mind was nearly at its breaking point.

Now though, Bear sat on her couch, wrapped up in a blanket as she stared at the wall. Today’s session had left her emotionally drained and she wanted nothing more than to be with someone, to be near someone. She had gone home to Vermont almost immediately after her leave had been approved and spent two of the five months with her moms, both loving and hating the familiarity of it all.

She recognized the feeling as the same one that had hit her after her first deployment. Bear had gone home and the world had seemed different. The lush forests that she used to train in, the well-worn trails feeling foreign, the overall peaceful serenity unnerving. It was almost like she had stepped back into a life that wasn’t hers, a period of her history that had faded and been lost to time. She distantly remembered sobbing in her mother’s arms, the reason long forgotten to time, memory, and pain.

Since that time however, Bear had grown stronger and bolder, grown into who she was now. Rather, who she had been before Hazard and his goons tried to ascertain a command of their own. She knew that eventually the pain would heal, and thanks to Dr. Carter, her new psychologist vetted personally by Admiral Harris, Bear was well on her way to managing the nightmares, trauma, and the sting of betrayal brought in spades by Operation Hellfire.

So Bear sat, the silence filling her, bringing her a semblance of peace. She had recovered slowly; spending hours focusing on her breathing, going to the gym on nights that sleep eluded her, writing down what she could about her day, and just did her best to heal. She couldn’t recall the last time she had had so much time to do what she wanted and it was both scary and freeing.

The prosecution had finished with her main team three months after her leave had begun and Bear had cried after getting the email from Harris that she could chat with a few of her team, namely Fireball and Bug. The lawyers had wanted to spend longer talking to those who had been directly impacted by Hazard’s actions and those who had been crucial in putting together the evidence for them.

She had given her own initial testimony days after being put on leave, much to the anger of Admiral Harris who had demanded that his Commander be allowed time to recover from her ordeal. It had been difficult. She had barely been able to piece together sentences of her experience, the words getting lost in the fear and pain she had been through, but she had persevered. She pushed through it, tearing open the mental wounds she had spent weeks trying to heal and in her pain, her tears, Bear had found it within her to admonish the prosecutor who demanded answers. He had been stunned into silence from the force of her words as she stood shaking in front of him.

He had backed off. Given her time. He had requested time to speak with her again a month ago and she had felt ready, so Bear had finally worked through the apprehension and spoke with him, detailing what she could remember. He thanked her, offering his apologies for his brusque nature the first time they had met, and told Bear that he would call if he had any more questions.

And despite all obstacles against her, Bear was healing. Today’s session hadn’t made her burst into tears. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. Progress that she was immensely proud of. Bear had also heard from Dr. Carter that her mandatory leave was up soon, and that Cyclone and Shark wanted to meet with her in a few days.

She was ready. Bear was ready to see her team again, her family. Maybe if she impressed her bosses, they would let her train with her team. The mere thought had her smiling widely as she picked herself up from the couch and wandered into the kitchen to make dinner. It was nothing fancy, but Bear still found herself dancing as she cooked, the joy seeming to radiate off of her. “If only Jake were here,” she thought. “Then it would be perfect.”

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The day of her meeting came quickly, and Bear had never been more excited to put her uniform on than today. It beat out the first time she had put it on by a mile and she didn’t quite know what to make of that. Each button fastened brought her closer to her goal: Harris and Simpson had to be convinced that she was better, that she wasn’t a risk.

Bear grabbed her backpack, keys, phone, and wallet and slipped out the front door of her house. The same house that had once stood out for being starkly unlived in, now seemed to blend in a little more. The flower beds were now full and blooming in colors they never had before, the lawn was clipped, and it looked like a home. With all the time on her hands, the work made her feel normal. It had been a source of peace for her while she recovered and it continuously made her grin as she drove the roads to the base.

The guard at the entrance to the base had shouted “Welcome home!” when she had rolled her window down and his enthusiasm made her laugh as she handed him her new ID.

“It’s good to be back.” Bear took back her card, waving to him as she drove into the base, parking as close as she could to the Admiral’s office and slowly made her way inside, passing colleagues and friends who each greeted her with smiles, handshakes and hugs.

“Commander. It’s good to see you.”

“Sirs.” Bear couldn’t help but grin a little as she saluted the two men before her. “It’s good to be back.”

“At ease, Commander.” Cyclone gestured for her to take a seat in front of him, eyes watching Bear as she did. “We received word from Dr. Carter that she feels you are ready to come back.”

“Yes Sir. I was informed of the same.” Bear shuffled in her chair, trying to get comfortable. The cold sterility of the meeting room they sat in never failed to make her uncomfortable and today was no different, especially when she was waiting desperately to see those whom she hadn’t seen in over five long months.

Admiral Harris glanced over at Bear. “And do you feel the same?” He could sense her eagerness to return to the job, his Commander was hardly subtle in that regard. Her love for her job and her people was something he hoped her successor would possess and from what he had seen from Bug, he knew that Team 3 was in phenomenal hands.

“I do. I don’t think I’m ready to be deployed immediately, but I feel ready to rejoin my team, to start training again.” Bear knew what she wanted from this meeting, and she could tell that the men across from her knew it too, but this was still a formality that they all had to go through.

“I see.”

And the conversation continued from there. By the end, the two Admirals had decided that while Bear still needed to pass a psychological exam by a Navy psychologist, she was essentially cleared to train again with her team.

It was like she was flying at their words. Bear knew that what they were saying was important, but she was too caught up in the excitement of being able to see and talk to her family again. It would be awhile before any legal action came down on the people who had hurt her with their plotting, but they hadn’t won. She was sitting here, in front of her bosses, paying just enough attention to their words so she wouldn’t miss anything important, while her heart was doing backflips at the thought of just seeing her people.

“Congratulations Commander. You will be reinstated shortly.” The amused voice of Admiral Harris cut through her thoughts. “Go and rendezvous with your team, Bear. They have been clamoring at the gates trying to see you. I believe Petty Officer Hamilton sounded the alarm that you were back.”

Bear smiled. “That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, Sir. He was all smiles when I arrived earlier.”

“He is the type to do so, Commander.” Cyclone was watching her carefully, amused by the humor in her voice. It was clear to him that Bear was ready to burst out of the room, so he dismissed her, nodding at her salute and watched Bear slip out the door. “Is she always like this, Harris?”

“Eager to get back to work? Yes. The type to tune us out? No, that’s likely from her not being able to help her team for the last five months.”

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Bear raced out of the building, descending the stairs so fast she nearly fell down them. She closed the distance quickly, slowing to a walk as she quietly approached the empty training warehouse. Her heart was pounding, both from the exertion and because after five long months, she was oh so close to finally being near the people that had always had her back.

Her team was okay, definitely worried about her, but from the updates Fireball had been giving her over the last few weeks, Bear knew that they were alright. Bug was doing her best to keep their spirits up, and Bear couldn’t be more proud of Priya. She knew that her second would step up when needed and Priya did exactly that.

They had come together in her absence. Growing stronger as a team, they were all so excited that their boss, their friend, and to some, a maternal figure (not that they would ever say that to her face), was coming back to them.

And she was right outside the doors, listening intently to the cacophony of voices yelling over one another. Bear heard Bug shout over the noise, silencing most of the group, except for a few who kept chattering away excitedly. “Now! To the two newbies that joined us a few months ago, you only know me as your CO. You haven’t met Bear yet.” Bug stopped halfway through her sentence to swing her gaze over and stare down the new Seals. “And if you two would stop your yammering, maybe we can finish this up so you can meet her.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

“Yes ma’am.”

They both looked thoroughly chastised and Bug smiled. Her job had gotten a little easier as time had gone on. She still wished that Bear were here to help guide her, but Priya knew that this was the same way her commander had learned the job. Training wheels didn’t exist in the Navy and Bug was proud of just how much she had been able to do despite her hesitation.

“Good. Now,” she continued. Her smile had only grown wider as she felt the excitement of her colleagues grow with every passing moment. Everyone wanted to see Bear again, and thanks to Petty Officer Hamilton, the whole base knew that the Commander was back. “Bear is still in her meeting with the Air Boss and Admiral Harris, so did we have any questions about our training this week?”

A few hands were raised and Bug answered the questions as best she could. She was distracted and it had felt like time was crawling as she breezed through the last few questions, clarifying a few points and restating another four, much to her dismay. Bug had just asked if there were any remaining questions when a familiar voice echoed through the quiet room. “I have a question. What does a woman have to do to get a hug around here?”

“Bear!” The room erupted in chaos, Seals scrambling out of their seats to hug their Commander, pushing and shoving others out of the way to be the first to greet her. A cacophony of voices made Bug cringe at the volume and she caught the gazes of the other Lieutenants who had held back, letting their platoons hug their boss.

“Alright. Alright!” Bear yelled over the noise, her hands out in front of her. “I’m not running out on you guys. I will get to everyone, I promise.” The room immediately settled down, people shuffling out of Bear’s path as she walked up to the front of the room.

Bear had begun tearing up when the room exploded into shouts of joy. Her team was okay and the sheer weight of the emotions she had felt all week dissipated in a heartbeat. Each hug, handshake, and story shared seemed to lighten her heart in such a way that it felt like it was seconds from floating up, up, up into the sky to fly alongside the F-18s on base.

Each step towards Bug felt like miles. Bear had heard the endless praise of Priya since the moment she'd arrived back on base and it was comforting to know that she had chosen well. “Priya.”

“Bear.” And Bug was in her arms, holding her tight. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Bug.” She held the other woman for a moment longer, before letting go to wipe her tears. “You’ve done an incredible job with them. I couldn’t be more proud.”

A tearful thank you left Bug as she swiped at her tears, letting Bear turn to envelop F.A.K. into a tight squeeze. The medic mumbled something to their Commander, making her laugh despite her tears.

The rest of that morning and early afternoon was spent catching up, Bear found herself holding court as she answered question after question from her team, refusing to leave anything out. Her team weren’t children, they had all suffered from her disappearance and Bear felt that they deserved to know at least a fraction of what had plagued her over the long five months apart.

“… I did go home to Vermont,” Bear said, laughing when someone yelled out that a person couldn’t be from Vermont. “I’m serious. My moms live there, in a small town in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.”

A few more adamant shouts had the room dissolving into giggles and for what felt like the millionth time that day, Bear felt a lightness that she hadn’t felt in a while. Not since the early days in Riyadh with Jake.

Jake. Where was he? Come to think of it, where were the Daggers? Bear hadn’t heard a word from any of them except Rooster one time when he stopped by to lend her a book. She had yet to give it back to him, and she would be lying if she said that was the only reason she wanted to see the pilots who had become a third family to her.

Sensing Bear’s distraction, Bug jumped in to dissuade the next few questions, sending the Seals off to lunch, while keeping a close eye on the suddenly pensive Bear. “Are you okay?”

Bear nodded. “I’m fine. Honestly. Just missing people.” She was trying for nonchalance, but from the look Priya gave her, it was clear that she had failed miserably.

“The Daggers have been away since Monday for a four day intensive at Lemoore,” Bug began, a knowing smile growing wider as the seconds passed. “I hear that they should be back sometime today or tomorrow.”

Bear hummed her acknowledgment and continued staring out through the open doors at the planes taking off in the distance. “It’s strange being back,” she said after a while.

“Good strange or bad strange?”

“Is it bad if I don’t know yet?”

Bug shook her head. “I don’t think so. I would probably feel the same in your shoes.”

“And I hope that you never have to be.” Bear’s tone was dark. A firm edge that forbade Bug from ever following her path to the woman she had become. “As long as I am in charge, you will never have to make the same choices I did in that desert.”

“You can’t promise that.” Bug’s tone was soft, almost like she was trying to talk Bear down.

Bear turned, meeting Priya’s gaze. “What I had to do…” she trailed off, shaking her head at the thought. “I will do whatever I can to make sure that none of you ever face the demons I did. I can promise that much.”

“Bear, what happened wasn’t your fault. None of us have ever blamed you.” There was now urgency in Bug’s voice, pleading with Bear to believe her. “Not a single one.”

“I know you don’t. Only one person deserves the blame.” The words felt foreign in her mouth, like they didn’t belong to her. And for the longest time, they hadn’t. Dr. Carter had spent months ensuring that Bear knew that she had nothing to be blamed for. These words belonged to Dr. Carter, not Bear. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I knew I could survive what I was dealt. That I did what I did so that none of you endured what I did.”

Bug was silent. Bear wouldn’t be swayed from this belief that her sacrifice was a good thing. To Bug, however, it wasn’t. The choice had been made, but Bug was still worried that Bear would make the same decision if the opportunity presented itself. So she hummed, gathering her thoughts. “We did get new equipment earlier this week, wanna see?”

Bear seemed to snap out of her melancholy, standing up. “New equipment? Hell yeah.”

“Come on then. We get to test it out for the first time later today.”

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Hours later, Bear arrived home. Her body hurt, unused to the rigors of training after being away for so long. It had been a sobering realization, but she had known that she wouldn’t be at 100% from the start. She had to take it slow. Well, slower than previously thought.

But holy shit had it felt good to line up her shots, to watch bullets punch through paper targets, to help T-Pot and Zero find the sweet spot to take their shots. She felt useful again.

So now, sitting on her couch in her pajamas with a bowl of mac and cheese on her lap as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, Bear was content. Today had been good, save for her one moment with Bug. But when she wrote about her day in the journal she had been given, for once it didn’t feel like she was condemning her actions.

Today was progress.

She was startled from her couch potato state by a knock at the door. Glancing at the time in the corner of her phone, Bear frowned. Who the hell could that be? It was late and while she had the weekend off, it didn’t make sense to have visitors.

Groaning, Bear unwrapped herself from her blanket and stood, her knees and ankles popping as she moved. She made her way over, her socked feet sliding over the wooden floor of her home, and opened the door to see Jake standing on her porch.

It was like all of the air had been punched out of her body as she gazed upon him. Even in the darkness outside, his figure illuminated by the single porch light, setting fire to gold in his blonde hair, resembling a crown, he was beautiful. He always had been beautiful, but now, after five long months, here he was in front of her and Bear was left speechless.

Back where they had first begun. When her feelings had become feelings. Jake on her porch, and Bear standing before him, one hand on the open door. Only this time, there was no pizza.

They stared at one another for a moment, before Bear managed a strangled “Jake.”

“Teddy.”

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A/N: This cut-off is only because this would have been longer than the last one if I had kept this and the next part together. I’m done hurting people. I promise. @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @dakotakazansky, you guys are incredible.

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no1frogfan · 1 year

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More Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting

Suna, Ukai Keishin x afab reader

Word count: ~800

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MDNI, p in v, tits & ass, creampie (implied), hair pulling, spanking, sexy voices, 1 mention of a cockroach in Suna’s

Note: A little late to the birthday party. This Suna piece got bumped up the smut queue by request. Sexy Ukai is just for me though, yum

the orig boys | boys 3

You didn’t want to meet the neighbors like this. Every person up and down the hall probably heard your screams as you burst out of your friend’s apartment, banging on the closest door and thanking every deity you know when Suna opens it. You can’t bring yourself to care about how you must look, haphazardly clutching a towel around yourself, soaking wet, shampoo still in your hair. You’re frantically yelling - something about the bathroom, the shower drain, a cockroach - literally begging him to come over and kill it for you. And Suna obliges, mostly so you’ll stop screaming at him.

It’s a miscalculation on his part because after that, he becomes your go-to for pest removal. Like always, you’re prattling on from the safety of the living room (“She told me there were bugs sometimes, but I didn’t realize there would be so many otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to house-sit…”) while he hunts for wherever this new intruder skittered off to after it flew through the bedroom window. You don’t know why he keeps coming over to help, but every time he does, you’re sneaking peeks at him out of the corner of your eyes, noting just how pretty Rintarou is, with perceptive eyes and strangely graceful movements. You like spending time with him too, even learning to laugh at his smug attitude and snide comments.

As usual, you two hang out afterward, which means eating candy together while you half-watch some dumb movie and he lays on the couch scrolling through Twitter. There’s something different about tonight though. He’s making any excuse to touch you and his gaze keeps sliding to your exposed thighs, and you think - fuck it. You lean down and press your mouth against his, parting your lips to taste the sour candy on his tongue. Immediately, his strong arms pull you on top of him, pushing your hips down to grind your wet cunt on his erection. One hand grips your ass while you ride him, guiding your pace as your clit rubs against the coarse hairs at his base with every bounce, the head of that pretty cock hitting you just right. The other hand pushes you forward, his hot tongue lolling out to catch a nipple in his mouth. He wants you just like this, breasts bobbing and eyes glazed as your pussy clenches around him. “Fuck baby, make that face for me again.”

You’re startled by a sudden pounding at the door. You open it to find an athletic blond sporting an old sweatshirt and well-worn jeans. His hair is pushed back with a headband, revealing two glinting piercings in his ear. He introduces himself as your friend’s old classmate Ukai Keishin. Oh, right. She mentioned someone was coming fix her hot water heater. You were honestly annoyed when she told you - you’re already doing her a favor by cat-sitting, now you also have to take cold showers (at least until the water heater’s fixed), and on top of that, you have deal with a stranger in the house. But now…well, you can barely remember why you were upset in the first place because…do they even make men like this anymore?

You’re secretly thrilled when he invites himself to stay for a beer. He seems surly at first, complaining about long days working one job and long nights coaching some team or other, but you find you enjoy shooting the shit with him. Lucky for you, the repairs are more extensive than he originally thought. You discover he’s observant and thoughtful, bringing you fresh fruit and vegetables after he notices there’s nothing but beer and instant ramen lying around. You like it when he comes over because you can gawk at his muscular arms and hear him chide you with that gravelly voice. He’s thrilled too, to get to watch you prance around the apartment with your cheeks hanging out of the shortest shorts known to humanity.

And now that he’s finished with the repairs, you’ve got nothing to lose, so you sit your sweet ass down on his lap and suggest you test the shower together. You sure as hell would’ve made a move sooner if you knew it’d turn out like this. Hot water trickles down Keishin’s sculpted torso as one hand yanks at your hair, forcing your back to arch and presenting your ass to him. You let out obscene moans, clawing at the cold tile for purchase as his thick cock plunges in and out of your sopping pussy. “Fuck that’s hot,” he growls, enthralled by the way your ass and thighs jiggle with every snap of his hips and every smack of his big, calloused hands. Globs of Keishin’s cum slip out and wash down the drain as you slowly come down from another orgasm, your legs shaking and wobbling. “Don’t collapse on me yet sweetheart, we’ve still got more work to do.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna smut #ukai keishin #ukai x reader #ukai smut #SEE WHAT I DID THERE #froggy scribbles

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sansxreaderbraindump · 8 months

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#3 "Unkillable bug" (Errorsansxreader fanfic idea)

Fanfic Idea: CP. (Computer Program) Reader is a computer program helper that helps outside players remove Bugs, viruses, and computer issues. You were made to help people how they wanted to be helped. You were placed in a void to do your job, your void is a safe zone for any natural outsiders. You don't let dangerous entities or any "bad sanses" in your void, only natural people can go in. CP. reader is very clean looking (they dislike being touched like error) they wear all white formal dress/suit to look "professional." You are a bit apathic sometimes but emotional aware of other people. CP. reader likes to organize and keep E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G clean! (they are a full on perfectionist, if anything that doesn't feel right. they will spent hours fixing it if they had too. and they kinda have a big ego when it comes to being perfect. Soooo CP. reader and error relationship, you guys didn't like each other but only for a while. Error just crashed in your void unintentionally while you, floating in midair, were helping with a client. you didn't notice him or hear him (you can't hear anyone, only you can hear the clients so you can focus more.) he tried to get out but to no avail, he couldn't get out so he tried to call out to you, but you couldn't hear him so he used a different method. Error decided delete your hologram, you were very surprised by the crash. You've never had any difficulties with a client, hearing a glitched voice calling out to you. you turned around to see a virus, you were impressed and a bit pissed off to see the "Au destroyer" in your void and he ruined your work. you wanted to delete him from your void but turns out it doesn't work and he wasn't happy with your little attempt. so you guys fought till the both of you realized.. You can't kill each other for some reason; so you proceeded to kick him out of the void. you were upset when you gone back to recreate your hologram to see a unhappy review from a player. it damaged your ego so you begin searching for error to confront him about how he gone into your void and you eventually found him. knowing you guys can't kill each other, you and error argued till you left frustrated. Months went by since the incident, everything was fine till THE X EVENT HAPPENED. it interfered with your work and it seems you and error keep on meeting over and over again.. funni tags: (enemies to annoyances to friends to lovers) (Reader is a Perfectionist) (you and error acting like a old married couple moments) (awkward first dating moments) (angst with fluff) (this takes place in underverse idk what part I'm working on it) (non canon and canon scenes) (Reader and error: I HOPE YOU FUCKING KILL YOURSELF! *10 mins later* error to reader: so uhhh you wanna watch Undernovela with me?) (Long ass slowburn like PLEASE KISS EACH OTHER ALREADY! *COUGHS*) (you are the only person that error tolerates to touch) (because you are very clean like mr clean type of clean) (you probably smell like laundry detergent tbh) (first kiss) (....maybe make out AHAHAH /J....unless... ⚆_⚆)

#sans x reader #sans au x reader #error sans #errortale #error x reader #error sans x reader

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rpgchoices · 4 months

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How to romance Marazhai (mainly dom!Rogue Trager focused)

First of all, I need to send a thousand thanks to @pjenn @chonker-chan @wretchedelights and @milleart because without their comments, suggestions, warnings and guides I would have not been able to successfuly romance Marazhai as dom!RT. Also a thousand thanks to reddit user u/TohnoRin who also helped me fix the romance.

for an in detail guide on the flags this romance has, and how to avoid bugs and get the ideal ending please check wretchedelights post at this link!

Jan/2024 his romance is currently slightly bugged if you play as a dom!RT. I will update this in the future.

CHAPTER 2 (meeting Marazhai)

While I do not know if other options would also end up in romacne/recruitment, I made sure to choose the answers that were not "I will kill you" (or maybe he would have loved that).

Options and dialogue from act 2 is fromt he Marazhai romance playthrough 1/? post to the 7/?, and you can find them at this tag: Marazhai romance chapter 2.

The quest to meet him the first time is called "Blades in the Void".

CHAPTER 3 (recruiting Marazhai)

In the playthrough tags it is from n 8/? to n 20/?, all tagged Marazhai romance chapter 3. Plus, I did not have some scenes in this chapter so I posted them separately: Argenta and Heinrix about Marazhai; Marazhai's killing blow quest.

Before starting the chapter

Effectively, the chapter is triggered by the point of no return in chapter 2, which is Yrliet asking you to look into a lost ship. The quest is named "Following Breadcrumbs" and at this point just know that whatever characters you bring they will be the only characters with you in chapter 3.

In particular, if you have two between: Ulfar, Heinrix and Argenta, you will unlock some extra dialogue with Marazhai and will have to defend your recruitment of him. Given Ulfar is recruited in chapter 3, you should bring at least one between Argenta and Heinrix. Also, Ulfar needs to be recruited before Marazhai in this case.

Chapter 3 starts with your kidnapping. You will have to find all your companions but one (in a separate map) before your first fight in the Arena. After your first fight in the Arena, you can access Tarvantias' Anatomical Opera where you can recruit Ulfar, find one of your missing companions (for me was Cassia) and talk to Marazhai. Marazhai is on an elevated platform, right from Tarvantias. Here you can ask him to join you.

Recruiting Marazhai

Next is the Arena fight where, if you were successful, Marazhai will join your side, and this is where you recruit him. Back at The Pit you can chat with him and your companions.

Make sure to choose "you intrigue me" when he asks you why you decided to recruit him.

Sub/dom choices unlocked

Chapter 3 is the one that has the messy dom/sub flags, at least until Jan 2024, hopefully it will be fixed later. This means that if you want to be a Dom!RogueTrader you need to choose to sub-adjacent options (in particular at the Pit allow him to grab your chin, and later allow him to use the agoniser on you). If you want to have your character be submissive, then choose the dominant options. In any case, you will be able to change these values with Toybox mod.

The Spire

Once you are out of the streets you can get to the Spire. In my list of playthrough I missed a scene (I did not look for it and did not get the Killing Blow quest), but it seems like it did not change my game or romance.

Here Marazhai will also asks you to stop by and grab something of his (the agoniser, which is on the last floor of the map, the same where his sister is located). I can't confirm but I also read online that picking this up seems to be fundamental to unlock the romance. After you kill his sister, this is the end of Chapter 3.

CHAPTER 4 (romance)

Here is the full playthrough of chapter 4.

Back to the Voidship! This is also where the romance starts. From this point on, the dom/sub flags are correct so you can choose the correct dialogue options.

If you activate on toybox the chance to see dialogues flags and consequences it will be pretty easy, as you can see the tag for "ascension". This is basically an approval meter, the higher it is the more likely to get his true romance ending.

The order of the romance is:

1) In voidship, dialogue with Marazhai, ask him why he needed the services of Tarvantias.

2) First voidship warp jump, you will get news that Marazhai is on a rampage. Go to him, try to break him free from the demonette (I used persuasion, Yrliet's help and coercion) and then warn him of her attack.

3) The post fight dialogue has the romance trigger. Choose between giving him free hunting range (Sub!RT) or giving him a limited area (no dom/sub points but the only option for Dom!RT).

4) Go talk to him back in the bridge of the ship and he will give you the quest "Shards of Tempest".

5) Two jumps or more from this point, there will be a cut scene with him asking you to kill together. The sub!RT option is asking him to guide you; the dom!RT option is to tell him to ask properly and in this case if you did things correctly he won't complain and won't be annoyed with you. With dom!RT, he will just kneel and ask you to join him.

6) Go along with his murderous desires. Just know that for now the aftermath bed scene is sub!RT coded even if you have the correct dom!RT flags, it's okay! Also try to kiss him, I have been told it leads to a later scene!

7) Now you can do his personal quests. While the quest is pretty vague and open, the real quest is three rumors: Suspicious Ships (in Langrenn's Belt), Xenos Skirmish (in Orsellio Prophecy, the planet is Arid World), Fall of Santiel's Pride (in Nolla Septum). You will get fights (ex. clear the Nolla Septum planet and the Drukhari ships) or dialogue options where you can send Marazhai. Do not worry if the rumors don't clear, for me only the Fall one cleared as completed.

8) Go back to the bridge of the ship and you should have a cut scene where Marazhai gives you a gift. Accept one of the three gift options, and then use it accordingly to the role chosen (don't mix it up!), I am playing dom!RT and I chose to use a torture device on him, he was very happy. There is no dialogue difference between the three gifts, only the description.

9) At this point you can proceed with the main quest.

10) If everything goes well, you will get some ascension points (this will give you true romance at the end) and dominant (or submission) points through the main quest (be cruel, eat the brain, re-establish your dominance or submission role when he tests you)

11) After the main quest (the siege) you will get the branding scene. Remember to follow your role! I am playing as dom!RT so I branded him and he was pretty happy.

12) Talk to him on the bridge for some extra dialogue (he flaunts the mark).

CHAPTER 5 (ending)

Chapter 5 videos of the playthrough are here. (to be posted soon)

Chapter 5 is very short so it is almost impossible to miss Marazhai's tempest quest. Visit the few planets around you and you will see some Drukhari ships. Marazhai's old kabal will want to meet him so invite them on the ship.

If you are playing as dom!RT you can get more ascension points (this is for the true romance) by re-establishing your role. Do not be afraid to humiliate Marazhai in front of his people, he wants that and will be disappointed if you do not remind him of his place.

Follow the quest and go to the trap and kill Marazhai's old kabal. This is the final quest for him. I know there are other endings, so I am sure there is a way to make Marazhai into an archon, but for me I had no chance to.

At this point you will get his ascension scene. You will get this scene if you accumulated enough ascension points by re-establishing your roles (these are more or less "approval" points). The scene will start with Marazhai asking you for a bigger feast (murderous killings!).

If you refuse you will lose precious ascension points. If you accept you might have to kill one of your advisors. There is an iconoclast option so I suppose there might be a dogmatic or heretic one, and if you choose that you can reign in Marazhai and make him kill only on a limited side of the ship (the iconoclast option tho is very dom!Marazhai at the moment).

After, you will get him declaring his loyalty and affection for you!!

If you tried to kiss him before, remember to pretend to want to break things off so he will desperately pleade and you can actually kiss him:

(remember that you can add ascension points with toybox if needed).

This is the end of his romance, if everything goes well by the epilogue you will have a slide where it is said that Marazhai is often by your side and you have an unbreakable bond!

#rogue trader #marazhai #guide #marazhai romance #sub!marazhai #mine #rogue trader romance

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builtbybrokenbells · 9 months

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11 with Danny pleaseee! <3

Prompt list here

Person A noticing person B is getting overwhelmed and helping them out.

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting and I’m so sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!! ♥️

“God dammit!” You exclaimed over the sound of shattering glass. The small crystals that once formed a dinner plate dramatically scattered themselves across the floor, taunting you as you felt the heat of embarrassment begin to embellish your cheeks. Tears of frustration started to prickle your eyes and you looked down over your still full hands at the mess below you. It was no comfort when the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, making you clamber to the sink and quickly place the rest of the dishes down safely.

“Bug?” The familiar voice that usually sounded with comfort cut through you like a knife. You placed your hands on the edge of the counter to support your weight as you felt the tears slowly spill over your burning cheeks. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I…” you began, feeling your lip quiver at the thought of him worrying about you. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just slipped out of my hand, is all. Don’t worry about it.” You finished, your statement coming out much stronger than you thought it would.

“It’s okay, I’ll grab a broom.” He offered.

“No, it’s okay, Danny. Go back to the living room, I can clean it up. I made the mess, anyway.” You sighed, lifting your hand to your face and wiping away the mess of mascara that was surely there. The last thing you wanted was to distract him from the company he had been so excited to have over.

He’d been talking about this specific Friday night for weeks. After months of nonstop meetings, recording, and bouts of touring, he was looking forward to finally having a day where him and his band mates weren’t required to do anything at all. The plans were set in stone, all but carved into the wall in scripture with the way he’d been radiating excitement over it, and you were more than happy to go along with them. You loved company, and you loved Danny, so it was almost blasphemy for you to have any ill feelings about a night like such. That would be true if this Friday were a normal Friday, but it had been anything but normal, so far.

When you woke, you had the intent of cleaning the house in preparation for a fun weekend of absolutely nothing, which was exactly what you and Danny wanted. When you crawled out of bed, you left him sleeping peacefully with no urge to wake him any time soon. When you walked downstairs to start your deep cleaning, you noticed a puddle of water by the sink. A pipe had sprung a leak throughout the night, and although it wasn’t a huge mess or a difficult fix, it was a poor way to start the day. You cleaned it, patched it, and were able to forget it ever happened before Danny even woke for the day. No harm, nor foul. You continued on like normal, mindlessly picking away at the other tasks on your to-do list. When it came time to run to the store and pick up all of the items you needed, you went to your car only to find you had locked your keys inside it the night before. After a moment of panic, you retrieved the spare set once you remembered they existed.

The store was fine, it had everything you needed, which was a huge relief. Things seemed like they were starting to look up until you got back in your car to drive home. That was when you noticed the gas gauge was threatening empty. You made it to the nearest gas station on fumes, and dropped your phone in the parking lot. It cracked the screen, but thankfully, it still worked. On a normal day, one or two of the inconveniences would not have fazed you at all. But, all four in the span of a morning seemed a bit excessive, leaving you cursing the universe for a few brief moments. When you got home, you vowed to brighten your spirits and put on a smile, more worried about ruining Danny’s mood than fixing your own. By the time you got back, he had gotten out of bed, but was sitting at the kitchen table with sleep still laced in his expression and a cup of coffee much too small to fix his months worth of sleep deprivation.

The sight of him alone was enough to warm your heart, to patch up any lingering wounds from the mornings unexpected happenings. You two cleaned together, talked, and shared excitement over the night that was bound to be good. But, you always failed to realize that pressure was not how a night full of good memories was made, and it inevitably caught up to you. By the time the boys arrived, dinner was not finished and you still had a mental list of things you wished you could have completed. You shooed Danny and his band mates away to allow them some much needed rest and relaxation while you bustled to cover your trail of chores that you hadn’t yet gotten done. You should have known that rushing wouldn’t get you anywhere, but in attempt to sit down faster, you had forgotten about the tray of cookies you threw in the oven after dinner was taken out to cool.

With the smell of burnt cookies lingering in the air, you couldn’t even seem to enjoy the meal you’d made, leaving you antsy to get up and away from everyone. As soon as the plates were cleared, you ushered everyone off once again, to have fun and drink while you did the dishes. In the midst of burying yourself in cleanup, you had tried to cut a corner and pile the dishes in your arms to make one trip to the sink. It worked well at first, but ultimately the top plate slipped, leading into the exact situation you found yourself in, now.

“Just because it’s your mess doesn’t mean I can’t help.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Before you could protest, he had slipped away and was off to find a broom. The crushing guilt of making him work on a much needed day off was overwhelming. You had tried so hard all day to make sure he didn’t have to do anything extraneous, and now he was stuck helping you while his best friends were laughing in the other room. Within minutes, he was back, sweeping up the glass with the utmost of caution, sure to not miss even a sliver. “Take your slippers off, make sure there’s none stuck to the bottom of them.” He said, finally looking up and noticing that you hadn’t yet moved from your position. “Hey,” he said, dumping the mess of shattered plate into the garbage bin. He discarded the broom, less worried about damage control, and most worried about you.

You felt his hand on your back. It was large, warm, and radiated love just with a simple touch. He gently turned you to face him, immediately noticing the puffy eyes and red nose. He lifted your chin, softly guiding you to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed, not only embarrassed over the mess you had made, but embarrassed for crying over a broken plate.

“No apologies needed.” He whispered, the corners of his lips upturning into a small, reassuring smile. “No need to cry over a broken plate, and no need to feel bad about anything.” He leaned down, placing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered closed, grateful that you had someone so willing to give you so much love, all of the time. “You need to take a break. You’ve been running around all day.” He said, his thumb drifting over your cheek as he spoke. “I should have helped more.”

“No, it’s okay.” You assured him. “Just tried to do too much at once, I promise I’m okay.”

“You’re overwhelmed, bug. You could’ve hurt yourself, and nobody wants that.” He said, pulling you into a hug. With your face pressed into his chest, you finally felt the tension that had been building all day come to a sudden halt. You held on to him tighter than you ever had before, surrounding yourself in him. He seemed to make everything better without even having to try.

“Ijustwantedyoutohaveagoodday.” The words were jumbled, barely audible due to your face being smooshed into his chest. He let out a chuckle, pulling back slightly to give you a chance to speak. “I just wanted you to have a good day,” you sighed, repeating yourself so he could hear you. “You’ve been working so hard, and you were so excited to just relax today, and I wanted to make sure you got that. I didn’t want to bother you, or anything.” The look he gave you surpassed shock.

“Bother me?” He asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Never.” He shut the idea down before it could grow into anything more. “And I did have a good day, y/n. Still am. You know why?”

“Why?” You answered, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because of you.” He said, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I get to wake up to you every morning, so every day is good. And the only way I have a really good day is when I know you’re okay, too.” You felt your eyes brimming with tears again, but not from the overwhelming amount of work you had piled on yourself; it was because of how loved he made you feel. “I want you to ask for help when you need it. I’d rather work hard together for twenty minutes instead of you getting overwhelmed while trying to do it all yourself.”

“I love you,” you said, finally feeling a smile creep up on you.

“I love you.” He said, more sure of those three words than anything else in the world. “Now it’s your turn to relax. Have a glass of wine, sit down, laugh for a while.”

“I only have a few more things to do, I promise I’ll come join in a minute.”

“Ah,” he warned, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes, but ultimately knew that there was no point in arguing.

“Fine.” You agreed. A triumphant smile graced his lips as he leaned down for a kiss. When his lips met yours, all of your stress melted away almost instantly. He was reluctant to pull away, so when he did, he stole another quick peck before straightening up.

“I’ll do the dishes tomorrow, and you can stay in bed all day, if you want. From now on, tonight’s about cheering you up.” He said.

“Danny-“

“Hey!” He cut you off, a chuckle following the sharp word. “Making sure you’re okay is exactly how I want to spend my night. When you’re happy, I’m happy.” Your heart swelled with affection for the boy in front of you. He raised an eyebrow, anticipating your answer. You let out a giggle, but nodded in agreement. “Seriously, take those slippers off, though. Just in case.”

“Oh, yeah.” You said, quickly shuffling out of them and leaving them where they were. He turned to the fridge, opening it and quickly locating a bottle of wine. He flashed it to you, paired with a smile that was sweeter than sugar, hoping for a stamp of approval. When you reached out to grab it, he knew you were feeling better.

You joined his side, reaching for his hand as he closed the fridge front. “Don’t ever be scared to ask for help, okay?” You gave a curt nod, knowing that you should have said something much sooner. “I love you.” He repeated it again, just to make sure you knew.

“I love you, too.” But it was impossible not to know it. He showed it in every word, action, and expression. Danny radiated love, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the whole world, because you were the one who got to receive it.

danny is so boyfriend and literally for WHAT.?

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iheart-alastor · 2 months

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hi! can i request vox x nerdy reader?? preferably male reader but gn is fine too!

thank you, take care of yourself!! :3

Awh thank you take care of yourself too! And thanks for the ask anon❤

Vox x Male!Nerdy reader

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝐕𝒐𝒙'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕'𝒔

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"Vox sir I don't think making your angelic security cost 5k hell bucks is really that great!" You said while walking besides him with your clipboard in hand "oh and whys that y/n?"He said in annoyed tone "well you see sir if the sinners want protection from the angels there would be a lot of people willing to buy the product so I say you leave either at 1k and see how it goes sir" you say while checking your clipboard to see if he had any meetings for the day you looked up to see vox chuckle before patting your head "oh you are one smart assistant, well then we will make the product low. For now at least" the two of you stop outside of his office door before he opened it and went to sit at his desk with many tv screens watching that hotel. Vox sits at his desk and began to think about what to do "Y/n have I got anymore meetings for today?" He says while you focus your eyes on the camera pointing at that hazbin hotel he sighed before snapping his fingers in your face to get your attention "earth to y/n have I got anymore meetings" his voice became glitchy before it went back to normal "No sir, but the producers of need the new tv you made fixing as his has a bug in the system causing them to break easily making people want refunds" you said while checking the clipboard before hearing a loud sigh come from vox "ah great well if you may can you help me check the program system for the glitch it will be faster that way so you can have the rest of the day off"he says in a clearly annoyed tone trying not to upset him you agree " Sure sir you don't have any more meetings or podcasts for the day so we could spend the rest of the day on it anyway" he chuckled before ruffling up your short trimmed hair

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Hours had past and you was helping vox check the program system in his new VoxTv to see what the issue was although you was starting to get tired you pushed through it until vox felt pressure on his shoulder he looked at you to find you asleep he smiled at you softly and picked you up minding his sharp claws he carried you to your bedroom and tucked you into bed and placed a kiss on your forehead before walking out your room and closing the door quietly to keep you asleep. You woke up the next morning to find yourself in your bed

You had remembered how you fell asleep last night so you put the dots together knowing vox took you to bed

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𝑰𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕!

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #male reader

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animentality · 3 months

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You can ignore this if you want, as it’s not necessarily of your interest. I just had to complain somewhere outside the echo chamber of my mutuals and you’re a reasonable person.

The change they made for Gale devalues his entire companion quest. It is a roleplaying game, and sometimes you have to make decisions and sacrifices in an epic story to get something you want.

And if you want Gale in your party, you have to “put up with” giving him like a maximum of 3 magical items for the first arc. Are you truly bothered by it, you can pick him up a little later and then just go and meet Elminster. And then he is out of your hair for the rest of the game. There is an abundance of magical items in the Baldur’s Gate 3 universe. Not to mention that most magical gear you find in arc 1 will be out-levelled quickly as hell anyway. But having to be Oh So Kind and give him the scraps of your loot is too much?

Then get someone else in your party ig. You can literally respec anyone into a wizard if you need that so desperately for arc 1. Sell the useless magic crap that doesnt fit any of your builds and you have the money.

But it was so annoying that Larian had to make it optional.

(And i admit that either my game bugged a lot, or there was/is a need to gently alter his programmed behaviour as to not run away the second you ask him to wait once (happened twice for me, but i suspect its a bug from what ive seen) and that can be annoying. But giving him a reasonable condition for staying is not bad. And idk how he acts outside of the party, but I would guess you have to deal even less with that if he’s just at camp for the first arc.)

No, I fully agree.

And I say this as someone who didn't like Gale initially. Not so much for the magical items thing, but more because every time he died, he'd leak necrotic all over me.

But Larian making the companions nicer in general, like...let them be toxic?

It makes them more interesting.

More real. Of course Lae'zel is going to be rude, she's been trained to be a cold and heartless warrior. Of course Gale is going to be rude, he will die without magical items, and he has a chronic condition that leaves him in pain most of the time?

Like don't change these things, short of fixing weird bugs, of course, just because you think the players don't like certain characterizations.

Stick to your guns!!

Also feel free to whine about anything in my inbox! I love a good whine. I love when people actually engage critically with media they like.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #dark urge #enver gortash #durgetash

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 9 months

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General HCs on what is like to be Black Mask's parnter? And the man himself too? Thanks <3

Black Mask Romance and General HCs

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. Time to brush your man up and out of the dumpster, friend!

TW: Unhealthy/controlling romance dynamics, BDSM, violence, smut

Trust Issues. Roman had a lot of things happen as a kid due to parental neglect and was constantly made to "toughen up" via double crossing or outright emotional abuse by his family. Then his previous partner abandoned him after he went to the criminal life. He has SO MANY trust issues that you'll either double cross him, poison him, something or other-

It feeds into a controlling nature he has concerning everything: Business, the underworld and now you! He wants to know where you are at all times, about your friends, your family. He's not such an asshole that he would tell you who to see and not see, but he has ways of making you unavailable if he decides he doesn't like someone...

Other people NEED to know that you are his. I briefly touched on this in the general kink post, but he would do the 24/7 BDSM aligned Master/sub dynamic with you in a collar if you were down. Public sex and fondling where his goons or underworld powers could see. If there's no collars, he's definitely marking you up. If you let his ego get away with cockwarming during a meeting, he'll do it. Honestly, if you don't set hard boundaries, he can and will get degrading during sex. Depends on if that does it for you!

If you DO set boundaries, though, he will respect them. Might take you telling him you're serious, but he will. Especially once he's fond of you and it's not just about sex. You potentially getting done with his shit and leaving is a threat he doesn't take lightly.

If there is any aftercare that needs to be done, he'll take you somewhere privately and make sure you're taken care of. It's probably one of the few instances you'll see a truly softer side where he's genuine, sincere and gentle. He knows the importance of fixing his things after breaking them down.

On more of a relationship standpoint, you'll be well taken care of with him. Nice clothes, fancy shit, but a strict budget on what you can ask for. And don't expect him to slip just for a pretty face. He used to work in cosmetics, he's seen beauty- it's fucking worthless and can disappear in an instant.

Be ready to be cool and collected when he loses his temper, something that happens more often than not. He'll throw things, knock goons on their ass, pull out a gun and threaten people- not you, doll, these FUCKING knuckleheads- he might fire a shot for proof into the ceiling. Hope you aren't prone to anxiety or anything!

That anger and rage does sometimes translate into the bedroom which can lead to some pretty passionate rough sex. You'll be sore after but by god, he'll make sure you're satisfied.

If anyone ever tries to fuck with you, they'll end up a bloody puddle. He'll make them suffer and let you watch and participate if you really want. If not, he's more than happy to have his fun on his own.

There's only a few things that are soft spots in terms of his life: His father, his mistake at Janus Cosmetics that caused hundreds of women to be disfigured and the failure of said company after, and his face under the mask. Don't ask about his face under the mask. As far as he's concerned, the ebony wood-metal combo skull mask that covers his whole head IS his face. You can see the outline of his burned lips just under the "teeth" of the death's head skull. He carved it from his father's casket and it became fused to his flesh after a fire during his first true criminal outing against Bruce Wayne/Batman. Sore subject.

You'll likely get caught up in his criminal business one way or another. Either to earn his trust in some way or by accident because uh hey babe, I don't mean to bug you but I'm kind of prison again-

Overall, it's never a boring time dating Black Mask.

#black mask #black mask x reader #foxwriting #smut #I went more romance/relationship in this vs background but i tried to sprinkle stuff in there #certain things i didn't stray too far from comics such as the carved mask because lets be real that's metal as fuck #we're not giving this man rabies though #roman sionis

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kasienda · 4 months

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Bend the World Around It - Ch 1: Tell Me It Was Real

Written for @marimbles for the Little Bugs' Secret Santa. Inspired by @blur0se's Jubilation post.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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Chapter 1: Tell Me It Was Real

“Tell me it was real.”

She can’t look at him. She can barely stand the pain in his voice. She definitely can’t face it.

“It wasn’t.”

He shakes his head, and turns to her - his eyes swirling in their intensity. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Tell me that you were there. We were there together, having the same dream.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. She wants to lie to him. She needs to lie to him.

But she can’t.

Lying would be like it never happened. But it did happen. And if it’s all they get to have, she wants him to know it.

“I think we were having the same dream,” she whispers, unable to meet his eyes.

“We got married? Had four kids?”

She nods.

He sucks in a breath. “That means… you want it too.”

“I…” but she still can’t lie to him. “We can’t,” she says instead.

“Why not?!” he asks, but his voice cracks. He’s crying.

She’s crying too.

“Because… because when we did the world ended.”

“What?”

“When you and I got together, we lost and the world ended.”

…

No. He can’t – he can’t believe that.

“How do you know that?”

“I saw it. Bunnyx pulled me to another time, you knew my name, and the world was… gone, and I had to fix it. You told me our love destroyed the world, and she told me we couldn’t know each other’s identities.”

He stares at her. “So then, that’s it? We love each other and it doesn’t matter?”

He doesn’t know why this hurts more than not having his feelings returned.

“L-Love is a weakness,” she says. She won’t even look at him.

“Love is a strength,” he bites back.

“Chaton,” she says gently. “You almost cataclysmed a person. A victim .”

His right hand – his cataclysm hand – tightens into a fist. He knows that, as a hero with the power of destruction, he needs to put everyone else first, and he definitely never wants to hurt anyone. But he’s tired of always having to sacrifice everything he wants. He’s been doing that his whole life.

Except it’s Ladybug who is crying. Not him. Tears silently slip down her cheek, unacknowledged and it kills him. He never wants to make her cry even if his own heart is breaking.

He’s being selfish. She’s hurting too. She has to give up their love, their marriage, their shared life just as much as he does. And on top of that, she has to be the strong one to make sure nothing happens between them now in the real world.

He slumps down, ashamed. He won’t make her do this alone.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“Honestly? I get it. I wanted to cataclysm him, too.”

“Or at least the alarm clock,” he says, smiling.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna hate alarm clocks even more now!”

He laughs. “Me too, M’lady.”

Sunday mornings had always been his favorite, where they lingered in bed together for hours.

But those Sundays never happened.

He needs to get over it.

“You shouldn’t love me,” he tells her.

She laughs. It’s a watery laugh. “Oh trust me, I have tried not loving you. I’ve tried to give up on love entirely. I’m really bad at it.”

He slips his hand into hers. She doesn’t pull away. Her fingers curl around his as they have countless times before and as they never have before.

“I love you, too,” he says.

She squeezes his hand.

Maybe the dream wasn’t real, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

Not for them.

…

Going back to his room feels like taking a dozen steps backwards.

He thought he was free of this place, free of schedules and expectations. Free of his father.

What does it say about his relationship with his father that the man didn’t feature in his dream at any point?

He knows Ladybug introduced him to her parents, though he can’t picture them now. Her parents had come to their wedding, but he hadn’t even wanted to invite his father.

His room has always felt like a prison, but today, it feels a hundred times more lonely. It’s too quiet, and too big.

And missing his family.

His face falls into his hands and he shakes silently. Plagg curls up onto his shoulder and purrs.

Adrien’s glad he’s there. He doesn’t want to be alone.

But it’s not enough. No where close to enough.

Adrien cries harder.

…

Marinette goes home. It doesn’t feel like home anymore, but she doesn’t know where else to go. She offers her parents a bright smile that fades the instant she turns the corner up the stairs. She can’t tell them what happened.

She doesn’t call Alya either. Alya would listen, she knows. Alya would cry with her, too. But her dream feels too special to share. At least this soon.

She lays down to sleep, but she can’t get comfortable. The pillow is all wrong and the comforter isn’t warm. She tosses and she turns, until she throws the blankets off in frustration.

She knows what the problem is. It’s that he’s not there. She falls asleep to the sound of his breathing, to the warmth of his body laying beside her now.

Her body has forgotten how to fall asleep without him there.

Which is ridiculous . She slept in this bed yesterday .

Except yesterday feels like three years ago.

She lets out a heavy sigh.

Tikki’s head pops up from her usual place on Marinette’s pillow.

“Are you okay, Marinette?”

Marinette shrugs. “Not really, but I don’t understand. It wasn’t real.”

Tikki shakes her head. “Marinette, Daizzi shows you your true heart’s desire. That’s not something that’s easy to just let go or forget.”

“I miss him,” she admits, clutching her Chat doll to her chest.

“Then tell him.”

She blinks back the burn behind her eyes. “But we can’t!”

“You can, Marinette. Nothing can stop you from loving each other.”

“But the whole world ended!”

“Sounds to me that resulted more from you knowing each other’s names than from loving each other. Chat Noir is right. Love is a strength.”

“But how can we have a life together if we don’t know each other’s name?!”

“I don’t know, Marinette. How did you have a life together… for three years, you said?”

Marinette nods. Three years! They had three years together that no one else could remember.

“How did you have a life together without knowing each other’s names?”

“It was a dream, Tikki. The world bent around it.”

“So bend the world around it.”

…

She thought she could wait until the next day to see him. But she only lasts two hours. She has no idea where he is, how he’s feeling, if he’s okay. She can’t call him either because he’s probably not transformed. How did she ever stand not being able to contact him at any time? She doesn’t remember!

She transforms and goes for a run. She ends up in their spot, overlooking the entire city. Little blinking lights below fill the horizon as far as she can see. It’s a beautiful sight. She wants to appreciate it, but she doesn’t.

If she didn’t have to protect an entire city, an entire world, would she and Chat Noir be able to be together?

She’s barely surprised when he lands next to her in a crouch not six minutes later. He takes a seat beside here - he sits so close - far closer than he would have dared only a day before.

She reaches for his hand immediately. Their fingers interlace together easily, naturally. It’s just what they do now. What they did for three years.

“What’s wrong, m’lady?”

She stares at their interlaced hands.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she admits.

“Why?”

“I’m just… not used to sleeping alone anymore.”

His fingers tighten around hers.

“I couldn’t stand being back inside my room at all,” he says.

“What are we going to do?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” he says. “But we’ll figure it out together.”

…

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Heyo I love ur fics! For the bingo card can you do Connor with amnesia?

A/n: I’ve had such a bad time tryna get off this sleep schedule…Hope you all enjoy <3

Summary: Connor gets a bug from an update and you take him to cyberlife to see whats wrong.

Warnings: one no-no word

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You watched nervously as Connors LED flickered red. He blinked and a smile settled on his face, “Hello! I’m Connor, the android sent by cyberlife.”

You frowned and looked at Hank, “when did this happen?”

“I dunno,” he groaned, “last night he was going on boutta upgrade, and the next thing I know he’s talking about the deviant case.”

Your leg began bouncing, “maybe we should take him to Cyberlife. There might be other androids who’ve had this… reset?”

“Yeah,” he began, “I gotta get to work, can you take him?”

“Sure,” you looked at the android who was sitting on the couch with a passive smile. “Let’s go Connor.”

He looked at Hank who sighed and nodded, “Alright y/n, let's go.”

You began the walk to Cyberlife in silence. “So y/n, how did you and lieutenant Anderson meet?”

“You already-” you sputtered, “I um, used to babysit Cole.”

“Cole?”

“His son.”

“I didn’t see a child there.”

You glared at him, “let's drop the topic. Do you remember anything about last night? I mean an update can’t fully wipe your memory…”

“There’s nothing in my memory storage from before this morning.”

You bit your lip and thought for a second, “Well let's hope Cyberlife fixes that.” He nodded. “Also, I need to prep you for when you enter.”

“Why? I’ve come from Cyberlife.”

“Well it’s different now, it’s been two years and Androids run it.”

“Androids? Have the deviants taken over?” He asked, grabbing your arm and pulling you to a stop.

You tried not to laugh, “the tower maybe-”

“Are you sure we should go in then?” his LED turned yellow.

“Connor,” you rested your hands on his arms, “you have nothing to worry about, before what happened you were a deviant too-”

“I would never be a deviant!” he said harshly, pulling away from you.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you frowned, “I liked you better as a Deviant anyway.”

“You’re lying,” he muttered, “I self-test regularly-”

“ ‘so I know what I am and what I am not’ save me the speech,” you grabbed his hand, “we’re going to Cyberlife to fix you and you’re not going to do anything that’ll ruin your ‘Deviant friendly’ image alright?”

As he looked at you his LED returned to blue, “alright.” You hummed, not trusting him, and continued down the street.

The two of you finally made it to the doors of the building, “are you gonna be on your best behavior?”

His LED flashed yellow, “yes,” he was lying. You rolled your eyes and led his past the doors. As he entered he visibly tensed, he knew all the Androids he was seeing were deviants.

When he stopped walking you turned and grabbed his hand, “c’mon,” you muttered.

You led him to the elevator and punched in the code you were given, “we’re going to meet with the leader, you two are friends so don’t try anything.” He nodded, still looking forward. You noticed that he began to furrow his eyebrows, “everything okay?”

He glanced at you and returned to staring ahead, “yes y/n.” You could tell something was bothering him but you decided not to push it, it was clear he didn’t trust you.

The elevator doors opened and Markus was leaning on a desk, talking to North. She gave you a dirty look as Markus smiled, “Hello, is there something I can do?”

You forced a smile and began walking toward him, “Hello, I was wondering if there were any androids that have memory issues? Last night Connor had tried to install some kind of update and it seems like he reset or something?” You gestured at the android who was still standing next to the elevator. He began to walk toward you, LED yellow as he processed everything in the room and some.

“Yes, we’ve had a few reports but they all were temporary,” he said, walking to you, mimicking Connor’s movements, “you might have to jog his memory if it takes too long.”

You smiled, genuinely grateful for his advice, “thank you!” You turned to Connor, about to say something when you felt Markus’ hand on your wrist. You turned back, wondering if you cut him off too soon. Before you could ask Connor’s hand wrapped around Markus’ wrist, LED flashing red as he acted before thinking.

Markus smirked and released you, “I wish you luck y/n.” You pressed your lips together and nodded. You grabbed Connor and headed to the elevator.

Once its doors shut you muttered, “I thought I told you to keep appearances.”

“You did.”

You frowned, “are you okay? You sorta lost it back there.”

“I’m fine,” he muttered closing his eyes. He kept them closed until you reached the ground floor. He stormed out of the elevator, not looking to see if you were following him. You almost had to run to match his pace as he charged to some unknown destination.

“Connor,” you called, he seemed to be in a trance, he kept going, “Connor stop!” you tried again. He didn’t listen and kept walking. When he finally stopped you felt like collapsing. “What the fuck was that about?” He let his head drop, his shoulders heaving with each pant. Curiously you placed a hand on his cheek, seeing how much he was overheating. You didn’t expect him to lean into your touch and just as soon as you noticed, he pulled away and turned away from you.

“I couldn’t contact Amanda,” he huffed, “something’s wrong.”

You snorted, “yeah, isn’t that because you deviated…?”

“I’ve never deviated,” he said, adjusting his tie.

“You did when they tried to get you to kill their leader, Markus.”

“If I don’t remember deviating did I ever?”

“It’s not like trees falling. You broke through your programming, even if you forgot that you did, it's not like it would re-manifest itself.”

He paused, deep in thought, “tell me to do something.”

“What?”

“Command me”

“You’d only do it because you wanted to.”

“Try it-”

“It wouldn’t work.”

“y/n, please…”

You chewed on your lip, “stand on the railing.”

He looked at the railing then at you, “that’s too easy.”

“Then do it.”

“It’s not registering as a command, try something else.”

“It’s not registering as a command because you don’t need to follow commands.” He leaned against the railing, wanting to have to climb on top of it. He groaned and crouched down. You crouched beside him, “when you first deviated, you were scared and confused. You were worried none of the androids would be on your side and you’d be alone.” He looked at you, “but then, as time went on, they came ‘round. You were a great leader, uh co-leader, with Markus. They admired you for how well you interacted with humans and how good you were. And as you realized this, you became more of your goofy confident self.” You placed your hand on his back and smiled, “I like that side of you.”

His brows furrowed together and he looked at you intently. You cleared your throat, “ahem, anyway Markus said something about jogging your memory, and I was thinking we could do something you like…”

He smiled, “well what do I like doing?”

“You like reading, listening to music…” you trailed off, trying to think of something he’d like.

“Have I gone to a Fair?” he asked.

“No, but I’ve got-”

He turned to you, “then we should go!”

“But it won’t jog your memory…”

“Having fun might.”

“Then let’s go!” you said, hooking your arm through his.

He led you to the small fair they had set up in a field. You took him to the games that had the best prizes and he won them of course. You only won five prizes when they realized he was an android and banned him from playing. You tried playing a few but lost.

“Man,” you sighed, I really wanted to get you a prize…”

He smiled, “well you’re funding this whole thing so it’s already like a prize.”

“That’s one way to look at it I guess,” you huffed, pursing your lips.

“Do you have any rides you want to go on?”

“A couple, is it safe for you to join me?”

“No, some of the rides weren’t meant to hold androids,” you frowned, “but we can ride the Ferris wheel before we go.”

“That sounds good!” you smiled. As the two of you boarded the gondola, you arranged the prizes like they were sitting too. The way Connor looked at you didn’t go unnoticed. You sat in silence as the gondola ascended. You went around a few laps before it paused at the top.

“Have you had a good time?” you asked, keeping your eyes trained on the horizon.

“Of course,” he said.

“Remember anything?”

“Everything.”

Your eyes shot to his, “what? Really? When?”

He squirmed, suddenly embarrassed, “uh- when you told me about how I was after I deviated.” You narrowed your eyes at him, “I just wanted you to have a good time today, and if it was too much trouble I can pay you back for it-” he looked at you at the exact moment you could no longer hide your smile, “what?”

“You’re such a dork,” you laughed, “even if you had your memories I’d come here with you!”

He was clearly overheating but he refused to start breathing, “I didn’t think you would…”

“Why not?” The wheel began turning again, it was going to be your turn to get off soon.

“I don’t know…”

“I think you do,” you smirked and leaned forward. He looked at you as his LED spun yellow, “Don’t think too hard now, you might break something.”

“I like you a lot y/n,” he muttered, fidgeting with one of the prizes, “and I didn’t think you liked me back.”

“Didn’t?” you smirked, “I’m glad you know better now.”

“Wait- you-” he sputtered, surprised by your confession.

“Yeah, I was basically singing your praise today and you still didn’t notice?”

His eyes flickered to your lips then down to his lap, “not really. I thought you were encouraging me.”

“I was but I don’t think I’d be that encouraging if I didn’t like you.” Before he could say anything the gondola arrived at the bottom of the wheel. The doors swung open and you grabbed some of the prizes while Connor grabbed the rest. You ordered a couple of cars and walked to the gates.

The first car pulled up, “I’d like to do this again sometime,” Connor said, still a little fidgety.

“Me too,” you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, “see you next time!” He smiled and waved awkwardly as you stepped into the car. He could wait to see you again.

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