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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 37
37. bare so much hate for the ones we love
Summary: lola tells tommy the truth, but plays the bad guy for the sake of his relationship with heather.
Warnings: angst, discussions of manipulation and infidelity
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For all that Lola's played the villain, she's never done it quite like this, never so deliberately, and never with such good intentions. Relatively speaking. Maybe she should have told Tommy her plan beforehand, but all considered, she knew the hopeless romantic wouldn't let her fall on this grenade alone.
When she asks Tommy to visit, she insists he bring Heather too. Heather wasn't exactly thrilled, but at least she agreed to come; small miracles.
After the initial greetings and obligatory small talk, Lola asks to speak to Heather alone. Both Tommy and Heather are hesitant to agree, but Lola is imploring and pregnant and there's still the faintest guilt the pair feel regarding her OD's proximity to their wedding, so finally they oblige.
So Lola, sober and with years of second hand PR training in the back of her head, and having vastly expanding her lexicon after months of actual therapy, tells Heather about the night she slept with Tommy, less than a month before their wedding. Lola twists her words and implications with hindsight, weaving a story and a web of lies where she'd seduced Tommy intentionally by playing the victim, that she'd preyed on his good heart in her own time of weakness, and the regret Tommy had felt in the aftermath. Lola's own regret and guilt were left out of the retelling; she was not looking for forgiveness for herself, she simply wanted to cause one of the few people she truly loved as little pain as possible, and that meant she had to be the villain of this story.
"Why the hell would you tell me this? I know he loves you, okay?" Heather hisses with tears in her eyes. Lola's had this fight before; Heather even looks a bit like Sharise.
"Tommy loves everyone, that's my point," Lola fires back sharply, "and I used that against him, knowing-" Lola's voice catches for a moment and her gaze drops; Nikki's voice is an old echo in her head but she fights to ignore it, "knowing how happy you make him. I was jealous and alone and- and- and I think I missed before, when I had the whole band wrapped around my little finger. I knew it would hurt him but I didn't- at the time I was so fucked I didn't care. I'm sorry; you are well within your rights to never forgive me, but I still owe you an apology."
A long silence fills the space between them both; Lola can't look up from her hands.
"Your kid is his, isn't it?" Heather's betrayed tone is watery, crying silently across from Lola, "that's why you're telling me all this shit."
"He doesn't know," Lola murmurs faintly, "and I didn't want you to hate him for it."
"He's a fucking idiot but you're a fucking monster," Heather spits, tone so sharp Lola actually flinches. Her fidgeting fingers curling into themselves reflexively and grow still, "but it's still his kid." Heather stands sharply, hands braced on the table. After a beat, she sighs deeply and heads to the door of the side room Lola'd been graciously given for the visiting time.
At the door Lola hears her call for Tommy, and tiredly informs him that she was heading back to their hotel, and that they'd need to talk once he got back. But she kisses him with a kind of tenderness that sets Lola's anxious heart to rest for the time being, at least until Tommy closes the door behind himself and asks what Lola had said to his wife.
And Lola is honest in a way that makes Tommy look ill, stating candidly that she had told Heather about how they slept together a month before his wedding. He's in the seat across from her practically whining, asking why she would do that, and Lola takes a moment and a deep breath.
"I told her I seduced you, that I was lonely and played the victim and manipulated your good nature -"
"Lols, that night you didn't- you said -"
"I know," unlike with Heather, Lola can't break eye contact with Tommy; he's always been safe, even now, she'd never cut herself on a look he's given her, "I know what I said, and I promise I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to do something that would end up causing you any sort of pain-" Lola insists, "and if there was any other way I could have kept that between us I promise I would have -" her words catch, truth feeling like it was about to choke her, "I'm tired of being a homewrecker, Tommy, but this was the only option I could think of where- where- where-"
"Where she didn't end up hating me," Tommy's voice is so soft and rich with sudden understanding, it's enough to set off Lola's waterworks.
"Stop looking at me like that," Lola's voice trembled as she finally ducked her gaze, "you stupid motherfucker stop looking at me like you still love me!" Lola sobbed loudly now, hunching in on herself, arms wrapped around her bowed head, shaking and shuddering as she cried, "Heather makes you happy!"
"Lola," his voice is so gentle, as is the way he carefully rests his hand on one of hers, "you make me-"
"Don't you fucking dare," Lola grits her teeth and looks up; there's a heartbroken fury in her eyes, in her razor sharp words, "after everything that's happened and everything we've been through, after you followed through and married Heather, can you fucking please not keep stringing me along like this?"
Tommy let's her go. His expression falls; he stammers out half-apologies but Lola cuts him off with a deep, loud sigh.
"I'm okay with being your friend, but I'm Heather's villain and if you love her you can't keep loving me, or letting me love you like this; if things were different I'd probably try and let you go completely, but I can't," and finally Lola sits back, looking Tommy in the eyes with her cheeks tear-stained, "because this kid is yours."
"Oh."
Tommy is unreadable.
He's looking her in the eyes, but for the first time since she's known him, Lola has absolutely no idea what he's thinking or feeling in this moment.
And he leaves without another word, and one of the nurses finds Lola at the end of visitation, still in the side room, crying her eyes out.
It's a new and horrible kind of radio silence that follows, the kind where she's been allowed to do the business side of the band's management from her rehab, and Zutaut has hired a stand in manager to go with the band on their upcoming tour. With all that she knows about what they're doing, the contact with them is sporadic at best.
Nikki calls the most, but his calls are always brief. Vince's calls are always late, when Lola's awake but his own daughter isn't, and Lola will let him vent about the band and the tour like the others won't put up with. Mick will only call if he has a professional question or concern, but he always asks how she is.
And she's getting better day by day, but Tommy never calls.
Her stay at the facility last the entirety of her pregnancy at her own request, stable and self aware enough now that she wasn't to be trusted in these last few months. It means that despite the life Lola had chosen to live before, her daughter is born miraculously healthy.
Lola calls Athena, Tommy's sister, and asks if it would be appropriate, if Tommy would hate her for it, if the family would be okay with it-
She's got his eyes, just as Tommy was born with his father's before him, and Tommy's mother, Vassiliki, cries with joy the first time she holds her granddaughter, Vassilisa Carlotta Lee, named in her honour.
#the dirt#the dirt movie#nikki sixx#tommy lee#nikki sixx imagine#tommy lee imagine#nikki sixx x oc#tommy lee x oc#motley crue imagine#the angry lizard writes#rtp
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Yuu was brought to Twisted Wonderland with their childhood pet as their familiar. Turns out bearded dragons are actual dragons in twisted wonderland. 
A Familiar Pet
~Ramshackle Dorm (during prologue) ~
The headmaster fluttered out the door, abandoning the world traveler to the decrepit building. They open their cloke to the reptile clinging to their chest, at least they had their beared dragon with them.
The building began to creak as rain started vail the outside. Droplets falling on Yuu’s head through the holes in the roof.
“How am I going to keep you warm?” a finger ran across the scales. Yuu’s head tilts, eyes squint taking in the pet that has been with them for the last 5 years.
“Smaug… when did you get wings?”
“GWAH! It's pouring out there!”
A flaming ball shatters one of the few complete windows. The blue-eared cat from earlier skids through the dust piled on the floor.
“Fu–” A tsunami of dust roared toward Yuu, filling their lugs. Coughs rumbled and ricocheted through them, body shaking with each gasp of breath.
“Bwahaha! That look on your face is priceless! Like a bat that got blasted by a water gun.” The jab at his human puffed Smuag up. His claws loosening his hold on their shirt.
“As if I wouldn't just sneak back onto campus the second I escaped pryin' eyes. You all got no idea what I'm capable of-”
A blur of tan slammed into the annoying cat. Hissing. Puffing. Sparking.
Then the ghosts appeared.
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With the ghosts and Crowley gone, Yuu turns to the other two creatures in the dorm. A smile stretched across their face as they rushed toward them.
“You’re absolutely amazing!”
Grim shakes his fur out. Crossing his arms with a grin.
“Why, yes, I am.”
Yuu rushes past him to the sleepy tan dragon on the floor.
“Holy shit, you can breathe fire! You impressive little ball of sass! You are an amazing lizard aren't you”
“Hey, human! I can breathe fire too!”
Yuu dead eyes the cat.
“Smaug is mine. Which immediately makes him better than you.”
~Caffatriea ( time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )~
“No Smaug! You already ate 2 raspberries you need to eat the rest of your food.”
The dragon puffs up all two feet of himself. The underside of him darkened.
“Don’t you puff up at me!”
Ace tries to slip another raspberry onto Smuag’s plate. Yuu smacks his hand with a glare. Sparks began to blink in the dragon's mouth.
“No, no, no! No fire!”
~Ramshackel During SDC~
Vil dogges another ember as he enters Ramshackel’s common room.
“Yuu! Your familiar keeps trying to light me on fire.”
Yuu flips to the next page of Professor Crewel’s homework.
“You're the one that placed a curse on anything that is high in sugar”
Amatheth eyes narrow. Painted lips twitch to a frown.
“What does that have to do with Smaug?”
Eyebrows raise as luminescent eyes blink. Yuu tilts their head back to look at Vil.
“That included his berries in the fridge”
An immaculately shaped eyebrow raises as he side-steps more sparks. Yuu sighs and stretches their arms.
“Look, I have been dealing with a pissed-off familiar for the past week. If this makes him easier to handle, I’m going to let it happen. Especially since I can’t give him the berries to behave.”
Yuu stands and turns to Vil. Eyes blazing as a crocked smile full of gritted teeth stretches across their face.
“This could have been avoided, if you uncursed the berries like I asked the first night you all got here.”
#twisted wonderland#here is the 250+ words I promised#I didn’t promise quality#writing is hard#twst fanfic#twst#my own lizard gets angry if I don’t share my raspberries#vil shoenheit#twst yuu#twst yuu familiar#I forgot how much I didn’t like grim the first two books#twst grim#Vil would probably kill Yuu if any of their clothes actually caught fire
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feel like timelords should molt. feel like they should slough off their entire skin at least once a regeneration like a snake. you wander the tardis and come across like,, the pile of clothes on the chair that looks like a person in the dark except it is Not That
#theres a lizard alien character in uhhhhh the long way to a small angry planet#whos great and they molt and it's like#they go to the ship doctor/cook (just realised how that may be a unfortunate combination to specify while talking about this but we're gonna#power through) and they like. have a special brush and stuff and help them pull all the dead skin off#the way it's written it'slike. god that would feel so nice and satisfying#realistically i guess the doctor would be more like that#however for full horror potential i want the whole skin to stay in like one or two pieces#like with a snake#so that youve got this ghost of a body#thats just skin#i think that would fuck#sorry im back on my bullshit#im procrastinating opening premiere pro bc im afraid it wont work#on the other hand theres also fun fic potential in having someone massage all the dead skin off of you#hashtag intimacy#thats actually maybe a little alien thasmin fic i could write#and post#most of the alien doctor thasmin fic ive written is Very Gross and Not Suitable For Posting#but this is like. kinda sweet
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“One day you’ll have an easy day,” Cid laughed.
It was several hours before they docked in Ishgard. “We’re back so soon? I haven’t regaled the lovely lady Laniattite with my daring escapades yet,” Emmanellain complained. Mizuki bit her tongue as Cid patted her shoulder.
“Remember that inner peace,” he chuckled. She grumbled a response and followed both brothers and Honoroit off the ship. “I’ll keep you updated on Bismarck, take a breather...or try to!”
She strode quickly behind the two taller Elezens trying to keep up, planning her speech in her mind. How was she going to explain to Count Edmont that under her watch, one of his sons almost died? A hand clapped her shoulders, snapping her from her thoughts. “Come on, old girl, don’t dawdle. I have to tell my father what happened. He will be most proud that I discovered an eikon! What heroi-” The youngest son yelped as his foot was kicked out from under him bringing him down to the correct level for Mizuki’s fist to connect with the side of his face. She grabbed his chainmail and yanked him up before he hit the floor.
Saying not a word, Mizuki towed Emmanellain behind her to the Fortemps manor, ignoring the protests of Haurchefant and Honoroit.
Snippet from Eye to Eye
#ramblings of a pumpkin#pumpkin writes#oc: mizuki#emmanellain de fortemps#gpose#terrible gpose but#small angry lizard
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Malleus: My understanding of humans have all gone out through the window.
MC: How unfortunate. *applying lip balm on his lips*
MC: Smolder for me, please.
Malleus: I'm not doing that.
MC: Alright. Would you at least bite your lower lip then?
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *does it*
MC: ...
MC: Hm. Unexpected.
Malleus: What is?
MC: You were surprisingly cute doing it.
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *laughs*
Leona: That damn lizard and the Ramshackle prefect are both weird.
Vil: Malleus is fine. The prefect is.
Rook: You don't like the prefect, Roi du Poison?
Vil: I'm not saying I don't like them. They're just weird.
Leona: Let me guess. They gave you a book?
Vil: Yes. And I haven't had time to read it yet because of my schedule.
Leona: It's just probably one of their erotic books.
Vil: Leona, the only reason you knew they were writing one was because the two spudlings sneaked one and you all shared reading it.
Rook: *laughs*
Vil: However, with mine, they promised to me that it was a historical drama and I should find satisfaction in reading it.
Leona: Oh, yeah? I see no difference with that.
Vil: *frowns* Very well. I'll read some parts and I'll let you know what I think.
Malleus: What's going on? Are you heading out?
MC: Not exactly. However, Vil is requesting that you connect our rooms to his. It seems quite urgent.
Malleus: I see. *casts the spell* There.
MC: *knocks on the door*
Vil: *opens it* *smiles then throws his arms around them*
MC and Malleus: !!!
Vil: I should've read your book sooner. Oh how I love it so much.
MC: I'm glad it's quite to your liking.
Malleus: *his eyes staring widely at Vil in an angry manner*
Malleus: Schoenheit, step back.
Vil: What?
Malleus: Step back. Now.
Vil: What's with you—
Malleus: *disconnects his room from them*
MC: Huh. It seems you still have a lot to work on in your jealous management, my friend.
Malleus: Hmph.
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An Innocent Mistake 4
The winner of the poll was "MC snaps at a demon who teases Luke too much", so here we have part 4!
Next part will be "Fall asleep on Lucifer's paperwork" which came second in the poll.
Should I make another poll so you guys can pick out your favourites?
"You do love getting yourself in trouble like this, don't you, MC?" Simeon simpered, stumbling across the dragon occupying the human's usual seat in Devildom History class.
They had managed to open their textbook and were currently trying to figure out how to hold a quill with their tail, ink smudged on the corner of their mouth.
"Woah! So Solomon wasn't kidding!" Luke exclaimed, delighted at the adorableness of the little dragon that's now his desk mate. "You look so cute like this!"
MC chirped, stretching out their wings with a friendly swish of the tail. It was hard to express themselves without talking, but everyone seems to have gotten the idea so far.
"Lucifer asked if we could look after you today, since Mammon got himself detention again." Said Simeon. "That's alright with you, I hope?"
MC nodded, purring gratefully as Luke took the quill and dipped it for them, allowing them to write what needed writing.
The younger angel continued to help them get their notes under control through class, and come lunch time, MC made themselves at home on Luke's shoulders.
"I have to go and find Solomon before he gets any ideas about actually making dinner tonight. Will you two be okay on your own?" Simeon's smile didn't faulter as he spoke, despite his slight concern.
He thought he'd given up on worrying about MC, the human version is as dangerous as any demon as far as he's concerned, but in this form, he's not so sure.
"We're not kids you know?" Luke pouted, his cheeks flushed with happiness, probably giddy for having MC on his shoulder so happily. "We'll be in the cafeteria. Come on MC, better hurry before Beel eats everything."
The dragon yipped, ruffling their wings to settle them more comfortably against their back.
Luke started for the cafeteria, his shorter legs made his gait harder to balance on, but MC managed, curling their tail in his clothes to keep themselves steady, just in case.
"Oh! I brought something for Beel to try today, forgot it in the classroom. Do you mind if we go back?"
MC chirped, spreading their wings to fly in front of him, hoping he'd get their meaning.
The angel frowned, but then his eyes lit up. "Hey! You can fly really well. You want to go get it for me?"
The dragon nodded, hovering in place was getting easier after all the practise they got in the demon lord's castle.
"Okay! I'll wait here, there's a yellow bag next to my books, I think I left it on my desk."
With a cheerful cry, the dragon swept forward, weaving between demons seamlessly back to the classroom.
It couldn't have taken them more than five minutes, but apparently that's all it takes for a Wrath demon to get a bad idea.
MC had the small bag of cookies trapped between their teeth, balancing carefully back toward where they left Luke, when they heard the angel yell out.
"Leave me ALONE, foul demon!"
Oh no.
MC beat their wings harder, gaining height until they saw the massive, gangly demon looming over Luke, their smile twisted and mocking.
"What's the matter, little angel? Don't like being alone?"
Luke's cheeks are flushed, with rage or fear, they can't tell, and his hands are up and at his sides as if he could wilfully push the demon away. "I'm waiting for someone, you better leave me alone or you'll be sorry!"
"Waiting for who? The little human that's turned into the tiny lizard? I could eat that for breakfast, pact or no pact."
Luke huffed, ready to start yelling, when suddenly...
A growl to rival Beel's stomach, snapped the demon's attention elsewhere, just in time for a blur of scales and colour to smack him in the face, a mess of teeth and claws and angry roars.
The bag of cookies landed squarely in Luke's hands, unharmed, as MC tore into the demon's face until Luke almost felt sorry for him. They didn't back off until the demon fell over, scooting away on his backside, away from the furious dragon now poised to strike on the floor, tail swishing from side to side, hackles raised to show off blood-stained razor sharp teeth.
The demon bolted, almost bumping into Belphie who came hurriedly around the corner, having heard the noise. Everyone else had swiftly cleared out.
"Luke! MC..? What the-?!"
"Wah! MC saved meeee!"
MC's posture eased, purring sweetly at the angel as they cast a spell to clean themselves off.
Luke dropped to his knees and immediately scooped them up into his arms, squeezing them tightly to his chest.
"You're the best! The best friend ever!"
Belphie scatched his cheek, silently slipping his DDD out of his pocket to snap a picture and send it to Simeon. They'd deal with the pesky demon later, or rather, Lucifer would. For now he gets to enjoy the cuteness fest that is a tiny dragon purring in the angel's lap.
What no one would notice until they compared pictures, was that this tiny dragon...had gotten bigger.
Part 5
@rustybucketofghosts (since you asked so nicely :)
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a/n: Breaking news!!! local fic writer realises she can write whatever tf she wants and did just that. Have this one-shot based off that one scene from httyd where Astrid and Toothless almost killed each other protecting Hiccup when they met for the first time but with Ace and Deuce, Malleus, and Yuu(you). I actually wanted to write something like this for a later chapter of "This will be the death of me" but I got impatient so. Consider this an indirect continuation of "This will be the death of me Part 1" maybe??
Word count: 867
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Everyone who knew the infamous trio of Heartslabyul would say that you're the most rational one. Ace was a mischievous trickster and Deuce was well-meaning but temperamental with not as much brain as he had brawn, so you're usually the one playing the mediator or guiding your group onto the safe(r) path.
So when Ace and Deuce tailed after you as you wandered away from camp again to most definitely not forage for berries, the last thing they expected was for you to be cuddling up with the void itself.
Ace and Deuce weren't the sharpest tools in the shed, but they reacted like any person would upon seeing their fellow idiot friend in the clutches of death.
"Get down!"
A flash of magic shot from Deuce's magic pen. It bounced harmlessly off the dragon's hide, but it was caught off-guard and the force of the blast caused it to stagger. The distraction allowed Ace to jump in and drag you down to the ground with him to cover you from any attacks.
Upon being startled, the dragon reared up, long neck stretching out to lift its massive, horned head and bare its razor-sharp teeth. Its black wings spread and seemed to shroud the entire forest in darkness as they stretched to their full length.
The creature's roar was ear-splitting, not unlike the thunder that rumbled in the previously clear sky. While you lay dazed on the ground, Ace was quick to get back on his feet and stand between you and the angry beast.
"Run!" he screamed. Ace and Deuce raised their magical pens. The winged beast narrowed its glowing green gaze before lunging—
"No!" You sprang to your feet and forcefully pulled your friends behind you, narrowly saving them from being torn to shreds by a thousand pounds of rampaging dragon. They both fell to the ground with surprised yells, magic pens scattering as you scrambled to placate the dragon throwing a hissy fit.
"It's okay, it's okay!" you rushed out as you held your arms up. You pushed the dragon back when it tried to move past you and Ace and Deuce gaped incredulously as you somehow wrestled it back from snapping them up in its jaws. "They're my friends."
To your friends' utter bewilderment, you held the dragon's head close and began to stroke its scaly snout. The creature continued to growl, its green eyes ablaze with fury, but it leaned its weight against you instead of lunging forward again.
"You guys scared him," you grunted, fighting with your own weight against the dragon when it ducked its head forward with a snarl.
"We scared him?!" Ace sputtered incredulously as he and Deuce stumbled back to their feet. They tensed simultaneously when the dragon hissed and green sparks jumped out of its mouth. "You're kidding, right?!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there," you said in the most calming tone you could muster to the oversized lizard in your arms despite your heart beating out of your chest. "Calm down. It's okay, Tsunotarou—"
"Tsuno—What?" Deuce spluttered.
"You call that… thing… Tsunotarou?!"
"Ace, I'm trying to save you guys from becoming dragon chow. I'd appreciate it if you didn't—" You huffed as you pulled "Tsunotarou" back down when it—he—tried to rear up again. "—If you tried to make yourselves at least slightly less tempting snacks??"
Ace opened his mouth to say some sort of retort, probably something along the lines of "What the fuck are you even doing hanging out with a dragon in the first place?!" but the aforementioned dragon huffed smoke out its nostrils agitatedly and he backed down. Deuce stepped in front of him, holding his arm out protectively as if it might do any good against a literal living flamethrower, but if he wanted to be the first in the direct line of fire Ace wasn't one to argue.
"Er—Sorry?" Deuce said sheepishly. The dragon narrowed his gaze and he added a, "Um—Sorry… sir?"
The dragon, even with his face that's layered with stiff armored plating, somehow managed to look unimpressed, but he seemed satisfied as he relaxed more against you. His wary eyes still remained on the boys though.
"Okay, I think we all got off on the wrong foot here," you said, as if almost getting mauled by a dragon was comparable to "getting off on the wrong foot". "Ace, Deuce; this is Tsunotarou. Tsunotarou, Ace and Deuce."
The dragon huffed as if in greeting, but it was far from friendly. The only person he seemed to approve the presence of was you, who he continued to lean his massive head against. His spiny tail curled around your feet protectively which was all kinds of ridiculous for obvious reasons.
"Nice to meet you…?" Deuce said with a strained polite smile. Internally, both you and Ace commended him for trying.
"Yeah, we're real charmed," Ace added as he eyed the great big dragon practically snuggling up to you. "First of all: What the Hell man?! Second: How in the Seven's names did you get chummy with a fucking dragon?"
You smiled at him sheepishly as you hugged the massive snout nuzzling your neck.
"Ha ha… Funny story…"
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland imagines#malleus draconia#twst yuu#ace trappola#deuce spade#malleyuu#technically even though there's no romance in this one#twst malleus#twst first years#matcha writes a bit#malleus draconia x reader#malleus draconia x yuu#malleus draconia x mc#malleus x mc#malleus x reader#malleus x yuu
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If it's okay can I please ask for silver and Floyd and malleus with kianna but like they barely started dating and she's just like
I've only been dating him for half an hour but if anything happened to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself
Type of Writing: Request
Characters: Silver Vanrouge, Floyd Leech, and Malleus Draconia
Name: Reader Being Protective Over {Character}
Requester: @nunezs-stuff
A/N: This is a fun prompt! I wish everyone reading this a Happy New Year and good luck to you and your families! See you all next year, lil bubbles🫧!
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⚔️ He and you had an interesting bond
⚔️ You were known to be very distant, and that was what Silver expected when in a relationship with you
⚔️ Oh Sweet Seven, was he wrong...
⚔️ Silver was being scolded by Sebek for sleeping again when you came up from behind the green-haired hot-head and pulled him by the collar to meet your eyes and you whispered something so scary in his ear that the half-fae ran off to vomit
⚔️ When asked why you did that, you just smiled and hugged Silver, rubbing his head until he fell asleep once again
⚔️ He never expected you to be so protective over him, especially with someone you considered close as well
⚔️ But, who was he kidding? He was a human raised by a ex-war-general fae for crying out loud!
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🎭 Oh my heavens, you both were on the same exact powerline here!
🎭 Floyd is extremely protective of those he deems close, and that has been shown by how many people he has threatened to squeeze when he heard them talk bad about you!
🎭 He has always viewed himself as the protector here, due to being far taller and a lot more known for his anger than you
🎭 But seeing you glare at the Savanaclaw student from behind as they mouthed off to him made him smile
🎭 You and him weren't in a relationship for very long, but he watched you take that guy down in a matter of minutes, and that was the sign that you were his one and only
🎭 Floyd smiled when you hugged him and glared at the beastman as they ran away with their tail between his legs
🎭 Now, everyone wouldn't mess with either of you! How fun~
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🐉 Malleus knew how angry you could get, since he's seen many calm figures in his life become violent and/or severely angry before
🐉 Himself included
🐉 When he and you got together, he pledged to never love anyone again, and he meant every single time he said that, which was a surprising amount
🐉 This fae was never really challenged, due to his ranking in society and his, in other people's words, 'intimidating aura'
🐉 The only person to really go head-to-head in conflicts with him was Savanaclaw's housewarden, Leona Kingscholar
🐉 You and him weren't on good terms, due to his laziness reminding you of Shu far to much
" How about this, lizard boy, take that power of your's and- "
🐉 He watched as you grabbed the beastman's tail and pulled him to look at you before throwing him into the ground and laying your foot on his head
🐉 Malleus is now swooning
#Twisted Wonderland#Twst#Octavinelle#Diasomnia#Night Raven College#NRC#Twisted Wonderland x Reader#Twst x Reader#Octavinelle x Reader#Diasomnia x Reader#Night Raven College x Reader#NRC x Reader#S/O! Reader#GN! Reader#Silver Vanrouge#Silver Vanrouge x Reader#TWST Silver#TWST Silver x Reader#Floyd Leech#Floyd Leech x Reader#Malleus Draconia#Malleus Draconia x Reader
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Platonic yandere yautja x human child reader
Aww dad yautja😊 I didn't write for yautjas in months!! Hopefully u enjoy it!! Also i used they/them for kid. No tw, only cuteness and wholesome dad figure yautja👹 request open
Dad yautja with human kid
Bro is confused ??? Tf??? Why is there a child here??
He either found them abandoned in middle of nowhere or accidentally killed their perents, by 'accidentaly' i mean ofc he wanted to kill them he just didn't know there was a child nearby and now he feels bad
Kinda finds human pups ugly😭 why are you so smol and loud wtf
Dad!yautja after he kinda adopts y/n he gets too overprotective! Like dude won't leave their side at all, especially when you guys are outside; dude will pick them up and just carry around.
Can't cook to save his life, he kinda set kitchen on fire. And humans cant eat raw meat, so now you are on fruit diet for now (and veggies)
Had this parental instinct to teach them everything, how to shoot, find food, basic self-defence, overall taking good care of themselfs. But he kinda likes that he has to provide for them, it gives him control yknow
When he carries them around everywhere! He acually lets them sit on his shoulders or just hang on his neck😓😍
Cant say no to those cute big eyes! Yes he will let them 'decorate' his armor (with glitter and stickers) and he will let them paint his nails and he will lisen to them gossip about their friends.
If his kid is a little artist and walks up to him and says "papa i drew you!" He does not care that he looks like a lizard nor that they didn't color it perfectly. Dude is purring, picking y/n up and he carries this drawing in pocket everywhere
Other yautjas say that he spoils them, but he disagrees! Your a HUMAN baby, i mean yeah your basically one of yautjas now but!!! Your tiny! And your skin is so squishy!!!
He had to learn how to comb their hair cuz at some point y/n simply refused to cut it (me too lil guy) and he respects them so much he won't just do something against them
Kinda wishes he could understand human body language more
Also about body language i can imagine kid just kinda mimicing yatuja body language and habits. Like dad!yatuja will say "child please go to bed its late" the kid will just angry respond with a hiss👹 "hsssss👽🦎" "?????" If yaujtas had eyebrows, he would rise them
If y/n is a girl, and she has her first period? Dude panics! HUHH WHAT BLOOD??? FROM WHERE!?? UHHHH????
Dude tries to be a perfect father figure, he tries to have similar intrests with his kid so they can connect more, but if y/n is totally not into hunting, collecting, nature themed stuff, Yautja is more than happy to catch up with whatever teens are into this days, but he will judge the hell out of tv shows (if they watch any)
I kinda forgot it suppose to be yandere so it turned out to be just wholesome im so sorry
Understands that kid needs privacy but he will just go invisible mode and lurk in shadows! Like what if somone attacks you??? Or worse! What if you meet some humans that he doenst like??? What if they will tell y/n all lies about what 'bad war crimes' he commited and what 'murderous' his kind is!! Those are lies pls dont lisen to humans
No boy/girlfriends!!! Nuh uh!! Your his little baby you cant go doing all those... things... with some human. ugh! this person probably can't even hunt for you!! Or give you nice treasures!! Or build a pretty nest!! Why would you like them my child?? Look at all those trophies i gathered for all those years! You should stay here!
He loves the fact that he lives in some wild ass jungle and y/n cant leave him due to all those dangers around, plus he loves that y/n will always stay tiny(in comparison obviously) and weak so be basically needs to provide for them! Right???
I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience
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hey heyy!! can you make a jake sully x daughter!reader based off this audio:
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8fkkodM/
can be anything you want just it like has to include those lines.
thata all, thank you!! love your work btw xx
Maite.
Jake sully x platonic!daughter!reader
word count: 2k
contains: death, ANGST, daddy issues, specifically MY daddy issues don't come for me, self hatred/low self esteem, hurt/comfort, why am I tagging like an ao3 author, eventual fluff
Ok ngl i thought it was gonna be a cute audio like beautiful boy
imagine my surprise when it's from fucking hereditary...
anyway, loved writing this, fueled my angsty little heart <3
uuuuuhhh not proofread, wrote this at like 2 am and during my lunchbreak. mmmmmm yeah i'm fighting melatonin rn so im just gonna stop typing
From an early age it was obvious you and Neteyam were complete opposites. He was always more thoughtful, while you were impulsive and reckless. You’d run around hand in hand exploring the forest together, he’d fuss over you staying on the path and you’d just smile an follow the lizards and bugs you saw.
Neteyam was much more of a warrior than you, while he was learning to shoot an arrow, you were off with Mo’at and Ninat learning the more domestic parts of your clan. You’d weave beads and leaves together and they honestly never came out great, but your family, especially Neteyam, would praise you and cherish your work.
Despite being Neteyam’s twin, you and Lo’ak were much more alike, sharing 4 fingers and a knack for causing trouble. So by the time Lo’ak was old enough to be unsupervised, you were abandoning your classes in favor of running off with your younger brother.
Neteyam would worry to no end, scolding you and Lo’ak but pulling you aside for a much softer approach only moments later. “tsmuke please, I do not want you getting hurt” he’d plead, holding your hands. Eventually, he started following you around, making sure you stayed out of trouble and were safe.
Despite this, you still ended up straight in the face of danger countless times. It irritated your father to no end how often you and your brother ended up in trouble, whether it be hanging off the Ayram alusìng because you disturbed the Ikrans or getting chased by an 'angtsìk. Lo’ak and Neteyam would get scolded, but you? You'd just get ignored.
At first it was nice not getting yelled at, but it didn’t take long for it to become frustrating. He’d scold your brothers and send them off to the hammock, then he’d spare you a glance, like he couldn’t bear to look at you, and walk away.
You started trying to take the blame for your brothers, cutting into his lecture, insisting it wasn’t their fault but yours. He’d just give you a look and nod for you to leave, brushing you off, disregarding your words. The way he stared at you and sometimes didn’t talk to you for days revealing the fact that he was always angry with you the most.
No matter how angry you were, or how much trouble you were in, all your father would do is give you that goddamn look and ignore you. Neytiri says it’s because he sees himself in you but the same goes for Lo’ak and he doesn’t hesitate to rip into him, but when you point this out, Neytiri just shrugs and says you’re his first daughter, it’s different.
You see how he treats Kiri and Tuk, like they’re delicate angels he needs to protect, emotionally and physically. You don’t like being babied or waited on hand and foot, but sometimes you wish you were, watching your father care for and have deep conversations with all your sibling's causing resentment.
Resentment to yourself, because in truth, you are like him. All your life people have been saying how similar you and Lo’ak are to your father, and the older you get, the more you see it. You were angry at your father, upset at his hesitance to scold and hug you, but soon that turned into anger for yourself.
Neteyam’s a great warrior, Kiri has an exceptional connection to Eywa, Lo’ak’s charisma and skill with a bow, and Tuk the baby. They all had reasons to stand out, steal your parents' attention, but you simply seemed to just... be there.
You were reckless with nothing to make up for it. You started to tell yourself it’s no wonder dad can’t look at you, he can’t scold you, he doesn’t know how to treat you. How to love you
Leaving the clan was hard, but you understood, your family was in danger, and you’d do anything to keep them safe, you just wish the transition was easier. You felt like you stood out like a sore thumb, you weren’t particularly good at the ways of the Metkayina, and your temper landed you in many fights with not only the boys picking on your family, but your father.
At first, he could pin it on Lo’ak and Neteyam, but when they became friends with the boys, adjusting well and thriving, he had no choice but to finally confront you.
Why couldn’t you just be like Neteyam? That’s all he could say. It’s not what he said exactly, but that’s all you got from the conversation. It was painful watching him struggle to speak to you, eventually you just stood up and stormed out.
All you want is for him to show something to you, something other than the bare minimum necessary for him to still call himself your father. All you wanted was to prove yourself, but you have no idea how to when you don’t even know why he’s disappointed.
Your heart is pounding in your ears, drowning out any other sound as you pull your brothers arm over your shoulder, securing him against your back. You glance back to see Lo’ak holding onto Spider as he and Tsireya adjust their grip to tightly hold onto the Ilu saddle.
“Go!” Lo’ak yells, and you move forward, Surging through the water, all you can think about is your brother, the way he lays limp against you. You feel like you are going fast enough, the water and weight of your heart slowing you down.
As you approach a rock, you see your father running to your aid. “He’s been shot!” you call out, watching as your fathers face twists into fear. Lo’ak and spider pull him off your back, Jake helps guide him out of the water and onto the rock. As they set him down, you scramble to sit, placing his head on your thighs, hands caressing his face.
You’re hyperventilating, choking back sobs as tears fall down your panicked face. Your brothers eyes dart around fearfully, overwhelmed and scared. You don’t look up as your mother runs over, crying out as she spots your brothers state.
He brings a hand up to yours resting on his cheek, he briefly meets your eyes before looking to your parents. “Dad, I want to go home” He stutters. Your father nods, choking out reassurance. Neteyam’s eyes darted around before landing on your father. “Dad I-“ his words falter as you watch the light in his eyes fade.
You watch as his chest stops expanding, his body going limp. You couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes as your mother started to cry, screaming and shaking Neteyam’s shoulders. Your body wracks with sobs as you hunch over, pulling Neteyam closer to you. You stare at his as his head lays in the crook of your arm, hand still resting on his cheek.
The white noise that’s fills your senses blocks out any other sound. You can vaguely make out the conversation your parents are having, your sister are still stuck on the ship. Jake orders your and Lo’ak go stay with Neteyam as Neytiri mounts her Ikran. You lower Neteyam to the ground as Lo’ak protests..
“Dad I want to go with you” Lo’ak murmurs, on the verge of tears. He stares at your brother for a moment before muttering “you’ve done enough”
You can almost hear the crack of Lo’ak’s heart breaking, you step forward, tears still streaming down your face. “Dad please I can do this” Your voice is breathless and desperate, shaking with the hiccups of your sobs.
He holds his hand out for your to stop “Y/n.” your blood freezes at how cold his voice it. “Don’t make this any worse” He states, punching a hole right through your heart. You start to sob as he turns to follow Spider, intense sobs wracking through your body.
Lo’ak turns to Tsireya, telling her to stay before running off after the ship. Tsireya holds you as you fall to your knees, crying and reaching out to hold your brother again.
You hold onto your brother, you just hold him close. You can’t help but feel that it’s all your fault, you’re the one who ran off with Lo’ak to see Payakan, you insisted on going back to saving Spider. You were the one who hesitated to jump into the exit, Neteyam rushing out in the line of fire, pulling you along to get you to safety.
You think back to how you’re father would scold you for bringing Neteyam along into your dangerous adventures, how your brother was always right about things going wrong, but the one to bear the burden of it.
All you can do is hold him.
You whisper to him, you tell him stories of your childhood together. “I remember how we used to fly together, you hated how reckless I was in the mountains but you still stayed with me, I cannot remember a moment you weren’t by my side when I needed you” you choke out, your voice cracking and going hoarse.
You don’t know how long you sat there holding your brother, but as the eclipse passed you heard the sloshing in the water. You don’t look up but you here Tuk running over, she sits next to your brother, she grabs his hand and places it on her cheek, loud cries escaping her lips. Slowly you lay Neteyam down, your mother taking your place when you stand up.
You stumble backwards, holding your hands to your chest. You look down, trying to regulate your breathing. “Y/n” You dad whispers, placing a hand on your shoulder. You raise your head and look to him, a pained look on his face.
He stays silent, your head lowers. There was never silence between you, only when he was disappointed in you. “I’m sorry sir” You whisper.
He reaches out to you but your wrap your arms around yourself, tears falling down your face again. You glance back up to him and you fall, you can’t help but cry out to him. “Dad, I should be dead” You choke out “I really should be”
He steps forward “No” he replied breathlessly, he places a hand on your arm but your body wracks with the incoming sobs. “He can do thing, he can hunt a-and he can fight, and I just do nothing” your legs feel like jello, you fall to your knees, Jake dropping to his knee to face you. “I can’t do anything”
You hear him protesting, trying to comfort you but all you can do is shake your head. “I’m nothing i’m nothing” you repeat like a broken record, loosing your voice as you cry. He pulls you into his arms, “Y/n no don’t say that” he whispers in your ear, tightening his hold on you.
“I did this I DID THIS” you babble, he shakes his head, placing his hand on the back of your head. “babygirl this is not your fault” he fully sits down, pulling you into his lap. You bury your head into his chest, shaking your head as you cry. “You always told me to think, to listen to him and stay out of trouble” your voice croaked, sore from the hiccups and crying. “but I couldn’t and now he’s-“ you’re interrupted by a wail that rips from your throat.
You can feel his hold on you tightening, hear the sharp breaths he takes to keep his composure. “ Listen to me baby girl” his voice is impossible quiet, but strong “this is not your fault” he places a kiss on your cheek, keeping his face pressed against yours.
You pull back, looking at him in the eyes, he places his hand on your cheek “I see you, daughter.” His words are like a wrecking ball, anything but soft and breaking down your walls all at once. In an instant, your arms are wrapped around him and your crying into his neck, gently, he wraps his arms around you, cradling you like you’re a baby again.
“Babygirl, I love you” he whispers. You know the words have great meaning, connecting him back to his human origins. You balance your breathing; tears starting to slow.
You pull your head back to look at him, he gently places a kiss on your forehead. You lay your head back on his chest, your eyes widened when you noticed his knife sash. Wrapped around the band and onto the base was a cord you weaved, the first one you ever presented to your family. It’s messy, barely what you meant it to be, but he has it tightly wrapped around his satchel, right where it crosses his heart.
He places his hand on your cheek “I’m sorry if I haven't shown it enough, but I love you so much”
#avatar: the way of water#avatar#avatar twow#jake sully#protective jake sully#sully reader#jake sully tries to be a good dad#he fails ngl#daddy issues#sully family#angst
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how to measure time
Summary: Ash Taupin flies Millie Taylor to LA as a surprise for Queen, but before the band arrives, they catch up over coffee.
A/N: this was meant to be a much longer fic but also i think it makes a nice moment from my drafts. @misscharlottelee 's Millie Deacon was the first queen OC i loved beside my own chaotic gal. just something short and sweet for an AU of these two, also ngl hope this doesn't awaken anything in me (read: make me want to write too much about queen again)
Ash finds herself yawning over coffee with Millie when Queen finally gets to the LA leg of their latest international tour. She's already been here a week, had flown over ahead of schedule, trusting her team to keep the costumes in order and in check, so she didn't have to fit all the meetings people had wanted with her into the three days they were in town before the next stop.
"You okay there?" Millie's smile is kind and fond across the table, and her eyes are alert, hands wrapped around her mug of tea.
"LA exhausts me," Ash says flatly, managing to practically inhale half of her black coffee in one go, which only has Millie wrinkling her nose, "how about you, Millie-Lou? The hotel nice?"
"Perfectly lovely, of course," though she hesitates, looks a little put upon, "but you know you didn't need to -"
"If it weren't me it would'a been Freds, or Rog himself; 's no skin off my nose, th' boys 'll tell ya he's been missing you like crazy," Ash's tired demeanour lightens for a moment, and she looks over to where Millie and Roger's daughter, Louisa, was sipping her own, much cooler, much weaker cup of tea, glancing at her mother every so often, "and that li'l bug of yours," she says fondly, and Louisa, who had been on her best behaviour, sitting calm and quietly, finally sensing she's being spoken about, looks to Ash with wide, blue eyes, but she doesn't say anything, just looks to her mother as if to ask what was going on.
"We miss him too, don't we?" Millie smiles down at her daughter, who beams and nods, turning back to Ash.
"Dad's so cool, but he's so far away and now I'm really excited to see him!" She announced, every bit as chipper as her parents, bouncing a little in her seat.
"And...?" Millie prompted, stroking her daughter's hair softly. Louisa looks to her for a moment, confused, "th..."
"Thank you, Aunty Rocket!" Positively beaming, she looks back to Ash as she finally understands what her mother's prompting.
"You're very welcome, bug," Ash tells her sincerely, casting an adoring look to Millie, the same she gave every time Louisa called her Aunty. Like Freddie, she'd been given the familial title as an honour, which she wore with pride.
"How Elton's new album coming along?" Millie enquires, while Lousia, since the seal of quiet had been broken, was now using her little hands to search her mother's pockets and purse for drawing equipment.
"What I can gather from Bern's excited phone calls, it's going well," Ash says, everything about her relaxing, softening at the mere mention of her husband, smiling into her coffee, "I would have brought him out here too, but you know how album making goes; didn't want to disturb the workflow," she says, a little forlorn, and Millie reaches out to place a hand on one of Ash's that was still holding her cup, a moment of kind warmth and understanding, how hard it is to love someone when the two of you never seem to be in the same place for long.
"Miss Lou -" the moment breaks, however, as Louisa tries to discretely slide from her chair and beneath the table, and her mother's voice turns stern.
"I can't find a pen," Louisa said, like it was a proper explanation, sounding a little guilty, but Millie says her name again, and Louisa wriggles back into her seat.
"You can't wander off on your own," Millie admonished, though there was care in her voice and Louisa made a resigned grumble of understanding, put out. Ash, however, chuckles, her momentary sadness forgotten as she reaches into her own bag by her side, pulling out a travel-sized sketch book and a few pencils of varying colours.
"All you gotta do is ask, Bug."
"Exactly," Millie gives her daughter's hair a little ruffle, "you know until you're old enough to wander 'round on your own, you can always ask an adult you trust and we'll be able to help you."
"When am I old enough?" Louisa looks doubtfully at her mother, holding a bright green pencil above a new page of the sketchbook.
"When you're a thousand," Ash teased, to which the little girl scowled.
"We'll talk about it with dad," Millie corrected, trying to repress her own smile so her daughter knew she was taking this seriously.
The girls catch up over brunch, with Louisa excitedly making nonsense drawings and eating too many pancakes for her little tummy beside them, and as they're heading back to the hotel before lunch, Louisa's holding Millie's hand, and clutching her various drawings in the other, complaining of a stomach ache, all the while yawning, the hearty meal having made her sleepy.
"You know Doug Weston's asked me to come to the Troubadour for lunch," Ash mentions casually, "he loves you, I'm sure he'd love to have you come say hi." Beside her, Millie hesitates, looking down at her grumpy, sleepy daughter.
"I don't think the Troubadour's somewhere Lou should be just yet," Millie hesitates, "it would be different if the band were here already, but I don't have anyone to watch her," and Ash nods with understanding.
"I brought Audrey with me," she points out, and Millie's expression immediately turns considering; Ash's personal assistant Audrey had proven herself to a kind and reliable babysitter for Millie in the past, and if there was anyone outside of Millie's family or found-family, she'd trust Audrey.
"We can ask her," Ash offered, "if she says no, completely understandable, but if she'd happy to watch the Bug for a bit, I'd love to have you at lunch, and you can come back at any time," it was a solid and seriously tempting offer, and finally Millie conceded with a grin, quietly excited to get the afternoon to spend with Ash in one of the few placed they'd frequented in LA in their younger days.
Audrey lights up when they knock on her hotel door, apologising - for asking her a favour, for Louisa being in a mood, for not being able to bring her to the Troubadour -
"Don't worry about it, I'd just be hanging around you like an awkward little fly; I know you all say relax, but it's Doug Weston, you know? I can't relax!" She laughs, even as Louisa has stormed past her, as much as she can considering how adorable she is, and clambered onto the bed. Audrey was a stellar personal assistant, and when she was comfortable she was easy-going and adaptable, but she also happened to be the single most socially anxious person Ash had ever met, and appreciated that her job usually had very little non-professional socialising involved.
"I'm not sleepy," Louisa calls from the bed, laying as stiff as a board on top of the covers, on her side, with her arms crossed tightly.
"Alrighty, Miss Lou," Audrey responds over her shoulder, smiling bright, "well there's a channel here that's all cartoons that I think you're gonna like."
"She's gonna be asleep in fifteen minutes," Millie said fondly, gazing over at her still-stubborn daughter.
"If anything happens -" Ash turns to Audrey, who gives a bright smile.
"I've got the number for Doug's office, I'll call immediately; anything else? Do you know how long you're planning on being out?"
To this, both Ash and Millie hesitate, looking at each other.
"I, uh, I actually am not quite sure," Millie admits apologetically, but Audrey waves her off easily.
"If you plan on staying out past her dinner time, just give me a call, or pop in if you wanna recommend what she have, but if room service is okay and you aren't too worried, then Miss Lou and I should be all good. We won't head anywhere; I plan on doing some paperwork if she gets to sleep, but there's some good cartoons they're playing, I caught a rerun of The Jetsons not long ago -"
"Jetsons!" Louisa cheers from where she's already secured herself a prime position in the middle of the neatly-made bed closest to the TV.
"Don't know what I'm worried about," Millie says faintly, "she's taking a holiday from her holiday here," shaking her head with fond amusement, she thanks Audrey again.
"Love you mum, be good!" Louisa calls without looking away from the TV, to which all three women at the door collectively aw.
"Will do, Lou, and you be good for Audrey," Millie calls fondly, "love you."
And as they're shutting the door, Louisa is already beginning to yawn.
#bohemian rhapsody#rocketman imagine#rocketman#bohemian rhapsody fanfiction#bohemian rhapsody fanfic#bernie taupin x oc#roger taylor x oc#the angry lizard writes
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Hey!if you write for Arven would you be willing to do platonic Headcanons for him?
Yes I could! I haven't been writing on here but I am open to it!
(Just to let you guys know though I am in school full time so I might be a little slow haha, here's a short post!)
This could potentially be interpreted as romantic! There isn't any romance explicitly stated but they are kind of close/friend date scenarios almost just to let you know!
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Some platonic moments with Arven might include:
Going out into the forest to forage for ingredients, since you two already made such a duo trying to hunt for Herba Mystica! He's constantly reading new foraging books and is very careful, it almost makes you wonder why he doesn't do so hot in his other classes.
He does have reading glasses, but he's too embarrassed to wear them in front of others. That could partly be the reason why he's been flunking, but then again a big part of passing class is showing up and he's the type to want to be everywhere but the classroom (except for Mr. Saguaro's class of course!)
Sitting in fields and having picnics, making sandwiches together! Arven is a next-level chef so he carries around a mini hot plate and pan so he can cook things up on the spot, and most of the time it ends up incredible.
...Sometimes though, you've both been prone to burning certain ingredients or accidentally mixing the wrong things. Not to mention how often you drop stuff. Those sandwiches often go to Koraidon and Miraidon because they're quantity over quality type lizards.
If it weren't for his health, Mabostiff would also be feasting. Arven is really careful with his diet, and you're not sure his dog friend always likes being denied a gross burnt burger sandwich but it just goes to show how much Arven really cares.
You both like to take naps in the grass, but you've found him snoozing in some very odd locations. He's usually propped against a rock or tree in the shade, or lying with his arms folded. Needless to say, you have nearly tripped over him before because he literally will choose any spot that looks like it might be even remotely comfortable.
He doesn't seem like it, but Arven is an incredibly strong trainer, and if he put his mind to it he could absolutely beat the gym challenge. You never really catch him training, but his Pokemon eat Michelin-star-level meals daily so you're starting to think that might be the secret to his incredible strength.
Speaking of strength, he suffers from mild back pain from carrying that huge heavy pack around 24/7, but he'll still do wild and crazy things. He's not the most outwardly athletic in terms of sports but he's really good at hiking and climbing, and he's gotten very strong physically from exploring Paldea.
When exploring, he's constantly trying to feed you. He's not the type to pull out trail mix either, he'll literally stop and park in the middle of nowhere if he finds out you haven't ate in a while and will sit there and angry-cook a whole meal in front of you. You do annoy him a little sometimes, but you think that he might have such a hyperfocus on food because of his childhood. It's not a fun topic for him though so you never try to pry.
He knows you're a busy person, but somehow you always find time for each other. You're still attending the academy together at least, so it's not hard for him to stop by and check in on you. He's been barred from wandering off too far because of his grades, but you're not going to rat him out for sneaking out (partly because you come along and could get in trouble for encouraging him.)
#x reader#pokemon#reader insert#pokemon x reader#arven x reader#fanfiction#platonic#pokemon scarlet and violet#scarlet and violet#imagines#platonic headcanons#childhood trauma#mild trigger warning
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random dragon slayer headcanons so my brain will let me get back to writing a fic
bite. monchity cromchity. its their way of hugging. or it was before erza beat it into natsu that that was a No. the others learned through others, too, except for erik. he still bites. the dragon slayers dont hug each other though they only bite. not enough to break skin but enough to leave an indent for a few minutes.
stare. stareeeeeeeeee. stares so much that people wonder if they even blink. they do. but if theyre staring its that weird membrane thing that wets their eyes without obstructing their vision too much. not many people realize it and even fewer arent freaked out.
the raised slayers view the lacrima slayers as true dragon slayers. the lacrima slayers do not view themselves as true dragon slayers. the raised slayers do so much random shit trying to convince the lacrima slayers that they are, in fact, true dragon slayers.
they can tell emotions. generally. if someones sad they stick around as a shoulder to lean on or a wall to vent to. if someones angry they either get prickly too or stay far away. its like a pet.
can also tell if someones low in calcium or potassium or something similar. like a service pet. they almost never point it out, but they do bring like milk or bananas over or even drag people out into the sun and stare at them until they accept their new position.
sunbathe. they all sunbathe. yes even rogue. its not so much the brightness (except for sting and sometimes natsu) its the heat. yes even gajeel. they wouldve dragonized if they didnt view themselves as completely and wholly human. dragons are big lizards. lizards are cold blooded or somethin. need heat to function. sunbathe.
natural aversion to other slayers like god and demon/devil. has to work with the other slayers to get past the fight or flight instinct. took wendy a bit to view sherria as human and not an actual god. took everyone a bit to warm up to gray and not think he was going to pull pranks or shank someone in their sleep. the other slayers do not have this issue with anyone, even dragon slayers. no one knows why the dragons are like this.
have a draconic language. written and spoken. the raised ones spoke “human” only with their parent dragon and only at the beginning. the lacrima ones dont know draconic until the raised ones start to ‘bring them out of their shell’ or whatever makarov tries to say about it. laxus doesnt know nor does he care, and hes the only one that cares about this sudden language bit in his brain at all. not even erik was freaked out.
half-draconic forms, even after theyre not in danger of dragonizing. typically has claws, and more sharp teeth than just fangs, and different colored eyes, and scales, and wings, and maybe a tail. wings might be scaled or feathered. porlyusica hates them.
if they eat any fresh meat like they didnt drain most of the blood before cooking it has to be well-done. for natsu and sometimes laxus it has to be nearly burnt. cause they get the impression of the last emotion felt before the animal died and its a real appetite killer to suddenly be hit with pain and sadness yknow
yknow how they dont break skin when they bite? most of the time. sometimes they just want to taste some blood. only done to each other or family or loved ones and is kinda rare but it really helps them all calm down
alcohol doesnt work on any of them. almost any drug doesnt work actually. high metabolism or somethin. needs a lethal dose like three times over to even get a small amount of like pain killers or somethin
theyre all allergic to chocolate. like eating a regular sized brownie will have them in bed for two hours. erik was already used to that because whatever is in fiorean chocolate does not sit well with isvanians. speaking of isvanians after gray got that demon/devil slaying magic he could eat fiorean chocolate and rubs it in the slayers and lyon’s faces. theyre all so damn jealous
after tartaros the average s-class quest became normal quests and shit bordering 10 year quests became average s-class quests. even though everyone on tenrou got s-class near tartaros they all still hold onto the “true” s-class people (laxus mira erza gildarts) as ones qualified to run them. laxus is pestered so much by the slayers to pretty please go on an s-class quest please they would oh so like to check out this area and oop theres a quest just for that area would you oh so kindly take it so we can even get a bit of money pretty please
whenever erik’s around they all go on an s-class quest and pay erik his cut afterwards since he’s not in a fully legal guild yet
read more for lists of hcs instead of just bullet points:
they all smell of their element. faintly to mages, not at all to non-mages, and strongly to other slayers of any kind. they can also smell the main types of magic a mage uses, like the metal of erza or the ice of gray or the wet animal of lisanna and the terror of elfman and the blood of mirajane.
natsu smelled of fire and gray smelled of ice so even without knowing who gray was he immediately started to pick a fight with him. just because he smelled cold.
wendy got along well with everyone immediately because her own scent would bend just slightly to compliment anyone she was nearby. besides, fire needs wind to stay strong, lightning typically comes with storm winds, metal can be tempered and cooled with air, poison can be spread with a breeze, light bounces in strong winds, and darkness seeps into everything with heavy air.
laxus immediately sets off peoples fight or flight, typically. just from the ozone smell. even makarov, whos dad used lightning magic, needed to get used to it. it wasnt great when trying to make friends.
before the dragons got out of their slayers, they had very clear “what would my dragon parent say/do”, because the dragon parent was saying shit
erik and laxus will always have the dragon’s voice commenting on shit, even if they dont realize its the dragon itself
sting and rogue had Blaring dragon voices but when the dragons left they only have what the lacrima gives them
natsu gajeel and wendy have nothing now and got so reckless after the dragons left makarov had to sit them down and ask just what the fuck happened and if they needed psychological or mental help
once the exceeds got to earthland and built a village/scattered one found laxus and another found erik
the one following laxus stuck around in his exile the few weeks/months before the s-class trials because he saved them from some random bandits. the exceed tried to follow laxus to tenrou but laxus told them to get to fairy tail or to go home to wherever the exceeds village was. they stuck around the village until laxus came back seven years later where the exceed then joined fairy tail and would sometimes stick around with laxus or the thunder legion or just be on their own
the one with erik joined the magic council’s shenanigans and was on ‘feed the prisoners’ duty and took a liking to him. when erik got out the exceed left with him and also tried to find cubelious to the point of leaving erik many times for long times and coming back with nothing. even after they figured out where and who cubelious was the exceed stuck around because ‘in for a penny in for a pound’
rain calms them all down. even natsu. sure, he and gajeel and sting are gonna stay under cover when rain comes, but theyre also close to passing out bc its so calm. rogue loves the darkness that comes with it and deals with the water. wendy jumps in the rain and people swear she moves with the winds. laxus lays down wherever theres space and absorbs the rain and wind and lightning.
there were jokes that laxus was more of a storm dragon slayer than a lightning dragon slayer when people realized that not only was he not wet from the rain, but it didnt even roll off and soak the ground. he genuinely absorbs it.
laxus doesnt mind the jokes but does point out every single time that he doesnt use water or wind in his attacks. juvia wondered if it was because he never really fought in the middle of a storm. theyre all too scared to test it now (even laxus, cause gosh wouldnt that absolutely fuck with his mind?)
they all have a favored sense. and a weakest sense.
natsu's most powerful is taste. he can taste a difference in the air quality before anyone can notice it. he can taste all the individual herbs and spices used in making food. he eats most things plain because of it. his feeling is fucking awful. you could stab him with a pencil and a knife and a broadsword and hed only be able to tell because of the taste of blood in the air. he can feel big texture and temperature differences and thats basically it. he can feel when hes in water and when its cold and thats it. he wants to feel lucy’s and happy’s hugs he really does but he can only taste the metal of her keys and the fish in his pouch
gajeel's is feeling. every single seam on his clothes makes him want to adopt gray's habit. he can feel when someone sighs because it disturbs the wind just enough. he has piercings and metal everywhere he can because the smooth and cold difference is comforting. his worst is smell. if he was blind deaf and gagged he would not be able to tell who was in front of him. fire? blood? a nicely cooked steak? never smelled it. he wants to smell the shampoo levy uses and the polishing substance lily uses on his sword but all he can do is feel the smoothness of both
wendy has great smell. even in the middle of a tornado she can smell all the little details and can almost pinpoint where they came from. she can smell when food or the air has been tampered with. too strong smells like erza’s perfume give her a headache. her sight SUCKS. she has three pairs of glasses she needs at all times (close, general, and far (she begged erza to teach her requip magic Just for them)) and is colorblind. what kind of colorblind? no clue! blues are yellows reds are purples greens are blacks yellows are greys purples are orange whites are green blacks are white grey is cyan cyan is pink pink is turquoise turquoise is red or SOMETHING. she wants to see all the colors of the clothes carla picks for them both and the flowers they see in bouquets but all she can do is smell where the purple(?) dye is from and which fields the flowers came from
erik’s is hearing. no shit. he hears birds miles away. he hears through sound-proof lacrimas and walls. he hears thoughts. hes traumatized just from impulsive thoughts lets not even get into intrusive. his worst easily taste. he eats poison what do you mean his taste buds are fine??? those shits were chemically burnt off nearly the moment he got that lacrima in. before they were though he could barely stomach even cubelious’ poison because it tasted so bad. except for blood. it probably has to do with the smell too but he can mostly taste blood. now he wants to taste kinana’s cooking but all he can do is finally hear her thoughts and, wow, he really wishes his best and worst sense would just switch
sting’s sight is the best. he sees in the dark maybe because hes a glowstick but even without that. one-way glass means nothing to him. fog also means nothing. sometimes particularly thin walls mean nothing like shoji where people can see the shadows? nah that shits invisible to him. its like glass to a bird. his hearing is Not It. only gets garbled nonsense. needs hearing lacrima at All times and even then does that “what? huh? oh yeah i went to the store” thing and people cant tell if its because he really did need to hear it again or if he only finished processing it. also does not hear accents. words sure are words and he can barely understand it no matter what. does not know the difference between rogue and yukino’s voices either. and he wants to. oh how he wants to know the “dark and deep” voice of rogue and the “scratchy and soft” voice of lector but no, all he gets to know is the blemishes in rogue’s skin and the small spot on lector’s forehead that doesn’t grow hair
rogue is that weird sixth sense thing that he just calls instinct. hes got eyes on the back of his head. ears in the walls. nose in everyone’s business. touch sensors on his hair. taste buds on his fingertips. except he really doesnt, because all of those are his worst senses. he needs glasses, learned how to lipread because no one spoke too loudly near him, doesnt know what people mean by scented candles, has no clue what a papercut feels like, and can barely taste the spiciest shit imaginable again except for blood. he wants normal feeling in everything, but all he gets is knowing what you said four miles away and what you were wearing and how your hair felt and what your ice cream tasted like and what cologne the guy next to you had. he thinks its the shadows. he calls it instinct.
laxus. depends? one day he can hear thunder in crocus when hes in magnolia. another he can smell rain in a dry spell two weeks before it comes. another he can feel a bug under his bed frame that doesnt touch his mattress but sure keeps him up all night. another he can see all the way into blue pegasus’s guildhall sitting on the second story of fairy tail’s. another and he can taste blood even though no one is bleeding. sometimes it tastes like his own blood. hes never bleeding. and hes not really bad at any of the senses. theyre like a normal non-mage’s when theyre not heightened to hell and back. but his gramps and the thunder legion would say his instincts arent the greatest, especially for someone so fast. he cant dodge a sneak attack no matter how many times people teach him. he cant tell when someone lies to him no matter how stuttery they are or how fast their heart beats. he couldnt tell when his appendix almost fucking exploded. if his body didnt start expelling excess lightning hed absorb so much hed get sick. if he didnt collapse, he wouldnt have been able to tell that his body was full of bane particles, and would have just kept going. rarely does laxus admit that his instincts suck, but he does confide in the thunder legion and his gramps. about how he thinks his body heightens what it doesnt need one day and how it makes what he does need the worst it can get--his smell so good he can tell when rain will come but his hearing so bad he couldnt tell when someone lied about a trap straight to his face and would have murdered him if freed didnt look for him. its why he was so standoffish before tenrou.
literally none of their first language was modern fiorean, or modern english. no ones was draconic, either.
natsu and wendy share a native language. theyre from midi. its old midian, or latin. levy and freed are learning how to speak it from them, since they know written latin. natsu and wendy still critique their grammar and spelling.
sting rogue and gajeel share one. theyre from joya. its old joy, or old german. but gajeel has a different dialect that he says is its own language and not a dialect, but modern dutch was almost fully absorbed by modern german, so who knows what old dutch was actually counted as.
erik is from isvan, and speaks isvanish/spanish. he, like gray and lyon, get very pissed if you say spanish was in desierto. its different dialects, theyd say, and its not like they chose for the dialects to have the same damn name. he only learned fiorean in the tower of heaven
laxus. doesnt actually remember. neither does makarov. could be icebergen/russian, from gramps. a dialect from a small country that was absorbed by alvarez, from his grandma. or “oriental”, from his mom, but call it “oriental” or “eastern” and he will throw lightning at you, because he knows three dialects (japanese, korean, and chinese), and its not clear what you mean when you say “oriental”.
the ones in the grand magic games confused the commentators by speaking their native languages to swear and it was only when some parents spoke up about it did a rule suddenly get put in place in the middle of the third day. they were jokingly furious, along with gray, lyon, jura, makarov, and the strauss siblings.
some magics just Dont Work on them
cana’s fortune telling doesnt work. at all. well, she learns it doesnt work on those raised by dragons, but does work on those with the lacrima. no one knows why until they learn the raised ones were sent around four hundred years in the future. then it all makes sense.
mirajane tried to see if her take-over would work on natsu when they learned he was e.n.d. could be because he chose to be fully human, but it didnt work at all. she could tell he was still a wee bit demonic, but honestly it was more likely to work on gray than on natsu.
mind control? good fucking luck. erik is only able to understand the others because hes a dragon slayer, but mind control magic? mest can attest, trying to implant false memories into natsu gajeel and wendy was a fucking pain and gave him a nose bleed.
after the slayers stopped dragonizing, the enchanting a personality onto them or whatever irene did just. never worked again.
one time, when he was young and the lacrima was implanted less than two months ago, someone tried to requip away laxus’s lacrima. everything they could requip in their mini space storage thing shot out around them. they couldnt use magic for two weeks. laxus told erik, sting, and rogue this recently, and they had that look of ‘i dont know what the fuck you expected’. he pointed out he was only seven when the lacrima was implanted. they realized common sense when it comes to kids is out the window, both for the kids themselves and the adults around them. they patted him on the back. he doesnt know what that means.
magic drain, yknow, like what aria did to incapacitate makarov during phantom’s bullshit? nope. magic drain works by taking the magic of someone and just spreading it out into the world. try that shit on natsu and the air will be on Fire. wendy? so much wind you cant breathe. gajeel? shit will start turning into metal. it doesnt work at all on laxus and erik since magic drain just doesnt work on lacrima at all. sting and rogue? what could be drained away just causes blinding light or blinding darkness, soooooo
can consume their elements like food and no its not just for magic energy
gray once dared natsu to survive off of only fire. literally everyone told natsu to Dont Fucking Do It. he only ate fire for two months and everyone was Concerned and gray finally told him to stop. he didnt for another month.
in phantom the only thing gajeel was allowed to eat was scrap metal. juvia would sneak him some regular food every once in a while because metal didnt actually give him that many nutrients. when they got into fairy tail juvia tried to sneak him some food again and mirajane saw and explained to them that theres no sneaking necessary he can just eat the food are you guys okay??? juvia thought she was in trouble for the rest of the day and gajeel got her out of it by eating a chicken leg at a random table in the guildhall. then natsu challenged him to a food fight and was concerned when everything thrown was just Eaten by gajeel
wendy forgets to eat food. especially in cait shelter because sometimes the illusion people would forget to make food at a good time and most of the time carla had to remind them that shes a growing child who needs food?? wendy was so used to just eating the air when traveling with mystogan that most of the time she was genuinely full before they even finished cooking. it kinda stayed when she got in fairy tail but now natsu gajeel and sometimes laxus just put food in front of her so often that she only eats air when on quests now
sabertooth was like phantom before sting became master and light and darkness were even Worse than metal. just before the gmg they were visibly malnourished and natsu focused more on that than how they supposedly killed their parents. like he dragged them to fairy tail’s hotel thing and when gajeel and wendy saw them they joined in the dragging to get these kids some fuckin Food
brain was also a bitch and gave cubelious raw meats Only and made erik eat her poison Only. erik would sneak in vegetables and fruits because cubelious could actually eat them (now he knows why) and cubelious would put some aside for erik cause even if he cant taste it she knows her poison is really just for magic and not actual nutrition. but like poisoned berries? fantastic for them both
laxus doesnt really eat. hes allowed to and he enjoys it when his taste isnt enhanced to hell and back. but like. most lacrimas after the tenrou shit have electricity in them. nice little snack. and he just summons lightning every once in a while and that more than makes up for the small magic it takes to summon it. besides eating proper food takes time and its messy and hes really got shit to do yknow
that combined slayer magic? like the lightning flame dragon and iron shadow dragon and white shadow dragon? yeah so
they can be anything. like natsu isnt stuck to just lightning. and theyre not even stuck to just other dragon slayers magic. like when he ate zancrow’s it was dragon god’s flame, he just didnt realize it. if wendy ate sherria’s it would be dragon god’s wind. if laxus ate orga’s hed be dragon god’s lightning.
again theyre not stuck to just their element and whatever was the first one they tried that wasnt. natsu can be a blinding flame or a burning shadow or a scorched metal or a heatwave (gray hates this one) or feverish poison. theyll all make him sick afterwards like lightning flame.
gajeel’s is shining iron and melting sword (yknow gallium? the metal that melts at body temp? basically) and scrap tornado and venomous blade and shocking steel. he gets weak after them instead of sick
wendy’s is prism and suffocating winds and scorching air and sharp wings and noxious breeze and storm (yes with water and more evidence of laxus being a storm dragon slayer but this time he will smack you upside the head if you mention it). she gets sleepy afterwards
sting’s is blazing light and cutting bright and prism (being the same as wendy’s which is Odd) and hurtful white and lightning’s blinding. he cant think clearly after
rogue’s is burning shadow and cutting darkness and night’s fog (not fog but it is a physical darkness) and blindingly nothing and encompassing and electric eclipse. he gets so hungry after
erik’s is blazing acid and venom and bane particles (laxus hates this one) and purify and comatose and seizing poison. he gets lethargic
laxus’s takes after everyone else except wendy. lightning flame, shocking steel, lightning’s blinding, electric eclipse, and seizing poison. instead of storm he just gets more powerful lightning but wendy says its because he actually is controlling the wind but he doesnt think so. everyone calls it dry lightning in front of him but they say this is another point for storm dragon slayer when hes way away from them (he still hears and still punches whoever said it when he gets to them).
#Fairy Tail#Laxus Dreyar#Natsu Dragneel#Gajeel Redfox#Wendy Marvell#Sting Eucliffe#Rogue Cheney#Fairy Tail Erik#Fairy Tail Cobra#Cobra Erik#Erik Cobra#Dragon Slayers#Fairy Tail headcanons#long post
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Hi again. I’m on a real kick of beast Wars characters as parents.
Can I request Rattrap as a dad?
Because Rattrap would make a few mistakes but he’d love his sparkling to death. I think he would teach them to be sneaky because he’s a spy.
I also think it would be funny if the sparkling were to bite Dinobot, Rattrap would laugh and be like “Heh kid, you and me are gonna get along just fine.”
Hahaha, yeah these requests about the Maximals as parent are fun to write about. Here is our Rat Dad in action.
Hope you enjoy!
Rattrap finding an abandoned Sparkling
SFW, Familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader
Beast Wars
The sparklings beast mode is a chameleon.
Rattrap, for all his worth, has the most self-preservation of the entire team. If he finds out that there is danger, he is out of there…unless his moral compass and orders are taken. And if it involves Dinobot then there’s a 50/50 on that.
“Oh, well we tried.”--Rattrap
“Where’s Dinobot?”--Optimus
“…so who’s ready to get back to base?”--Rattrap
“Rattrap…”--Optimus
“Rodent! You tripped me down the stairs!”—Dinobot
He may seem selfish and mean… but he is loyal and stubborn in a good way. Nothing bad is going to happen to his friends on his watch and is not afraid to speak or sass anyone out. It can however backfire with his temper, especially with Dinobot.
Which is where the story begins.
Rattrap had stormed out of the base after yet another argument with Dinobot. This time the wound was still a little sore and he decided to take a walk and maybe do some patrolling before coming back to the base. His team knew that taking some time off was a big deal, especially when he wanted to go out alone during the night. Rattrap never liked doing night patrols, especially alone. But they let him off so he could cool down a bit.
“Stinkin’ mouth… stinkin’ Dinobot…”—Rattrap
Now Rattrap was on one of the patrol trails when he heard something in the air. He quickly hides when he hears crashing and a lot of angry screaming. It sounded like Terrorsaur. But the sound of the Predacon slowly went away, as if he just flew off.
“Now… to look at what made the sound in the dangerous wilderness by yourself without any back up whatsoever. Or go back to base where its warm and safe with Chomperface waiting for you…”--Rattrap
“I must be crazy for doing this. I think I’m hanging out with Cheetor and Silverbolt too much to be doing a stunt like this.”—Rattrap
Rattrap, despite every single hair on his body screaming to get back to the base, decided to check out what made the noise. He found the pod with the hatching opening. Carefully he comes closer and was soon looming over the case and was stunned.
It was a little sparkling, and what it looked like, had scanned a beast mode already.
“What in the name of Cybertron?”--Rattrap
Sneeze
“Yuck!”--Rattrap
Giggling sparkling noises
“Oh, you think that’s funny?”--Rattrap
Laughing sparkling noises
“All right, all right kiddo, let get you out of here.”--Rattrap
“Hey everyone Rattrap’s back!”--Cheetor
Shhh!”--Rattrap
“Rattrap… What’s that?”--Optimus
“Oh well I found this cool looking wrench on the way back—“--Rattrap
“He means the sparkling!”--Dinobot
“Shh! Buddy doesn’t like loud noises too much Scale belly!”--Rattrap
“You already named it?!”--Dinobot
“What part of shh! Don’t you understand Lizard lips!”--Rattrap
Dinobot tried to get the sparkling from out of Rattrap’s grasp to give to Rhinox when they sneezed and disappeared.
“What in Great Aunt Arcee did you do?!”--Rattrap
“I don’t know it just disappeared!”--Dinobot
"Spread out and find them!"--Optimus
After 5 minutes of searching for them again, they were right next to Rattrap the entire time. That was one exciting first impression. The sparkling starts getting raised by everyone on base as no one had time to solely to focus on them with the Predacon’s still attacking.
The sparkling, thanks to their camouflage keeps everyone on edge. Rattrap is the one who manages to get the sparkling and help master their ability of hiding and stealth. Which may not have been the best idea.
“It’s been 20 minutes and still no sign of them!”--Dinobot
“Eh. Don’t worry about it.”—Rattrap
“How are you not worried?”—Silverbolt
“Are you going to call them and think they’ll show up? We’ve been doing that already, its not work—“--Cheetor
“Easy. Buddy time to come out now. Come to Rattrap.”--Rattrap
Buddy appears behind Dinobot’s tail.
“Gah!”--Dinobot
He had an epidemy on parenthood when one day the sparkling went missing for hours after a nasty fight broke out between Rattrap and Dinobot.
“Brontobrains!”--Rattrap
“Cheese lips!”-- Dinobot
“Hey where did Buddy go?”--Cheetor
“What do you mean where is Buddy?”--Rattrap
“They where just here…”--Silverbolt
“Buddy! Buddy come to Rattrap!”--Rattrap
…
“Oh Primus…”--Rattrap
“Sparkling on the loose! Everyone watch your step!”—Silverbolt
Everyone was looking around the base. Looking through every crevice and corner. It seemed as if the sparkling truly had disappeared out of thin air.
“They’re not in the CR Chamber”--Rhinox
“Not in the top cupboards.”--Silverbolt
“Not under the table in the main room.”--Blackarachnia
“Not in their room.”--Tigatron
“Not in any escape pods.”--Airazor
“Not in the weapons room.”--Optimus
“Not in Dinobots room.”—Cheetor
“Not in Rattrap’s room.”—Dinobot
“… outside…”--Rattrap
“What?”--Dinobot
“The hatch is open… Oh Primus they’re outside!”--Rattrap
Everyone was sprinting towards the door and fanned out across the area. Rattrap ended up finding them near the place where they first met.
“Buddy? BUDDY!”--Rattrap
Happy little sparkling noises
“What were you thinking kid?! You could have been kidnapped out here! Or a Pred could have scrapped ya! Do you have any idea how worried—“—Rattrap
The brick of parenthood has struck once again.
He brings them back to the base where everyone comes in surrounding them all making sure they were okay.
The next day he announces that he would be the sparklings permeant guardian. He is full on ready to sass back anyone who opposes the idea. To his surprise Dinobot is the first to congratulate him for taking him so long.
Congratulations Vermin. Maybe now your attitude and smell will go away with the Buddy here.”--Dinobot
“Oh, that’s it you overgrown stinky iguana! Come here!”--Rattrap
Rattrap always keeps the sparkling close by him, blame his paranoia. If he had to go out on patrol, Dinobot is his first pick for babysitting. If he can’t it’s usually between Rhinox or Silverbolt.
He might accidentally give the sparkling some bad influences, but he is trying his best to make sure that they turn out all right. He installs honesty in this little guy down to their core…unless it came to their Uncle Dinobot or any other Predacon.
#transformers#transformers x reader#transformers beast wars#beast wars#bw optimus primal#bw rattrap#bw dinobot#dinobot#tigatron#airazor#silverbolt#black arachnia#rhinox#maccadam#bot buddy
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Rained World Rascals - About the Slugcats
So, I figured since I've seen one or two AU's do this by now, I should toss my hat in the ring and show off what I've got. I've got a little bit of time to kill before I sleep, so I'm gonna write about my beloved little alternate-universe slugcats here.
ALL INFO UNDER THE CUT
(All slugcats use they/any)
SURVIVOR
Age upon arrival: 19 moons
Known as "Viv" only to their closest friends, Survivor is a painfully average slugcat, even average to ENOT. And NOBODY is average to ENOT. Assertive and opinionated, even when they don't intend to be, Survivor is nothing short of a very natural slugcat. Even in their own biological family, they're the most average one. Despite their brutal honesty, Survivor still strives to protect those who are close to them, especially their younger sibling Monk, and their auncle/guardian, a 67 moon-old Gourmand.
Living in a grand tree in Outer Expanse, Survivor grew up with a grand and expansive family. After a tragic incident deep in the expanse led to young Survivor and Monk being orphaned, old Gourmand took them in as their own. Despite having everything they needed, Survivor still felt it a major responsibility to be there for their younger sibling, even when the going got rough for everyone. In a twist of fate involving an attempt to conquer their fear of heights, Survivor plummeted into a pipe which led to an unknown area beyond the retaining wall, after which they ran into Hunter.
MONK
Age upon arrival: 13 moons
As the youngest of the bunch, Monk is a youthful and spritely spirit who savors the world around them. Against all odds, Monk always finds a way to appreciate the world around them, be it a Squidcada or a Red Lizard. They're so intensely appreciative of the world around them that it's not uncommon for them to have made a new wildlife friend when they're out and about. Despite them being a friendly and social person normally, however, they tend to bottle up their emotions to an unhealthy degree, becoming cold and even volatile when provoked about emotionally difficult subjects. They take it upon themselves to never show emotions and be strong, just like their older sibling was when they were younger. They show a great resolve and work as hard as they can every day to contribute to their group.
Monk had to cope with the loss of their parents at a much younger age than Survivor, which led to them walking in their stride of not showing much emotion in difficult moments. Monk's version of this was pushing away those who cared about them and seeking quiet, lonely places to not be seen crying. Regardless, they still grew up moderately happy with love and support from Gourmand. The real damage came when they thought they had lost their sibling to the massive gaping hole that was the pipe. Late at night, after overhearing a conversation between the colony elders including Gourmand about potentially surviving a fall into the pipe, Monk raced out on their own and jumped in after their sibling. They sustained a black eye, but they survived and ran into a strange, younger version of Gourmand in the Outskirts.
HUNTER
Age upon arrival: 27 moons
Hunter is a lively, spritely person, always looking to have fun and enjoy life. They're also a greatly skilled and acclaimed fighter, always discovering new and creative ways to deal with opponents. Out of the whole gang, they are the most childish, petty, and hot-headed. They're prone to angry outbursts, but they're rarely ever actually fueled by anger--more so by passion than anything. Their humor is rarely mean-spirited, though it can reach a paramount of genuinely dubious intent. It's never malicious though, and is certainly a facade for a deeper, darker existential dread that they refuse to put upon anyone else, lest they try to help...
Hunter seldom talks about their past, but they do volunteer the fact that they were one of the few in the group raised, partially or wholly, by an Iterator. Given NSH's temperament, however, "raised" is a generous term. "Crashed with" is more appropriate. While NSH did indeed raise Hunter, they treated them less like one of their own progeny and more like a roommate. But in the end, NSH was still there for them, even in their darkest moments. But still, nothing could save them from what was yet to come. When time was finally reaching its end, Hunter decided to use what little power they had to commit a noble act. At least, that's how it was supposed to go...
GOURMAND
Age upon arrival: 34 moons
Gourmand is a champion of relaxation. Tied tighter to the material plane than any other member of the group, Gourmand takes great pleasure in finding new ways to enjoy their existence. Whether it be a new food or a new sunbeam to lie in, they always find ways to indulge in the new whilst also appreciating the old, and they take even greater pleasure in sharing these experiences with anyone willing to engage in them. They rarely ever raise their voice or get angry, only getting sad or disappointed. They are still honor-bound to defending those they care about, and have the ability to do so. They are not as skilled of a fighter as the other two leaders of the pack, but they still earn their mainstay as a strong and unyielding defender of the group.
Gourmand's past is possibly the most normal one out of everyone in the pack. When they were younger, they were an explorer, searching out places beyond their own expanse to widen their worldview. They found themselves mostly alone for their whole life, helping guide the occasional slugpup to a safe and bountiful location for them to sustain themselves. But just when they were headed home, thinking they had seen everything there is to see in this world, one strange step in Outskirts had them waking up in Shaded Citadel. Continuing mostly unfazed back in the direction they were headed, they eventually ran into another slugpup--a small, yellow one. But unexpectedly, this one seemed to know their name.
ARTIFICER
Age upon arrival: 38 moons
On the other far end of the age spectrum, Artificer is a much more jaded, violence-oriented, earthbound spirit. They're abrasive, rash, quick to annoyance and anger, and truly assert their dominance as a leader of the pack. To say a soft center lies at their heart would be a cruel lie--their soft center is guarded by numerous layers of rock-hard trauma and moons of horrors. Despite all of this, it's still not wrong to say there is one. It's just that... well, it's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle. And much like a camel passing through the eye of a needle, you need to play your cards right. Someone succeeded, after all. Their outward attitude may be cold and quiet at best, but their desire to keep what is sacred to them safe is unmatched. They will go to great lengths to protect those they consider to be important to them, using their strange combustion-controlling powers to assure that no foe lays a finger on whatever they hold dear.
Artificer is highly cagey about their past. It's all so traumatic to them that they'd rather not remember a second of their life from moon ages 20 to 31. But the evidence they left behind is still there--a new despotic ruler of the scavengers on top of the superstructure without a drop of royal blood in them, a building missing from the metropolis, the strangely large shelter hidden in Outskirts with evidence of numerous slugcats having lived there once, the occasional mutter of their "apprentices" that they always seem to emphasize in such a way that indicates they caught themselves from saying something else, their "ex"... it all fits together, like pieces of a puzzle piece. But lest their redemption in a moral sense be of any concern to you, they'd do everything they could to keep you from finding out.
RIVULET
Age upon arrival: 25 moons
Rivulet is a strange character, simply put. They're dormant for most of the day, sleeping for longer periods of time than anyone else. But when they're awake, their agility and speed are second to absolutely none. Their speed is comically fast, and they can stay underwater for longer than anyone else. They're also highly intelligent, knowing how to work with Ancient-level technology and how to fix Iterators, a talent that landed them the role of pack nurse. Despite living life in the fast lane, they still appreciate the moments when they get to relax and be immature for once. Monk is a good friend to them and enjoys getting to play games and small sports with them. Their inner child truly gets to shine through, and to them it's a much needed break from the constant maturity life demands from them.
Rivulet comes from far, far away, descended from lands still yet to be discovered to most lifeforms on Five Pebbles' side of the world. Their upbringing was natural, with their bodily modifications appearing over hundreds of thousands of moons of evolution. When they came across the Retaining Wall, the rains were harsh and frequent, which led to their slumberful sleeping schedule. With their experience, aiding the surrounding Iterators was no difficult task, with their abnormally high capacity for speed and their gathered intelligence from their experiences across the world. The hardest part was what happened afterward, as they travelled into Outskirts and took one wrong step...
SPEARMASTER
Age upon arrival: 29 moons
Spearmaster, the self-proclaimed master of spears, is... a genetic nightmare, to say the least. Without a mouth, their speech is muffled and they often have to resort to slugsign to make their voice truly heard. Fortunately, Artificer knows pre-collapse era slugsign the best, and can account for this difficulty. While the objectively disgusting ability to excrete bone-like spears out of their tail is an interesting hallmark of their character, they make up for this weird factor of themselves by being an all around pleasant person to be around. They're a good listener, and they make sure that everyone gets what they need. They offer support when anyone needs it, and they make sure that not a soul goes unhealed, alongside their compatriot Rivulet. They're also insanely physically strong despite their gangly stature, using the incredible autonomy over their body to enter hysterical strength mode at will. These valuable qualities enable them to be the third leader of the pack.
A dutiful soldier, Spearmaster was the seventh in a line of genetically-weaponized slugcats who functioned as expert messengers. In a time where communication was severely limited due to a certain Iterator's desperation, Spearmaster helped deliver a message to the culprit, earning a now barely-visible scar on their chest, thanks to their abnormally quick healing ability. Even though the mission didn't go as planned, they still chose to see it through to the end, determined to be the messenger they were always meant to be. However, as they completed their mission and were on their way home, they found themself in a place they didn't quite recognize. It was certainly somewhere they had been before, but everything looked... different. After a run in with a strange, angry maroon slugcat, they looked off in the direction of their former mission goal only to see that there was one less Iterator than usual.
SAINT
Age upon arrival: 22 moons, but... it's complicated.
One of the most enigmatic slugcats of all, Saint is an omen of cycles and moons yet to come. Their speech is often very verbose and elongated, asserting themselves as a rather intelligent slugcat, maybe more so than even Rivulet. They seldom show emotion, and are barely ever seen opening their eyes, only doing so when using one or more of their wide array of powers. The only special powers they have consistent access to are flight, ascension, and teleportation. The powers which remain outside of their control, though, are plentiful, and include but are not limited to powers such as telekinesis, time control, gravity control, and karma manipulation. The names of the regions they use are strange and don't make sense to any of the other slugcats, expressing great shock that "Silent Construct" doesn't seem to exist as they know it.
Saint's past is one shrouded in mystery, but it's no greater mystery to anyone but Saint themself. They can't recall ever being a pup, nor anything about their life since the loop began. They do, however, recognize every other slugcat from images recorded by an old blue robot's overseers. They especially liked the white one and the dark one covered with blue and orange spots. However, after being trapped in the loop for so long that they not only went completely insane, but then became sane again after becoming bored of being insane, they were hoping, praying, wishing that something, anything would be different on one of their loops. It was not a great prospect, but it was the only thing they had left in their life anymore. They were a broken, mentally-scarred, omniscient anomaly who was unable to die. The least they could've hoped for was a change. And to their credit, after billions of loops, leaving them mentally millions of moons older than any other living thing, a fateful trip through Suburban Drifts would leave them waking up in the warm, wet lands of Sky Islands. Out of all the slugcats who "arrived," Saint was the only one to react to the world around them with tears of joy. Something was finally different. Something was new around them. Something was unfamiliar. And just like that, they had a reason to live again.
ENOT I. SOFANTHIEL
Age upon arrival: 21 moons
In a pack full of anomalies, ENOT is weirder than the others by miles. Covered with brightly-colored spots and donning a pair of thick eyelashes, ENOT is a peculiar-appearing slugcat. But the strangeness doesn't end there. ENOT suffers from hallucinations due to a chemical in their blood acting as a hallucinogen, which presumably was given to them as a defense mechanism against predators. But when they're not being attacked, they're forced to wade through landscapes of nacho cheese and rainbow pipes, while having to take refuge in a shelter full of demons and monsters, the most terrifying of which being a pup-shaped and pup-sized black mass with a red face. Fortunately, this little nightmare's older sibling Survivor is far more attractive. ENOT has a tendency to be consistently flirtatious with their colleagues, vainly hoping to form romantic connections. They don't seem to be aware they're doing it, however, and are even more effective as a romantic being when they're simply being genuine. It is very odd that they seem to be unaware that they're flirting, though. Very weird. What's even weirder is that the period they come from on the timeline is completely unplaceable, whether that be due to their unreliable testimonies on account of their hallucinations, or something else...
????
Nothing makes sense.
NIGHT
Who is "Night?" Why, nothing more than a slugpup's cautionary tale. Right? Surely, the story of a rogue, zombified slugcat who sits outside of the cycle and steals any slugcats' arms for the karma symbols stuck on them in a vain attempt to re-enter the cycle is nothing more than a tall tale written to scare young slugpups into sticking with the pack and going to sleep on time, right? Yeah. That's all it is. Nothing more than a tall tale. Nothing more than a spooky campfire story. Nothing more, nothing less.
Of course, that doesn't stop anyone from being afraid. Some even say that in the dark of the night or the rain-filled clouds, they can spot something moving. Nothing like a lizard, or a lost scavenger. Nothing like anything they've ever seen before. A pair of eyes, maybe a glint of teeth or two. Nothing confirmed, but it's troubling to say the least. Still, nothing but a rumor, right?
...hey, anyone else see that?
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Hello love your work and just wondering if u can do a
Dr.Flug x y/n where they aren't yet dating just friends (who like each other). And they do mission or something (u can choose), and y/n does something wrong, and then they both get into an argument and out of nowhere Flug just blurts out they love y/n and y/n say they like him to.
U can choose what happens next
Hello, buddy!! I'm SO sorry for the delay, but I took a little breath to gain my creativity back! :D
This time, I tried a more practical way of writing, so here it is:
First of all, we have to remember we're talking about ""THE GREAT"" Dr Flug. Him, as a villain, considers love to be nonsense (a bit hypocritical of him, since we see how he treats 5.0.5). But in a romantic type of love, he'd be a bit.. difficult to deal with??? Let me explain:
As we are used to Demencia being 'the annoying one', we forget about how HARD Flug is to deal with. And he'd be even more so, if his s/o is some kind of assistant (especially, HIS assistant).
He's definitely the kind of guy who separate files alphabetically, separating each one by similar colors and if you put ONE in the wrong place.. HAHAHA, prepare for the scolding of your life. But now, let's get a little away from realism and get to what really matters. If he considers his s/o a friend or a close friend, things would certainly be a bit easier. Using our cute bear as an example again, Flug isn't the heartless villain he tries to make himself out to be! He can be quite affectionate, and less cruel when he wants to.
-Now, onto the mission scenario..
One client, one order, and the hero's location. As always, Dr Flug had created a plan to carry out Black Hat's orders. And to his surprise, Demencia was actually trying to collaborate...?? What's gotten into her? She was clearly holding herself back from running after the hero. Maybe boss had put her in her place? Either way, the doctor couldn't complain. Everything seemed to be doing right. It was like a dream!
Everything was going as planned. The hero (dumb, like most of his kind), had fallen into the trap like a duckling! While the guy looked around confusedly, all they needed was the shrink ray, which in just one shot, would end that entire mission! FINALLY! When his assistant was about to shoot, their attention was quickly taken by a butterfly, which made their hand slip and shoot at the post, next to the hero. The two-good-shoes' eyes quickly stopped at the villains.
— BUT WHAT- WHAT WAS THAT, Y/N??"
Before he could do something, Demencia's loud giggles, running towards the good guy were audible. WHY was it always like this?! A loud groan left the doctor's lips.
— DEMENCIA! Get out of there right no- NO- DON'T JUMP ON HIM!!
Flug's angry gaze quickly turned to his friend. The noise of punches caused by the lizard girl interrupted both of their hearing.
— What was that, [name]?!
— I'm- I'm sorry! I just got a little distracted!
— HOW could you be distracted by a BUTTERFLY?! The hero was right in front of you!
— I'm SORRY, alright?! I already apologized!
Their discussion was drowned out by the sounds of fighting between the hero and villain. 5.0.5 looked between both discussions, not knowing what to do. After a few seconds, Flug's voice came out again:
— WHAT KIND OF VILLAIN GETS SO EASILY DISTRACTED?! HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THE ORGANIZATION'S VIDEOS?! — Outraged, Flug asked.
— Of.. COURSE I SAW IT! I WATCHED ALL OF THEM, MR. KNOW-IT-ALL! YOU ALWAYS BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING WRONG THAT HAPPENS, WHY CAN'T YOU ADMIT THAT YOU HATE ME??
— AND SINCE WHEN I HATE YOU!? I LOVE YOU, DIMWIT!
A moment of silence fell between both, when the noise of kicks increased. Flug's eyes instantly widened. After a few seconds, the assistant's eyes lit up:
— You love me..? For real? — A small pause was heard. — Woah.. I never thought that you-..
Before all the chaos could continue, a black snow settled around them.
The hero, who had finally immobilized the lizard woman, contorted into an inhuman shape until he curled up, motionless to the ground. And in the middle of the shadows, Lord Black hat appeared.
A furious look on his face as he glared at his employees.
"....."
-Hah. For your all sake, I don't think I need to explain in detail what happened next.
After their sudden confession, things got a little.. awkward between both scientists, as Dr Flug couldn't make eye contact with his lab partner. But hey! It was just in the first few days after the mission disaster. After some time, the doctor would begin to show more affection for his partner (in a secret way, of course). We can say that Flug doesn't have much experience when it comes to romance, but he would certainly try to put some of his pride aside to be able to have a peaceful moment with his s/o. Specifically when both of their feelings finally come to the surface.
Thank you so much for reading! :D
And again, I'm REALLY sorry for the delay. I will definitely be making more requests later, but for now, I hope you enjoyed my writing! - Sam.
#dr flug#villainous#dr flug x reader#x reader#villainous flug#505 villainous#flug#demencia#demencia villainous#black hat#black hat organization#dr flugslys
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