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hellisharchive · 26 days

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Hiii!!! I was wondering if you can do headcanons of what kinky/perv stuff that hazbin men (alastor, Lucifer, husk, Adam, val, etc) often do?

Plus I love your Adam fics!/headcanons

Have good day :3

・﹒・ perversions of the soul

Warnings: 18+, sexual scenarios, sexual comments

Pairings: [Separate] Lucifer, Adam, Val, Vox, and Saint Peter [Yall know I couldn't NOT include him, right?]

Notes: Hi, thank you for requesting! Because I don't write for Husk or Alastor won't include them, but I'll include the others! It's purely because I don't know how to write them in this way! I hope that's ok! :D

﹒Lucifer﹒

・He is a thighs man, he will stare at your thighs for hours if you let him. You've caught him so many times looking at your thighs and every time you lightly slap him on the shoulder because you know all he's thinking about is shoving his face in between them.

・He loves to whisper dirty nothings into your ear to make you flustered in public, he lives for your reactions and red face as you try to remain calm. Just seeing your reactions and you slowly growing horny is enough to make him hard alone.

・While that man can fuck good- he revels in giving oral sex to you whenever he can. He loves eating you out and sucking on you until you're cumming over and over again. He thinks you taste absolutely delicious and can't get enough of you. He's cum-drunk in all sense of the word.

﹒Adam﹒

・This man isn't as kinky as you would originally think- but still explores sexually occasionally. However, if you got boobs, he will never get enough of them, and will motorboat them even if Lute is around. If you got a dick, best be ready for random crotch feel-ups at any given moment. If you don't have either/or- he will grab and pinch your ass and even smack it until its red.

・He is big into you moaning, really big into it. It gets him off so easily, one little moan and he's at full mast. His main goal in bed is making you moan as loud as possible and when you do- well, expect to be getting a creampie.

・Loves fangirls/fanguys and if you love him in his band before even personally knowing him, one stop to being given a...private show. He lives to see you get excited for his band and looking down at you from his stage, gives him the biggest serotonin rush (and another kind of rush) that slowly builds up over the course of the night as he gets sweaty and out of breath.

・Valentino・

・Let's be real- what kinks doesn't this man have? There's many to chose from, but if I had to pick one- you being weak and powerless under him is one of his favorites. Watching you be completely at his disposal for any reason is a big yes to him.

・Degredation is another one, oh boy, he loves making you feel like shit at any chance possible. He will tell you that you're a whore, a dirty slut, only good for being fucked by him and him alone.

・He is possesive to the upmost degree and always makes sure to leave his marks all over you so others know that you are his. He always makes sure to parade you around the tower with you by his side so everyone knows not to fuck with you- messing with you or trying to fuck you.

・Semi-public sex is his go-to when he needs a quickie, he loves fucking you in spaces where anyone can walk in and see you two going at it. He doesn't care who sees his body, he thinks it's hot as fuck and makes him even harder inside you if he hears someone walking by.

﹒Vox﹒

・Biggest perv imaginable. Will watch you fuck yourself silly with toys even if he's just a room away. He never stops watching you, and I mean never. He always has to keep a close eye on you to make sure you don't fuck anyone else like Val or some ramdon schmuck off the street.

・Just like Val- he is extremely possessive of what's his and makes it known. He doesn't display it publicly with you around as to not scare you off, but he makes sure every single person in the tower knows not to even touch you.

・He loves getting his dick sucked above everything else, he loves the feeling of your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock swallowing all his cum down your throat. He loves to see you cry as you try to fit it all down, enjoys wiping them away and telling you that you're doing a good job.

﹒Saint Peter﹒

・That man is as innocent as can be what kinks could be possibly have? Well, he has a dirty little secret- one day he discovered that he got hard seeing you with ice cream all over your mouth and imagined it was cum. Naughty I know! Ever since he has not been able to let that thought go and guiltily imagines you sucking on his...

・He always offers you ice cream just to watch you smother it all over your mouth as you eat it and he always acts nervous around you because he oh so badly wants to make his dirty fantasies real. But he can't just avoid you! You always ask why he likes ice cream so much and he simply says that it just tastes good.

・He also would never admit that just you showing attention to him can get him riled up since almost every person that had crossed the gate never payed much attention to him. So when you showed interest in getting to know him and eventually dating him- he was down bad and it makes him act up a little.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #lucifer x reader #vox x reader #saint peter x reader #valentino x reader #saint peter #valentino #vox #lucifer morningstar #adam #lucifer morningstar x reader

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odxrilove · 9 months

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☆ TXT AND THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO ARE

pairing: txt x f!reader

genre: hcs/scenarios, fluff, bsfs/friends2???? ~1.2k :D

a/n: requested by anon! song rec - nouvelle vague by wave to earth.. also big thank u to val pookie @fairybinie for helping me out sm with these scenarios!!! happy birthday poo i hope u had an amazing day and i wish u the best!! love you lots :D

back to masterlist!

☆ YEONJUN

constantly keeping his hand on your waist. such an action may seem futile and unnoticeable considering yeonjun’s the one doing it, but it still makes you confused. yeonjun’s known to be flirty, a literal heartthrob wherever he goes. he’s also very touchy, easily hugging someone or putting his arm around their shoulder. but it’s only truly with you that he lets his hand rest on your hip, finger hooked into one of your jeans’ belt loops.

at first he started doing it at parties, after finding you in the crowd, arms circling your waist to keep you from getting lost in the wave of people. it continued at normal hangouts, laughing alongside his friends as his fingers fiddled with the hem of your top. then it happened when you two were alone, lounging on your couch while watching a movie. there wasn’t anything or anybody he had to protect you from, but he still slid his hand between the backrest and your body until you were practically glued to his side, his arm comfortably holding onto your waist.

you’re not sure why he does it; maybe to show others you’re not available– you are though, or to purposely tease you and make your heart skip a beat– something that already happens a lot in his presence. but one thing you know for sure is, it certainly doesn’t help your already weak heart.

☆ SOOBIN

being oddly protective of you. soobin is the least confrontational person you know, so it didn’t surprise you when he kept his mouth shut as one of your classmates teased him in class. that’s initially how you two became friends, him nursing your wounded fist after you punched the bully right in the nose for calling him a lanky nerd. 5th grade sure was wild. the following years, soobin tried his best to defend you like you defended him back in the day but again, he’s the least confrontational person you know. however, his best friend-instincts took over him when a guy tried to hike up your dress at the graduation party. you nursed his wounded fist after and the two of you became even closer. after the “fight of the century” soobin swore to himself he would protect you. at first, you found it funny, trying to stop yourself from blushing when he would raise his voice at whoever decided to bother you that day. you don’t really know when it started but with each new time, his best-friend protection act would slowly turn into something that held a lot more feelings than just platonic ones. the way he would look at you to see if you were alright, or the way his hand would slid into yours, or even the one time he called you his partner instead of his best friend. everything was slowly changing, and you didn’t even know if soobin was even aware of it himself.

☆ BEOMGYU

calls you his girlfriend. the first time he did it, you thought he was just joking around, trying to tease you. so you laughed it off, attempting to hide the way your heart fluttered at the thought of you being his actual girlfriend. but the second time, a week or so later, you were even more confused. did beomgyu think you two had something going on? did he find out about your old crush on him? you really didn’t know why he started calling you his girlfriend, since none of his other actions showed he felt anything except platonic feelings for you. he stopped after the fourth time, after he noticed your disoriented and clearly disheartened expression. weeks passed and not once did beomgyu explain his old but short habit to you. but then, months later, when you had almost forgotten about the whole ordeal, beomgyu did it again. to be honest, him calling you his girlfriend that time was in fact beneficial for you– you refused to talk any longer to the creep begging for your number. but the way the word rolled off his tongue, a hint of arrogance and a ton of proudness, made you reach for his hand, acting like the role he had assigned you. tension followed after, for weeks, and your heart continued to long for him. if only you knew you were the only thing on his mind whenever someone said the word “girlfriend”.

☆ TAEHYUN

constantly buys you things. it may seem shallow at first, but whenever taehyun brings you a small trinket or whatever food you were craving at that moment, your heart fills with joy. it’s not the way he spends money for you, but the way he looks at you when he gives it to you, eyeing you to see your neutral expression change into a happy one. taehyun’s a great listener, so he knows all your orders and favorite things by heart, which only makes it easier for him to empty his bank account for you. he swears you’re not special, or at least not more important than the rest of his friends– for whom he rarely ever buys anything– but he can’t really stop his brain from thinking of you when he sees something pretty or tasty at the mall. the dainty necklace around your neck is the literal proof of his favoritism towards you. he had given it to you on your graduation and you hadn’t taken it off since. it was a symbol for your friendship, he said, something to remember the many years you spent together, but the shiny “T” letter pendant made your heart swell every time you felt it against your skin. in all truth, taehyun was just waiting for you to notice the letter pendant of your name he wore on his necklace and hid, carefully, under his shirt collar.

☆ HUENING KAI

he constantly mentions you two in his future. you and kai have been friends since the two of you were in diapers and basically experienced all your first together. spending all those years together, in the same neighborhood, school and friend groups lead to many talks about your futures, sometimes wiping anxious tears away or doubling over from laughter at the mention of so many possibilities. it was a normal thing for you two, getting together and just talking about whatever would be on your mind at that moment. every conversation was different but one thing never changed, the way huening kai wouldn’t forget to mention you in his future plans. he would have pictured everything out, you two living next to each other in your own homes, working across the street from each other, adopting pets at the same time so they could be friends, meeting every friday for a ramen and movie night… whenever you were worried about what the future prepared for you, kai would comfort you, reminding you that no matter what happened later, he would always be there. it always reassured you but unfortunately, you never had the guts to tell him that you’d prefer to live together later, spend your work lunch breaks together, adopt a pet together, and turn every night into a movie marathon.

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spitdrunken · 3 months

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i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes 👁️🙏🏻 please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..

also, for your consideration:

Val — or all of the Vee's, really —, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character — definitely not you — sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...

Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass — purely accidentally, of course! —, and...

this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.

Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.

The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your quality— He really wouldn’t go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentino’s four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. “Look, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. I’ve got better shit to do than listen to daddy’s horny story-time.” Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot more… Amiable (poor you) once you’re actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that you’re one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping by— He’s recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldn’t give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.

When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so he’s about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.

“Ah, sir, I’m not really sure—“ But he’s already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesn’t even feel like anything at all. “Oh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.” He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. “I feel like we’re going to get quite familiar.” If all the alarms weren’t ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But there’s nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.

He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. It’s hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. “No need to be shy. You’re such an artista, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting.” It’s easy, at first. When the scene hasn’t grown explicit yet, and you can pretend you’re only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looser— Though that all just might be because you’re not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word ‘cock’, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour he’s been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story you’re reading out loud to him, one of the ones you’d never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft you’ve ever typed up, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“Sorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?” You practically squeak out. “I realised I have some better drafts, and…” “No,” Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. “Don’t get too fucking cocky now, you’re already taking up enough time as it is. Shit’s about to get interesting, finally.” He’s saying all of this as if he wasn’t the one to drag you there in the first place.

So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in town—through entirely unrealistic circumstances—you can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.

“So, let me gets this straight… You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of them’s a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.” Valentino doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Greedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,” he hisses out. “This must be a dream come true for you, isn’t it?”

Let’s just say that you got enough ‘material’ to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.

----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you don’t put in too much. It’s very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, who’s going to blame her?

Certainly not you. You won’t remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how you’ve admired her for so long— All things she’s heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldn’t care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means they’re all the absolute truth. She thinks it’s almost cute when it’s coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where you’re practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesn’t feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoy…

And even if you didn’t, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. It’s during one of these exact moments, that he’d likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadn’t found necessary to mention. They’ll have a bit of a discussion about that later!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #vox x reader #velvette x reader #cw.drugging #cw.noncon #cw.dubcon

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 months

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Three times Luffy fell for you (Monkey D. Luffy x Fem! Reader)

A/N: So fucking cute! Send more requests and help :v - Val

Words: 1, 763

Warnings: Spoilers of anime/manga One Piece! Mentions of death, and I think that's all.

Three times Luffy fell for you.

Luffy wakes up in the middle of the night, but this time, it’s not because of a nightmare or a noise, he just feels weird.

His first thought is to go to the kitchen to find some food. Of course, he couldn’t get anything, thanks to Sanji’s tramps. He whines, but a noise interrupts his thoughts. He realizes it’s someone crying.

He gets to the Sunny’s deck, and he finds you sitting on the stairs. “Y/N? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Are you hungry too?” He quickly sits beside you.

You look at him startled and feel overwhelmed by the rain of questions. It only makes you cry more. He panics and decides to hug you instead of trying to keep talking.

As you feel his body around you, you melt against him hiding your face on his chest. He stretches his arms around you many times to hold you tighter and rest his head over yours.

The two of you stay like that until you stop crying, you can control your breathing and you stop hiding. He loosens his grip but still holds you.

“I had a nightmare,” you say with a broken voice. “I lost all of you and I couldn't do anything to stop it.”

Luffy hums. “I had that kind of nightmares too,” he sighs, “I can’t blame you, they’re really scary and it feels real.”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“But you know who hates them the most?” You lean back to look at him. “Zoro,” he giggles. “When I have those nightmares, I have to make sure everybody’s okay, but the first person I see it’s him, so I wake him up every time. And it’s hard to wake him up and, he’s never happy,” Luffy makes a funny scary face that makes you giggle.

“And sometimes the others wake up too, so they all start to scream at me, but it’s okay. At least I know they’re fine,” he smiles.

“That’s a good solution,” you say sarcastically, but Luffy doesn’t get it.

“Right?” His chest starts to feel funny when he sees your smile again. “See? You’re not the only one with that nightmare. Everybody’s okay. And I’m here with you, and I heard the others snore, so they’re okay too!” You giggle again.

“You’re right,” you sigh. “Thanks, Luffy.”

Now Luffy feels funny in his stomach, so he remembers.

“Oh, right! You know, this could be a great moment to have a sweet!” He pouts. “But, bad news, Sanji locked the fridge again,” he whines.

You laugh at his childish behavior, but you move a little to lose more of his grip and turn to the side to pick up a small blue box.

“Here,” you offer the box. “You can have the honor to eat my last cookie.”

Luffy’s eyes sparkle. “What? The last one? Really?” You laugh and nod. “Thank you!” He squeals grabbing it, but then, he stops to look at the cookie and then at you. He frowns when he still sees your teary eyes, pink cheeks, and tired smile. “I want to share it with you,” he says breaking the cookie in half.

“What!?” You exclaim. “You never share your food with anyone. You just take it all!”

He laughs at loud. “But I want to share with you! C’mon, captain’s orders” he says with a playful authority.

You giggle. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” He smiles.

“Thank you, Captain.”

“You’re welcome!” He turns his sight to his half of the cookie and eats it in one bite.

You take a moment to see the details on Luffy’s face, his skin, his rebel and raven hair, some freckles, his nose, fine lips, and his eyes, always full of excitement. Without thinking much, you lean forward to kiss his cheek.

He raises his brows and looks at you with a confused face.

“Why did you do that?” He asks curiously.

You shrug. “I wanted to,” then you panic. “I—is that okay?”

He smiles. “Only if I can kiss you whenever I want,” he says without any sign of flirtation.

You blush. “W-what?”

“It’s only fair, right?” He says with a chuckle, so casual and calm while you’re a mess. “Deal?”

“D-Deal!”

He nods and looks at his ship, but there’s still something he can’t figure out. The funny feeling in his stomach increased and now it’s on his chest too. Maybe he has to ask Chopper about it… or eat more.

Every year, on the same day of Ace’s death, Luffy gets so quiet that it feels wrong.

Sometimes, Luffy’s complicated in other situations, but this is another level. Nobody knows what to do. They’ve tried to ask him, but he doesn’t talk all day and he rejects any help from his crew.

He’s sitting in his favorite spot, he’s been looking at the horizon for many hours, just until he hears someone’s steps and groans.

“Shit,” you say grabbing another part of the Sunny’s head as you keep trying to climb it. There’s a reason why this is Luffy’s spot. It’s hard for someone without a devil fruit.

Luffy leans to look at your struggle. He frowns, stretches one arm to grab you by your waist, and pulls you to his side.

“Uff… thanks, Luffy!” You smile gratefully.

“Why do you want to climb?” He asks. His voice’s raspy.

“Oh!” You act like you’re not worried about his state. “I-I know you uh, you don’t like anyone else to sit here but...”

“No,” he interrupts you. “It’s okay. You can.”

You smile blushing.

“Thanks, uh...” you move on your place “I just—I Just don’t want you to be alone for so long,” you whisper. “I mean, I can go if that’s what you want, I know it’s a hard day for you but...” You look at him. “You don’t have to face it alone.”

He doesn’t answer, he just moves and lays down with his head resting on your lap. Then, he reaches for your hand, and when he finds it, he puts it on his hair. You catch what he wants and start brushing the tufts with a soft giggle.

“Thanks,” he whispers.

It’s a tradition for the straw hats to throw a huge party after a tough fight and this isn’t the exception.

Zoro and Nami are betting about who can drink more sake while Usopp’s singing with Brook and Franky since they lost a bet, Robin’s watching them dancing around. Chopper and Luffy are eating all Sanji’s making.

At first, you celebrated with the same enthusiasm as your friends, but now, you feel like your body’s finally giving up. You return to the Sunny, directly to your room.

As much as you want to take a shower to wash off the party’s sweat, your body aches so much that you think it wouldn’t work on your own and you don’t want to call Robin or Nami for help.

“Just the pj’s then,” you say out loud. You leave the weapons on the floor and grab your shirt to pull it up, but the pain of your wounds stops you. “Fuck!” You groan.

“Are you okay?” says Luffy arriving at your room.

You turn to him scared. “Shit, Luffy!” You yell at him, and he smiles.

“Sorry,” He walks up to you. “Why did you leave the party?”

You chuckle. “Shouldn't you be... you know, turning into a big ball full of food and having fun?”

“It's no fun if you're not there,” he says like is nothing, but you’re blushing, and your heart pounds. “So, why you don’t go back?”

You shake your head. “I’m exhausted, Luffy. I can’t even put on my pj’s,” you laugh.

“Oh! Do you want me to help you?”

His eyes tell you that his offer is pure and innocent. You’re 100% sure that your captain has no other intentions. But you can't help feeling uneasy and nervous.

“Y-you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He smiles and you nod.

He grabs the end of your shirt and gently pulls it over your head. You hiss a little and then throw the shirt away. When you look up, Luffy’s eyes are on the bandage around your waist.

“Luffy?” You almost whisper.

“You fought great,” he grins and he feathery touches the bandage. “You’re an awesome fighter,” he nods.

“Thanks.”

“Sometimes… I forget that you and I are different in battle.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

He returns to your eyes. “You can't last as long fighting as me, you get exhausted sooner and you heal last,” then he smiles. “But no matter how strong your opponent is… you always find a way to win,” he giggles. “You always surprise me with your smart brain.”

“Really?” You smile.

“Definitely.”

You realize the proximity of your bodies, Luffy's breath mingles with yours and your noses almost touch. You can’t help but lean a little up and kiss his lips sweetly. It lasts a few seconds, and you move away, waiting for his reaction.

He frowns. “Wait! I’m feeling funny again!”

“What?”

“It’s like—I dunno. When I’m with you… in my belly—and chest—and then you kissed me, and it got worse!” He steps back. “It’s all your fault!” He points at you.

You think for a while about all his words and his reaction, then, you figure it out. You blush with a smile. “I feel the same, Luffy.”

“You do? Are we sick? Are we gonna die?”

You giggle stepping closer to him. “No. It means that you like me and… I like you.”

“I don’t get it. I like everyone in the crew but with you it’s different,” he pouts.

You nod and take his face in your hands. “It’s okay, Luffy,” you whisper leaning to kiss him again. This time the kiss is longer, and he reciprocates following the movements of your lips against his.

“I’ll explain it to you, I promise...”

“’Kay, but does it mean that we can keep kissing? It feels nice.”

You giggle. “Yeah, we can do that, but...” you flush looking down, realizing you’re just in a bra and jeans. “Can you help me with my clothes? I’m still tired.”

“Oh, right!”

He undresses you, leaving you in your underwear, and then helps you with your pajamas, and cuddles up with you in your bed and so it starts a make-out session between whispers, laughter, and love. At some point, you fall asleep, resting on his chest as he hugs you without hurting you.

#twoidiots writing #one piece luffy #one piece #fluff #monkey d luffy x reader #straw hat luffy #monkey d. luffy

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hxzbinwrites · 3 months

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Heyy :D was wandering if you could do a platonic velvet x reader? I don't see that much platonic but it would be fun thanks :>

Velvette x Platonic! Reader | Fashion Famous

Warnings ⚠️: Really short and rushed!!!

(Y/n) was walking down the street, well more like briskly walking, towards a huge crowd. Tons of commotion.

It was that time of year again, time for Rosie’s fashion show. Lined up were very…well…outdated ensembles put together for the public’s view.

Scoffing, the new sinner watched as the models strutted about on the makeshift stage, panning as if they weren't wearing three generations ago 's funeral attire.

Rosie, being a cannibal and an Overlord, had a very...morbid...sense of style. Funeral really was one way to put it. One outfit made most of the sinners shudder in disgust, seeing real intestines wrapped around the models bloodied corset.

"How outdated can this get..?" (Y/n) mumbled, before jumping at a shriek laughter behind them. They turned around suddenly, seeing another sinner toppled over in laughter.

The sinner finally made eye contact with (Y/n), revealing themselves to be Velvette, the youngest of the Overlords and the Vees.

"Oh I completely agree" She said,"I'm glad someone finally realized it. I swear, no one understands the true modern vision."

(very rushed but the next part will be silly headcannons following this! (again so so sorry, i’ve been so busy and i promised this fic would come out today!))

After seeing how much you two had in common, Velvette offered partnership for your soul

You deny, ofc, telling her how you’ve always wanted to be a Vee of your own.

Velvette takes a while to come back to you about this, discussing with Val and Vox. Val isn’t too pleased, but Vox thinks it’s a great idea. Val doesn’t want people in his business, especially a newcomer who could easily figure out what he does behind closed doors

Vox thinks Velette should focus more on social media and less on her clothing. She’d still have a say in it, but Vox thinks this widespread media coverage is what’s best for the Vees.

So, you’re in. You’re a Vee. If your name already starts with a V, excellent, if not, then guess what, Velvette has already given you a new name to correspond with theirs

With your fashion expertise, you easily overthrow Rosie’s fashion empire and become a staple luxury designer.

People are fighting tooth and nail to grab your stock (Stanley Cup style). These sales help catapult the Vees even more.

This newfound fame led you to acquire quite a few soul deals, making you the newest Overlord in Hell

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel x reader #hotel hazbin #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hôtel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #velvette x reader #velvette icons #velvette #hazbin vox #the vees x reader #hazbin hotel vees #the vees #vees #vee

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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Thank you @valacre for commissioning some soft Dust Sans in a happy ending with his Soulmate. Val always has the absolute best commissions. I think we all secretly want to see the evil guy relaxing~

A little bit of violence at the beginning, but it's just a dream!

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When blood and dust mix, the fluid is dark. Almost black. It’s only red when the light hits it just right- when it flies, spraying from open wounds. Viscous... as it dries, it congeals. It sticks. Hands, face, mouth. The stench permeates everything. Musty and metallic... dead.

So many years, surrounded by that stench. He could smell it now. He could feel his blade in his palm, moving through flesh and magic like it was little more than air. Thin veils of dust constantly obscuring his vision. His brother’s voice in his head. The smell, sinking into his clothes. The blood, smeared somewhere on him, no matter how often he washed. Seeping into his joints. Seeping into his bones.

It congeals. It sticks. The smell of his sin.

... He didn’t care. Nightmare’s cold, black tendrils were already in his Soul. He indulged every violent desire, and more, he could kill and kill and kill and nobody could stop him. Manic glee. He felt nothing but that was good. Entire universes falling at his feet. Even the most powerful beings in the multiverse respected him, feared him, hated him. He never had to feel.

He never had to think.

...

He didn’t want that again.

He didn’t want to smell the dust that clung to his jacket. He didn’t want to see the red smeared across his hands. He didn’t want to hear screams, not again. He had woken up. He didn’t want to go back to sleep.

i don’t want to go back.

Screaming. Ringing in his skull. He didn’t know whose scream it was, it could’ve been anyone, any of the thousands he had killed for little more than his own enjoyment. He put his hands over his head but the screaming didn’t stop- he heaved, coughing, bloody dust poured from his mouth.

(did you really think you could come back?

heh. no.

you’ve gone too deep.)

...

“Dust?”

The screaming stopped. Like a torturous orchestra coming to a dead halt. A warm hand slipped into his, fingers interlocking with his dry phalanges. “Shh. You’re okay.”

... He was bleary, he couldn’t see. And part of him still felt like he was drowning. He tucked towards your voice, and his head nestled against something warm, his hands balled in fabric. It was finally quiet- finally quiet.

“You’re okay.”

“don’t leave.” His voice was a whisper. Breathless.

“I won’t.”

Lips against his skull. He couldn’t see anything. But he didn’t care. It was so quiet.

Curled in your arms, he fell back asleep.

///---///

...

This awakening was much, much gentler.

He only heard faint distant birdsong. There was a beam of light filtering through the curtains- he felt it casting across his bones, a little line of warmth... his sockets drifted open, and for a few moments, he just focused on the ceiling. The little particles of dust floating through the sunlight. His limbs, heavy with sleep, against soft bedsheets.

...

He already knew you weren’t there. He knew from the moment he woke up, his body and Soul were constantly tuned in to the presence of yours. But he turned his skull anyway, silently staring at your side of the bed, sockets lidded and smile low. It was very unusual for him to wake up without you- he couldn’t remember if he ever even had woken up without you since the very first time the two of you shared a bed. Since meeting you, he had been unable to rest without you nearby... sleeping after you, waking before you.

In layman’s terms, he was clingy.

...

That dream had shaken him. It had been a while, since he had a nightmare that bad. He’d grown used to not having them since being away from the unearthly presence of his old ‘boss’- which was for the best. The less anyone saw or heard from Nightmare, the better, and nobody had heard from Nightmare since the pseudo-deity found his own Soulmate.

...

Dust allowed himself a few minutes to do nothing. Even though you weren’t there, the room and bed still smelled like you, and it was a deep comfort to him.

...

“BROTHER. STOP BEING SO LAZY. IT’S PAST TWELVE! GET UP!”

Just a voice. No face.

... Dust sighed, but eventually, he did sit up. He lingered on the edge of the bed for a minute, still gathering his mind. He sometimes found it hard to come back to reality, when you weren’t in the room. But he was getting better.

Sunlight. Quiet.

... Changing his outfit definitely felt like too much effort at this time. He was already in comfy sweatpants and a big shirt, so he felt no need to put on anything new. Over the back of the only chair in the bedroom was one of his hoodies- though it was more your hoodie, as of recently.

A small smile crept onto his face, as he picked up the item, feeling the material in his phalanges. He liked when you wore his clothes. It appealed to his instincts, for obvious reasons, when he saw you trotting around the house in his sweatshirt, drowned in both his scent and the fabric (it was two sizes too big for you). But equally, he liked that when you wore his clothes, it also slowly made your smell sink into them. The two of you had an unofficial hoodie rotation system, where you’d each wear something of his until the other’s smell had gone, then you’d swap.

... He pulled the hoodie over his head. Suddenly, it was like he was cuddling you. He spent a few sentimental seconds holding the hoodie neck over his nasal cavity, sockets closed. It made it so much easier to relax again.

“GO DOWNSTAIRS ALREADY! SHE’S DOWNSTAIRS ALL ON HER OWN, AND YOU’RE JUST STANDING HERE BEING USELESS!”

Pap was right, as per usual. Dust made his way to the stairway. As soon as he was there, he could hear something, drifting through the home- quiet singing.

... He went down a few steps until he was midway, then paused, sitting down. From his spot, he could see out the open downstairs window, where your voice was coming from- he had a perfect view of the garden. You’d set up a blanket under the shade of a tree... and the blanket was decorated with food. Some you’d made, some you’d bought, all delicious. He could see little sandwiches, cupcakes, various drinks... candles.

...

Of course. Dust let out a silent breath, as the singing weaved through his thoughts; it was his birthday, wasn’t it? He’d completely forgotten. You hadn’t, oh of course you hadn’t, you wonderful creature. He’d be lying if he said the day had any historical meaning to him, it hadn’t since he’d let go of his mind. He had forced himself to forget the previous celebrations, thoughts of his long-gone universe were too painful. But it had personal meaning now, because it clearly made you so happy to celebrate together. If you were happy, he was happy.

You looked his way, singing cutting, stopping midway through putting a single candle into a cupcake. Perhaps you sensed his intense gaze. To anyone else he would not have been a pleasant sight- sitting shrouded in the shade of the stairway, completely still and with little readable expression, sharp eyelights the only thing visible under the shadow of his hood and staring unblinkingly. But you weren’t fazed, you never were; your face brightened at the sight of him.

...

do i deserve this?

The thought came alongside a wave of love, that made his Soul shake, and his bones very faintly rattle. But love brought other feelings with it. His breath stuck in his chest, looking at you... your smile, your eyes.

do i really deserve an ending this good?

she accepted me, despite knowing what i did. but could she accept me if you'd seen what i did? could anyone, after everything i've done? all the suffering i caused, and somehow, the universe lets me be with someone like her?

Dust could hear the screaming again. Faintly, in the back of his skull, the tide of memories in his subconscious that always threatened to creep forward and drown him. The smell of blood. The taste of dust. Faces... blurred, all of them blurred, even the ones he loved were just out of reach. Even the ones he had convinced himself were dying for a good cause. The only thing that was clear was the sound their Souls had made, shattering into fragments. His LV so high

i don’t know what you see in me. i don’t deserve this.

His left hand squeezed. Trying to remind himself there was no blade there. It wasn't working. No matter how hard he dug his claws into his palm, he could still feel the handle.

i don’t deserve a happy ending.

...

“BROTHER, WAKE UP.”

He hadn’t realised his vision was clouded, until it was clear again. He could see you waving him over.

“DON’T JUST LEAVE HER WAITING.”

...

Dust went down the rest of the stairs. Then he just followed the tug of his Soul, out into the garden with you. It was a warm day, with absolutely no breeze- the food already smelled good... he less ‘sat’ next to you and more ‘collapsed’, immediately laying down with his head in your lap, unwinding into the happy skeleton you called a partner.

“Happy birthday, lazybones. Hope you had a big lazy lie-in while I did all the work.” You teased, your voice as wonderful as always.

He looked up at you. Your face framed by dappled light, you looked like you had a halo. You probably did. He gave you a little ‘course i did’ grin.

“Now... I know you said no song.” You held up the little homemade muffin, decorated with one bright pink candle, lighting it with an electric lighter. “But blow out a candle for me?”

You held it down at his level. He couldn’t help but chuckle- he gazed at the flickering flame for a moment, bright against the speckled leaves and incredibly blue sky. Monsters didn’t blow out candles on cakes... but your funny human traditions clearly made you smile, and he’d do anything to make you smile.

Dust had told you he didn’t like birthdays. But he probably just didn’t like that he’d had so many of them alone. So many with a hollow feeling in his chest, wondering if it was right to forget so much. So many with the knife in his hand, trying to force himself to forget even more. Some, when he was weak... trying to claw back pieces of what he’d lost.

...

The idea of celebrating with you eased so much pain. He could make new, happier memories. He wasn’t ready to sing happy birthday yet; but honestly? He’d probably be ready by next year.

He blew the candle out. You made a little delighted sound, removing the tiny cake from its wrapper and passing it to him. He accepted it, gratefully, taking a large bite- delicious as always. He wouldn’t mind more birthdays, if it meant more of your cooking.

You took a cupcake for yourself. “I wanted to make a bigger cake, but there’s not much space in the fridge and I don’t think the two of us could eat a whole cake in the span of a day. Well... maybe you could, if you really put your mind to it. But I’m not going to force you to eat a whole cake on your birthday.” You took a bite, speaking with full cheeks. “We’re pretty lucky the weather was so good today. Perfect for an outdoor celebration. Did you know they said it was going to be cloudy today? You can't trust the weatherman, honestly.”

He knew you wouldn’t mind that he wasn’t very... talkative. He loved that about you. Most days, he could hold a conversation no problem, but occasionally he found it easier to just stay silent. You seemed to be able to just tell when he wasn’t really capable of it- you would talk for the two of you, and he’d just listen, happy to hear you as much as he could.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HOW RUDE! I FILL THE SILENCE ALL THE TIME!”

... Dust snickered.

“DON’T LAUGH AT ME, BROTHER!!!”

“Did Pap say something funny?”

He hummed out a little ‘mhm’. He appreciated how understanding you were, about his hallucinations. He had stopped seeing things, once he met you, he was no longer constantly haunted by his dead brother’s face in his vision- he wondered if it had been a loneliness thing. He needed someone that he felt loved him, even if that someone was long dead.

Dust was loved, now. He felt it in his bones. But there were some things he couldn’t let go of. Even now, at the most stable he’d been in years, he still found himself hearing Papyrus’ voice.

... But even then... Pap was less goading than he’d been, before. Less vicious. He sounded more like his brother.

You had frosting on your nose. He lifted up a hand, wiping it off, but you immediately grabbed his hand and licked the frosting off his phalange.

He let out a proper laugh, this time, not just a chuckle. You looked delighted to have gotten it out of him.

“Nice try, you won’t steal my frosting. I was saving it on my nose for later.”

...

You started just... playing with his hand.

He couldn’t help but close his sockets, exhaling softly. Yeah, that was what he needed. He felt your soft, soft fingers tracing his palm, his joints, his phalanges. He really liked when you touched his palm... gentle and warm, slightly ticklish, he could completely let himself go because all he would end up focusing on was your touch. It was a wonderful coincidence that he’d lifted his left hand; it was usually so hard for him to get rid of the ghostly feeling of a blade. Like this? He could barely recall what the handle felt like.

You touch moved down, across his arm. He let his hand rest near you, your own left closing around his as your right moved to play with his face. Soon, you were stroking his skull. His jaw, his cheekbones... up to his cranium. It was like magic. He felt himself purring, before he heard it, his Soul was quiet and soothed. He wanted to spend every moment of every day like this.

“I know you don’t like that I’m always forcing you to eat healthy, balanced meals.” Dust could hear the smile in your words- he opened his sockets, he wanted to see it. It made him smile too. “Lucky for you, all that baking has worn me out. We can order burgers tonight.”

Your thumb moved back and forth, slowly, over his jaw. He kept purring.

...

“... I hope you’re feeling better. You seemed spooked, last night.”

His voice was low, still heavy with sleep, but the words were clear. “you make me feel better.”

You got the cutest little expression- hot cheeks and warmed, bright eyes, you seemed happy but slightly embarrassed by such a direct compliment to you. He couldn’t help but laugh again, softly; if you reacted with this much intensity from just the knowledge that you’d successfully soothed him after a nightmare, he wondered how you’d react if you could look into his Soul and see just how much you did to him all the time.

You were his everything.

“You need to eat a bit more.” You said, getting a lovingly chastising edge to your voice. “You haven't had breakfast, and you can’t just have a cupcake for lunch. I made sandwiches. You’re gonna have a sandwich and some water.”

His mind was quiet. Papyrus was quiet. There was nothing like gentle hands on a broken skull, to make the cracks stop hurting.

“make me.” He said, playfully.

#commissions #what a soft boy we love him (ignore all the murder)

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gumnut-logic · 5 months

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Five times Alan discovered a secret and one time he kept one (Part Five)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Half of this was written on Thursday and then work interrupted me, but I finally sat down and tackled it today.

Many thanks as always to @onereyofstarlight for being the amazing support she is ::hugs her tight::

Also to all of you who have left amazing comments and notes on this fic ::hugs you ever sooo tight:: You are all ever so kind to me. Thank you ever so much for all your support. I hope the story ends up worth it :D

This one is all about big brothers, history, and the one man who plagues them all. I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

It had been a long day. Alan left Gordon sleeping in Two’s infirmary and went to check on his big brothers.

They had made sure Gordon was okay and left Alan to keep him company before disappearing. Unusual in the world according to big brothers enough to have Alan concerned.

Gords was okay. Just a few cuts to his arms that had required some stitches. Virgil had done the deed while Scott finished up with the danger zone. Hopefully his language had been better with the emergency services than it had been with their brothers since they discovered this was yet another Hood initiated disaster.

Alan had never quite seen his big brother so livid. The Hood had escaped GDF custody yet again, this time dropping a building in Manhattan to reach the gold stashed beneath it.

Hundreds of people were injured and killed in the process.

Scott furious and blistering towards the GDF, Aunt Val, and anyone else who got in his way.

Alan couldn’t help but agree.

Of course, it was Virgil and John who kept them on the straight and narrow. Not that he or any of his brothers would let the asshole affect their job performance.

But when Scott had come across the bastard mid-rescue, a load of gold behind him on an antigrav trolley, it was Dad over comms who held him back.

They had a moral code and they were going to stick with it. Eos managed to infiltrate the trolley’s mechanism and foil the Hood’s plan, but thanks to the need of the rescue and the ineptness of the GDF, the criminal had yet again escaped justice.

Barely.

Gordon had stepped into his path.

Alan wasn’t sure he should be happy that his brother hadn’t been able to stop the man or not. If Scott was livid then Gordon was the temperature of a newborn star. He hated the Hood with a fire born from so much injury.

But as always, the rescue came first and, there in amongst the rubble of a bank his fish brother had to make the choice for good.

So the Hood escaped, the GDF were as useless as always, and Gordon came back with two young children under his bleeding arms.

His curse words were even more colourful than Scott’s.

So, in summary, the day had been shit itself.

Alan was tired and questioning what was right and wrong yet again because of that asshole.

Approaching Two’s cockpit, he could hear the yelling through the bulkhead.

He was too tired for this.

He let himself sink back against the wall and closed his eyes.

“How many times do we have to do this?! How many more have to die before the GDF wakes up to itself?”

“Son...”

Alan blinked. He still wasn’t used to hearing his father’s deep voice. It was like he was in a dream. He knew his father was back on Tracy Island and his presence was simply a hologram sprouting from Two’s dash, but the power in that voice. Dad was alive and Alan was going to revel in every second of it.

“Dad, hasn’t he done enough?!”

“Scott we can’t be judge and jury.”

“Goddamnit, I know that! But do we have to continue to be his victim? He could have killed Gordon today…again!”

“Gordon will be okay, Scott. He handled himself well.” Virgil’s calm and deep voice was a balm.

“He shouldn’t have to! That is not our job. International Rescue saves people. We shouldn’t have to defend ourselves to do that. We cover the GDF’s asses enough already!”

If there was a deep end, his big brother had definitely fallen off it. Scott hated it when his brothers were hurt. Gordon might be fine but Scott obviously wasn’t.

But then Gordy was asleep and on pain medication. Alan suspected that once conscious, Gordon was going to be as bad or even worse than Scott.

It was definitely a military thing.

And as if to prove it, Scott was still going. “Hasn’t he hurt us enough?!” There was a desperation in his brother’s voice that Alan hadn’t heard since before they rescued Dad.

Dad had been relief itself to Scott’s nerves. His return had restored the natural order according to his big brother.

Dad, of course, wasn’t the man who had been taken from them oh so long ago. He had challenges, both medical and mental, much had been taken from him. But he was there with Scott, backup in those moments when his big brother was overwhelmed by all the demands of his position in life.

There for Tracy Industries and there for International Rescue, particularly in moments like these. It was almost as if the voice in his brother’s head that asked ‘what would Dad do?’ finally had some answers.

“Scott, breathe.”

“Dad…” There was a tone of pleading in his voice.

“When you get home, we can talk. You’re twenty minutes out. It has been a very long day. You require rest. I will speak to the GDF. Sit down before you fall down.” A pause full of grumbling. “Virgil?”

A tired sigh. “FAB.”

Whatever Virgil was agreeing to, it was obvious that it was more than just flying home.

Eos had Thunderbird One, Virgil having dragged their big brother onto Two, likely to keep him out of trouble and under observation. There had been several moments during that rescue that could have easily seen any one of them in a hospital or worse. While Scott got angry, Virgil tended to grab all his family members where he could keep an eye on them. His gentle brother wasn’t one for violence, but Alan had witnessed several expressions on the man’s face today that could have landed Two on the Hood’s head without hesitation.

It was clear that Virgil was barely hanging back and that was not a good sign for anyone.

As for Alan, he was beyond anger and well into hurt. The Hood had been haunting their lives as long as he could remember.

He was just tired.

“Virgil, he doesn’t know.” Scott’s voice had lost its anger and shifted into desperation. “He wasn’t here.”

“He doesn’t need to know.”

Scott’s exhausted groan said everything. “How many more times, Virg?” His voice had suddenly lost all its power, as if his brother had finally reached the end of a long, long tether. “Mom, Ohana, Dad, Gordon, each of us at one time or another. Gaat just doesn’t give up.”

“Neither do we.” Virgil’s rumble was equally as quiet.

“So, we go on like this forever, just waiting to see who dies first?”

“Scott.” Virgil’s voice had so much love in it, Alan’s heart clenched. “Crossing that line drops us to his level. The man is broken. Please don’t break yourself.”

There was almost a soft wail of frustration just as Alan felt the subtle shift of Two switching from manual to auto pilot. The scuffle of specialised silicone leather on deck plates as bodies moved beyond the hatchway.

Alan reached up to unlatch the door. He wanted nothing more than to burst through the door and hug his big brother. But he stopped himself.

There was a realm that little brothers could not enter. It was a space inhabited by the two eldest and sometimes John, where decisions were made and secrets kept for the wellbeing of the family.

Alan resented it. But he also respected it. As he grew older, he realised that this was a space his big brothers needed. Once Mom had died, their three eldest had been forced into adulthood far too early. He could see that now, even at seventeen.

Scott had been sixteen when they lost their mother and Dad has disappeared into grief. Alan didn’t remember those times.

But he did remember being held by his big brothers. They were the ones who picked him up when he fell over, the ones who attended the special events at school, the ones who were there for as long as he could remember.

Things weren’t perfect, they never could be, but he knew his brothers had tried…for him. Even Gordon who had been only six that fateful day on that mountain.

And when Dad disappeared…

There were no words loud enough to make it through the door anymore. Just the soft rumble of Virgil’s voice unintelligible at its soft volume.

Alan stared at the green metal of the door, Scott’s plea bouncing around his head.

‘Mom, Ohana, Dad, Gordon…’

Three of the most important moments in Alan’s life. Of course, he didn’t remember Mom or Kayo’s mom, but god did he remember Dad. He closed his eyes.

Gordon.

Alan knew Kyrano believed Gaat had been responsible for his wife’s death, and that Dad’s ‘death’ had been the last straw.

Did Scott think the Hood was involved in all the tragedies in their family’s life?

Alan bit his lip.

Big brothers had big secrets.

He wondered if Gordon had come to the same conclusion. There had been no mention of the Hood’s involvement with the hydrofoil. But then he was definitely involved with Gordon nearly dying at the bottom of the ocean…twice. The last time had been so close.

Alan’s throat closed up again.

Was that one man responsible for all of it?

No wonder Scott was ready to do something drastic. Gordon couldn’t know. It wasn’t possible. Gordon would have gone ballistic so long ago…

How had Scott kept himself in check? He had actually saved the man on multiple occasions. Grandma had definitely helped with that. Maybe the part of Dad Scott kept close to his heart. Maybe Virgil.

John? Did their middle brother know? John knew everything, didn’t he?

Then why was the Hood still in existence?

Did their moral code run that deep?

Did his own?

He suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. The thought of his big brothers finding him eavesdropping…

On soft feet, he slipped away, heading back to where they thought they had left him, beside Gordon.

Thoughts spinning in his head.

-o-o-o-

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #nuttyfic

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otomiyaa · 5 months

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Top 23 of 2023

Top 23 of 2023 on Tumblr is out and it made me remember something....!!! For those who also remember, I started this game last year and I just thought it would be nice to do it again. For reference, my post is ofc long gone, but here's Mia's~~

Tagging: @ticklygiggles & Everyone who wants to do it lol

Part 1: Fandom Faves

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year: Red, White & Royal Blue, Honkai Star Rail

02. Favorite new ships since this year: Henry x Alex (RWRB) Sampo x Gepard (HSR), Ballister x Ambrosius (Nimona)

03. Favorite anime/TV shows of the year: Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen, Our Flag Means Death Season 2, Niehime to Kemono no Ou

04. Favorite movies of the year: Red White and Royal Blue, Nimona

05. Favorite characters of the year: Furina!!!! (Genshin Impact), also Gepard Landau (Honkai Star Rail), Miguel O'Hara (Across the Spiderverse), and a big honorable mention to the Fontaine gang in Genshin Impact (especially Freminet and Neuvillette)!

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year: Genshin Impact - Fontaine soundtrack and the Our Flag Means Death Season 2 soundtrack

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year: The Work Love Balance manhwa, and RWRB which is older but I discovered it thanks to the movie coming out.

08. Favorite games of the year: Genshin Impact, still my fav^^

09. Highlight of this year to remember: Bowuigi trending as a ship.

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2023: Tickletober with the very own list Mia and I created, and even though it was a negative thing at first - getting swarmed with kind words from you guys after I lost my blog. I'm a mere humble person but you guys seriously made me feel a little important for a moment there ^///^

11. Favorite fan art of the year: Hard to say, but I'll say this sampard piece I got from Val baby for my bday, and this Ukatake commission by @dokidoki-muffin, this spiderdads commission by @giulscomix, and this Ittorou commission by @chibimochii have also stolen my heart!

And ofc all other commissions of this year (the bowuigi one fs;ijogij; and miguel one omggg, the pokemon commission so CUTE). And *wiggles fingers* I have more on the way....

12. Favorite fic of the year: Hard to say but I've been enjoying a lot of the Tickletober works specifically by @lovelynim and @ticklygiggles, and also this Nimona fic by @bambinella has become a fav, and all RWRB fics by @kourtniwritesagain!!!!! I still need to reblog them here.

13. Favorite ask game of the year: I can't remember which ones I played, but I remember there was a time I had reblogged "post your anonymous confessions" or something, and it resulted in the most interesting asks and conversations with you guys^^ I liked that.

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger: If I'll be around in a year, this won't be 'writer' but 'blogger', but for this one as a writer, it'll again be completing all 31 days of tickletober right on schedule despite a minor intervention.. :"D

15. My own best fic/post of the year: I have no idea! But if I ask AO3, it answers that my best fic of this year is my bowuigi fic mahahaha (based on kudos btw).

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year: Let's give that award to these 2 poor Tickletober fics (which I enjoyed writing a lot) that were not reblogged by anyone meaning they are no longer on Tumblr since my account loss:

Day 21: Horns/Fangs | Sariphi x Leonhart, King of Beasts (Niehime to Kemono no Ou)

Day 23: Party | Momose x Shirosaki (Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen)

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected: My comeback post! The comments, likes and even reblogs, I couldn't have ever imagined.

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year: You tell me 😂 No but besides the whole blog change, another change is that I got over my embarrassment and was brave enough to commission a couple of artists this year. Me and my money are now in a happy place!

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year: A fic recommendations/faves post (from other writers). Wonder if I'll ever get to it, since my reading and fic reblogging is already not what I like it to be, meaning that every fic I reblog would probably belong on that list lol. But alright, I'd like to make a faves of the faves list then.

20. Goals for next year: Read more...!!! Read more books, more manga, more webtoons, more tickle fics. I love them, so I should read more! My truest ambition.

21. 2024 releases I look forward to the most: Every single update for Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail, and also: Spider-Man: Beyond the Spider-Verse, Inside Out 2, Deadpool 3, Venom 3, Kimi ni Todoke S3, and Beastars Final Season!

22. Something else I look forward to next year: Traveling to Japan with my boyfriend! Also: receiving more tickles cuz why not. And last but not least, seeing Taylor Swift live at the Eras Tour in Amsterdam!

Part 4: Spreading Love

23. Shoutouts to people who made my 2023 a better year: I know, and you might know, I didn't do so well last time since I tagged a bunch of friends but also forgot to mention some... not because I didn't care about them but because I am a flopper. So to prevent this embarrassment I won't mention any names this time.

I especially would like to thank everyone who is still around, who is reading this, who followed my new blog. To be honest, on my old blog I felt flattered to have so many followers but I was also aware it was the effect of being active for 7 years in a ton of fandoms, and that it didn't say anything about the accurate number of people appreciating what I was posting.

But to be at already almost 500 followers on this blog? Where I only post shit? Now that's a compliment I will gladly accept. Thank you to all of you for the support!

Last but not least, special shoutout to the friends I talk to on Discord sooo much now, you know who you are!

Question list for copy paste below!

Part 1: Fandom Faves

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year

02. Favorite new ships since this year

03. Favorite anime/TV shows of the year

04. Favorite movies of the year

05. Favorite characters of the year

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year

08. Favorite games of the year

09. Highlight of this year to remember

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2023

11. Favorite fan art of the year

12. Favorite fic of the year

13. Favorite ask game of the year

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger

15. My own best fic/post of the year

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year

20. Goals for next year

21. 2024 releases I look forward to the most

22. Something else I look forward to next year

Part 4: Spreading Love

23. Shoutouts to people who made my 2023 a better year

#top 23 of 2023 #tag game #personal

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squerlly · 4 hours

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Flames of Desire chapter 12: How Unfortunate ~

Alastor x (F! bunny reader) TW! violence, use of weapons, Vox being an insecure bitch, Angst

Alastors POV:

it's been two days since y/n has gone missing, I have searched every street, every hiding spot, and killed many people for even a hint of where she is but...nothing. Charlie and the others are worried sick, it's not helping the fact I told them I had this matter under control, but the more I come back empty handed the more I'm starting to doubt myself. I can't afford to lose the one good thing I have down in this wretched place, I need to find her I must find her...

my thoughts were short lived when my door busted open, with a growl I turned "Who dares to-" "There is a package for you downstairs" "Charlie can't it wait-" "It's about y/n!". I faze through the floor in a hurry, heading straight for vaggie who is holding a box in her hand with a frown. I snatch it from her hand and with no hesitation rip it open, ripping it open I see a cloth soaked in blood that smells like y/n with brown fur and a business card from Voxtek...

everyone backs away from me as symbols of my magic surround me, static emitting from me with a stare on my face that could kill. I turn my head a crack in my neck following "Angel" he flinches and looks at me "W-what" "You work at Valentino's studio correct!?" he nods and I walk up to him "That means you know your way around Vox's headquarters!" he nods again trying put distance between us "y-your not seriously gonna go in there...right?"

Charlie stands between us "Al maybe we should go with you-" "NO, this is a personal matter!!, excuse me I have some unfinished business to take care of" If Vox wants my attention well...he's got it now. with the snap of a finger, I teleport me an Angel in front of the Vees building "Navigate me through that building, you get y/n and I'll handle the rest"

your POV:

"That's enough Val" "Aww come off Voxy, we're just getting to the fun part~" As Valentino drops me I land on the floor with a loud thud, blood running down my chest from cuts and bruises. "we sent a nice message to your little Bambi, that will surely speed up his arrival~" "fuck you, you flat faced bi-" my head shoots to the side as I feel a sting from the hard slap Vox gave me "learn your place, you should be threatening me knowing your current situation!" "Alastor is gonna get here and he's gonna kill you-" "he's not gonna do shit! not when I have his bitch on a leash~"

the conversation is cut short when Valentino's phone goes off, answering it, it sounds like one of his studio managers. Valentino ends the call "he's here" he says with a grin "Perfect". Vox leaves the room Valentino following behind him, I let out a shaky breath followed by a wince from the pain. at this rate, I might faint just from blood loss, I have to hang in just a little longer....

Alastors POV:

entering the building I make quick work of the staff working on the first floor, Angel leaving to head upstairs for y/n. I intend to wipe every demon in this building, Vox has been getting on my nerves for far too long, and it's time I bring this to an end. I walk into the elevator going up to the second floor, the elevator opens and I see Valentino standing in the middle of the room, models and porn actors fleeing the scene. he holds one gun in each hand, angelic guns... "go on, take your best shot!" he points the guns at me with that golden toothed grin "With pleasure~"

your POV:

my head feels fuzzy, the room being relatively silent before I hear the sound of screams and gunshots. I sit up seeing the door open expecting Vox but it was.. "Angel!!!! y-your here" "damn babes ya look like shit!" he runs over to me, untying my restraints "Thank fuck your here, where is Alastor!!?" "he's downstairs in that shit show" He uses his bottom arms to help me stand, rushing me out of the room. "we need to get ya outta here, smiles is gonna tear down this whole building!"

we stood in the elevator heading down to the second floor, booking it out of the elevator were met with Vox. he held a gun in his hand, using it to hit Angel in the face making him fall to the floor and drop me "you're not going anywhere!" "oh, but I think we are" Behind him stands Alastor, covered in blood with black tentacles coming out of his back. his smile strained and hair puffed out with a gunshot wound in his right shoulder.

Vox grabs me by the hair causing Alastor to lunge forward to attack, but he stops...because Vox takes the angelic gun in his hand, holding it to my head. "that's right! you're not gonna touch me, I will blow her fucking head off!" "Alastor don't-" "SHUT UP!! you have destroyed everything!! you were supposed to be dead seven years ago!!" he then points the gun at Alastor "You've made a fool out of me, you killed VAL!!!" looking behind Alastor, a pool of blood smears the floor with nothing but a pink striped gun left... "hmm how unfortunate~ he did put up a good fight"

"I have worked my ass off!!! to build my company to where it is now, and I'm not going to have an outdated PRICK destroy it, you were supposed to join us but instead, you ran off with Lucifer's dumb bitch daughter, and her HoTeL for redemption!! so now, I'm going to kill you..."

"I would have never joined you, too lost in your own pompous shit technology that it's become your greatest weakness!!, the only person that would tear your company down is you, so eager to prove that you are better but you have flaws just like every other person!!"

Vox's grip tightens on my neck "Vox... ack- y-you don't have to do this!! we can help you-" "My brand is perfection! I don't need help from you!!" he cocks back the gun aiming it straight for Alastors head, but a split second before he shoots Angel tackles him to the floor. everything felt like it was in slow motion, a ring in my ears as the shot fires, Angel on the floor pinning Vox down. and as I turned my head my vision blurred, I saw Alastor fall to his knees... with a gunshot to his chest.

I quickly crawl over to him "Alastor!!!! No... no no NO! Come on get up, please... ALASTOR!!" hot tears fall down my cheeks as I shake his body, his breathing is light and uneven as he struggles to stay awake. Vox laughs, his screen glitching in and out, Angel grabs his phone calling Charlie. I applied pressure to the wounds trying to stop the bleeding, and within a few minutes Charlie arrived with a few other people.

vaggie tries to pry me off of Alastor as I scream not wanting to let go but having no strength to fight back, as I'm pulled away all of the exhaustion and stress got to me causing everything to go dark, passing out.

We're almost finished with the series guys!!! one more chapter to go and I can start up fair exchange!!! also sorry if Velvet is kind of absent in this story, I was going to give her a place but didn't end up doing so since she mostly was on the topic of extermination until the Hazbin production gives her a more important role. thank you guys for your patience and have a wonderful day/night!

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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I get a kick out of you

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader

Platonic! Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x Reader

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Warnings: Ice is still sick in this fic, but I don’t go into detail about it. As many of you know, I adore Val Kilmer, and this character. Regarding Ice’s fate in the movie, it has been changed for my story. His health isn’t great, and will get worse in upcoming chapters, but I will NOT kill him off.

30 years later and Maverick is back in Top Gun. This time to teach it. It’s his turn to deal with his past, but it’s going to be OK. You’re there to help him. Both of you have someone to look out for.

Admiral Tom Kazansky and yourself are still going strong. Married life is treating you well, but his health is taking a turn. Tom wants to do his best by Pete, but some things are out of his hands.

They both need you now more than ever.

Word count: 1.9k

Chapter Three - Iceman

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You knock on the door to his office. Your husband has been hard at work for the past few hours and you had been busy downstairs with the family. You had made him some tea and had come to deliver it, while also checking in with him.

Admiral Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky.

Well decorated. Well admired. Well respected.

Safe to say, you have never been more proud of him. He worked hard everyday of his life, and still had all the time in the world to love you and share a life with you. You thank your lucky stars every night that you got your second chance.

You hate to think about what could have been had you never met him again.

“Come in,” you hear faintly through the door.

As you enter, you make sure not spill anything on his carpet. Your husband kept a very clean and tidy office, and you always made sure it stayed that way. He often chuckles when you come into to clean for him, despite him being capable to do so on his own.

The door closes behind you and you walk over to his desk. His hand rises to his lips as he coughs. You come to a stop beside him and place his tea down in its usual spot. You then gently run your fingers through his greying hair and lean down to plant a kiss to his cheek.

The coughs soon subside, and he looks up at you through his glasses. You smile softly.

“Don’t work too hard, dear.”

He smiles, shoulders shaking lightly with a chuckle.

“Never,” he whispers.

Your loving and hardworking husband was sick. Yet, every day he carried on with life. There wasn’t anything much else he could do. Bed rest meant stepping down from his work and letting someone else take over. He wouldn’t have it. Tom took great pride in his work, and he had someone to watch over.

Maverick.

You run your fingers through his hair again and sigh softly. He continues to look up at you. There is such softness and love in his eyes.

“I love you,” he says, softly.

Speaking was a slight chore for him. He made sure to speak softly when he could. On some of his really bad days, he took to typing out what he wanted to say. You had insisted that he do so. You were always looking out for him. He falls in love with you all the more for it.

“I love you too.”

You give him a kiss and let him get on with his work, heading downstairs to check on the children. The grandkids were out in the garden making plenty of noise. You smiled to yourself as you headed back into the kitchen.

Upon entering you find your son, Thomas, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“I half expected you to be out,” you chuckle softly, cleaning up as you go.

“Didn’t feel like it,” Thomas says.

Thomas is the spitting image of his father when he was younger. Blond hair, those blue eyes, that same smile. He went off to by a Navy aviator as soon as he was old enough to go. You had been so proud of him when he told you that’s what he wanted to do.

He always admired his father, so it came as no surprise to you that he wanted to be just like him.

“I assumed you would be at the bar.”

Thomas shakes his head quietly. You watch him. This isn’t like him.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask, hoping he would talk to you.

“Dad.”

You exhale a soft sigh.

“He’s alright. He’ll be alright.”

Thomas looks up at you and you can see it in his eyes. The worry. You say nothing as you walk over to him and pull him into a hug. He leans into you.

Nikki, your daughter, enters the house. She has been out playing with the children, but had come to get the drinks. She sees you and Thomas hugging in the kitchen and comes to a stop near the door.

Nikki, named after Goose, is a hard-working family girl. Though both your children were adults, she would always be your little girl to you. Though, just like Thomas, she looked up to her father and was definitely his girl.

“Everything OK?” She asks, looking between the pair of you.

Thomas and you part and you look up at her with a smile.

“All good,” you assure her.

Nikki offers her brother a smile before turning back to you.

“I think the kids could do with some drinks,” she says.

“I’ll get some juice. Why don’t you go outside, Thomas. Your father will be come down when he’s done with his work,” you tell him.

Thomas nods and follows his sister out of the house. When they’re gone, you sigh and lean against the counter. When Tom first got sick, you had been so scared. You had cried when they told you what could happen if it got worse. Yet, he was the one who held your hand and comforted you. You had looked him in the eye and asked him how he was being so calm about all of it. He replied:

“I have to look after you.”

You had been so confused at the time, but over the years it all made more sense. No matter what Tom Kazansky did in his life, he did everything with you on his mind all the time. You were the one person on this planet who he adored and treasured beyond belief. He did everything for you. Him being sick wasn’t going to change a thing.

Tom was alright. You knew that. He had coughing fits and some days he didn’t feel like getting up right away. You never made a deal out of it. You let him rest, sometimes having to convince him to. You made sure he ate and drank plenty. You checked in on him often, over text if you were not together.

Tom was still a working man. He was an Admiral with much to do. Sometime that meant he would be away from home for a little while, but he always made sure to contact you.

You pour some juice into some glasses and take them outside. You find Thomas with his wife and their 1 month old. The little one was cradled in their mother’s arms, while Thomas sat with his arm around her chair. Nikki was running around with her two young ones. 4 and 2. When you came out, their games stopped, and they ran over to drink their juice.

You chuckled as you handed the drinks over and went to sit with your son and his family.

This was the Kazasnky family.

You wouldn’t trade this for anything. Sometimes you think back to the time you almost wouldn’t have had this. Your life would have been so much more different if you hadn’t gone to Miramar with Goose and Maverick.

Juice drunk, the kids go off to play more games. Nikki is exhausted and puts her hands on her hips as she watches her two little rascals run off again. They’ve gone to bother the dog now. You laugh at the sight.

You’re not sure how much time you spend out there, but after a while you get the feeling of being watched. You turn slowly and your eyes land on your husband standing in the doorway. His eyes are on you. There’s a smile on his face, which grows when you turn to meet his eyes. You smile back.

Still very handsome.

He subtly waves you over. You get up and leave without saying a word, joining your husband back inside the house. He leads you away from the door and into the living room. He turns to face you, holding out his hand to you. You reach out and take it, stepping close to him.

“I have a favour to ask,” he says.

“What is it?”

He’s silent for a moment, his beautiful eyes flickering between yours. He’s reading you expression before he tells you. You wait patiently.

“Maverick,” he says.

You furrow your brow.

“Maverick?”

He nods. You can feel his thumb running over your knuckles. You give his hand a little squeeze.

“Maverick is coming back to Top Gun.”

Your expression softens.

“To teach it,” Tom says.

“Maverick? Pete? Pete Mitchell teaching Top Gun?” You question him.

Tom laughs. Oh, you love his laugh.

“Yes. There’s a catch,” he tells you.

“What is it?” You expression falls slightly. This is obviously something big if he’s bringing this up to you.

“Bradshaw.”

“Bradley Bradshaw?” You ask him.

Tom nods.

“I see,” you sigh. “What do you want me to do?”

Tom pulls you a little bit closer to him and wraps his arms around your waist. You smile softly as you lean into him, placing your hands on his chest.

“I want you to watch over them. Keep an eye on them. This is a big shot for Bradshaw, and the only thing I can do for Mitchell,” he tells you. “But I know as well as you do that Bradshaw will be less than pleased with Mitchell. They need someone they trust to keep things afloat... or in the air, so to speak.”

You chuckle softly at his words, but your mind wanders to the two pilots.

Bradley Bradshaw has so much potential and will learn what it really means to be a pilot in the Navy.

Pete Mitchell, your dear friend, lives for flying, but can he teach it? He will want to talk to Bradley too. You don’t see that ending well.

“What about you?” You ask.

Tom smiles softly at you.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“I always worry about you,” you whisper.

Tom kisses you gently. You close your eyes and memorise the press of his lips against yours. It’s moments like these that make you fall in love with him all over again.

“I’ll be right here,” he whispers back to you.

You touch your forehead to his and take in the scent of his cologne. You grip as his cardigan gently, feeling it under your fingers. His breath fans against your face in soft puffs.

“I’ll go see them, but I’m coming right back soon after. Tom.”

He smiles.

“We’ll see,” he says.

You kiss him again.

“I mean it. I worry about you.”

He looks at you with so much admiration, it makes the butterflies flutter in your stomach. All these years and it still feels like the first time. The smile he gives you makes your heart race.

“I’ll be OK. I am asking you to do this for me,” he says, speaking softly still.

You sigh softly and kiss him once more.

“Alright.”

He smiles and steals another kiss. He will never get enough of your kisses. He holds you so intimately. You lean into him, savouring his warmth and his love.

“The things I do for you,” you smile.

Tom chuckles.

“You know I would do anything for you,” he tells you.

“I know you would.”

Come morning, you’ll leave your family to go meet up with Maverick. He just didn’t know you were coming yet. You spent the rest of your day with your husband, not yet ready to leave his side, even though he has asked this of you.

It felt strange.

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neapoliting · 10 months

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that's THIRTY ENTIRE LEGIONNAIRES!!!!! WOOOO!!!!! KARATE KID!!!! HIYAH!!!!!!

i have done the entire month of le-june......thank you....for joining me in this adventure :D i'm very happy with myself for sticking with this

this design is actually 90% from a friend of mine! they aren't on tumblr so i cannot tag them here (drawn and posted with permission tho, do not fret)

according to both me and them, val's had some fun design concepts in the past! the big silly collar is super fun, so we kept that, if a little bit toned down. the orange for the main color won over the white, but other than that, the palette is kept v simple. the whole outfit being simple is fitting for the character - something functional and toned down

my friends also pointed out that since i tilted the "L" emblem, it makes a V for val....which was not my intention but is very fun

i'll be real now. i'm very sleepy and i have written thirty of these in the past month, and i'm not sure anyone reads them anyway lol. so that is all i will say about val!

i wanted to get myself back into the groove of drawing again, and i really feel great about what i did...so hopefully, lots more art, legion and otherwise to follow! <3

#dc #losh #legion of super heroes

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 months

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How OP men would react in a situation where you get anxious (Straw hats men! x fem! reader)

A/N: Just working... bye -Val

Characters: Sanji, Luffy and Zoro

Words: 1,612

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Sanji:

Storm

You wake up as another lighting strikes the peaceful silence in the Going Merry. Your body’s covered in sweat, your heartbeat pounding on your chest and the tears dripping down your cheeks. “Shit, shit, stop!” You say at loud as you cover your ears. “Please,” you sob.

You always wanted to be like those people who enjoy the sound of the rain and are fascinated by lighting, but no...

“Fuck! Stop!” You leave your bed, feeling frustrated and exit your room.

The storm makes the ship lurch dangerously sideways, making you tremble in the corridors. The place you reach without thinking is the kitchen, and you fall inside immediately and crawl behind the counter.

“Y/N?” You hear a voice, but your trembling body won't let you react to it “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Sanji kneels in front of you.

Another lighting strike makes you squeal before you can say anything.

Sanji frowns. “The storm?” He asks.

You feel his strong arms move you to his lap and hug you against his chest.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweets,” he coos as he caresses your back. You clutch your hand on his shirt like your life depends on it, his body heat and tender touches try to calm you. “I got you, baby. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I promise.”

He keeps saying sweet reassuring things to you as if the storm isn’t out there.

“You’re so brave, Y/N,” The storm is fading little by little. “So strong and smart. Don’t worry about anything, you can trust me. Oh! You know what this reminds me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, “When we made that complicated cake,” he chuckles. “I was scared and anxious, but you reassured and trusted me. You helped me in the kitchen, and we made a total disaster all over the place.”

You remember too. You raise your head to watch him.

“We burned the mix three times!” He exclaims laughing. “And the flour was more in your face than in the cake,” You giggle at that, so he lowers his head and smiles softly at you. “We did it at the end, didn’t we?” You nod. “But you never gave up on me,” he leans and kisses your forehead. “Are you feeling better, love?”

You nod again. “Thank you, Sanji.”

“There’s nothing to thank, darling. It's a pleasure to have you in my arms. You know what I’m thinking?”

“What?

He moves his arms to hold you tighter. “I’m starting to think my arms are made for holding you.”

You smile. “I think so too,” You lean to kiss his cheek.

Luffy

Being in the spotlight

“So, is it true that you’re the only one without a devil’s fruit?” A girl interrupts your walk.

“Uh?”

“Who’s the stronger Straw-hat?” Asks another boy.

“How did you defeat that super strong man?” The people surround you and ask you many questions.

“Are you dating someone?”

“Is it true that you’re the future pirate queen?”

Your body starts to shake, it’s hard to breathe and your hands are covered in sweat. “Please, just back off. I don’t know—”

“Are you having a family with Monkey D. Luffy?”

“Who’s more handsome?”

Meanwhile, Luffy’s enjoying food at the corner when he hears his name. He turns to look for the person, but he stops startled as he sees all the people reunited on the other side of the room.

“Nami,” she’s by his side. “What’s going on there?” He points.

“I don’t know.”

“Guys!” Usopp arrives taking off his binoculars “They’re surrounding Y/N!”

“What?”

Luffy stretches his neck, and he finds you in distress. “Usopp,” he pokes his arm. “I have an idea.”

The lights turn off and then, just one reflects to the other side of the room. “Ladies, and gentlemen,” Usopp appears. “May I have your full attention, please? I want to show you something. I’m sure you’ve never seen before!” He moves dramatically. “And for that, I need everybody to walk closer to me!” The crowd move slowly, curious about the new show.

Out of nowhere, you feel a grip on your waist and are pulled until you crash into a body. You open your mouth to protest but Luffy makes a sign to be quiet. He lifts you, so your legs hug his low waist, and you hold him by the neck. Luffy jumps and runs out the window and through the big house’s roof to finally land in a flat part.

When he makes sure you can stand, he lets you go.

“Holy shit!” You’re heavy breathing and put a hand on your chest as you sit down.

“Are you okay?” Luffy asks.

“No, Luffy. I’m not okay. A million people cornered me, asking me stupid questions and they demanded answers, then being treated like a fucking ragdoll and fly to the damn roof!” You yell at him exhaling all the frustration.

He moves awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “So, how do you feel now?” He smiles.

You frown standing up. “Why do you ask me that? How blind are you? I'm annoyed, overwhelmed, and exhausted. They don’t know about us; they don’t know me. I mean, how dare they ask me all that bullshit and treated me like I’m the weak one of the group? Shit! Someone asked if I’m having children with you! We saved them two minutes ago and they want our gossip? Why?”

“You should scream!” He raises his arms.

“What?”

“Scream! Like this!” He screams like an animal as he jumps many times. “C’mon! Your turn!”

You’re so confused by now, but your body’s shaking still so you obey him. Both of you scream so loud that your throats hurt. Somehow, that helps and makes you feel lighter. After a while, you look at Luffy and he smiles wide. You hug him tight.

“Thank you, Lu.”

He giggles. “You’re welcome!” He hugs you back. “Now, I’ll go for more food for us,” he says ending the hug.

Zoro:

Crowd

The city’s downtown is crowded, and it’s the stupid festival's fault, Zoro thinks.

You two must find Luffy before the Marines do, but the people and all the distractions make it difficult. At some point, Zoro feels your small hand grabbing his wrist and he turns to see you out of breath and trying not to get lost, the people are moving and crashing into your body like you aren’t there.

“Shit,” he murmurs. Zoro quickly takes your hand and leans at your height. “Y/N, hey. Breathe, breathe for me, c´mon,” You look at his eyes with fear.

“I can’t—I have to... Zoro, help,” you try to say.

He nods ignoring his lack of orientation and he takes all his focus on getting you safely out of there. He pulls you closer to his body, then he remembers Nami’s words ‘If you need to return to the ship, follow where the big fish statue is, and you’ll see the Merry—Zoro, wake the hell up!’ He shakes his head.

“The big fish!” He yells and points at the other side of the fountain in the middle. “Let’s go, I got you,” he tells you as he puts an arm around you and starts to push people away. He can feel your tense body and he checks your status every few minutes. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

The second he says that a loud bang is heard, causing panic among the people. They run and scream everywhere.

“Zoro!” You yell.

“Fuck!” He thinks fast as he kneels near you. “Hop up!” He points at his back.

You jump, hold his neck and place your legs around his waist, hiding your face on his shoulder. Zoro makes sure you’re okay and run as fast as he can. Although some people push him, he continues his way without stopping.

You close your eyes as the tears fall without control. You can’t think of anything else but to hold Zoro.

“Y/N, hey,” Zoro whispers. You open your eyes slowly and realize that you are back on the ship.

You sit down, back against the wood handrail and Zoro kneels in front of you. “There you go,” he smirks looking at your eyes and grabbing your face. “How do you feel?”

You analyze yourself, checking if your body is complete; your heart isn’t rising anymore. You’re… fine. “I’m okay,” you smile. “Thanks to you”.

He nods caressing your cheek. “Are you sure? Do you need anything?”

“Just… just you, please,” He moves to your side, and he lifts you to his lap as he holds you to his chest. “I was so scared,” you mumble. You feel his kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, it’s over now.”

“Have I ruined everything?”

“Usopp found Luffy, and the others are coming, you don’t have to worry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say crap like that, everybody’s scared of something.”

“You aren’t,” You lean back to look at him.

“I was scared too,” he looks away. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“About what?”

“Let’s just— uh,” he groans, “just let me hold you before someone sees us.” He pulls you back again.

“But what scared you?”

“Forget it.”

“But I want to help you, what if it happens again?”

“It won’t, I’ll make sure of it.”

“But—”

“Lose you, okay!? Scared the shit out of me, damn it!”

“Oh.”

After a minute of silence, you hug him again.

“You’re my hero, baby,” You smile hearing his scoff.

“Shut up,” you giggle and you’re sure he’s smiling too.

“My knight in shiny armor.”

He puts a hand over your mouth.

#twoidiots writing #one piece zoro #one piece luffy #one piece #one piece sanji #strawhat pirates #monkey d luffy x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #rononoa zoro

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