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sytoran · 11 months

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𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟏

you, a regular law-abiding citizen, saved the gods by accident. now, the goddess of lust, natasha, is going to grant you a wish. you could've had just about anything, but looking at the ethereal being before you, there's only one thing on your mind.

pairing: goddess!natasha x dom!fem!reader (G!P)

note: hello, folks! this is the long-awaited goddess!nat fic for the milestone event! i am quite proud of this fic, ngl... got a bit too carried away with some parts ;)

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When you jumped in front of a speeding car to save a cat on the road, you had absolutely no clue that the cat was not, in fact, a cat.

This not-cat was a species of flerken, and it’s name was Goose. Flerkens were extremely dangerous alien creatures. At least, that’s what the Goddess of Galaxies, Carol Danvers, told you.

Trust me, meeting an intergalactic space goddess with a pet killing-machine (that looked awfully like a cat) was about as chaotic and unbelievable as you would imagine it to be.

—

“H-holy fuck!” you yelled, jumping in your seat, as a glowing woman materialised before your very eyes, in your shithole of an office.

“I do not believe I am holy, even though I am a Goddess.” The woman stated, watching with curious eyes as you tittered over your split coffee. Lifting your laptop and muttering curses, then sifting through the messed up paperwork.

“You’re a what?” You asked distractedly, still panicking over the mess that is your desk. “My boss is actually going to murder me. Or maybe I’ll murder myself first. I am literally- Yeah, okay, how the fuck did you appear like that? And aren’t gods supposed to be like, really huge? You look kinda…… human.”

“I am a goddess.” Carol reiterated with slight annoyance. A literal extraterrestrial being was in front of your eyes, and the only thing you cared about was your damn coffee?

“We are beings you could only ever fathom from the depths of your imagination, powerful beyond measure. Which is also why we can shapeshift to look like regular human beings, so we won’t scare the shit outta you. Which seems to have still happened.”

You let out a dry bark of laughter. Carol wasn’t sure if you thought she was funny or you were about to burst into tears.

“So, why did you decide to visit me, ever-powerful, omnipresent, all-mighty being?” You asked, half-sarcastically, half simply given up on life itself. The report you had been working on for nearly an hour had been ruined by the fiasco earlier.

You dropped into your chair, kicking your feet up onto your desk. Loosening your black tie with a weary sigh, you looked at the Goddess’ eyes and continued. “I’m a nobody. I’m an overworked and underpaid attorney. I run on caffeine. I don’t know why or how you’re here, but I really–”

“You saved us. The Gods and Goddesses.” Carol interrupts, firm and unyielding. “We owe you, alright? You get one wish.”

“One wish, to get whatever it is you desire. Anything. Anything at all.”

—

Your story was absolutely one of zero to hero. From an ‘underpaid and overworked attorney’, to having the fucking gods of the multiverse indebted to you, it seemed like a rather unorthodox situation.

“So… what do you want?” Carol had asked you.

“Uhm, I don’t need anything,” you mumbled, fiddling with your loosened tie. “Like, it’s totally chill between us even if I saved your cat.”

Great. Real cool, Y/N. The middle school boys could never compare to your level of failed attempts at being cool.

“Goose is not a cat, alright?” Carol commented, offended. You mutter an apology.

“So, what do you want?” she continued impatiently. “Humans thrive off greed. You mortals always want something. What is it, money? A fancy car? A boyfr– okay, not to be stereotypical, but you’re definitely not straight. So, women on your mind?”

You splutter at her outright but nevertheless true allegation. Carol gives you this blank stare that makes you feel stupid.

“Well, I guess, as a woman, there’s something I do want,” you speak up after a while. Carol raises her eyebrows in interest. “Something I have wanted to try, you know.”

Leaning closer to whisper your deepest desire in the goddess’ ear, Carol’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline. Her impressed, intrigued, embarrassed, and taken aback emotions all morphed into one expression, almost steals a laugh from your lips.

—

“You want me to grant you a cock.”

The Goddess of Lust sits in her throne, a picturesque image of perfection, the statement falling from her lips with such ease. There’s a lilt to her voice you can’t decipher. You just nod, looking unfalteringly at the goddess, as if it was the most normal request in the world.

The Goddess was slightly perturbed by your lack of, well, awe. There you were, standing in her grand palace, unfazed by the multi-million dollar chandeliers and gold-framed pictures, unfazed by her.

Natasha was just about the most exquisite sight people would kill to lay their eyes upon. Soft curls framed her delicately sculpted face like curtains to a stage, magnificent deep eyes and a more than well-endowed body to complement her pretty face. Her rose-gold dress of satins and sequins dripped with money. There was the thrall she exuded, of seduction so strong that had men and women falling to their knees.

Natasha was the Goddess of Lust for sakes, and the only thing you cared about was redeeming your wish?

She would’ve been annoyed, if not for how unfairly charming you were, standing with your hands in your pockets, a charming gentlemanly smile on your face.

“What kind of cock do you want?” Natasha resorts to ask, a playful smirk on her features. “I’ve seen some interesting ones over the years, intergalactic sex is far crazier than you would imagine. Ooh, do you want tentacles to-”

“Uh, no thanks.” You say hurriedly, a hand going out of your pocket to rub at your nose. It’s the first sign of discomfort or embarrassment Natasha’s seen from you. She grins.

“Just a regular human one?” She clarifies, pouting at you slightly.

“That’d be great, yeah.” You respond, back to smiling brightly. Natasha frowns. She knows that there’s something under that stupid gentlemanly facade you’re putting on. She’s craving to get a taste of it.

“What size?” The Goddess asks bluntly, like a Starbucks barista asking for your order on a Monday morning.

“A regular size would be fine, I suppose.” You respond in kind, nodding to yourself assuredly. Natasha winks at you. “Ah, a regular size, I see.”

Before you can decipher that cryptic response, the Goddess stands up, a pillar of superiority and authority. She snaps her fingers, and you’re being pushed back into a fancy chair. Where did the chair come from, anyway?

You forgo the answer to that question as the Goddess begins what you would assume to be the procedure. “Sit tight.”

A surge of pain presses against your crotch area, and you almost keel forward in shock, but the pain goes as quickly as it comes.

“Wait….. that’s it?” You ask, almost disbelievingly. Natasha nods proudly.

You look down, hands resting on your belt buckle.

You look up at the Goddess, and she only smirks.

You pull down your pants in swift fashion, letting out a quiet ‘whoa’ at the bulge in your boxers. It definitely feels bigger than would be regular, but then again you don’t have much knowledge of a man’s cock per se.

“Thank you,” You say, pleased with the results. Trying something new in the bedroom would definitely bring more life to your desolate days.

All too quick for the Goddess’ liking, you’re putting your clothes back on and getting ready to leave. “Thanks for your help,” You say calmly, turning to walk down the long passageway.

God, you just wanted to watch her fall apart.

As you walk, you feel Natasha’ eyes burning holes through your back. Oh, the tension was palpable, building with each step you took. It was getting harder to walk, with Natasha’s thrall like a heavyweight on your shoulders, willing you not to leave.

As you stand before the tall doors, you come to a standstill. Natasha waits in her throne with bated breath, so many words fighting to fall from the tip of her stubborn lips.

Your hand pushes down on the door handle, and that’s the last thing you can do before Natasha snaps her fingers again, and the tension is broken like a snapped coil. Suddenly, you’re pressed against her, looking into her dilated pupils.

“You’re so annoying, you know? I’ve been so fucking horny, looking at you this whole time, and you were about to get up leave?” Natasha asks, her tongue coming out to dart at her pink lips. Her hands have grasped your forearms, but your hands are cinched around her waist, disabling movement.

“No,” you breathe, head moving down to trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her poised neck. “I was waiting for you.” The Goddess throws her head back under your fleeting touch.

“Fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles, and you smirk against her skin. You’re rough with her, too, knowing that she isn’t made of glass, sucking purple marks into the pale skin of her neck, shoving your knee between her legs to spread them wider.

“Too much clothes,” Natasha breathes, and then with a burst of magic you’re stripped bare of any article of clothing. Her hands fly to your cock instantaneously, wrapping her delicate fingers around your semi-hard member.

You grunt against her skin, struggling to find a better position to properly have her. Since she’s sitting in the throne and you’re bent over above her, you can barely have her the way you want. Due to your lack of magical power, you resort to doing things the hard way.

Your hands slide under Goddess’ dress, going under her thighs, and then manhandling her up. Natasha’s whines of disapproval turn on deaf ears as you sit yourself in the grand chair, plopping her onto your lap. You don’t miss the way her thighs are already slightly damp.

“Need you inside now, fuck,” Natasha growls into your skin, climbing onto your cock as your hands squeeze at her thighs. You proceed to rip the fabric off her skin, deciding that there’s too much clothing restricting you from getting your hands on her.

And boy, was that a sight you’d never forget.

“Oh!” The Goddess cries, when you lean forward to wrap your lips around her hardened bud. Your hands don’t rest for a moment, squeezing everywhere – hips, thighs, breasts, ass — whatever you can get your hands on. She’s fucking exquisite.

The stimulation seems to work wonders for Natasha’s pleasure, as she engulfs your cock in her warmth with fervour.

You gasp lowly, a throaty sound escaping your lips. Her hips and ass go up and down, working her cunt around the girth of your cock, wet and warm and slick. You can barely keep up with how desperate she is, and the fact that you have this wonder of a woman falling apart at your hands makes your heart soar.

Matching the rhythm of short upward thrusts with Natasha’s riding makes her moan out loud, a pretty melodious sound that imprints itself into your brain all at once. You wanna hear it a hundreds of times more.

Natasha gets more messy with her riding, as you suck hickeys, light ones and fierce ones, into her collarbone and her neck and breasts. You can’t resist the urge to slap her on the ass as she rides you like it’s the last day she’d be on this universe.

“Ah!” The Goddess moans, and you grip her thighs and push her down hilt deep, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. You feel her cum around your cock, so needy and desperate and mindless, and that triggers your own climax.

Natasha hadn’t even begun to open her eyes again before she ends up on the floor and you hovering above her, your hands fervently spreading her cunt open. You duck your head down, licking a long stripe up her puffy clit.

The Goddess writhes, unintelligible moans falling from her lips as you proceed to give her the best fucking cunnilingus of her life.

You’re more than determined to make this an unforgettable experience for the Goddess who probably had sex every other day.

Natasha doesn’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your tongue, but you’re ravenous and your carnal desire makes her even wetter than before.

She’s slept with plenty of people, human or not, but none of them had ever been this uncouth about her pussy. Oh, it nearly drove her mad, but she was already seeing stars.

Before the Goddess registers what’s happening, your hardened cock slides into her cunt with a flippant ease once again. Natasha lets out a filthy moan as she feels it throb inside her, clenching around you hard.

You slap her thigh in retaliation, but feeling the sudden strike of pain only turns her on further. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you pant. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Natasha takes it as a promise, when you spread her thighs and line your cock up with her pussy. The Goddess of Lust doesn’t think she’s ever wanted anyone this bad.

You enter her roughly, your previously calm exterior completely faded away. You fuck her deeper with each thrust, opening the Goddess up. Pounding into the woman’s cunt like a woman starved, you hear her beg and cry with each thrust.

“Oh, please! More! More!” The Goddes cries, nearly screaming your name every time your blunt head pushes against her cervix. You only get spurred on further, going at a pace so painfully fast you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

You swallow at the sight of this Goddess, completely breathtaking in her state of unravelling.

“My divine Goddess,” You say, leaning down to press a kiss against the bulge of your cock at her lower stomach.

Those words in itself have Natasha uncoiling before you, your name falling from her lips like a sacred mantra. Her walls are wrapped around your cock so tight, her nails digging into your back so hard it nearly draws blood.

“My divine Goddess,” you repeat, eyes glazed over, reaching your own climax inside her. Natasha lets out a filthy moan, feeling each throb of your cock in her as walls of cum pulse inside her, again and again.

God, it feels so good, everything everywhere all at once, your world becoming Natasha, Natasha, Natasha.

You think you could stay like this forever.

—

A long bath and a trip to the Goddess’ bedroom later, you’re laying on her expensive silk sheets, hair smelling like rosemilk or whatever that shampoo had been called.

You honestly don’t know how this gorgeous woman’s been charmed by your awkward humour and the coffee stain on your work shirt, but you’re definitely not complaining as she nuzzles into your neck, humming in satisfaction.

“You sure that’s the first time you’ve ever had a cock?”

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yautjathiinkinggrounds · 10 months

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If you're still taking requests I have a funny one

A Yautja with a human reader that sleep walks and talks XD

Yautja mate x Ooman!Reader (gn)

Your Yautja had come back from a hunt.

tired and eager to see his dear Ooman mate once again.

He find you already asleep in your shared cot.

you're all bundled up in his furs, keeping warm from the cold night.

Your Yautja gets under the furs with you and cuddles your body.

his natural warmth relaxing your sleeping form.

He starts to slip into sleep when all of the sudden you say "you brought it?"

clicking dubiously he'd ask what you're talking about.

"you came all this way and you didn't bring it?"

He's get increasingly agitated, worried he had forgotten about something important.

"how would we have the party if we don't have out party outfits?!?" You'd raise your hands in the air and sit up.

Your mate would be so perplexed at your anger, as he tries to follow what you are saying. Party? Outfits??

He puts a hand on your shoulder, purring to get you to settle down, and when he turns your really weak body around that's when he notices your eyes are barely focused on anything. They're half litted and your jaw is slack.

He pieces together that you aren't really all there, so he decides to play along "I did bring them they're right here my little sain'ja."

You grow happy with his answer and cuddle back into his arms.

"ok good, I thought this was going to be a mess"

"hmmm, yes my mate."

you'd go back to your deep sleep, your mate clicking to himself in laughter.

Oomans are very weird creatures, and he is so happy to discover new things of your species through you.

#yautja #yautja x reader #yautja x human #predator x reader #yautja headcanon #ask

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adventuringblind · 28 days

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Pieces From You

Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Genre: Ghoulverse Hurt-comfort

Summary: Carlos catches fleeting moments of pain through his mating bond. When he finds her being cut open, Carlos has to act fast and choose between revenge and saving the girl he loves.

Warnings: Blood, Ghouls eat people and is a major plot point, gore, Jos Verstappen's A+ parenting, abuse, anxiety, hospitals, mentions of sexual things, Landoscar being chaotic, protective big brother Max

Notes: For 🏍, I loved getting to write for my ghoul boys again, so I really hope you like it! T_T

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It's not like he was planning to run around the paddock like a maniac. It was the last thing he wanted to have on his agenda for today. However, the tie between him and his mate has him searching for her.

Whatever is causing her this pain needs to be eliminated. Carlos is doing his best to keep himself steady as he searches. He has a feeling he already knows what's happening. Or, at the very least, has an idea.

Max's baby sister had been on the unfortunate end of not receiving whatever gene makes them ghoul. Despite being pureblooded and the rest of her family having it. An anomaly that's made her different; a black sheep in her own home. That being said, Max has always been obnoxiously protective of her despite their fathers wants.

Carlos had seen the scars and bite marks. He'd seen the way she'd offered herself up on a silver platter when Max first introduced them all those years ago. It was customary for her, apparently, to let ghouls take a piece of her body. It hurt knowing even her father has taken bites out of her. Most likely, that’s what is happening now despite the fact she has his bonding venom seeping through her veins.

It hadn’t taken long for him to realize the what was happening between them. That the mating call was there. Max was just a protective batard that wouldn’t let him anywhere near her until he proved himself. Which - considering her situation - made Carlos feel a little better.

Max had tried his best; he’s still trying his best. The piece of horn Max burned off for her rests against her neck. Carlos’ joined beside his while they were dating. He discovered how bad it hurts to lose a piece of the bone. Yeah, it’ll grow back, but in the moment he was a blubbering mess and she was the one holding his hand.

With two horn pieces and a scarred over bonding mark, this shouldn’t be happening anymore. Nobody should be laying a finger on her; on his mate.

Carlos makes his way to the Redbull garage. He’d spent the last hour in debrief and already searched all of his. If she’s not there, then she’s probably around Max. Or was trying to be around him and got separated. Worse - max could be the source of her pain. Prince of the ghouls or not, he won’t hesitate to rip him apart if that’s the case.

He dives into the Redbull garage and follows his nose. Not the best of his species but it works. It’s his ears that work better and as he turns a corner, he finds he doesn’t need his nose anymore. Carlos can hear her wailing for either himself or Max. the latter must not be around if he’s not already fighting whoever has the audacity to try and hurt Carlos’ lover.

He slides around the corner and snarls at the, ironically, human offender. She's wailing at the man, trying to shove him off but failing despite her best efforts. It doesn't help this guy has gravity on his side with a knee in her chest. He's carving out pieces of her, slowly and methodically.

The red on the floor and the tang of metal burning his nose. He has to do everything in his willpower not to make a show of it. If he risks himself, he can't help her.

He settles for dragging the man backwards, wrestling the knife away from him. "Funny, I thought humans didn't eat people." Carlos tosses the struggling body to the side and makes for the girl on the floor.

"Pretty bite mark on her neck, wouldn't you say?" The cocky smile on the mans face nearly sends Carlos into a frenzy. "Figured I should show her what's gonna happen eventually."

"Ah yes, hurt the innocent because that's how to win them to your side." This time - he does abandon the original plan and flashes his elongated canines at him. Carlos' eyes darken when the man shrinks backwards and hauls ass in the other direction. Carlos will deal with him later.

With nothing else around to try and stop the bleeding, Carlos sheds his own shirt and wraps it around the gaping wound in her. He should not be able to see that much of the under part of her skin.

"I tried to get him off-"

"I know, you did so well amor. Just keep your eyes on me now, yeah?"

He pulls out his phone and rings Lando. He silently pleads that the Brit picks up because there is no way Carlos is going to get into emergency with her like this. Not when it's standard to test everyone who walks through the doors.

"Hola~ You've reached Lando!"

"Need you in the Redbull garage."

Carlos can hear Lando's chipper mood fade away. "Everything alright?"

"Need your human self to get her to emergency. Also, bring Oscar with you." The girl underneath him whines as he tries to keep pressure on the wound.

"And why would you need my mate for considering he can't get into emergency either?"

"Well - I'm going to need him to stop me and Max from doing anything stupid."

Carlos and Max are pacing the floor. He feels like he's explained the situation to the Dutch a hundred time now and he's still not computing.

"But he was human?"

Oscar knocks his head against the door. A smart move, considering it's the only exit. "He was proving a point."

"It was the wrong one," Max huffs and crosses his arms. Twenty-six now and Max still has the ability to look like Carlos' seventeen year old teammate who pouted when his voice cracked. His sister had been younger then and Max wouldn't let her near the track; not until she was an adult. Even then it was a pain.

His phone rings with Lando's contact. The Facetime call makes him hope that he'll get to see his girl awake.

Lando's face fills the screen, a little smile on his face. "I figured you would want proof of life." He pans the camera over to her and the blinking heart monitor and her blinking eyes. She tries to smile at him, but it's lopsided. "Her arm is pretty messed up and they are getting ready for surgery, but she'll be alright."

Carlos' heart settles a bit. He won't be able to calm completely until she is back in his arms. It helps know that she is at least okay and breathing.

Max throws himself in front of Carlos’ phone screen. “Thanks for being with her Lando.”

“I can’t have my emotional support tribe human dying on me! I would die with the three of you all alone! Oscar could dick me down for days and I still would be stressed!”

“Are you saying my dick isn’t good enough?” Max and Carlos turn to look at Oscar as Lando is now blushing furiously on the phone screen.

“That’s not - you know that’s not what I meant!”

There is nothing more terrifying than Oscar's calm expression with the slightest hint of a smirk. "Uh-huh, nice try. If you can walk tomorrow, then you're not walking anywhere until you can't do it without stumbling."

There is a slurred laugh of Carlos' love echoes through the speakers of the phone. "Maybe Lando will be in here with me."

Carlos can't help but lose it. All he wants is to wrap her up in his arms. Let Lando try to outrun Oscar and laugh when he's limping to the airport and can't sit right on Max's jet.

Really, he just wants her.

"When will the surgery be done?"

"They are estimating late tonight, depending. Might be faster than that."

Carlos looks at Max and Oscar. "I think we have time to do some hunting, wouldn't you say?"

He receives a couple of smirks in return.

She cracks her eyes open, disoriented, and groggy. Her arm hurts, and the memory of being pinned hits her harder than ever.

She sits up in a hurry, franticly looking to see if she's alone. Lando appears in the corner of her eye and gently pushes her back down. "You're alright now. Doctors got you all patched up." He smiles at her gently despite the hesitancy in his eyes.

"Where's Carlos?" Her voice is in shambles and makes her cringe.

Lando keeps a hand on her bicep. "He's with Max and Oscar. Want to see if he'll pick up?"

She nods her head yes, excited to see her savior. Though her plans are foiled when her doctor cones in. Her eyes widen at seeing the male, not the same one, but similar to her attacker.

She stays small and quiet as he goes about his work, checking her charts. He leans down to listen to her heart and whispers. "I saw the mark, don't worry, I'm one of them. I know how to get your mate in here if you would like?"

Both her and Lando are nodding frantically. The waiting is miserable, but they pass the time with light conversation and cartoons.

The doctor comes back in with the three ghouls in tow. They are chatting away like nothing is the matter. He does another once over if her vitals before leaving them to their own devices.

As in, she drags Carlos into the bed with her. He takes the side that has her good arm and cradles her injured arm gently. He gently runs his fingers along the bandages. "He's gone now. You won't ever have to worry about him again."

She peers up into his eyes. "Why's that?"

The three ghouls share a look, and Lando gives Oscar a skeptical glare. "What did you three do?"

"Revenge tastes delicious sometimes." Max giggles and winks at her. To most it be unsettling. To her, it brings a sense of comfort.

Later into the night, when the other three boys are asleep, she lays away on Carlos' chest. He's been trying to get her to sleep for an hour now, but there is an unsettling anxiety after today's events. There are too many possibilities.

"Sleep, mi amor. I can feel you thinking too much."

"I'm scared... it's not just my dad anymore. I thought I would be able to flash my mating mark and be safe. It's the humans, too, though. Am I... am I like them now? If I'm not giving myself to solve the problem, then am I adding to it?" It feels to say it aloud. All those heavy thoughts finally lifted off her chest.

Carlos continues his soothing motion on her head. He tucks her closer to his chest. "You never have been and never will be a problem. It's others who fight amongst themselves over mindless disagreements and differing opinions. You are someone who can understand us. You don't intend on hurting anyone." She can feel his love for her radiating through her veins as he continues. "What happened today wasn't your fault. That was someone else being cruel because they were scared."

"You are my everything, Carlos. I just want to help."

"You help me by being alive; by being yourself. A fighter who isn't afraid to throw herself in front of an apex predator if it means protecting them."

Carlos looks at her with adoration in his eyes. He cups her face gently, fingers brushing over the bite mark on her clavicle as he moves upward.

"I couldn't have chosen anyone better. You are perfect, and in time, I think you're going to make this world a better place."

With the need for reassurance her mind was craving now sated, she rests peacefully. Immune to the world around her and safe in Carlos' arms. It's a good feeling to know that he's not just protecting her; she's doing the same for him.

... Even if it isn't always the outcome she wanted.

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scaredycatqlt · 3 months

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Some silly platonic headcanons of bill cipher x reader pls?

Oh hell yeah!!! I love my lil AroAce triangle >:3

Bill Cipher X Reader [PLATONIC!]

Alright, well, for starters, how you became friends could vary.

Either you’re some messed up otherworldly creature with a thirst for chaos and destruction like him, or some unsuspecting human. Or maybe you knew what you were doing? Who knows! Bill knows.

Regardless, at first he doesn’t pay you much mind. You’re simply another pawn on the chessboard to him.

He can get bored easy, so he hangs out around you a lot. Not for long, mainly frequent short visits.

He finds you amusing, you and your antics! If you’re a dimensional thing like him, he’s quick to invite you to join him in wrecking havoc. If you’re a human, he’s more still in the ‘I’m better lol’ mindset.

When you guys are finally friends, he will try to convince you to let him possess you. Not all the time! And very infrequently! Come on, won’t you help a pal out?

His love language (PLATONICALLY) is acts of service and gift giving. He’s not an emotional being by any means at all, so this is how he expresses his care for you.

As canonically presented, his gifts are kinda…..messed up.

deer teeth, a eternal screaming head, weird shit in general.

Also with acts of service he totally offers to take care of anything bothering you. Someone annoyed you? He can get rid of them! Don’t you worry your fuzzy little head!

A litttlleeee bit of a platonic yandere but who here’s surprised….

He does a lot of small things for you that you might not notice. Like picking something up, summoning an object, giving you whatever small thing you happen to want at that time, yeah.

If something happened to you he’d probably go crazy ngl.

You’re like his partner in crime!

Also, if you’re human he makes sure you’re taking care of your meat-suit properly.

Have you drank water? Eaten? Slept? Done all the human things?

One last thing, I feel like Bill would love Doritos. I know this kinda doesn’t match the theme, but there used to be this whole ‘Bill hates Doritos they’re his species :(‘ kinda thing and while it is funny, personally I disagree. I think he’d find it hilarious, and probably eat them specifically because they look like him. He’s a little creacher.

Here they are!! Again, sorry it took forever. I’ve been busy with school n shit, but I’m working on these requests one by one.

#gravity falls x reader #gravity falls headcanons #gravity falls #headcanons #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #platonic love #bill cipher #bill ci the all seeing eye

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coluanprodigy · 2 years

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It's funny to me, although I understand why, that everyone treats Bruce as the "obviously angsty mentally ill one" compared to Clark. Like everyone expects the Broody Batman™️ to be fucked up, obviously. But it's so weird to me that people treat Superman as if he is Mr. Cheerful Healthy Sunshine when, as a fan of the character, I'm willing to die on the hill that's he's just as messed up. You're telling me the man who spends his whole life feeling painfully isolated, lonely and alienated, so desperate and obsessive with being percieved and accepted as human, after he had his own sense of humanity slowly and forcibly taken away from him as a child by his own body through sudden and traumatizing ways, who has to carry the legacy of a near extinct species on his shoulders almost entirely alone, while desperately trying to scrape and preserve any information about his own people, is the pinnacle of mental health? Like, really? The guy who's the embodiment of "I'm gonna get a good grade at being a regular human being, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve"? That guy? That guy is trauma free?

#superman #dc comics #dc #batman #robot noises.txt #superman tag #clark kent

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fleet-off · 10 months

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@aantinous’s marvelous tags on this post reminded me of the silly li’l shapeshifter snake!Vegas AU @theflowergirl Lily and I came up with over DMs a while back!

Snake!Vegas slips into the main family home pretty regularly pre-canon. Sometimes to spy. Sometimes to ruin Tankhun’s afternoon.

One day Pete catches the snake mid-troll! Tankhun is very upset. Pete obliviously sticks the snake in a Tupperware in his room to let it go once his boss’s ire dies down.

He drops a little food in the Tupperware. He doesn’t know what snakes eat, but what’s good for Petes is probably good for snakes?

He has a nice little workout after his shift. A nice little shower. A nice little dance around the room in the half-nude.

That evening he releases the snake in the yard and moves on.

Except now the snake? Keeps showing up at odd times?? Pete could swear it’s the same snake. It doesn’t look like a local species, maybe it’s an escaped pet.

“Maybe it’s just looking for a home,” he thinks, and doesn’t think about why that hits him so hard.

(Meanwhile. Vegas was in it for the spying, the trolling, and the mild voyeurism but now it’s—oh. Oh, he’s? Keeping me safe? This is…new.)

So there’s a snake in Pete’s life now.

Occasionally there’s also a snake in Pete’s bed, which is always a fun discovery in the morning. Still, Pete can’t blame a snake for being coldblooded, can he? And the snake has a cute little :) face. And it hasn’t tried to bite him yet. It may be bonded?

This is normal and fine.

(Getting into Pete’s room involves sneaking out of the minor family home, traversing the main family grounds in serpent form, and sneaking all the way up to the bodyguard quarters. Vegas has not slept with one of Kinn’s escorts in ages—he simply does not have the time.)

(Look, he’s getting under the skin of this main family dog who keeps getting tasked to follow him. It’s funny.)

(It’s turning into instinct. Like birds flying back to the same forest, like turtles returning to the same beach.)

(If he thinks too hard about it, he’s not going to be able to justify it anymore—he does not think about it.)

Vegas’s torture suitcase contains syringes and vials of hallucinatory drugs and neurotoxins in this AU. Just BTW. <3

The plot still plots for the most part, Pete still gets captured…the torment at the safehouse, though, is less Vegas taking his helplessness out on the guy who ruined his plans and more Vegas oscillating emotionally between “he was kind to me nobody’s kind to me what the fuck” and “he’s a representation of my weakness, he was kind to an innocent animal and I was stupid enough to play along.”

The later realization that Pete would choose to show empathy to human Vegas too? Ruinous.

So Vegas comes to torment or talk to or feed Pete during the day…and the snake comes to curl around Pete’s ankle at night. Pete does not know how the hell his snake got here, but he’s pretty delirious and appreciates the small comfort even if it’s a hallucination.

And of course the truth has to come out at the safehouse, because all truths come out at the safehouse.

So it’s invasive, and weird as shit, and a bit of a goddamn mess...but, like. Vegas was already invasive, weird as shit, and a bit of a goddamn mess.

The home thing is starting to make more sense, for Pete. A lot of things are.

(Do some snake-y features show up during the sex, too? Little bit of fang action? Maybe!!)

So the collapse. The escape. The return to a normal no longer satisfied by its stasis.

The second night after Pete’s return, he finds a snake curled around the leg of his bed.

He knows. He knows, he knows, he knows.

Miserably, he lifts the snake up onto the mattress beside him anyway.

Halfway through the night, he feels warm and solid and human curled up behind him. He doesn’t move.

In the morning, the snake is gone.

(How does this play out in the finale? Who knows. ^^)

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #fleet post #fleet fic

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peaterookie · 3 months

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More Info abt Merman Lupin AU

I'm not posting anything for day 5 of lupin week (prepping for next drawings + i have no idea what to draw for it) so i'll post some extra stuff about my au!

Character Sheet:

before, i didn't really have a specific species of shark to model him off of, so i did like a 3 minute research on google and landed on the carribean reef shark! it's mainly cuz they're one of the friendliest sharks.

yeah, merman lupin's a bit of a cutie in this au. mostly cuz he does not know any life of crime. he doesn't have a reason to hurt anybody. don't imagine him as some sort of 'innocent cinnamon roll' though. he's still lupin after all.

the gun shot wound is there because of his interaction with zenigata as mentioned before in my prev thread.

like the og lupin, he really doesn't understand when to stop getting into dangerous situations. he only sees humans as funny creatures to watch. sometimes, he even tries to scare people by putting on makeup and covering himself up with bones and kelp. he's built up a reputation for himself as some sort of sea monster around the east coast of japan because of his tomfoolery.

other than messing with humans, his other hobby is collecting cool shiny stuff and racking up a huge collection that he keeps all in a cave somewhere in the pacific. he doesn't just collect jewels, but other human nitnacks from machines to forks. he even knows how to use them! he's a smart fella

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that's most of what i have for his personality. now for a little history lesson.

i made this au back in june 2022, you can tell cuz my art style looks a bit strange. fujiko was intended to be the second person he meets instead of goemon.

i decided against fujiko because they might not get along sometimes given their complicated dynamic in the manga, plus goemon makes sense to be one doing shit in the middle of the ocean.

lupin was able to go in land without any consequences, now he dies if he stays for too long. (it's due to the crystal's power not being powerful enough to keep him alive if he strays too far from where he died

old merman lupin also had gills! i realized after that it's too complicated of a choice given how sharks have to move all the time to keep breathing, so now he functions like a sea mammal.

and yeah that's all thanks for reading up to this point, im really grateful for the praise i got for this au. it genuinely made me so happy!! i would've never expect this much people to like my au...

maybe ill do more of this in the future.

#lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin iii manga #peaterookie art #shin lupin iii #jigen daisuke #goemon ishikawa xiii #fujiko mine #merman lupin

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fourstarsoutofnine · 9 months

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Based on the little note you left, now I know you're plenty busy so feel free to delay or ignore this for as long as you need, there's no rush at all, and don't forget take care of yourself :)

Sooooo my request was a scenario of the chain and reader waking up to start the day, when one of the Links glances at a reader beginning to wake up and only then noticing the snake chilling on reader's body. The Links begin to panic, reader's still half asleep and confused until somebody finally tells reader about the snake, and reader immediately goes 'omg new bestie' and proceeds to leave the snake to rest on their shoulders for the remainder of the morning until the group had to get going again.

Bonus points if you include any funny reactions or any silly moments in general.

Reader and a snake!

A/N:fun fact I was googling for a descriptor for a snake besides “legless” and the term for a being without limbs is quite literally “Amelia”. I was like 👁️👁️ain’t no way. That’s literally a name, I know so many people named Amelia. Anyway! Thought that was funny and interesting enough to share! Also small psa I feel important enough to share as well:don’t go messing with snakes😭as someone who lives in a part of the US with TONS of dangerous snake species, they’re nothing to mess around w/. Alright, now enjoy.

Ah, morning. Another day, another however many miles you all can walk without totally collapsing from exhaustion of all kinds. The chain slowly started waking up and getting things ready to go when something seemed…off… no one could pinpoint exactly what that thing was, either…. At least not until they looked at you. It didn’t seem like much at first, but their eyes drifted to the all too noticeable legless animal curled up on your lap as you slept. Legend was about to scream before Hyrule slapped a hand over his mouth. “Shh—we don’t want it to bite them…” he whispered and legend nodded. They took a vote(aka they played nose goes until someone realized their finger wasn’t on their nose) and the hero of the Wild slowly crept up and poked your shoulder before jerking back. When you didn’t wake, he did it again and you stirred, but didn’t wake. It would’ve been comical had this not been as dangerous of a situation as it was… or they presumed it to be, anrway. Finally after enough poking and prodding, you woke.

“???? What gives???”

“Y—y/n, theres….” Wars pointed to the snake still fueled in your lap. It seemed the boys(all besides Time and Twilight) were afraid of snakes. Especially Four, what with how mouselike the Picori looked—and snakes ate mice!

You looked down and lit up. “Oh cool! Hello little danger noodle..!” You picked it up carefully and it saw no threat to your actions, so it let you do as you please. The boys were in awe.

“It’s… not biting…” Four poked his head out from around Wars

“Of course it’s not—I’m not doing anything to provoke it or frighten it. It saw me safe enough to sleep on, so why would it bite me now?”

“…fair enough…” he said and watched nervously. The snake hung around on you until it was time to leave. You set it at the corner of the woods and patted its head. “Thanks for hanging out with me, little fella. Go find you some breakfast now.” You smiled and watched the creature slither away, before you and your group went on your way. Crazy morning, but honestly not the craziest you(or the chain) have seen. And nobody’s complaining, either. No harm, no foul.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu four #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu wind #lu sky #lu time #lu wars #lu warriors #lu wild

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kenobster · 2 months

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Padawan: Master Plo Koon, your species can't survive exposure to oxygen, right?

Plo Koon: That is correct, young one.

Padawan: Okay... then, uh, how come your protective goggles have holes in them?

Plo Koon: Ah, well, that would be so that I may see through them.

Luminara & Kit Fisto, who are standing next to him, snicker for unknown reasons.

[TWENTY MINUTES LATER]

Padawan wanders off from the three Jedi Masters in a daze. None of her questions have been answered, and many more questions have arisen.

As he walks toward the group, Mace Windu catches sight of the dazed-looking Padawan and then does a double-take at Plo Koon's protective eyewear.

Mace Windu: Oh Plo, don't tell us you're wearing the ones with the holes to mess with students again. Knight Aayla still has nightmares about those oxygen rumors you started.

Yoda, appearing after having been fifth-wheeled for twenty minutes: The fuck up, you should shut. Funny, i find it.

#this is rife with inside jokes between me and kcrabb88 but hopefully it still pleases XD #mine #plo koon #jedi council #jedi #windu #luminara #fisto #yoda

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mintymarabell · 1 year

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Can I request some Elder Yautja headcanons with a fem reader where she is pregnant by him? How would he act when he found out that his little ooman is pregnant and what would he does at the time of delivery? Thanks ☺️😊

Getting pregnant by your elder yautja

A/n: This isn’t proof read.

He honestly had no clue he could even get you pregnant with the whole different species thing but as soon as you tell him he’s happy, picking you up and spinning you around in the air.

He’s never been able to raise his own kid the female yautja always shooing him off, so this is gonna be his first time with an actual pregnant experience.

He’s gonna be right there with you when you have morning sickness, as soon as you jump out of bed he’s out too. Soon as you start running toward the bathroom he’s right behind you getting ready to hold your hair back and have a warm towel to wipe your mouth.

Your hormonal mood swings scare him. It’s laughable really. This big burly 8ft elder is scared of his ooman mate. One minute you want him leaving then the next you don’t want him to go and now your convinced he hates you, your sobbing, he’s on the verge of sobbing himself.

Some pregnant ladies cry a lot for or when random things happen. If you do this, you can use it to your advantage.

One time you started crying because the sandwich he made you was so good and your poor mate didn’t know that so he was kneeled by your side pushing the hair out of your face and asking what’s wrong all while you mumble something about a good sandwich.

He takes you to the oomanologist once a week and every single time he’s there holding your hand.

If you have a random craving like pickles wrapped in prosciutto? He will 100% fly you to earth just for it, you’ll be sitting in his lap with his coat around you as he flys the ship.

He is a purring mess every time he acknowledges your now showing tummy. He loves every bit of it, rubbing his hand over the stretched skin, rubbing creams on it.

He’ll make the babies room by scratch, he’ll go the whole nine yards with going off to a near by forest and cutting down trees for your rocking chair and bassinet and all sorts of other things.

Once’s he’s done with it he’ll sit in the rocking chair, looking on at his work. Then it’ll hit him, his very ooman mate is having his kid. What if you don’t make it? What if the baby kills you? What if you both die? You can’t leave him alone.

This will keep him up at night, he’ll watch as your chest rises and falls, his hand resting on your stomach. He’ll eventually ask an oomanologist to which the guy would probably say he don’t know because this has never happened before so no one knows what gonna happen.

You’ll eventually just have to tell him everything will be okay and that you and the baby will be okay.

Delivery time.

Funny thing, he was at a meeting when your water broke. You had to call him, to which he stopped the meeting and practically sprinted to your shared room, pushing down everyone who was in his way (he pushed a kid over).

As your laying on the table, the oomanologist between your legs. All he can do is hold your hand and hope for the best.

This is the part where he’s glad he wasn’t there for a female yautjas birth, your grip on his hand has it cracking and popping. He would need a hand check up after this as you grip it all to pieces, screaming in pain in his ear.

When the baby is out he is so relieved, almost passing out from the relief of his hand too.

He wants you to hold the baby before he does, saying something about skin to skin.

Once he holds the baby he almost backs out as he sees how small and fragile it is. He marveled at how cute it was, it looked yautja with baby mandibles that had no fangs on the end, it’s tendrils barely coming in.

He was happy with staying up with the baby, letting you rest. He liked it, being able to take care of the baby, letting you take over when you were awake.

He will 100% want to try your breast milk. He will become addicted to it when he tastes how sweet it is.

He’s the type to move his nursing baby and say sharing is caring and then take over the kids spot.

#yautja #yautja x reader #elder yautja #monster #monster boyfriend #so cute #yautja boyfriend #yautja stuff #yautja yes #yautja angst #old man yautja

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numbur1goobah · 5 months

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MEET BONGO!!

A new member to my Au

He is a jittery and hyper gremlin.. he is a Decepticon but, refuses to wear the emblem which makes Starscream mad.. He likes to mess around with people, and move things around, confusing them. He makes bad jokes and thinks he's funny, when in reality he is not.. He is a mini-con so he is small but not too small.. And no, he does not have the typical high pitched squirrel voice I'm sorry not sorry.. I'm probably going to look up more about the squirrel species so I can add to him, but that's him for right now. Hope you like him <3

Voice claim/How I think he acts

youtube

Hammy the squirrel

#transformers #tfp #tfa #robots #transformers idw #transformers prime #transformers animated #transformers g1 #transformers ocs #transformers rid2015 #transformers earthspark #transformers rescue bots academy #transformers rescue bots #mtmte #transformers mtmte #maccadam #maccadams #Youtube

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lucky-guess · 5 months

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do you have any shadowknight headcanons?

So! My second post on shadow knights! I'm not complaining, I freaking love the shadow knights-

Here's the first one: Shadow Knights

Because nothing was specified, I'm going to do both as a species and characters! I'm assuming this was for MCD: Marigold.

Shadow Knights as a species:

-Obsessive. Usually it's focused on revenge, a desire for power, just pure blood lust, and so on. But it affects each person differently, and they all can obsess over separate things. It is controllable and containable. Some shadow knights view letting your obsession take hold of you as weak, while others see it as the only way to live.

-Their eyes are reflective, like an animals. This is both in and out of their shadow knight form.

-Switching between forms is horribly painful, but they usually don't notice, as they are usually blinded by emotion to even process it. The ones in the nether stay in one form all the time, so they never even realize. The more control over when you transform, the more you realize how painful it is.

-Intense sense up grade. Increased hearing, sense of smell, touch, sight, all of it. It's part of the reason Laurance's sight was so easy to restore(even though it wasn't fully fixed). It's important to note that it's even better in shadow knight form.

-The sword and armor does actually just appear on them in that form, and it's impossible to take off. They can put the sword in its sheath, but that's the extent of it.

-Animals and shadow knights usually aren't the best mix, but it depends. Funnily enough, most domestic animals respond well to them. All wild animals, on the other hand... not so much.

-Not a single shadow knight was ever pure of heart. Someone with a pure heart cannot be turned.

Shadow knight character things:

-Gene has been messing with shadow knight recruit memories to make them more willing. For whatever reason(lore reasons I'll get to later), it wouldn't work on Laurance.

-Part of Sasha wanted Aphria to never find out about her being... y'know, dead, so she could live a peaceful life in Phoenix Drop.

-Zenix genuinely cared for Dorian and Aphria, but ended up deeming connections like that weak.

-Zenix never got to know that Dorian wasn't Garroth's real name.

-Gene's obsession is vengeance. Sasha is worried what he'll do with himself once he achieves it...

-Sasha's obession is simply living as she wants, however she wants. It used to be revenge, but she's moved past that.

-Zenix's obsession is power. He'll do anything for it.

-Vylad has disconnected himself from emotion so much that he doesn't have an obsession.

-Laurance refuses to admit he has one, because he isn't a full shadow knight. In truth, it's his humanity, and who is connected to that. His friends, family, and loved ones. What keeps him sane. That's what he'll lose his mind over. Funny, isn't it?

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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Could you do John and Gary x a demon reader with memory loss?

A powerful demon that got a head injury, and after being taken in by a human hospital, comedicly thinks they're a human, despite being a little too big for that. When they say "oh I'm a normal human, like everyone else", they're saying it genuinely, because they think their "condition" (being a demon) makes them look weird.

I think it would be funny to see headcanons of John trying to go along with it like "sure buddy, that house fire you were TOTALLY in sure messed up your face bad, glad that you're working well at the local library- sure man your face 100% doesn't scare me-"

While Gary is trying to convince this extremely powerful demon of his past only to be hit by "Oh, Sorry. I'm an atheist. I don't believe in demons, or god." By the poor oblivious demon lord.

I love this idea fhhshfw Demon!Reader just forgor

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John Ward

He was visiting the library to look for any leads regarding Gary Miller and finds you just,,,,chilling at the register.

It's broad daylight, it's semi busy, and everything seems a bit too normal.

But John still senses a great evil radiating from you and believes every human here is in grave danger.

Yet it's strange seeing you, a big and scary demon wearing their clothes, not have any urge to kill them or paint the halls with blood.

Meanwhile you only see a man who looks lost, forgetting that HE was the one Gary assigned you to eliminate.

"Are you finding everything okay, sir? Ready to checkout?"

"Um..not yet. Thank you." He speaks with great caution, nervously fidgeting with his crucifix. "You wouldn't happen to be the notorious demon-?"

"Demon?" You cut him off with a sigh. "...listen, I know my face looks scary. But that house fire gave me some pretty gnarly scars. I promise I'm a normal human being, just like you."

"....I see." Poor John is terribly confused, especially as you uttered that "normal human being" bs.

It appears you were brainwashed into believing you're human, and you attributed your demonic appearance to burns from a fire you supposedly escaped.

But in reality, you did get a severe head injury while punishing some defecting cultists for trying to burn Gary's writings.

You torched their home, although your physical form got viciously attacked..and a good samaritan found you passed out not long afterwards, taking you to the hospital.

The doctors saw your human skin (aka your disguise) sloughing off but assumed it was from the burns.

By that point you had terrible memory loss, forgetting your time in Hell, Gary's cult, your mission....and even your own species.

But you've quickly adapted to human life, as you began working full time at the library after recovering.

Still, John's not convinced. So he tries asking around, believing somebody was covering for you or was in allegiance with Gary.

Yet he gets only rude stares and remarks of how you were just a friendly volunteer trying to do their best.

He soon realizes you won't be of any use in helping him figure out Gary's plans...as you didn't even know who he was.

All you said was that he sounded like a "nice guy".

Gary Miller

Being just a rank below Malphas, you had the potential to wield great influence over the thralls/cultists on Earth.

So Gary summoned you to weed out the traitors in his cult who spoke of burning his books or revealing them to the public, but doesn't realize what ended up happening to you until much, much later.

A thrall spotted you leaving the hospital, and at first he thinks the cult's cover was blown.

Lucky for him, you apparently made up a story for the human doctors and they 100% believed it.

The next time he meets you for an update, you're happily working at the library dressed in human clothing.

Yet when he privately visits you during your coffee break, he realizes that this little "act" you're putting on may not be an act after all...

You don't remember him at all, and he wonders if this is some trick or not.

Becoming Astaroth for a moment, he forcibly summons you in Garyland, bewildered but trying to stay calm.

He still holds a great respect for all demons, of course.

"Tu es ultor animarum...what has changed? I've done everything you've asked me to and more. Do you grow weary of your duties?"

"....um.." You stare at him weirdly. "Was that Spanish you were speaking just then? And the only "duties" I know of are back at the library, so-"

"You recall...nothing? You don't even recognize the Great Duke of Hell standing before you?" He grows frustrated. "You were a great lord. You've dragged traitors into the Unseen World to-"

"Listen, no offense but...I'm atheist." You bluntly tell him. "It's fine if you believe in God and demons and stuff, but it's just..not my thing. Now how do I get out of here? I don't wanna miss the sweet old lady who comes in every now and then to see if we have any new cookbooks."

#clanask #anonymous #faith game x reader #faith x reader #faith the unholy trinity x reader #john ward #father john ward #john ward x reader #gary miller #gary miller x reader #headcanons #platonic #demon reader

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