#the resource guarding is a bit out of fucking hand
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amazing how some animals are so misunderstood and display altruistic behavior, like rats giving up food to help a friend... meanwhile these fucking cats are over here ganging up on one of their own and refusing to let her use the litter box bc they don't wanna fucking share 🙄
#me#the resource guarding is a bit out of fucking hand#and my mom expects ME to solve it??#she keeps asking me to figure it out#and i keep giving her solutions that SHE THEN WONT FUCKING FOLLOW#and then shes confused why the cat's behavior is the fucking same#im annoyed w everyone ok not just the cats#and the one cat in particular. alacrity#who is SUCH a fucking BRAT!!!! ABOUT IT!!!!!#she eats everyone elses food bowls and will lick their empty bowls clean. so that HERS is the ONLY bowl with food.#she'll follow ME around and get between Frankie and I so we cant play with each other#if she sees one of the other cats going near anything (food water etc) she fucking RUNS to intercept them#and i keep telling mom#we need MORE litter boxes. what does she do? GETS RID OF ONE ENTIRELY.#i tell her. Blue needs her own separate food/water station that is DEFENSIBLE. she wont go get water bc of where it is#mom changes fuck all so instead i have to get up early to guard Blue from the other cats and make sure she gets some food.#i tell BOTH my parents. we need to switch to a MEASURED. PORTIONED. SCHEDULED FEED.#so that when Alacrity eats all the damn food NOBODY gets more until dinnertime.#so i have to get up to feed them except on weekends when my dad pours them A FULL BOWL EACH!#FULL!!! LIKE 8OZ OF FOOD IN EACH BOWL FULL.#LIKE HES GIVING THEM FUCKING SOUP.#and still both my parents are coming to ME asking ME how is alacrity doing and what else can we do we've tried so much already.#i am gonna fucking stab myself
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Bro when they remade the game of re4, Leon made me want to just....do anything for him. He's just- so- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.....You know? And thinking of him as a yandere made me giggle and kicking my feet
part 2. part 3. part 4.
tw :: yandere!leon, obsessive!leon, alcohol, kidnapping, drugging blood, being chained up, insinuations of suicide.
⸺ ommgggg !!! i've been playing the game bit by bit in my free time and im actively going batshit over this man. so here are some of my thoughts……………….
you met leon during the events of RE2 in raccoon city. you ever heard of scary dog privilege? that was basically him with you the entire night. your personal bodyguard, your guard dog. he saved your life over and over and over again until you both practically lost count. however, once you both survived the night and the sun arose, you went your separate ways (much to his dismay). law enforcement and the government were attempting to track down survivors, due to their theories of them having links with umbrella. you had absolutely nothing to do with it, obvi. so, to avoid it all, you vanished. and for 6 long, insufferable years, leon has lived without you. countless therapy sessions, solace in alcohol, and numerous partners who didn’t last longer than a month, nothing could make him forget you.
now (knowing your luck), you just so happen to be one of the missing hikers the police officers speak of in the very beginning of RE4. you were taking a daily stroll through the woods to meditate before you were kidnapped and brought into the los iluminados cult. fortunately for you, you managed to evade being infected. however, you have still spent the last week in sheer misery. running from the village-folk, dodging hidden bear-traps, and scavenging for any crumbs you could consume. you can only dream of the shower you'd take after this nightmare, where you can scrub your skin of the grime, blood, and god knows whatever substances have stained your form. you did befriend a lone wolf, however, so that's a plus!
leon just so happens to be in the same area you're in, only with intentions of saving the president's daughter. he had hoped that by becoming a secret agent, he would be able to manipulate the provided resources and find you. before he knows it, leon soon wakes with a gasp, finding his hands above his head and his wrists chained together. he yanks the chain down, only to hear a quiet voice whisper "hey, quit it!" that voice. leon springs to his feet and turns to verify his suspicions, the sudden movement behind you scaring you into doing the same. he gasps your name in disbelief, before he falls into awed silence while staring at you in complete captivation. you have no fucking idea how much he missed you. all these years of searching for you, dread satiated through him at the possibility of you being dead. leon knows in his heart he would not have the strength to live if you had truly been gone forever. but now, there are no worries. the light of his entire life is alive and by his side! exactly where they belong.
on your end, however, was a complete different story. that night 6 years ago was now an entire blur. umbrella had managed to hunt you down mere days after the event, drugging you with a variety of different remedies. their efforts succeeded and had caused you to almost completely forget that night. your brain has only been able to scrutinize the blood, the death, and the groaning and screaming of undead figures around you. weekly visits with your therapist are helping you disinter forgotten pieces, but leon wasn't present in any of these newfound memories. so, when this stranger whispers your name into the air and stares at you as if you had just descended from heaven itself, you aren’t able to connect the dots.
a smile, one that could rival the sun, breaks out on the face of the mysterious blonde. tears brim in his honeyed gaze. "oh, god. you have no fucking idea how happy i am to finally see you!” holding his hands out, he takes several long strides towards you to engulf you, to where you take several steps away from him.
"who the fuck are you?" his world shatters, "how do you know me? are you the one behind this shit?" your eyes are full of confusion and uncertainty. a major contrast to the look of heroism and gratitude you gazed at him with ages ago.
without another breath, leon pulls the chain towards him, causing you to spring forward. your wrists are tied above your head and your feet are practically dangling off the floor. there are now mere inches in between you and this man. and the look of sheer horror on his face is unforgettable.
"look at me…” his eyes feel like bullets stinging into you, tears spilling down his cheeks. “it- it's me, angel! it’s leon! leon scott kennedy, i worked in the RPD that night 6 years ago.” his breath hits your face as he desperately recounts the worst night of your life. “y/n, i saved your life. and you saved mine. don't you remember?"
leon’s hand cups your face, skin hovering over yours, almost as if he were afraid to fully touch you. his face scrunches up from the sobs racking through his body.
“don’t you know how much i still love you?”
you finally have the revelation that whoever this 'leon scott kennedy' is was with you that night in raccoon city. you also conclude that you are most definitely not getting away from him so easily.
n e ways.... i went wayyyy to overboard with this, but like i said, i've been having some THOUGHTS about re4 and our golden boy. also some other characters too, hehe…………
if you'd like to see more, pls don't be afraid to send some asks in !!
#*sighs dreamily again*#resident evil 4#re4#resident evil#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#yandere leon kennedy#yandere resident evil#yandere#gn reader#gender neutral reader#venus’ brain#moonfairy
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chapter one - matched
warnings— canon typical violence, mentions of death, loss, injury, maybe a lil trauma
a/n— and we’re back! just over a year of having this account, and the end of season three, and i’m back where i started. thirsting after the mandalorian. i’m super excited about this one, and even though i think there will be a bit of a wait between chapters i promise its because they are going to be higher quality. also, obviously there will be smut further on (come on, it’s me. of course we are going to fuck him.) so no minors please!! hope you enjoy! big thank-you to @kyberblade for beta reading and saving me from my typos i love u.
also a psa. disregard season three for this fic. it fucked up my timeline so i’m changing it. things might be a bit all over the place, but it’s just going to be what i wanna do with it HAHAH no rhyme or reason :)
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You stared out into the never ending darkness, interspersed by twinkling hints of far away planets, all of them seeming more and more out of reach as you were shuffled out into the hall. Flanked by guards, the view from your room disappeared from sight, replaced by the familiar, safe walls of your palace. This was your life now— being shoved towards the known and away from those giant stretches of sky you longed so much for. Your duty, you say to yourself. This was the way you had to live, destined to the confines of your pre-determined universe. It is what you were born to do.
You knew this day would come. You were, as you were constantly, incessantly reminded, the last of the royal bloodline. After your parents early death, it left you as heir and sole survivor to the throne. All of your life, you had been trained for this moment, but it was something that was always so...distant.
You used to look forward to this time in your life, where you’d get to travel the galaxy, finally earning some of that coveted freedom all the other girls in the palace talked about. You dreamed of seeing the galaxy, being unknown on an Outer Rim planet, going wherever your heart takes you. You thought you’d have time to live. But then, within the blink of an eye, you were rushed through your coronation and left to carry the burden of commanding an entire planet. It was like a rug was ripped out from underneath you, all while someone dropped a fifty pound weight over your head, all the while chiding you for stumbling over.
In the wake of the Empire finally falling around the galaxy, planets all around the suns were scrambling— resources were scarce, trade routes were un-secure and stability was out of reach. This was the same for you, because the future of your planet was now in your hands, and you had no idea what to make of it.
Unfortunately for you, stability in a woman’s world came in the form of a contract. Most usually, a marriage contract.
This meant, much to your dismay, an entourage of young, hopeful (and practically brainless) men arriving on your doorstep, all popping the question in hopes of securing the new Queen's hand in marriage. Your hand. You knew your planet was important and appealing, with its natural resources, expanding economy in spite of the Empire’s devastation, and an abundance of funds for all the newest technologies with the death of two of the greatest ruling minds of the time. Any leader of even a remotely nearby planet would strike on this opportunity— you know you would, if it were someone else.
The whole idea wasn’t new, but it still made your gut twist. Your parents were lucky they had something more– real love, and a home filled with the stuff of fairytales. While you knew this was rare, it made you long for that. Knowing it was real, that a connection like that could be somewhere out there for you, but you’d never reach it because you never got the chance to try... you knew you were lucky, but it didn’t stop your heart from longing for more. You wanted someone to show you the stars, to let you be you, and not just try to win you like a prize or a notch in their belt.
Everyone around you said this was the smart thing to do. Choose someone— anyone who would bring you what you wanted. Your planet, as fertile as it is, is not famous for its army. That was clear during the reign of the Empire, and now the New Republic was thinning their guard posts after the war, you needed manpower. You knew it was a necessity, and you wanted to keep your people safe, but to offer yourself up like a prized mare? You were a Queen, and you were planning to be a good one, with or without a husband.
As you sat on the throne, dismissing yet another suitor with a shake of your head, the collective group of your father’s– now your own Advisors groaned, and one walked up the steps, approaching you with a slightly bowed head.
“Your Majesty, if I may…” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, only because you knew the watchful gaze of neighbouring planet leaders were on you.
“I have a feeling you will anyway.” He shook his head, quickly coming up the stairs to your side. He sighs, and you shrug at him. “What? He wasn’t my type, okay? If I’m going to sleep with the man, I should at least–”
“Your Majesty, this is the fourteenth potential match you have rejected. We are a coveted planet, but if you do not choose someone, we run the risk of having no options at all.” He says, looking down his nose at where you are strung lazily across your throne. He was still harbouring some of that anger from earlier, where you had refused to change into the giant mess of a gown the styling team had chosen for you. If the colour wasn’t enough– a pale puke green measurable to the blood of a Trandoshaan– the fabric was so expansive you would have drowned in it. You loved a pretty dress, but at least one that didn’t eat you whole.
“Would that be so bad?” You dropped your head back, and he shook his head, sighing again.
“Yes— it would mean instability. We would be a target for neighbouring planets. We are strong, but not strong enough to be alone. The New Republic has already thinned their guards to a ghost number compared to four years ago. We cannot wait any longer. We are… vulnerable, without a strong army.”
“We can make allies without forcing me to marry one of them.”
“Of course, Your Majesty. We would never force you to do anything.” He says those words, but every syllable is laced with warning. You may be the last living member of your blood line, but no matter how important, and no matter how beloved by your people you are, there were some things that you couldn’t control.
The worst part was he was right. Sure, you could solidify alliances, but a marriage was a lock and key. If you picked the right one, your people would be safe for years to come, long after you were successful. After what you had seen of the Empire, what they had done here, and all over the galaxy, your people deserved safety. Freedom— whatever the cost.
Your love for your people would get you through this. In them, you saw your parents legacy, and the passion to build something greater than yourself. You would never trade this life for anything... but it didn’t mean you couldn’t have preferences. Just as you were going to justify why you rejected the man now sneering at you from the corner of the room, the doors burst open, and your attention is diverted to the messenger rushing in with a strange look on his face.
“Your Majesty, we’ve just received another request.” He calls, breathless. “I’m sorry to interrupt. It’s… I am not sure how to say this.”
The man is clearly nervous— avoiding your eye and instead staring at his feet. You rise off the throne and move to him, attempting a comforting smile and nodding at him.
“It’s alright. Start at the beginning.”
“This request… It is unusual.” He swallows, and you laugh lightly.
“What is it this time? Don’t tell me the Hutts have thrown themselves into the mix.” You had nothing against them right now, but they were so… slimy. “Whoever it is, as long as they send a message in peace, they will be well received.”
“Well, that is the thing. They do not ask Your Majesty to receive them. They…”
“They don’t want to come here?” Already, you are breathing a sigh of relief. Anything to stop the constant parade of men flapping their money and stupid hair around.
“No, they ask that… they ask that you come to them.” He finishes, and your advisors are next to him in an instant, all attempting to speak over one another. You raise your eyebrows, surprised, but intrigued.
“That is an insult!” The man who challenged you before, known to you as Advisor Corell, spits at the messenger. “Her Majesty only receives guests— she does not travel unless there is cause.”
“Did they say anything else?” You ask, and the room goes quiet again as you step forward. The messenger looks uncomfortable, knowing there are still foreign diplomats in the room. “Everyone else, please go. You’ll be... informed of my decision later.”
The entire room exits quickly at the sound of your voice, all mumbling to themselves, probably still hurt over your rejection and blatant disinterest, but all you could care about was this new message.
“It’s alright. Go ahead.” You encourage. “What else did they say?”
“They asked for your hand, of course. They have a new King, and think the match would be beneficial to both sides.” A new King. Your mind buzzes, trying to think if you’d heard of any close planets going through a succession besides your own. Nothing comes to mind, but if he was new, at least this one would hopefully be closer to your age.
“A new King?” The messenger nods. “And he asked for me personally?”
“Ah... the message was not from him, Your Majesty. It was a hologram from a member of his court. A… Bo-Katan.” You had never heard the name before, but one of your advisors makes a noise of recognition and you spin to her.
“You know this name?” You ask Advisor Kaylen— probably your favourite member and the closest thing you have to a friend. She nods eagerly. “You’ve met them?”
“I have heard it before, but that would be impossible…” She fades off, and you turn back to the messenger.
“This is the most interesting person I’ve heard of since this whole thing started. What’s impossible?” You watch the messenger's face twist, so you reach out and touch his shoulder, the contact surprising him and earning a disapproving hum from Advisor Corell. “You can tell me, just ignore him. I do.”
“Well, that’s just the thing. The planet they claim to come from has been long abandoned.” Advisor Kaylen was still muttering to herself, but you couldn’t focus on her anymore when the messenger finally spoke again. “They say they are calling from Mandalore, and that their new King has asked for you to be his Queen.”
“Stop asking me about that.” Din growled, stopping his swift movement through the makeshift repair station he’d been pulling together. “I’m not interested.”
“This isn’t just about you anymore.” The longer he spent with these Mandalorians, the more the thought of taking off with their precious Dark-Saber and leaving seemed appealing. “An alliance like this is exactly what we need. With all the repairs, we’ve run low in funds. We need resources— we need to outsource, and this is the fastest way to do it. She’s all but waving a flag for us.”
He never thought there would be a time when bounty hunting was the normalcy he craved— but standing surrounded by relics of his people long passed, discussing a potential marriage—he started to miss the reliable frame of the Razor Crest a little too much.
“Mandalore was built on the backs of our people. We can do it again, the same way.” Bo-Katan sighs, giving him a glare after removing her helmet. “Would you do this? Was this a part of your plan to re-take Mandalore?”
“They didn’t have a dwindling empire and economic crisis to deal with. If you do this, we can rebuild the way our ancestors wanted us to live. How we used to live. Welcome our family home. Isn’t that what you want?” He spins, taking two slow steps to face Bo-Katan, who stands with her helmet tucked under her arm. “To answer your question— yes. I would have. I was royalty once, and I know what this is like. And I would still do it. You might even make a friend in her, Din.”
“You aren’t suggesting friends.” To her credit, she doesn’t back down, just raises her eyebrows at him. “You are asking me to get married. You know what that means.”
“It’s not like that. Rulers marry for all kinds of reasons— and if she’s looking, it means she wants to take full advantage of this. It’s the smart thing to do. Her planet is powerful, but vulnerable. Their army numbers are small after the Empire’s attacks, and she needs what we can offer now the Rebellion is squaring off. Good, strong fighters. Besides, I’m sure you aren’t exactly all she hoped for, either. I wouldn’t be surprised if you hardly see her after the first few months.” Rolling her eyes, she turns back to the pile of spare parts they had dragged in from outside. “We’ve already sent a hologram inviting her here. If she accepts, you can discuss a potential alliance like adults. If you are still opposed, we’ll cancel it and try it your way. Until then, we have work to do.”
“Send another message. Say I’m no longer interested.” Din stands impossibly still, waiting for Bo-Katan to agree and leave before he lets out a long breath. Clearly, he’d misjudged how set on this idea she was.
“Just think about it, okay?” She turns and disappears from view, and he feels like he’s going to collapse under the pressure. Things were complicated enough— in the last month, he’d learnt his way of life was not the only way at all, inherited a saber he had little idea how to use, and dropped everything he knew to come back home— to Mandalore. To say he had enough on his plate was an understatement.
Truthfully, he had come back with one thing on his mind. The Way declared one could only truly be forgiven for their misdeeds in the living waters beneath the mines of Mandalore— and Din had a lot to be forgiven for. If there was anywhere he could start fresh, it was here, but before he could do that, he had to find the mines, currently buried under years worth of rubble and debris. The last thing he needed was to disgrace himself in yet another way— which is exactly what Bo-Katan and the other Mandalorian’s were suggesting.
He was not ready for this. Not in any way. He was not a ruler— not a born and bred leader, like Bo-Katan, and he’d never wanted to be. It might have made sense to an outsider, maybe. A new, untested ruler of a planet as economic as yours was bound to attract unwanted attention, and about the only thing Mandalore could offer right now was its ability to fight. It was the only thing it was known for.
He didn’t want to marry, though. Not for a political alliance. He didn’t think about it at all— not right now. He’d heard a few things about you by now— how your parents had passed suddenly, and how you were now being squashed into the same situation as he was, forced to play a role which you had no choice in being cast to. He felt as sorry for you as he did for himself, and he found his thoughts drifting to the Child.
Din looked around, exhausted at just the thought of getting this place into any form of working order. Spare parts to old ships scattered on the floor, and the room was painted in a light purple hue thanks to the reflection of the glass roof overhead. He stood, leaving the mess of a garage and walking back out towards the largest building in this city.
There were streets lined with cracked stone, several Mandalorians dragging and pulling equipment to replace the broken ones. They had been working hard— everyone had, including him, and the place was looking less and less like a war zone by the second. The sight made him feel easier. At least his home wouldn’t be rubble forever. Buildings were gaining foundations, others entirely rebuilt by hand. It had only been a month or two, and already this place was looking like he’d been told in the stories. Like home.
As he walked through them, he didn’t miss the stares of those who’d left their helmets behind, but at least that was familiar. Everyone stared, on every planet he went to, and even with the oddly shaped buildings, some spiralling high, others flat and long enough to park a few speeders in the front, he felt settled here. The cities were huge and spanned far into the horizon, too long to walk everywhere, so the Mandalorians had gone straight to work on the speeder parts, using them to zip around not only around this central city, but between other parts of the planet.
Finally, he began the walk up the steps of the castle. It was giant— bulky and boxed, rooms stacked on top of each other with seemingly no purpose. It was the most well conserved building on the planets surface, and it was what constituted as a home for Din. For now, at least. Either way, it was the safest place to keep Grogu during the day, and he would go wherever it was safest for him.
He could hear him before he saw him, loud chirps and gurgles coming from the throne room. One, giant looking chair was elevated by a few steps at the end of the room, and he saw a flip of green zip over Sasha’s unmasked head.
“Get down here, you gremlin.” She barked, but laughed at Grogu’s slightly worried face when he spun to a stop in mid air. It was then he finally noticed him, dropping to the ground and wandering over. “He’s been a little pain in my—“
“Patu!” Grogu chirps, and Din laughs roughly, bending down to pick him up. He holds him in front of his helmet, watching as his tiny hands reach out to grab his gloved wrists.
“Have you been causing trouble, Grogu?” He makes a little gurgle sound, like he always does when Din says his name, and he smiles under the helmet.
“Bo-Katan was looking for you.” Sasha says, putting her helmet back on. Most Mandalorian’s that lived around the capital did that when they spoke to him, now, even ones as high ranking as Sasha. Din doesn’t look up from Grogu’s giant eyes.
“She found me. And my answer is still no.” He hears her laugh, but when he looks up at her, she stops.
“She didn’t tell you?” Din turns to face her, letting the kid fiddle with something on his armour.
“Tell me what?” Unlike Bo-Katan, Sasha is a little afraid of him. Everyone is, especially since they had seen him fight with the DarkSaber when they first arrived on the planet. Since then, there had been a quiet fear, a commanding presence Din didn’t think he had earnt, but regardless it was there. She swallowed, tilting her helmet down to the floor. “Tell me.”
“The Queen replied. She accepted your invitation, and is expected to arrive within the week. She also implied, if the meeting goes well— she…”
“She what? What did she say?” Din had no idea why, but his heart was racing a mile a minute. Had she been insulted by the offer? Was she going to stage an attack?
“She said she would marry you.”
“You said I would what?” You shout at the group of advisors, all of whom look like they are about to scramble and run. And they should. “Who’s bright idea was it to send correspondence, with my name attached, without my go-ahead?! What the hell kind of advisor does that?!”
None of them so much as moved, except for Advisor Kaylen, who caught your eye, making a pointed look at Advisor Corell. You shook your head, and a bitter smile curled the ends of your mouth.
“I should have known. Corell. Get up.” He spluttered, stumbling to his feet as you dragged him up the dais, and forced him to his knees. “Was it you? Did you tell Mandalore I would accept their invitation?!”
He shakes his head. “I only said you would meet with them! Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“When I was ready!” You want to scream, but your embarrassment and nerves choke your throat. Yes, you were going to accept. Probably. Maybe a month from now... a few months, if you could stretch it. Not this week.
“This is a good thing! Now you get to go! To— to see the cursed land for yourself. To look upon its new ruler! I was only doing what I thought was best! They would have been insulted if we had rejected…and we’re running out of options.”
“The only one insulted here is me, that you truly believe I would buy any of the shit that comes out of your mouth.” He was on thin ice as it was, but your fathers words played in your head, and you saw the faces of your other Advisors in the corner of your eye.
Your father had selected this team of people because he trusted them, and for some reason, you did too. You didn’t know why, or how they were picked, but they were supposed to be the six people you could rely on. The six people who would challenge you, who wouldn’t blindly accept your decision like the rest of the planet. They were a tradition— to ensure the sanity of a ruler and the safety of a planet. You trusted them; or you would, eventually, but they would not overstep. Or at least, they shouldn’t.
“My father trusted you. It is that reason alone that I will let you continue to work underneath me, and forgive this lapse in judgment. But this is the one chance you will receive. I might not be my father, but you work for me now. If you choose to disobey me or do anything without me specifically telling you again, I will send you to Mandalore in my stead, and the King can have you in my place. We will see how far you make it in the ruins before he cuts you down.” They all scurry from the room, Advisor Corell not glancing back as he heads for the door after you drop him.
All that is left is Kaylen, who doesn’t need a title when it’s just you and her. She was a friend— perhaps your only one, so you only used her title around the other Advisors.
“That was exciting.” She says, and you flop down onto the cushioned throne, golden pillows softening the blow as she comes to lean on the armrest. “It’s been too long since we had some real palace gossip.”
“Well, hold on to that, because you might be shipping me off to marry a fish. He’s like a ghost— I couldn’t find anything on the King, and now I’m supposed to just…go?” You sigh, swinging your feet over the edge of the chair and letting your head fall into her lap. “This is insanity. This entire month has been suitor after suitor, none of them with armies strong enough to keep our planet safe. And now it’s like I don’t even have a... it all just happened so fast.”
“I know. You were right to reject them all. But this one is... it’s different.” You sit up, turning to face her.
“You think I should go?”
“Are you asking me as an Advisor, or as a friend?”
“Both.” The throne is huge, made for the large frame of your father, so she can slide right in next to you.
“Well, as your Advisor, Mandalore is famous for one thing— war. Sure, they have lost a tonne, but when they were at their peak, they were unstoppable. Feared throughout the galaxy. With our help, they could be that again. Even having the name attached to us would scare off any potential threats for a while. They are good fighters, they could teach our people ways we would never learn ourselves, and one day we could even be allies. Especially if this goes well.” She sits up when she speaks, and even though she’s only a few years older than you, she seems light years ahead. You understand why your father chose her.
“And as my friend?” She swings an arm over your shoulder.
“As your friend, I think you need this. I think that you haven’t changed a single thing about the palace since you have been crowned because you know once you do, this is real and your parents are gone. I think you know this is the right thing to do, but you’re scared, and you think that when you do this, you’ll finally be alone, and you hate that.” You’re thankful she’s not looking at you because you almost start crying as soon as she mentions your parents. “I think you know that this is different. That this could be a defining moment for you. For your reign. For the planet to come back after the Empire.”
“Why do you have to be right about everything?” You say tightly, and she helps you stand off the throne, leading you towards your bedroom through the maze of winding corridors.
“Just lucky. And, hey, don’t look so sad. Rumor has it he wears a very pretty beskar suit. All shiny and silver. You love shiny stuff.” She gestures at the hallways, all lined with golden and silver detailing. You nudge her on the shoulder and she laughs, peeling off before you open the door to your bedroom.
It was technically your parents room— the room you grew up in now vacated for your future offspring. You didn’t mind, using the room helped you feel a little bit closer to your parents. You remember all the times you’d climbed into bed with them, buried under the covers because you were afraid of the dark.
Kaylen was right. Corell was right, even if he was an asshole. It was selfish to not accept an offer. You hated that you couldn’t do more for your people, that all you had to offer was your arm, but if that was what you needed to do right now, you should just... suck it up. A Mandalorian, though. That was different. You knew they were feared, although scattered throughout the galaxy, and if their words were true, an entire planet of them would make you virtually impenetrable.
You couldn’t help but think about the King. Mandalorians were a confusing bunch, the few you had met, anyways. Very quiet, lethal as anything, and in your experience, solitary. Your mother had hired one years ago to collect a bounty for her, and he completed the four day job in three hours, arriving and leaving on his own, hardly talking if he didn’t have to. Why would someone like that want to be married?
Shrinking out of your outfit, you decided to try and get some sleep. If tomorrow was going to be anything like today, you’d need all the rest you could get, and for some reason, there was a racing in your heart you couldn’t settle. Maybe just nerves from the incoming visit to Mandalore tomorrow.
That had to be it. The myths, legends surrounding the cursed world— it would make anyone nervous. But it was just that. Nerves. It couldn’t be anything else.
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Hi again! Love all your werewolf ones so I thought I'd ask for one that hasn't been done yet...
Headcanons on all the boys during their ruts/when there MC goes through their heat/sex with them just in general!
If that makes sense I hope
Oh yessss this is so fun~
I'll start with their ruts, but I can definitely do the other two as well if you'd like <3
Content: breeding kink (reader doesn't need to be able to get pregnant, these beasts don't know how pregnancy works), talk of pups/litters, possessiveness, rough sex, biting, scratching, knotting, mild manipulation, multiple orgasms, marking, scenting/scent kink, crying/general patheticness from Ian, mild blood kink, threats, mild dubcon, somnophilia, cockwarming
Bo:
You can tell when his rut is getting closer because he starts to get more aggressive and territorial
Lots of pacing and growling. He resource guards and won't let anyone into his area of the den except for you
And oh does he get territorial over you too. He's constantly scenting you, rubbing himself against you and making you wear his clothes
He needs the others to know that you're his mate. And that for the remainder of his rut they are not to touch you under any circumstances
His rut really brings out his wolf side. He's always been the most animalistic of the pack, but during his rut it's even worse
He's not afraid to use his teeth and claws to get you into whatever position he wants you in
He goes partially nonverbal during his rut, it's mostly just snarls and growls. But he makes it very clear what he wants, even without speaking
He won't be able to calm down or soothe the agitation and need inside of himself until he's knotted you
He'll pin you down and fuck you senseless until his knot swells and he cums deep inside of you. He's determined to breed you by the end of his rut
He's got a one-track mind during his rut. All he can think about is knotting you and filling you with his pups. He doesn't care about anything else
There's about an hour or so of calm after he cums. He'll curl around you, knot still inside you as he makes soothing sounds and treats you like the most precious and delicate thing in the world
But once he's hard again, he's back to fucking you into an incoherent mess. He just can't seem to get enough of you for the few days that his rut lasts
Jack:
Jack's pretty good at keeping control during his rut. You can tell he's in it because he tends to get a bit snappier and visibly tense, but he reins it in for the most part
He's just not his sunny self, he has less patience for the others and tends to prefer to be on his own during his rut
Well... on his own except for you, of course. He doesn't want you leaving his side, but he won't be as forceful about it as some of the others
No, he'll convince you with his words instead. After all, you stay with the others during their ruts, so it's only fair that you stay with him during his, right Sunshine?
In the days leading up to his rut, he hunts more and generally works harder to make up for the amount of time he's going to spend hiding in his part of the den with you
And when his rut hits, well he knows it's going to happen, so he makes sure that you're already cuddled up in bed with him and ready to help soothe his animal instincts
He always tries to stay in control. He needs to be in control. He deeply resents having these instincts that he's beholden to
But once he gets you turned on... once he can smell your arousal, can feel your soft skin under his hands, can taste you...
He loses that control. He gives in to his animalistic desires, fucking you like his life depends on it. Driven wild with the need to breed you over and over
He keeps enough sense to be gentle with you. To listen to you, to make sure you're enjoying it too. He makes sure you cum as much as he does
But he's insatiable. There's no pause between rounds, he'll keep trying to fuck you even while he's still knotted in you from the last round
By the time his rut is over, you're well-used and sore, but deeply satisfied. And you have a doting Jack trying to make up for being rougher than usual
Ian:
His rut hits him hard and unpredictably. The others are on pretty solid cycles and can tell when they're going to go into rut, but Ian never knows and it's never consistent
His rut makes him soft and sensitive. The smallest things can make him cry, and he gets very clingy with you. He needs lots of comfort and reassurance
That's not to say that he doesn't get possessive. He absolutely does. But he's more likely to cry and whine and curl around you pathetically than to try to fight the others if they get too close
He'll keep you with him through his rut out of pity, it's hard to see him like that. So pent up and needy that it hurts. He's in pain, and it's obvious to everyone that he needs this
He'll cry when he bottoms out in you. He'll whine about how he needed you so badly, about how he needed to be inside of you, about how he needs to put a litter in you
He's so apologetic, even when he's deep in the throes of his rut. He'll cling to you and apologise for being so rough, even as his claws are digging hard into your thighs while he fucks you
He marks you up like his life depends on it. He needs them all to know that you're his. He needs you to know you're his. He needs to know you're his
He tends to get very shaky and weak after he cums. Even as he's knotted in you, he needs you to run your fingers through his hair to help ground him. And maybe also feed him some snacks
His rut is as unpredictable in length as it is in timing. Sometimes filling you once is enough to satisfy it, but other times you're holed up in his part of the den for weeks
In the peaceful moments between rounds, he tends to rub your stomach and whisper about how nice it'll be to have pups with you, and how he can't wait to be a father
Most of the time, though, he's just apologetic and ashamed that he's so unable to control his urges. That he can't help himself but fuck you
Shaun:
Shaun during his rut is kind of like a drunk frat bro at a party. He'll fight if he thinks someone is trying to take his partner, but the rest of the time he's just horny
He keeps meticulous track of his ruts because they come on so fast. He'll be completely normal one moment, and the smell of you will drive him wild the next
It's the same when his rut ends. He just suddenly feels completely normal and is back to his usual goofy self. His rut is just a momentary lapse of control
He gets clumsy and sort of foggy-brained during his rut. He can't think too hard about anything or do much that requires coordination, but thankfully he doesn't need to
All of his brainpower and strength are dedicated to pinning you down, marking you up, and breeding you over and over until he's sure you'll be having his pups
He's a biter. They all tend to bite, but he'll sink his teeth into any flesh he can find. He'll dig them into your shoulder while he fucks you from behind, into your chest while he puts you in a mating press, he just needs to leave his mark
He's also a licker. He'll lick over every mark he leaves, especially if there's any blood...
He'll have a hand on your stomach the whole time, growling in your ear about how he can't wait to watch you swell with his child, to breed you properly like a good mate should
If anyone interrupts the two of you, his instinct is to fight. He's not at his best, though, so usually it's more just growling and snapping his teeth until they back off
Between rounds, when you manage to get a little sleep in, he's curled up around you. There's never a moment during his rut that you're out of his arms
By the end of his rut, you're guaranteed to be covered in bruises, bite marks, and his scent. They don't fade for days afterwards and he can't help but admire them even after his rut
Nick:
It's nearly impossible to tell that Nick's in his rut until you're in bed with him. He keeps his cool, he acts the same as normal, but once you're fucking him, he can't keep it in anymore
He's pretty much at peace with his wolf side in a way most of the others aren't. He's learned to live with it and control his instincts... for the most part
He can tell that he's in rut. But he'll woo you like normal and bring you back to his part of the den before letting his rut win out. You won't know until he's balls deep in you
But once he's inside of you? Oh that's when he lets the wolf take over. He'll pin you down, growling and pounding into you, desperate to breed you
If you try to move too much or do something he doesn't like, he'll give warning nips to your throat. You know he'd never hurt you, even in rut, but he's not above a little threat~
While his rut does make him feel more possessive and territorial, it never really has to come out, because none of the others are stupid enough to try challenging him
So you're all his for his whole rut, no interruptions, nothing but his cock pounding into you over and over until he knots you
But once he's knotted you and cum inside you each time, he'll settle down for cuddles. His head stays pretty clear, so he'll chat with you and soothe any soreness you're feeling
He's the only one with a clear enough head for proper aftercare between rounds. He'll make sure you're eating and drinking enough, stretching, sleeping...
But he's also got insane stamina, so you'll be getting fucked senseless every hour of the day. And possibly also while you nap, if he can't help himself
He's not as vocal about his desire to breed you. He's too busy fucking you and trying to make sure you cum as many times as he does. But he does want to breed you
He's the most open and unashamed about his rut. He'll tease you about it when he wants to fluster you, growling about how he can't wait for his next rut to put you back in your place when you act up~
Joseph:
He feels so intensely guilty about his rut. He tends to fight with his wolf side a lot, especially when it comes to the more base instincts like breeding
So when he's hit with that sudden need to keep you away from everyone else and to put a litter in you... well, his first thought is to isolate himself and avoid you
It doesn't work, of course. The communal area of the den isn't huge and unless his rut coincides with someone else's, that's where you're bound to be
And you're not about to let him avoid you. So soon enough, you find yourself pinned underneath him while he tries to wrestle with his wolf side
Just press your hips up into his, reassure him it's okay, and he'll snap. He'll dig his fangs into your shoulder and fuck you like his life depends on it
Once his wolf side takes over, it takes over completely. He'll fuck you on every surface and in every position. His cock needs to be in you at all times
Even when you're so exhausted you can't help but sleep, he still needs you cockwarming him. He'll rock his hips so slowly, knotted inside of you, desperate to fill you again
In moments of semi-lucidity, he's coherent enough to talk dirty to you. Telling you all about how he can't wait to see you full of his pups, so everyone knows you're his
But most of the time he just growls curses in your ear, panting about how tight and warm you are, repeating fuck fuck fuck like a mantra as he chases his next orgasm
He may not have the wherewithal to make an effort to help you cum, but there's no way you won't cum from the brutal pounding and the way his hands can't get enough of your body
He generally doesn't sleep or eat during his rut. Luckily they only last a few days, but at the end of it he'll collapse and needs to be tended to very gently
He'll just want to curl up with you afterwards and make sure that you're okay. He's so worried he hurt you or pushed you too far past your limit, so he needs lots of reassurance
Jean:
His ruts tend to start while he's sleeping. He'll get agitated and territorial in the days before, but it's sort of hard to tell because of his personality
So he'll suddenly wake up absolutely burning with the need to breed you. All he can think about is being balls deep in your tight hole
He's got no time to think about anything else, or to worry about the fact that you're probably sleeping. He'll follow your scent and drag you back to his bed
He's the kind to throw you over his shoulder and haul you to his part of the den, toss you onto the sheets, and have his way with you without more than a few growls
It doesn't matter if you're still tired. He'll just gruffly tell you to sleep through it while he breeds you. He needs you, and a little sleep isn't gonna stop him
But he prefers it when you're awake. Your sounds, your smell, your reactions... they fuel him. Each and every one is as good as fucking you
He can't get enough of your scent when he's in rut. He'll nuzzle into your neck and breathe in deep as he pounds into you, hoping your scent will linger in his bed after his rut is over
His ruts tend to be shorter, usually only a day or two. But they're so intense and a lot more frequent than everyone else's. You can expect to be woken a couple of times a month for them
He doesn't bother to keep track of them, but they're pretty regular. So it's not too hard to keep an eye on the calendar and make sure you're in his bed when it starts if you want
If you're already in his bed when his rut starts, he won't even bother waking you. He's so desperate to fill you with pups that he can't wait
When his rut is over, he mostly just wants to keep an eye on you to see if it took. None of them know if you can get pregnant or how it would work, so he tends to just watch and wait
He doesn't like to talk about or acknowledge his rut when it's not happening. He gets embarrassed and snaps at people if they bring it up, he's generally at peace with his wolf side, but ruts are a different matter entirely
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König on a rampage
Tags: Angst / Headcanons /‼️Description of violence and cruelty‼️ / Not proofread /Dark König??
Word count: 500ish
König was always on missions during his twenties. Sometimes it lasted for days, sometimes for weeks.
Being deployed and following commands was almost a therapy for him. It provided him the focus on something that could be controlled, rather than his untouchable anxiety.
Handling weapons and aiming targets was easier than handling relationships, which he was slow at.
He wasn’t too close to his team, but they weren’t strangers either, of course. He just had trouble to open himself up to anyone.
He was young, with a body built like an oak tree and nerves of steel. He always tried to maintain calculated during gunfights. Although he was young, he never acted recklessly. He was even willing to retreat if the consequences of pushing forward were high.
König rarely got shot since was agile and vigilant on the battlefield. If he was, he knew how to treat wounds because it was given as mandatory training.
His pain tolerance was very high. Or maybe he’s just good at keeping everything by himself. He’d clench his teeth and wrap the flesh tightly to stop the blood flow, take a few breaths, self-evaluate if he can do this or not, then continued to fight.
He barely had any rest, because he believed he didn’t need much of that. If he had a day off, he would wash off all the blood and sweat on his body, eat until he’s satisfied, then slam himself on the bed and sleep for an entire day.
König was then deployed to Berlin. It was a rescue operation from the hands of Al-Quatala, and he led a team of five.
It was a mission under raining bullets. The commander has underestimated enemies’ resources, and König’s team was struggling with limited assets.
One of them was down during this twelve hours pain-in-the-ass battle. It made König frustrated at the whole situation.
He sweated under his gears and gloves, changing mags and yelling out order behind cover. He counted his bullets, not enough. His commander has not yet telling them to retreat.
Fucking bullshit, he mumbled. This better not be a suicide mission.
He then e saw a child being thrown out instead of a grenade, a few feet beside him. As he was taking in this sudden information, a flash of explosion blinded his eyes, he felt himself being knocked out by the shockwave.
He growled at the pain, got up from the bloody ground after a few seconds of struggle, then he saw half of an arm and one foot. Small. Belonged to the child.
König took a few breaths, their death sinking into his brain and it made his blood boil. For the first time, he didn’t wait for further instruction by the commander, as he let rage takeover the body.
And it became his weapon, he stormed into the room with his assault rifle, shot down a few panicked enemy that was fleeing to take cover. They did not expect anyone would storm into their base recklessly like this.
He double-tapped them, then took pursuit on the rest like a beast going rogue. Six were on the base floor, four on the roof top. If his ammo ran out, he’d ditch it and grab a rifle from the dead enemies. Turns out they had a fucking heavy machine gun, that’s why König’s squad were showered with bullets.
If there was a chance for melee combat, he’d use the most painful method without a blink.
He got shot twice on the arm, once on the leg form the back. He bit through it, half with adrenaline, half with his flaming rage. He had enough with this. Nothing could stop König on his rampage.
The remaining two were guarding the hostages. König took aim and shot one of them dead with one bullet.
The other screamed and wanted to run, but König was faster, pinned him down and grabbed him like a prey. His own blood stained the clothing, and the burning revenge was dripping down from his eyes, glared down at the enemy.
“You like to be cruel, ja?” König spitted, stabbed the knife into his eye. “Then I’ll pay it back to you!” He gutted out those painful screams. Again and again, as it was the only way to calm himself down.
When König was done venting his fire out, he turned to the hostages. He was almost covered in red with a pair bloodlust eyes. They were trembling at the sight of this man, refused to go with him.
They had to be convinced by the rest of his team, so they could be finally escorted to safety. The team also took care of König. They were terrified too.
König finally passed out on the retreat heli by the blood lost and by his overwhelmed mind.
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Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater
➼ Yes I am breaking my rule of no f!reader because I wanted to write for Vi so bad. So I'm gonna set a new precedent now: I'll write f!reader IF it is a wlw fic/headcanons/whatever. Though this is more of just a lil treat since the brainrot is rotting
➼ Might end up turning this into a full fic, if you want that let me know! (It did! Here's part two)
➼ No beta we die like Sky
➼ Warnings: None!
GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner
Whenever there is free time, Vi is at your side. You two usually find some corner away from the others to try and get away, pretend you two can have a moment to yourselves
She's always giving you her food, you don't even need to ask. She'll happily let you pick at her plate if you're still hungry or you haven't eaten in a while due to lockdown
You're lucky enough to only be two cells away from each other, you two often get in trouble for talking during lights out
If you're ever in trouble, Vi takes the beatings for you. She can and has thrown herself between you and a guard and is not afraid to do it again
Same obviously goes for inmates
"If you want to keep your tongue in your mouth, I suggest you leave her alone"
Though not many inmates mess with you considering your personal body guard of a girlfriend
If you're ever thrown into solitary, Vi goes crazy. Getting into more fights than usual, refusing food, even trying to break into solitary to be with you
If you want, she gives you both matching tattoos there with whatever device she can get her hands on. She lets you pick out the design and the placement
Anytime she gets clean clothes, bandages, and hygiene supplies (all of which are of course a rarity there), she uses them/gives them to you first. Bandages up any new cuts of yours or changes your dirty ones, gives you her new toothbrush and toothpaste, and so on. You'll have to fight her on at least sharing some of the items, like the new tube of toothpaste. She just wants to make sure you're taken care of
"Just scored a new hairbrush. Go ahead and take it, bun. Need to keep your hair brushed so I can play with it, yeah?"
Vi cuts your hair for you there and takes it super seriously. She's not gonna let you walk around with a shitty haircut
Though she did fuck it up once (or a few times, but they were smaller mistakes that were easy to hide)
To make up for that godawful haircut she gave herself a bad one too. It's just hair, after all, it grows back
She'll stand guard while you're showering. Make sure no one's gaze is lingering around on you. Also lets you shower first so if there is any hot water you'll get it
Vi is a portable bed for you. Whenever you're together and you want to rest, she'll try to find a quieter place and let you rest your head on her shoulder/in her lap. She plays with your hair while you're sleeping and checks your pulse every now and then. Just to make sure you're still there with her
Whenever you get sick there, she will make the biggest fuss to get you to medical. If that isn't an option Vi does her best to take care of you with the limited resources you both have
"Snuck a bit of that honey from breakfast. Try and cover your throat in that and don't worry about talking, okay Y/N?"
During bunk inspections, if you have any contraband, Vi takes it and hides it in her cell. She rarely ever gets caught with it, but she'd rather take the punches than have you on the receiving end of them
On the flipside Vi trades a lot of her own contraband to get things for you. Things like snacks, jewelry, hair dye, better clothes, anything other inmates have that you might want
Though if trading for those doesn't work, she will straight up steal them for you
When Caitlyn comes to release her for help with tracking down the stolen gemstone, she throws in a condition. An obvious one
"You're getting Y/N out too. That or you can try to find Silco on your own. Undercity is going to eat you alive without me"
And that's how you and your lover finally escape Stillwater
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I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 1
[Scaramouche x Fem!Reader]
A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!
Summary:
You hate working for the Fatui. You hate working for Scaramouche. And you just… hate Scaramouche.
He's two-faced, incorrigible, insensitive, and has an atrocious personality. Unlike yourself, he enjoys hurting others simply because he can. You know he only recruited you because he believes you have the potential to be a killer. You didn't join the Fatui because you wanted to, you joined because you needed the resources. You don't want to be turned into a weapon, but Scaramouch didn't care.
You really… really hate him.
{Also on Quotev, AO3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}
Chapter 1: Oh, Lore?
You smoothly fix your mask over your face when you cool off enough from the strong breeze. It was pretty stuffy in that Fatui mask despite the weather being colder than Tsaritsa's taint 24/7, you never liked wearing it. But you had no choice but to follow the regulation of keeping your uniform in check.
"[L/n]."
You look up from the report you were reading, your fellow agent was towering over you since you were sitting on a rock.
"What is it, Kazuki?" You mutter, closing the folder to hide whatever was inside.
It's not like you didn't trust Kazuki: he was the only one you could trust considering he was your best friend. But you two weren't in the same department, and you rather not expose him to the danger you had to deal with. He was special to you like that.
The pale man offers a ghost of a smile, "May I sit with you?"
You snort unattractively, "Sure, be my guest."
The rock wasn't even big enough for your ass, but maybe that was Kazuki's plan from the start. Scooting over so you're practically just sitting at the edge, the black haired agent carefully sits next to you on your conquered rock island.
You let out an undignified squeal as Kazuki's body manages to shove you off the rock. He quickly grabs your arm and pulls it against his body so you don't fall. You had to drop the report on the snow so you could steady yourself against the rock. Both you and Kazuki were laughing like morons, luckily that the other agents were inside where it protected them from the Snezhnaya weather.
"Moron," You chuckle, already feeling warm from where you and the other were flushed together, "What do you want? I don't have Mora."
Kazuki was a tall man, taller compared to the majority of people anyway. And since you're probably the one of the few people who's seen him without his Fatui mask, you can confidently say that Kazuki was, unfortunately, very attractive. His pale skin was close to perfect, minus the horizontal scar on his left cheek. His black hair was pushed back, at the front and center of his hair was pink.
His eyes were an extremely light shade of brown, almost giving it a gold hue. Though because of this, it made his tadpole pupils easily visible. This is where the pupils take an oval-like shape, though in Kazuki's case, they almost look sharp at the end.
His deep voice brings you out of your thoughts, "I don't want anything. I just wanted to check up on you since you're out here alone. I know you hate Snezhnaya weather so..."
"Aw, am I that special to you?" You tease, letting your guard down just a bit.
"Absolutely not. Go perish."
You groan, "Speaking of doing shit that seems shitty, how's it like working for Lord Tartaglia?"
The male agent sharply shakes his head. Clear message: change the subject.
"Well, if it's any consolation, Lord Scaramouche doesn't remember I exist," You add lamely, "I really think my recruitment was a mistake on his part."
Kazuki shakes his head, "I don't understand why you joined the Fatui to begin with. This is no place for someone like you."
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"That you're too soft."
"Oh." That's pretty much true so you can't even say anything! "I didn't wanna get chosen by Lord Scaramouche, but apparently he thought I was most suited for his field since he commands the Skirmishers."
Kazuki raises a brow, "And how do you know that?"
"Well... Do you remember three months ago, the night of our personal recruitment's to the Harbingers?"
——
You wouldn't consider yourself talented in anything or skilled in areas that are remarkable. But you do pride yourself in being able to sweet talk your way into and out of situations, and your invisibility. Not that you're dIfFeReNt AnD qUiRkY and no one ever notices you, but you're an absolute fucking master at sneaking into places you do not belong in.
It's not often that Harbingers will recruit for direct subordinates, so when you (and Kazuki) were given the chance, you put on your best show in hopes of attracting the attention of a low ranking Harbinger.
That's right, you wanted to work for someone like Il Dottore. He's a researcher, and in your opinion, the most pacifistic department. You also heard he's not fond of Vision-wielders, so you thought he would've loved to have someone like you.
But no.
That's not what happened.
You knelled down in front of the door that led into Scaramouche's office, taking a long, thin, metallic tool from your pocket. You stuck the tool into the lock and began to twist and turn the device to pick at the door.
You're probably expecting some deep lore for the reason why you're a lock-picking master, but honestly you just learned it to impress your friends when you were a kid.
Anyway, you don't have a Vision, and honestly you're grateful for that. You've seen what happens to those who's Visions are taken away or destroyed. And if your own personal research has made you learn anything, you're not too eager about being granted into Celestia.
You openly displayed disgust when the recruitment reports. You, along with a handful of other brutish Fatui agents, were selected to be direct subordinates of the Balladeer: Scaramouche, Number Six of the Fatui Harbingers.
Not only that, he appointed you as his second in command simply because you're quiet (around him).
You bit your tongue from cheering out loud when a familiar click came from the door. You pulled the tool out and stuffed it back into your uniform. You quickly stood up and opened the door, slipping inside and quietly closing it behind yourself.
You sighed in relief when you didn't see anyone in the room. Perhaps it was extremely reckless to not check before entering, but that was just a flaw you needed to work on. Noticing the stack of folders on Scaramouche's plain desk, you quickly made your way to the other side of the room.
——
"YOU BR-" Kazuki quickly lowers his voice to a whisper, "You broke into Lord Scaramouche's office?!"
"Yeh."
"Holy fuck. How are you not dead?!"
"Let me finish."
——
Each folder was plain and unmarked, you had to open each one and skim for your name to find your folder. There were so many folders, and from what you gathered, three folders belonged to one person. One for their medical/physical information, one for their specialty, and if they wielded a vision or not, and the last one was personal information about the person's detailed background.
You weren't interested in anyone else other than yourself and Kazuki, and Scaramouche wouldn't have your friends' folder, so you only searched for your own.
Skimming through the first files for your name, then separating it three at a time, you begin searching more frantically when you start reaching the bottom and you've yet to see your report.
Maksim, Ivac, Andrei, Lena, [L/n- That's mine!
On the fucking bottom of the pile were your reports, no doubt Scaramouche did that on fucking purpose.
You organize the other folders neatly as they were before, leaving yours out to read it.
[Y/n] [L/n]
21
Female
[Height]
[Weight]
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"Ugh," Kazuki scrunches his nose, "If I ever go missing, do not put my weight on the missing poster. I promise I won't come back."
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[Eye Color]
[Hair Color]
Agent 241100
You shake your head and check your specialty folder. You don't think you can see how much the Fatui knows about your family, it might break you.
You skim through the folder to the last page where you see notes written in a different font and color. You're pretty sure this is Scaramouche's own notes on your person.
Wields no Vision, yet she is exceptionally more talented and stronger than the other incompetent agents who do wield Visions. She uses a Claymore, but is surprisingly fast with her attacks and just as powerful. I've heard she wants to be on a researching branch, or a collector, or something of the sorts. But that will be a waste of talent, which is why I recruited her before that idiot Childe could. The brat hesitates with harming the others during training, no doubt it will become a liability later on. But with enough exposure, she could become the perfect killer and wea-
"And what do you think you're doing?"
You slam the folder closed and spin around to face the door since your dumbass had your back towards the entrance.
You widen your eyes, just realizing that you forgotten your mask with Kazuki in the main room where other agents just fuck around.
You grin nervously, "I... Lord Tartaglia...!"
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"HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD, [Y/N]?!" Kazuki shouts too close to your ear.
You frown and rub your ear against your shoulder, "Well, stop interrupting me, Nao, and I'll tell you!"
"Fine."
"Fine!"
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"What are you doing here?" Tartaglia crossed his arms, an expression mixed with a smile and a scold, "You are aware this is Scaramouche's office."
"Wh-uh, w-what are you doing here, hm? Lord Tartaglia?"
You messily shoved your folders under the pile since you were doing it behind your back. You're sure Tartaglia wasn't blind to it, considering he was fucking looking right at you.
"You must've picked the lock, the door wasn't all the way closed," Tartaglia amused you, "Now, explain yourself. I'd hate to have you executed for treason."
"Treason? Isn't that a bit uh-an overreaction?" You bit the inside of your cheek, "I-I just wanted to check why Lord Scaramouche chose me as his direct subordinate. I'm not a Skirmisher, and I did my best to make it perfectly clear that I wanted the most pacifistic branch..."
You turn your gaze to the side, silently referring to the folders behind you on the desk, "I have no other motives, I just wanted to know why the Archons have forsaken me."
You hear a soft puff of air from Tartaglia before the sound of footsteps. You keep your gaze down, knowing better than to look a Harbinger in the eyes.
"Does Scaramouche explain why he recruited you?" Tartaglia asked as he stopped by your side, nudging you to move so he could look at the files.
"Yes, sir. Well, I think so? Something about how he can turn me into a weapon and a killer if the fucker traumatizes me enough," You scoffed.
"Ha-ha! Is that so?"
"Oh!" Shit, you forgot who you were talking to, "I-I mean-I'm so sorry! I mean no disrespect towards Lord Scara-"
"-No, don't worry about it," Tartaglia said dismissively as he picked up your folder from the bottom, "He's certainly unpleasant, I'll give you that. Where are his notes?"
"Second folder, last page."
Tartaglia follows your instructions, grabbing the folder and opening it to the last page. You keep watch of the door, watching and listening for any intruders since Tartaglia didn't bother closing the door. You're sure he did it on purpose so if Scaramouche does come in, the blame would quickly fall on you.
Fucker.
"Interesting. You're a skilled fighter, [L/n]?" Tartaglia mused, "And you hid this fact from me? How rude."
"I'm not-" You felt your eyelid twitch, "-I don't like fighting. That's why I hope to be recruited by someone lame like Lord Dottore. Or even you, so I can just collect debts."
Tartaglia hummed quietly for a moment. You push yourself off the desk, stretching your arms above your head. You're actually preparing yourself to die right now. You disrespected not one, but two Harbingers in front of Tartaglia, got caught breaking into a superior's office, and you didn't even properly greet Tartaglia like you were supposed to.
You're honestly surprised to have lived so long anyway.
"Well, get out of here already," Tartaglia picks up your second folder to read it, not bothering to look at you, "If you leave now, you won't get caught."
You blink in surprise, "I... Lord Tartaglia-"
The ginger finally looks at you with a grin, though it doesn't reach his eyes. Later you learn that it never does.
"-Leave, before I throw the blame on you and say you picked the lock."
You bow deeply in gratitude, "Thank you, Lord Tarta-"
"-Childe."
"...Yes, thank you, Lord Childe."
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Kazuki whistles loudly, "Wow..."
"Yep," You cling to Kazuki's arm as you pick up the report you have dropped, "And I guess he kept his word since I'm still alive and Lord Scaramouche hasn't said anything to me yet."
Kazuki suddenly stands up, causing you to fall off the rock and land in the cold snow.
"You fucker! You couldn't give me a warning?! This is why I have trust issues, Nao! You have any-"
"-Let's go inside, [Y-er, [L/n]," Kazuki's tone is suddenly more monotonous as he reaches his hand out, "I actually came out here to get you. Lord Scaramouche requested for you."
"You motherfucker."
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Bloodstone Manor Location Masterpost
Okay, since the next bit of Monster Mash is gonna have to happen at/near Bloodstone Manor and Ted needs to go for a walk in the woods nearby, where do we think it is? The US and UK are the leading candidates in the fandom, but I need to pick a spot so my characters can get the fuck out of Ohio. My money is on the US, but I'm open to counterpoints.
Things to bear in mind:
1. Ulysses had a British accent. Elsa's accent is posh British. Verussa had an American accent, with some Broadway Mid-Atlantic that could suggest fancy New England OR just putting on airs. It's entirely possible one of the couple moved to be with the other, but that doesn’t settle which side of the ocean it happened on. Elsa's accent could be from a UK childhood OR a UK boarding school OR a choice to emulate her mother and annoy Verussa.
2. The house is old--or at least full of old stuff--but there's something of a history of Europeans bringing their weird-ass shit across the Atlantic and building absolutely batshit mansions in the US. Probably because there's more open space for it here.
3. The establishing shot of the rotunda shows it in hilly or mountainous terrain, with what looks like pine forest around it, and it sits on a parcel that is either big enough or far enough from neighbors that no one expects any outside response to roars, screams, explosions, etc. Either there's no one around to hear it or people REALLY mind their own business.
4. Of the hunters who make it to the funeral, one has a Scottish accent, two have American or Canadian accents, and one has what sounds like a South Korean accent (although apparently the actor was born in Argentina and moved to the US in the 90s, and I'm going off the many Korean-American voices I've heard at work, so "Korean-American" might be a better descriptor). Those are the people with connections to Ulysses and the time, resources, and motivation to show up to wherever this is. That suggests the location is most accessible to these people and not others. (Yes, I know, I've left out Jack's accent, but he was going to travel to wherever Ted was anyway; he had enough motivation that distance alone wasn't going to stop him.) North America has the numbers here; it's more likely that one Scot got on an international flight than that two North Americans did.
5. The guards are wearing "tacticool" BDUs and carrying some kind of zappy sticks or stun batons. The lack of guns is interesting and may indicate a location with stricter gun laws than the US ... or just that Verussa didn't want to accidentally kill her captive and that a lot of monsters are bulletproof anyway. The guards look and move a hell of a lot like an American tactical team and sound vaguely American when they're screaming. Would Verussa import guards, or hire local muscle? My money is on the latter.
6. Ulysses was old as balls. In the comics, he was positively ancient, and the opening narration implies he was old enough to be wearing pre-20th-century clothes in a flashback. He's definitely old enough to have gotten his hands on a nice piece of property in the UK, but also rich enough to have just bought a mountain in the US. He was also around for the last century-plus of history, and that may have affected his choice of headquarters. If the original Bloodstone Manor got bombed out during World War 2, for example, he might have moved to a less bomb-filled location.
7. Corpse Muppet! Verussa found somebody willing to turn her husband's remains into a Cryptkeeper animatronic. I have no idea whether that's a thing in the UK, but there are definitely enough weirdo taxidermists, puppeteers, and general pieces of work here that someone would take Verussa's money to do it. There are even subcultures here that traditionally sit the corpse up at the table for the wake, so it might not even be that weird to the right professional.
8. Flaming Tuba Guy is available for the funeral. Real Flaming Tuba Guy is American and takes his flaming tuba to Burning Man. I have no idea whether the UK is also a likely place to find a dude with a flaming tuba, but I have difficulty imagining a smooth process for getting a combination brass instrument/flamethrower through customs. I don't think there's a lot of international Flaming Tuba action unless private jets get involved. Wherever Flaming Tuba is from, I'm betting that's the jurisdiction where Bloodstone Manor is.
9. Jack makes it to Bloodstone Manor. Now, I've talked before about his being highly motivated and distance not being an obstacle for him, but if we assume he didn't use a magic portal or something (big if, I know), he had to go by land, sea, or air, and that takes time, no matter how motivated he is. Jack is centuries old, has a history of involvement with violence, and speaks with a Mexican accent. Wherever the Manor is, a dude matching that description was able to get there in time without setting off a ton of international alerts. The fact that Jack is as old as he is AND unknown to the hunters despite being a werewolf suggests that he prefers to keep a low profile, and by now he's practiced at it. He wouldn't want to leave a paper trail, especially when he's on a rescue mission that he knows will likely involve killing people. (I know he doesn't WANT to kill anybody, but the odds of him and Ted getting out of there with a zero body count were always slim. And he brought a bomb in his pocket.) Between his money and his accent, Jack would have an easier time moving around undetected in North America; he could reach a North American Manor by car rather than having to smuggle himself on a boat, charter a private plane (with a flight plan!), or go through customs at Heathrow or wherever. Not that he wouldn't risk getting on SHIELD's radar to save Ted, but if the hunt happened soon after Ted's capture, Jack would be more likely to physically reach the Manor in time if it were in North America.
10. Ted! Ted is at the funeral, obviously. In the comics, Ted canonically lives in the Everglades and honestly that's the best place for him. Verussa would have to have Ted transported from Florida to wherever the Manor is. All the logistical problems of moving Jack across an ocean are magnified in moving TED across an ocean. Again, it's much easier to move him within North America, which I'd consider a point in favor of a North American Manor. If the Manor were in the UK, wouldn't Verussa have gone for a victim based closer to home?
11. Sushi. "Let's do sushi; I owe you that." Apparently Jack and Ted have a history with sushi. I have absolutely no idea how common sushi restaurants are in the UK, but on the west coast of North America, you can pretty much throw a stick and hit one. (I know this because I moved last fall, and one of my first priorities in the new place was Find The Good Local Restaurants. Google was like OH, YOU WANT SUSHI?! HERE ARE TWENTY PLACES. Seriously, it's almost as common as pizza, at least in California.) I assume the boys aren't heading into a major urban center for food after their escape, so wherever Bloodstone Manor is, Jack thinks he can find a rural, exurban, or suburban sushi restaurant within a couple hours' travel (close enough that he can go, pick up their order, and make it back to Ted before raw fish goes funky). Sushi restaurants, at least in the western US, tend to be run by East Asian immigrants--part of the larger culture of immigrants starting restaurants within the first or second generation of arriving here. For stupid racist reasons, most East Asian immigration to the US took place after 1965, so there are a lot of sushi restaurants here that were established in or after the 1980s. Sushi restaurants also tend to be more common in coastal regions here, presumably because REALLY fresh ocean fish get more expensive and harder to acquire farther inland. Jack proposing sushi, if he and Ted are sitting on a log in the US, suggests they're somewhere near a coast, in a region with a sizable post-1965 East Asian immigrant population. (BTW, the reason I keep saying "East Asian" instead of "Japanese" is because a LOT of these restaurants in my area are run by Korean families, more rarely Chinese or Vietnamese ones. I've been in exactly one sushi restaurant here that was run by a Japanese family, and it was 40 years old.) Of course, I don't know shit about the takeout culture of the UK; maybe Yorkshire is full of sushi restaurants or something.
Conclusions.
Between the geography, the accents, the material culture, and the logistics, I think the balance of probability suggests that Bloodstone Manor is in North America, most likely the United States. There are multiple hilly or mountainous regions with pine forests near coasts, close enough to centers of East Asian immigration that the boys can reliably get their sushi.
So with all that in mind ...
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Family business: Part 1
Billy Butcher & Sarah Butcher x Soldier boy
Warnings: Age difference, cursing, violence, smut, 16+, ... it's the boys... what not
Side note: English isn’t my first language.
Words: 5900
Sarah is Billy Butcher’s daughter from a previous relationship. He did not raise her, on the contrary, when he found out that her mother was pregnant, he fled to the army. Butcher felt too young to care for a child, afraid to follow in his father's footsteps. But Sarah's mother wanted to keep the child. In the first 5 years he sended her postcards on her birthday with a little bit of money in it. But when he never got a responce he stopped. Years later Billy’s and Sarah’s paths cross when they search for the weapon that killed Soldier boy only to find the supe himself, who seems to have an special interest in Sarah.
*Might not follows the original “the boys” timeline*
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Sarah woke up in a shitty New York apartment, she looked outside the dirty window, it was a nice sunny day but all she could think of was how horrible she felt doing this job. The CIA needed some unknown people for some shitty job when they couldn’t keep get their hands dirty. And that was one thing she had no trouble with.
She took a quick shower before throwing on some old rock band shirt with a grey skinny jeans and black doc martens. Before she got out the door, she took her old black leather jacket and keys. Once outside she took the metro to the CIA headquarters where she had to meet with Susan Raynor. Sarah walked around in the big city thinking how much she hated this place, she could wait to get back overseas.
Sarah presented herself to Suzan, “Mrs Raynor? I’m Sarah, Sarah Turner, my boss sends me to... take care of an inconvenience for you.” she said shaking her hand. “Ah yes miss Turner. Take a seat. Where waiting for my other associate before I can inform you about your task.” She said with a disapproved look at her. “You might like the man, British too.” Sarah looked with smiled like she had a toothache. “Yeah well, all Brits get along ay.”
“Sorry kept you waiting luv, traffic.” Sarah heard a familiar accent behind her. She looked up, looking at the man, she could have sworn she recognised him. “Who’s this?” He asked Suzan without looking at Sarah. “Butcher meet Turner, Turner, Butcher. Your new partner.” - “Since when do you give me partners and tasks Suzan?” - “Since we need you to go to Russia and find out what killed soldier boy, what killed him can kill Homelander, but I don’t trust you, so I arranged backup.” - “I don’t need a fucking babysitter, no offence luv.” He said to her swiftly. “Take it or leave it.” Suzan told him.
Suzan Raynor explained all the resources Sarah had, and talked about their mission, the boys could be included, but only Sarah could call in for progress with her directly. Once dismissed Sarah and Billy stepped out the room. “So, Butcher...” Sarah asked “Billy Butcher?” He turned around. ”You know me sweetheart?” - Sarah’s heart dropped “By reputation” she felt sick to her stomach, but the fact that he didn’t recognise her last name made it easier on her.
Sarah met the boys, MM, Frenchy and Hughie seemed nice fellas. But she couldn’t help to feel troubled, they planned the trip to Russia, she noticed both MM and Frenchie were trained, Hughie on the other hand seemed like a beat-up puppy. Butcher started to go over the plan one last time. “We enter here...” Sarah couldn't help but to roll her eyes at him. “I’m sorry luv is there anything you want to say.” - “Yes, that is a fuck bad idea. I bet ya that these doors will be guarded by at least a dozen soldiers, unless you can hocus-pocus your arse through them, we need a new route.” - “Well excuse me for my language darlin but, I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think. I’ve been doing this since you were in bloody diapers.” Yeah, diapers you never had to touch you fuck. Sarah though.
She kept her mouth closed and loaded in her duffel bag feeling pissed, she really wanted to put Butcher in his place, but she knew it would compromise the mission. She heard Frenchy talk to Hughie. “She gives off, Lara Croft vibes, no? Spicy lady.” he joked. “Yeah, well two English alfa’s, I hope it will work out.” the skinny kid answered. Sarah saw Butcher put away some green liquids put away. “What is that?” She asked him.
“None of ya business sweety.” he answered. “None of my business...” she repeated fierce. “If I need to go out there in Russia risking my ass, I need to know what shit you're taking.” Walking over to Butchers bag taking out everything until she found the temp V. “What is this shit?” - “Oi, give that back you little cunt.” - “No fucking way asshole, tell me what is this shit you’re taking.” - “Give it back or I’ll take something from you.” - “You sound like a fucking child Butcher.”
Butcher grabbed your bag throwing it all out on the floor, he saw a picture falling out. ”What’s this?” He said while picking it up. Sarah saw his face getting pale as he looked at your mother in the photo. It was an old picture, taken when you were 7 maybe 8 years old, on a vacation in France, Sarah sitting next to her mother on a bench at the sea. He looked back at you locking eyes still holding the picture in his hands. Sarah walked over snapping it out of his hands. “That is my dead mother you fuck. If you ever touch this again, I'll kill ya, understood.” Billy nodded slowly.
He didn’t ask, she didn’t spoke. They both got back to preparing their bags. But Sarah could feel his eyes lingering on her. On the flight to Russia, they sat apart. Sarah chose the seat next to Frenchie and MM. Sarah deliberately chose to bring headphones, so she didn’t have to interact to much with the boys. “What happened?” Hughie asked Butcher referring to the incident back home. “I knew her mother, we used to date back in the days. I had no idea she passed away.”
Once landed Billy planned to rest at the motel first before digging around the foreign lab.
Butcher handed out the keys, “not you, not yet, we need to talk.” He said to Sarah. They walked to his room. “What?” she asked like a spoiled teenager who was about to get a preach. “Your mother, when... how did she die?” - “Oh no, don’t pretend like you care.” She snapped at him. Billy frowned “If you really cared about her, if you really cared about us, you would have never left.” She yelled at him. “So do us all a fucking favour and pretend you don’t know her, cause that is what I will do when this shit show is fucking over. Pretend I never met you.”
Sarah walked out the door, Billy followed her. “Sarah... SARAH stop.” She stopped but didn’t face him. She could feel the tears in her eyes burn, not knowing why this hurt her so much, she never knew him. “Sarah, I wasn’t ready to be a father, for fuck sake I was 19 years old. Your mom insisted on keeping it.” - “IT?! Keeping IT?! She burst not saying anything anymore before taking another breath “I don’t need to know your sob story Butcher.” she turned around. “You didn’t want a child, I don’t want you in my life, let just focus on the job and get it done, ok.” Sarah took her key and went to bed.
The next morning everyone gathered at the parking lot looking terrified. ”What happened?” Frenchie asked arriving last. “Raynor, got executed last night. Her brains blown up, Annie just texted me.” Hughie said. “That means someone may know were here.” Butcher added. “No time to waste then.” Sarah said walking to the rented car.
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Sarah woke up in the red lighted room at the lab. “What happened? WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” she yelled at Hughie standing in front of her, covering her eyes. “I eh, pushed you aside during the attack, you bumped your head.” Billy kneeled in front of you. “Are you ok, luv?” - “Yeah yeah, I'm fine.” you said while lifting yourself up, grabbing for is arm as you felt a little dizzy. “Still not a reason to be naked though!” she pointed at Hugh, looking around. “What’s this?”
Sarah opened an old container, smoke came out, Billy pulled her back, behind him, once they saw a man walking out. She looked in him up and down, turning to Hughie whispering. ”He has a reason to be naked.”
“Soldier boy.” Butcher mumbled, making Sarah look back at the man. At first, she thought he was looking at Butcher but when the smoke cleared, she saw his green eyes were locked on her. Her breath and heart stopped. “No way, he’s alive?” she looked at Billy who looked shocked at her.
After Soldier boy blasted his way out of there, you all hurried back to the states, trying to take care of Kimiko.
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“Well, there is no reason for me to stay here.” Sarah announced. Billy looked shocked, “The fuck you mean. There is a fucking ancient supe out there and you are leaving? - “What do you want me to do? Buy a fucking flute and whistle until he comes to us like a dog?” - “He blew up midtown, we need to do something.” Hughie begged. “Guys even if I wanted, I have a fucking concussion, my shoulder is hurt and there is no fucking way I’m taking that shit you injected yourself with.”
“Then wait here.” Billy said, “Heal and if you still decide on leaving, I’ll buy you a ticket.” Sarah though about it for a second, healing before the long travel wasn’t a bad idea. “Fine.”
Not long after they agreed to that Billy texted her, “meet me at this address ASAP.”
Sarah walked up to an old cheap motel. She knocked on the door, Hughie answered, letting her in. She immediately saw Soldier boy snoring a line of cocaine before he looked her up and down. She never felt nervous when a man checked her out, hell she even used her body every now and then to get what she needed or wanted, but the way he looked at her made her head spin and her heart race.
Billy walked over to you, tilting your head back looking in your eyes. “How do you feel?” Sarah slapped his hand away. ”Stop fathering me.” Hughie and Ben exchanged a look. She nodded to Soldier Boy, “You found him.” - “Yeah, well Hughie and I need to take care of somethings, we need you to stay with him.” Billy smiled at her. “Really? Babysitting?” she answered. “Babysitting, taking care of the elders, whatever you want to call it.” He said pushing Hughie out the door.
Sarah felt the awkward silence, “Well, coffee?” she asked walking to the small kitchen not waiting for his response. “You were there in Russia, weren’t you?” He asked following her. “Eh yeah” - “You got me out.” She turned to him leaning on the counter. “It was a team effort.” he nodded still looking in her eyes like he was searching for something.
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As time got by, Ben seemed to like Sarah better than the rest of the boys. And Sarah decided to stay for a while. There was this unspoken bond between her and Ben, both outsiders taking care of their past, in different ways but still. At this point Billy only thrusted Hughie to tell the truth about Sarah. But Ben noticed the similarities pretty early on.
Ben started the conversation after seeing Sarah walking to the bathroom, Billy was sitting next to him watching tv. "You know, I wanted some rugrats of my own... couple of little boys." Billy looked at him, “With Countess. But not everything always goes the way we want right?” Billy didn’t answer. “Does she know?” - “Yeah.” - “You didn’t raise her?” - “No.” - And that’s why the tension is so bad between you two?” - “She thinks I left her mother because I didn't love her, I loved her I didn’t want to be a father, she wanted the child, what choice did I have.”
“You could have grown a pair of balls and taken care of your child and woman.” He said bluntly taking a smoke, walking towards the window, he saw Sarah standing in the door, slightly smiling at him. He knew she heard him, even though it wasn’t his intention. “Billy, Frenchie just texted, he needs you at the lab.” He got up looked over at you, nodded before leaving with a sigh.
“Thank you.” Sarah said walking closer to Ben. “For what?” He said smiling. “Putting him in his place.” - ”I just don’t think he sees you for what you are.” - “And that is?” Sarah asked still walking closer, her eyes met his. “A tall, beautiful young woman, gorgeous big dark eyes, who is stubborn, fierce, smart, a firecracker.”
“And you can tell all that from what, a week knowing me?” She looked up at Ben. Even though she was 5ft11, he stood taller than her looking down in her eyes. “I’ve known that since I set a foot out of that container.” Ben’s hand moved to the back of her black hair and the back of her neck. He looked at her lips before slowly closing the space between them.
His movement stopped abrupt when the door opened, he looked over her shoulder. Hughie walked in. “Good you’re here.” Sarah said still standing close to Ben. “I’m going training, I found a private room I could rent at the gym.” She left Ben standing there. Fucking cock blocker, he thought looking mad at Hughie. “Oh, besides I found ourselves a house instead of this motel room.” She said turning back in the door. “I’m tired of sleeping on a couch.”
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Sarah, Ben, Frenchie and Kimiko moved in almost permanently, although Billy dropped by every day to check on Ben, but secretly he wanted to get to know Sarah. Frenchie seemed to be the only one to notice the tension between Ben and Sarah. He stood a little to close, was way more friendly with her than with the others. Accidently bumped into her in the kitchen. She would lay her hand on his shoulder when walking past him at the table, bending over to pick things of the floor, not caring he’d look at her cleavage or ass.
Sarah was a very structured woman, even in the middle of this shit show she turned the basement into a small training room. She seemed to be the only one using it, not understanding how all of them stayed in shape without training. One day Hughie asked her to show her some tricks. “I’ve seen you fight in Russia, even without temp V you really know how to handle yourself.” She looked shocked. “Eh yeah, sure I’m heading down now.” Ben couldn’t help but to laugh, “I want to see this.” As he followed them.
Even though Hughie did his best she and Ben could see martial arts aren’t his thing. “Come on kid, tired already?” Ben joked leaning on the railing of stairs looking over them. “Don’t listen to him.” Sarah spoke, “Not all of us are granted with a supe boost. Besides, the right technic will take down anyone.” Hughie smiled soft but knew he never would be cut out for that. “Is that so?” Ben huffed “Fine, do it.” - “What?” Sarah looked at the supe walking down. “Take me down, I’ll even make it interesting. If you can get me on my knees, I'll take you on a date.” Sarah laughed “Oh Ben, how did you know that was my dream.” Answering over dramatic sarcastic. “What if I can’t.” - “You get on your knees for me... in private.” He said moving his thumb over her lip.
“Sarah don’t.” Hughie said afraid he would take advantage of her. “Agreed, just to wipe that smirk of your face.” she said taking a step closer. She had miss calculated him physically, all though she knew he was build firm, she had no idea that her hits and kicks would be brushed off so easily. Ben never hit her back, all he did was block and push her aside. Sarah was out of breath. “Giving up yet?” Ben teased not a drop of sweat on his face. “Never!” She yelled when kicking his chest.
“Oi! What the fuck is going on.” Butcher yelled running down the wooden stairs with Frenchie. “Sarah and Ben are... training.” Hughie answered. “Ough.” Sarah let out a grunt falling on her knees when Ben tackled her. “Oh princess, sitting on your knees already? Thought that was the deal, after the fight.”
Butcher looked at Hughie “Deal? What deal Hughie?” - “Sarah made a deal that if she doesn’t get Soldier Boy on his knees she had to... get... on eh, hers for him.” - “WHAT?! Hey fucking cunt!” Butcher yelled running down the stairs. “The fuck are you planning mate?” Ben looked over Sarah’s shoulder at him unbothered.
Without hesitation Sarah got up and kicked Ben in his face now that he was distracted. Making him step backwards, losing his balance, falling on one knee. “Mon dieux, a little Jean Claude Vandamme in the house eh!” Frencie laughed hitting Hughie’s shoulder. Ben looked up at her, entirely surprised. Sarah stood there, towering over him, with a wide grin holding out her hand. Ben took her hand pulling him off his knee. “A deal is a deal.” Ben said standing to close to her. “Don’t worry, just the look on your face, that was all I needed.” Sarah said not backing down, almost chest against chest.
“No, no, NO! Get back, you get away from her!” Butcher pulled on Sarah’s shoulder demanding her to step back looking at him. “Oh, don’t act like you fucking care.” She said walking away. Butcher looked at Ben “Stubborn, like her father.” he said patting Butcher's shoulder before following Sarah up the stairs. “Father?” Frenchie asked. Billy’s face said enough, “Sarah is mademoiselle Charcutier? No! That is not possible.” - “It is.” Was all Butcher replied.
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Later that night, Kimiko wanted to watch singing in the rain. To everyone’s surprise, Ben didn’t complain. All four watched the movie. Until Sarah heard her phone ring in the kitchen. She got up to see who the caller was. It was her boss back in the UK. He had been calling to see if she was still alive and or working the case. She didn’t noticed Ben got up until she felt the warmth of his body behind her.
“How long?” He asked placing his hands on her hips. She felt the heat rising in her body. “How long what?” She asked. “How long are you going to keep teasing me woman.” She felt his lips brush over her shoulder.
Frenchie looked over at the kitchen seeing Ben covering Sarah’s body. But she didn’t seem to mind it as he watched her head fall back against his shoulder, her hand moving back, fingers tugging Soldier Boys hair.
“Am I teasing you? I had no idea.” She flirted. “Tell me Ben, if you feel like I tease you too much, why didn’t you ever make move.” - “Your fucking friends are cock blockers.” he growls, while he softly bit the flesh in your neck with his teeth. His hands moved up to her breast, kneading them over her shirt. “I don’t know how long I can wait before I rip your clothes off and take you right in front of everyone.” Sarah turned around facing Ben. “Is that a promise?”
Ben looked shocked at her comeback, but his surprise turned into lust really quick. Lifting her on the kitchen table, kissing her like a hungry man.
Sarah looked over his shoulder, Kimiko and Frenchy were still focussed on the tv. Ben’s lips were on her neck again. She pushed him back, he looked confused. Sarah slipped past Ben walking back to the couch. She saw Frenchie looking up at her, she answered him with a wink before sitting down.
Later that night she heard a soft knock, Sarah expected Ben, knowing him, he didn’t want to give up just yet. But to her surprise she saw Kimiko on the other end. “Hi.” She let her in.
Kimiko heard what happened and wanted to know more about her family and Butcher. So, she told her everything, how she was raised by her single mom, that she lost her at 15 due to cancer. After wandering around for months a group of private contracters had found her and trained her. She owns them everything.
The man who took her is was now the boss, Sarah even told her that she was ditching his calls because for some reason she wanted to get to know Butcher. God forbit she would ever say that to him. “Soldier boy?” she typed. ”What about him?” - “You like him?” -”Yeah, well we get along, I guess where friends of some sort.” - “ He looks at you like he wants to be more than friends.” - “Oh no, he is like that with ever woman.” Sarah answered feeling her cheeks blush. -” Not with Annie or me. Frenchie says so too! He saw you two in the kitchen...” - “I don’t know. He... does something to me, I feel like I can’t thrust myself around him.” she confessed.
Kimiko enjoyed the girl talk she had with Sarah, and so did she. “Talk soon?” Sarah asked while letting Kimiko out the door, she smiled and nodded quick. Sarah looked at the clock 2am. Damn, time to hit the sack. She thought changing into her pyjama, well actually a tank top and panties.
Sarah heard a knock “Forget something Kimi?”She asked opening the door.
Ben looked down at her, “Hi.” was all he said. “Ben... What are you...” He didn’t let her finish. “ I heard you talk to...” he pointed his thumb behind at him, trying to remember her name. But when he looked down at her, he could see she wasn’t wearing much. Making him forget all he wanted to say. “Yes?” Sarah asked trying to bring him back, but instead he walked in. “Fuck this.” He crashed his lips on to hers, pulling her body to his with one hand under her shirt and the other covering her ass.
Sarah felt like she had to fight this, but the more she felt his lips on her the more she felt addicted. Uncontuesly she moved her hands over his chest, over his shoulders, pulling him closer to her body. Ben found the back of her legs lifting her up, carrying her to her bed, laying her down undernead him. He looked at her for a second.”Fuck you’re beautiful, can’t believe that cavemen is your father.” - “Can we please not talk about him now?” She kissed and bit his neck.
Ben’s hands moved under her shirt, lifting it over her head. Fingers teasing her nipples while his mouth was sucking and kissing the flesh of her breasts. She couldn’t help but to moan at his touch. Ben felt her hand moving to his head, pushing him down to her panties. He grinned “So bossy” while kissing her hip. “You like it.” she teased back.”I saw it in your eyes when I kicked your ass.” Ben didn’t answer with words, but he did with his tongue against her slit. “Fuck.... Ben!” Sarah moaned tugging at the sheets beside her.
Ben heard her breath getting faster, her body arching for more friction. He place one hand over her hips while the other pushed his fingers inside her. "Fuck sweetheart, I wanted to taste you the minute I laid my eye on you.” He said between sucking at her clit and licking. Sarah felt the coil in her stomach grow. “Oh Ben... don’t stop!” She whimpered. After her high she looked at Ben while he wiped his mouth with the back of his hands.
Sarah wrapped her legs around him, turning him on his back. Her mouth on his, her tongue touching his, tasting herself. Grinding on his coverd cock a few times before lifting herself taking her hand down between their bodies. Ben moaned in her mouth when her hand got down to push down his trainers a little to stroke him. Ben grabbed her hair in his hand when she moved herself down.
Sarah tugged Ben’s pants further down, taking it all the way off together with his underwear. Placing herself on her knees between his legs. She hears him chuckle. “What?” she asked. “Looks like I have you on your knees afterall.” Sarah smacked his thigh but smiled at the same time, Ben could see the lust in her eyes when she kissed and stroke his thighs, hips, ... everywhere exept where he wanted her te most. “Stop teasing princess.” He groaned.
“So needy” she teased sitting back up, Ben looked confused. “Really?” She climbed on top of him smiling. “Your big mouth will get you in trouble, handsome.” She grinded against him while she whispered in his ear. “Had you just kept it shut, I might have sucked you so hard, so long till you came in my mouth.” Ben gripped on her thighs she knew it would leave marks, but she didn’t mind. “Oh, so she likes control?” - “You have no idea.” She said, holding his cock steady for her to sink down on.
Sarah’s head fall back, sitting straight on his lap, Ben saw her face when he filled her up. “Fuck.” was all he could moan. Her hands hold her steady on his chest while she rode him. His hands over her breasts to her neck before he sat up kissing her shoulders, neck, breasts...
Ben pushed her over, her head towards the foot end of the bed. Wrapping her knees over his hips, while he took her wrist in his hands and pulled them over her head. Sarah felt his thrusts getting harder and faster. His cock pushing against that one spot inside her that made her scream his name. “Fuck... Ben! Harder... fuck me harder ... please.” - “Say it again.”
“Fuck... Me... Harder.” she begged out of breath. Ben placed his hands over her throat not entirely kneading but holding her in place, while thrusting harder in her. “I’m going to ruin you for any other man you will ever fuck.” He whispered in her ear.” - “I don’t want anyone else.... fuck... Ben, I only want you.” She managed to say between breaths while she came on his cock, her orgasm never felt this good before. Not long after Ben came too.
Fuck Sarah though staring at the ceiling after coming down from her high. “Maybe a little late, but please tell me you’re on birth control?” Ben said looking over at her. “Heh? Eh yeah, I am.” she answered not mentioning she forgot to take it a couple of nights in a row. “I’m going to the bathroom real quick.” She said jumping up putting on a pair of shorts and her top leaving Ben in her bed.
Sarah ran to the kitchen, starting to throw out everything in her purse trying to find those damn pills, she got nervous. “Looking for something?” She heard Butcher getting in by the back door, putting the lights on. “You’re up late. Need a hand?” - “No, no, I got it.” She said relieved. Taking the pill with a glass of water. “What are you doing here?” She looked at the man. “I couldn't sleep found myself walking here.” He looked at the packaging “Good you take those.” Sarah huffed “Yeah, would not what to put unwanted children on this earth now would we.” She said walking past Butcher. “Sarah...” - “Goodnight.” She quickly said before she had to hear him apologise again.
Ben was still in her bed. “That took long enough.” She crawled in the bed next to him, kissing his lips without saying a word. But he could see she was upset, she hugged him, his steady heartbeat made her fall asleep quickly.
The next morning, she woke up to the sound of clashing pots and pans in the kitchen. When she wanted to move, she could feel Ben’s arm still wrapped around her, spooning. Sarah had moved during the night, but Ben still seemed to hold on to her.
His heavy breathing came to an abrupt stop. “Goodmorning” she said smiling at him softy. “Hmm.” was all he said snuggling closer to the spot between her neck and shoulder. “God, you smell amazing.” he said still sounding sleepy. “We need to get up.” - “Do we?” he asked with a hint of mischief in his voice. Sarah could feel his hand move down, tugging her shorts aside. “I think we still have some unfinished business.”
Sarah felt his dick pushing against her while his hand was making sure she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Without much though she started to copy his behaviour teasing and playing with him. When their breaths got heavier, he moved her shorts down lifting her leg up a little so he could take without moving too much. One hand on her hip while the other held her close to him, wrapped around her breast holding her body close to his.
Ben took her hand and placed it in between her hips, holding his hand over hers. “You feel that?” he moaned “That is where I belong. Deep inside you.” Sarah kissed his lips in return. “Fuck Ben, promise me you’ll fuck me every night.” - “And every morning.” he said kissing the spot behind her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant.” Shit that didn’t supposed to sound so hot. She though.
After their morning “work out” they both entered the kitchen, seeing literary everyone sitting or standing there. They all stared at the two of them. Kimiko smiled at Sarah, already knowing what had happened. Since she saw Ben sneaking to her room after she left.
“Mornin” she said in unison with Butcher. Ben couldn’t help but to laugh, he couldn’t believe still not everyone saw the resemblance.
*A couple of weeks later*
Today was the day they wanted to take down Homelander. Everyone was preparing but Sarah felt ill, walking to the bathroom she couldn’t help but to overhear a conversation between MM and Frenchie about some gas that could take down Ben. But she decided not to tell him, so he could focus on Homelander. Over these past few weeks they became closer. He shared how he felt about Homelander being his son. “If they just told me. I would have given my seat up.” He had told her somewhere between their passionate nights and open conversations afterwards.
Things got heavy at the Vought tower. Ben tried to hurt Homelander by saying the few words his father ever said to him. ”Being a fucking disappointment.” He tried to turn the conversation to Butcher and Sarah. “So, this is Sarah. Well, sweetheart wish I could say you look like you mother.” - “Fuck you.” - “How are you feeling? Not to nauseous I hope?” He grinned. Sarah looked confused at him, but when he looked at her stomach and back up at her, she realised she was late.
“Congratulations Butcher. Or should I say grandad.” Sarah felt Butchers eyes on her, but all she could do was stare at Homelander, unbelievable she had to find out like this. When Meave placed her hand on her shoulder, she snapped out of the shock, looking between Butcher and Ben. Butcher followed her eyes to Ben. Ben already attacked Homelander, but Ryan defended his father.
When Ben tried to get Ryan and Homelander out of his way Butcher blasted him a crossed the room.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ben said getting up.
“Not the kid.”
“Oh, I thought you said blood didn’t matter. Thought that was the whole fucking point”
“He’s my wife’s son.” Ben looked shocked, seeing Sarah’s eyes grow big. “What!?”
“You leave the mother of your child, YOUR CHILD but you will defend this kid? WHY?” Sarah yelled hitting Butcher in the chest. Homelander heard everything that she said before Maeve hit him. Ben stopped you “Go find the others. I’ll take care of this.” - “I can help.” - “No, I need you to be save.” He said while he kissed the temple of her head. “Go, I got this.” Butcher looked at them realising what was going on.
Sarah ran through the entire building finding Hughie at the control room. She looked at the monitor how everyone attacked Ben. “How, wait why is he the villain in all this?” Sarah saw how Annie reloaded, she ran as fast as she could back to them, she saw how MM held the gas over Ben’s mouth. Ben’s chest was glowing. “I’m not... going back in that... fucking box!”
“MM stop! STOP he will kill everyone!” She felt Maeve running past her. Ben looked at her when she pushed him through the window. Sarah ran after them. “NO!” She fell to her knees, covering her eyes when Ben’s radiation exploded. She looked over her shoulder, everyone was shocked. Butcher laying there on the floor covered in blood.
*After the fight*
Sarah and Butcher were brought to the same hospital. The doctor confirmed her pregnancy. Butcher got a warning never use temp V again or it would get him killed. The drive home was quiet. Once home he spoke to her.
“Sarah, can we talk?”
“It’s late Butcher, I really want to go to bed.”
“It’s important.”
“Fine.” She sighs, taking a seat at the kitchen table copying him.
“I really don’t know where to start but, I never wanted to leave you, luv.” He looked at her with sincere eyes. “I sent you postcards for your birthday, and Christmas and wrote letters, hoping your mother would tell me about you.” Billy saw the tears forming in her eyes. “I didn’t want to be the monster my father was. Didn’t mean I didn’t want to know you...” He paused a second “I want to get to know you and be there for your baby.”
Sarah got up with tears in her eyes “Well thank you for sharing that. Goodnight Butcher.”
She got to her room, falling on to her bed, tears started to fall. After some time she heard her phone buzz. Number unknown.
She picked up “Hello?”
“Sarah? It’s me.”
“Homelander” she recognised his voice.
“We need to talk...”
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Part 2 soon : Homelander contacted Sarah, trying to form a front against Butcher, promising her, her child will be save. "Family comes first" He said.
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Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only/ yokai (like kitsune or oni) Muse Prefer (not so sneaky ninja)
(A bit of a long start)
"shit"
Makio is a member of the powerful and elite Koga village, a village that can't be find by outsiders, a group of ninjas known for their fierce combat skills and unshakeable loyalty.
The Koga clans have a historic rivalry with the Red Bamboo Village, as the two groups have been fighting over territory and resources for generations. This has led to a deep sense of animosity and hostility between the two groups, and it's no secret that the Koga clans are not happy about [your muse] being the lord of The Red Bamboo Village. they resent the power and influence she has. These tensions have escalated even further in recent years, as the two groups have been increasingly at odds over territory.
Makio is one of the high-ranking members of the Koga clan, and she's been sent on a secret mission to spy on [your muse]. She's been tasked with gathering as much information as possible about [your muse] abilities, weaknesses, and any other information that could be used to the Koga clans' advantage.
Makio's mission has gone wrong, and she's been captured by [your muse] guards. She was careless and made a critical mistake, and now she's facing the consequences of her actions. She's been taken to [your muse] chambers, where she knows she'll be subjected to an intense interrogation in an attempt to get her to reveal all the information she's gathered and most likely the information on where her village is. Makio is a highly-trained warrior and spy, and she's not about to give up easily. She'll do whatever it takes to keep her secrets safe and to protect the Koga clans' interests, even if it means suffering through an intense interrogation.
Makio is thrown to the ground at [your muse] feets, her hands bound behind her back. She knows that she's in serious trouble. The humiliation of being captured and thrown to the ground at [your muse] feets is almost too much for her to bear, but she knows that she can't show weakness or let the fear get the best of her. She has to stay strong and try to hold onto her secrets, no matter what [your muse] do to her. Makio is prepared to endure whatever comes her way, even if it means undergoing an intense interrogation or facing torture. She knows that the Koga clans are counting on her to protect their interests, and she's willing to suffer for them if it means keeping their secrets safe.
"do your worst bitch, I'm not saying anything!"
(look how disrespectful she's being I think you should FUCK the information out of her. You can do whatever you want because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE)
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Beskar Doll - Ch. 22: Business
Hunting bounties requires at least two things: pucks and weapons. A continuation of Beskar Doll found on Tumblr here.
Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader
Warnings: None really! No use of Y/N. Whole fic is violent and smutty so Minors DNI 18+ only
Length: 5.4k
“Kid,” Din’s voice was low, quiet. “I know you missed her, but she needs to rest, you can’t stay in here if you’re going to do that…”
There was a squeak and a small hand on your face for half a moment before it was lifted away. A small grunt, this one in protest.
“Let him stay,” you mumbled, reaching out with your eyes still closed. Din sighed and you smiled a little. “I missed him…”
“I’ve been trying to keep him out of here,” the Mandalorian said. You felt the mattress shift as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “But he’s… resourceful.”
“Well he’s a little sorcerer,” you said. The kid’s hand made it to your face again and you opened your eyes to his little face right in front of yours. He was smiling hugely, ears high, eyes wide. He was so thrilled and excited, you thought you’d only felt him like this when he was trying to pounce on the tiny creatures that burrowed into the ground on the uncharted world. You smiled. “Hey buddy. I’m really happy to see you, too.”
You sat up just enough to give him a kiss on his little forehead before laying back down. Your whole body felt looser, calmer. It was more relaxed than you’d been in years. It was hard to find the motivation to move.
“How far to Nevarro?” You asked, looking at the Mandalorian, who was watching you with the kid, leaning against the wall at his back. His armor glistened even in the low light.
“Few more hours,” he said. “You’ve been asleep most of the trip. It seemed like you needed it.”
“Yeah, can’t say I slept much the night before the meeting,” you said, holding a finger out for the kid to wrap his little hands around. He happily took it, manipulating your knuckles, exploring how your body moved.
“And you’re healing,” he said, nodding to your shoulder.
“Oh right,” you said, looking at the bandage. “I forgot about that.”
He sighed.
“You’re very bad at taking care of yourself,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Has anyone ever told you that.”
“Hey, I’ve made it this far,” you said, the baby getting bored with your finger. You grabbed your braid and handed the end to him. He was enthralled. “I’m going to miss this when he figures out hair.”
Din laughed and you smiled again. Damn, you loved that sound.
“What happened down there?” He asked quietly. “You were supposed to locate Shadrin, not capture him.”
“That’s what I’d planned to do, yes,” you said. “But… well, my identity may be more widely known with the Imperials than I thought.”
“He knew you.”
“Not well,” you sighed. “I’m guessing he saw an image of my face once or twice, or heard from another General or Moff that one of Sosha’s handmaids was the one who kept fucking up their plans. Describe the queen, you describe the handmaids. We have to look a fair bit alike so we can stand in for her. The ceremonial makeup can hide a lot, but… anyway. He identified me a few minutes after we got there. I wasn’t sure I getting out of there alive if I didn’t take him with me and I doubt we’d get another shot at him after this. I did what I had to.”
Din nodded slowly.
“You picked up a decent rifle,” he said, changing the subject.
“Stole it off one of the idiots guarding Kree,” you smirked. “He decided to step into my striking radius with a fucking rifle, that’s how stupid he was. Anyway, he didn’t deserve it so I kept it.”
“We can get it modded for you on Nevarro,” Din said. “It will serve you well.”
“Still in touch with Karga then?” You asked, the kid abandoning the braid and deciding to climb up your rib cage instead. You held your arm out for him to use as a guide so he wouldn’t fall. Din nodded once. “Think he’ll remember me?”
“Unfortunately yes,” he grumbled. You raised your eyebrows at him. “He may have… asked after you once or twice.” You frowned, surprised. “He wasn’t kidding when he said he was interested in your skills. Didn’t believe me when I said I hadn’t seen you since.”
“He’s really not going to believe you now,” you teased, stretching a bit. You’d slept in a lot of really nice beds in your life - one of the perks of traveling with and standing in for a queen - but somehow, this bunk was the best one you’d known.
“I shouldn’t have used a name I’d actually used with him,” you sighed. The kid started trying to get down from your rib cage and you held up your arms to guide him. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing him again, it was the name I used with Layari… it made sense at the time, but it might cause problems now if any Imps managed to track me to Tatooine.”
“Not worried about the Hutts?” He asked. You shrugged.
“I don’t think I’d have held their interest for very long,” you said. “And I think they got their pound of flesh.”
“Your parents.”
You nodded once, swallowing the tightness in your chest.
“What happened?”
“Not sure,” you shrugged. “Heard it through a few channels, haven’t been back to Tatooine to look into it myself. Probably Hutts, maybe Imps who had tracked me that far.” You laughed darkly. “You know, my mother stood up to Vader himself once. At Amidala’s tomb. She survived that but couldn’t survive the mess I left behind.”
The kid made it down to the bed and took your face in his little hands, his eyes meeting yours. He was worried. You smiled a little and stroked his ear.
“It’s OK kiddo,” you said. “Long time ago now.”
He wrapped his little arms around your head, putting your face into his tiny body. You hesitated a moment before giving him a squeeze. He cooed.
“Thank you,” you said, your voice muffled by his robes. He stepped back, his eyes a little brighter. You kissed his nose. He felt satisfied, turning and toddling down the bed toward his dad.
“You don’t have to meet with Karga,” Din said, holding his arm out for the kid to latch on to. “He doesn’t need to know you’re involved at all.”
“I want to,” you said, finally sitting up, the blankets falling around your waist. You glanced at your injured shoulder, rotating it a bit and wincing. “If we’re going to be working together, I want a say in the pucks you grab. And if I give him the impression I might give him what he wants, maybe he’ll give us better pucks.”
“I may not have been really utilizing my relationship with Karga over the last few years,” Din said, tone hesitant. You raised your eyebrows. “For a while, I was taking any puck he offered. Didn’t matter the price. He still came to me with the challenging things - I have the best record in the guild - but he’s been taking advantage of the fact that I’ll take any job.”
“Why,” you frowned. “Have you been that short on credits?”
“No,” he shrugged. “Haven’t exactly struck it rich but…”
He was silent. You waited a moment for him to continue.
“What then?”
“It was…” he paused, cocking his head slightly. The kid fell down on his bottom, his ears jiggling. Din helped him up. “It was easier. Staying as busy as possible. Less time to think.”
You weren’t quite sure what he meant but you didn’t press him.
“I’m in desperate need of a shower,” you said after a while, leaning your head back against the wall and sighing. “Dreading taking my hair down with my shoulder though.”
“I can do it.”
Your head came off the wall so fast it made your head spin.
“You can do what?” You asked, watching him. He shrugged.
“Take your hair down,” he said. “I don’t mind.”
You half expected him to tell you he was kidding but he was just silent, a wall of metal watching you.
“OK,” you said, still skeptical.
“Turn around,” he said, coming to the middle of the bed and setting the kid on his lap. You obeyed. It took a moment but then his fingers were in your hair, undoing the braid up the back of your neck and then gently pulling the strands apart as they worked their way up your skull. He’d taken his gloves off, his bare fingers brushing the skin of your neck and your scalp. He ran his fingers through your hair ever few twists up, untangling it. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch. It was strangely intimate. No one had unbraided your hair since Sosha. No man ever had. Goosebumps prickled up your arms, over your neck, heat settling low in your stomach.
He reached the crown of your head, separating the strands, running his fingers through your hair. After a moment, you were almost sure it was because he was enjoying it. It had to be. Right?
“There,” he said after a while, a strand of your hair still in his fingers.
“Thanks,” you said. He’d kissed you when you got back. Actually kissed you - helmet off, his mouth on yours - kissed you. Kissed you in a way that sent a shockwave through your whole body. Kissed you in a way you’d never been kissed before. That had to mean something. He wouldn’t just do that. It had to be something besides feeling obligated to keep you alive. Didn’t it?
The hand that had been in your hair softly dropped to your uninjured shoulder, running down it to your arm to your hand, his fingers slipping into yours. You looked at his hand, bare in yours. Your thumb ran over his skin. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to do much more than kiss him.
“We’ll be to Nevarro soon,” he said softly.
“Mmm,” you turned your head to glance over your shoulder to him.
“We should be ready.”
He left his hand in yours. You cautiously brought it to your lips and softly, slowly kissed his knuckles. His breathing stuttered.
“We should,” you said, bringing your hands back down and reluctantly separating from him. You could still feel him there behind you for a moment before you got up and went to the fresher to clean up.
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Din was starting to think he should have pushed back on you meeting with Karga. At the time, it had seemed like a reasonable request. And he trusted Karga. Mostly. But it felt risky now and he didn’t like taking risks with you.
You’d dressed differently this time than the last time he’d brought you to Nevarro. You treated clothes like costumes, he’d learned. They became an extension of whatever character you were playing at the time. When you’d been to Nevarro before, it was in the guise of a woman who knew how to navigate and manipulate people. You dressed more like a diplomat then. Now, you were a bounty hunter - or a bounty hunter’s assistant, anyway. You looked more lethal, your clothes were more utilitarian and your face was harder, the rifle from Jakku strapped to your back.
“Let’s drop off the rifle first,” Din said, the kid in the bag at his hip. “Maybe they can finish the work while we meet with Karga and get out of here.”
He turned to look at you but he realized, suddenly, that you weren’t beside him. You’d just been there, he’d stopped looking at you for only a second - it seemed like all he did lately was look at you - and he takes his eyes off you for a second and you vanish.
Din was only frantic for a moment, spotting you quickly. He doubled back for you and realized why you’d stopped. You were staring, almost enthralled, at a street musician on the corner, a soft smile on your face.
“Don’t disappear on me like that,” he tried to keep from growling at you. It took effort. You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze below the visor for a moment before looking back to the musician.
“Sorry,” you said. “Just… I want to hear the rest of the song.”
The kid peered out around his arm, watching the man play. Din frowned. The man wasn’t particularly good but you were fascinated and so was the kid, squirming away his his bag. He pulled him out and set him on the ground. He started swaying in time to the music, his ears tilting to hear it better. When the song ended, you and the kid both clapped and Din sighed, fishing a credit out of his pocket and setting it in the man’s cup. You gave him a pleased smile and turned to go back the way the three of you have been going.
“Didn’t know you were a music fan,” Din said.
“Aren’t you?” You asked, looking up to him. He shrugged.
“Music is different for Mandalorians. It’s our history. Not… that.”
You shook your head and smiled a bit as you scooped up the kid. You looked at him, your smile growing. His little arms flew out in glee as you propped him on your hip.
“What do you like about it?” He asked, genuinely wondering. He was usually stuck trying to puzzle out the way your mind worked. You generally avoided exposing things about yourself. He wasn’t sure if it was a holdover from your work during the war or if you’d never felt comfortable talking about things you felt, but you tended to bundle it into yourself until something burst and it came rushing out of you before you could help it. It seemed like he only got to know you just before your broke. He wanted to change that.
You frowned, thinking for a moment.
“I guess I just think music is kind of the best thing we’ve really done,” you said. The kid was tugging at your shirt and you brought your hair around from your back for him, just knowing what he wanted. You looked up at Din. “Think about how much time we, as people, have spent figuring out ways to kill each other and make money and get power. All that effort to hurt people. And then there’s music, this thing that everyone made. All the different cultures that have connected in this galaxy and all of us developed music at some point, something that exists just because we wanted it to, willed it to, because we feel something from it…” You trailed off, shrugging. “I just hadn’t really heard music in a while… not someone playing music, anyway. I kind of forgot what it was like.”
He just nodded slowly. He could almost see your wheels turning, trying to pull any vulnerabilities back into yourself. You looked at him, one of the masks he’d gotten to know slipping in place.
“Of course, where would we be without innovative ways to kill each other?” You smirked a little. “Speaking of which, you mentioned my rifle…”
The Mandalorian took you to a weapons seller he knew in the city. Not as good as the armorer but, with the covert gone, he’d take what he could get.
“You’re sure you want to put this kind of equipment on a weapon for your…” the man looked you over to you as you browsed a wall of knives, your hands behind your back like you were trying to not pick them up. “Friend? Seems like it might be overkill…”
Din glared at him from below the helmet, intense enough that the man took a step back on instinct. The kid was back in the bag at his hip, looking up at him and frowning.
“What about her makes you think it’s overkill.” Din’s voice was level and calm but the challenge in his tone was apparent. The man swallowed.
“No, Mando, not… like that,” he said quickly. “But for someone who’s young and inexperienced with weapons…”
“Doll.” He said. Your head snapped around, brows raised, frowning slightly.
“Mando,” you said. He realized he didn’t think he’d ever called you Doll around anyone but the kid.
“See a knife you like?”
“I don’t need another one…”
“Not what I asked.”
You looked at him for a second before grabbing one off the wall. It was large, with a serrated edge.
“This one is intriguing,” you said, walking over with it, passing it from hand to hand. “Well balanced.” You tossed it in the air, the blade flipping a few times before the handle landed back in your palm. You tossed it again and grabbed it out of the air to adjust your grip. “Heavy enough to do damage, light enough to use for long periods. Plus with the serration, I could probably take off a whole limb with it if I really needed. Which could be handy.”
“Think it would throw well?” He nodded to a target on the wall behind the counter, clearly intended for decoration but you tossed the knife to adjust your grip and threw it, landing the blade dead center in the target with a thud.
“Well enough,” you shrugged, turning back to the Mandalorian. “But I think I’m set on knives, just need to get the rifle modded.”
He looked back to the seller who was openly staring at you. You frowned, looking up at Mando.
“OK then,” you muttered, going back to the wall of knives with a roll of your eyes. The Mandalorian repeated his question.
“What about her makes you think it’s overkill.”
“I think I have a few things your new partner might like,” he said quickly. Din smiled a bit, watching you for a moment as he followed the man across the shop. He had the strange, sudden urge to have you show your skills to everyone, have the whole galaxy know just how well you could do what you could do. And know that you were his.
The weapons seller was eager to get back in the Mandalorian’s good graces, giving him a set of throwing stars for you free of charge when he took the rifle to build it out for you.
“What was that about?” You asked, giving the baby your hand as he sat in his bag as the three of you made your way to Karga’s.
“Proving a point,” Din shrugged. You don’t press him.
“Is there a name you’d like to go by now?” He asked. “With Karga. Or anyone else. I can’t just call you Doll here.”
“I think Alderaanian would be good,” you said. “Records from there are still very spotty for obvious reasons, it makes covering up a lack of ID and chain code issues a bit easier, though I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to really play that card…”
“How do you come up with the names?” He asked. “You’ve had a few.”
“I try to think of people I’ve met from those worlds and people they’ve mentioned, try to come up with an amalgamation that sounds right,” you shrugged. “Of course, I usually have a little more time to vet things, make sure I’m not stealing someone’s identity but… I knew an Essa on Alderaan as a girl. I liked her. I don’t think she’d mind me using her first name.”
“Essa,” the Mandalorian tested it, trying to tie the sound to you. It was hard. You were just… you. It almost made sense that you had so many different names, ways the universe knew of you. You were too much to contain in one title. You necessitated many.
“Mando!” Karga greeted him with literal open arms, meeting him on the street and pulling him into a hug. He hesitated for a moment before briefly hugging him back. “How’ve you been? Enjoying your time off, I hope.”
“I have someone for Cara on the ship,” he said. “Plus the bounty I called you about a few days back.”
“Always all business,” he smiled before he properly noticed you. His face softened. “Amira!”
“Karga,” you gave him a half smile. “Pleasure to see you again.”
He took you by the shoulders and kissed your cheeks. Mando flexed his hand and ground his teeth. The kid squeaked, looking up at him.
“You know, our mutual friend has been hiding you away,” his hands were still on you, sliding down your arms to take your hands. “Told me he hasn’t seen you in years.”
“We ran into each other again a few weeks ago,” you smiled, but it was a guarded one. You didn’t trust Karga as far as you could throw him. You were good at hiding it, Din doubted Karga could tell. “We hadn’t seen each other in years before that.”
He was still holding your hands. Din was done with it. He stepped into the narrow space between you and Karga, forcing the other man to step back and drop your hands.
“That’s enough.” The kid made a worried squeak from his hip. Karga looked from Din’s helmet to you over his shoulder, his brows raised. You stepped alongside the Mandalorian, glancing up at him before looking back to Karga.
“Gentlemen,” you smiled, keeping your eyes on Karga. “Conducting business on the street is poor form. Why don’t we take this conversation inside?”
“Please,” Karga gestured to the door and you led the way inside, giving the Mandalorian an incredulous look as he passed you.
You settled in Karga’s office, you looking out the windows instead of taking a seat near the desk.
“Things have changed on Nevarro since I was last here,” you had the same distant, placating smile. Din wondered how many times you’d given him that smile before he’d learned it.
“We’ve been making improvements,” he smiled, proud. “But it got easier when Mando helped us clear out some Imperial remnants.”
You gave the Mandalorian a look. Impressed, he thought. He shrugged.
“Before we get down to the business side,” Karga, sat down. “Mando, give me that baby and Amira, tell me what you’ve been up to the past three years. Thinking over my offer, I hope.”
Mando sighed, picking the baby up out of the bag and setting him on Karga’s desk. He squealed and toddled to Karga and the Mandalorian looked your way. He could almost see your opinion of Karga change when you saw how the kid thought of him. Your gaze and smile shifted. More open.
“Here kiddo,” Karga opened a desk drawer, pulling out a sleeve of cookies and putting them on his desk before handing one to the kid. Mando sighed. Karga turned his attention back to you. “So, Amira…”
“Essa,” you corrected him. “I’m afraid Amira died a few years back.”
Karga nodded slowly.
“And how long have you known Essa?”
You glanced to the Mandalorian. He gave you a small nod. You looked back to Karga.
“A few hours,” you shrugged. “Lived a few lifetimes since I was last here.”
The kid finished his cookie and squeaked, holding out his hands. Karga obliged him.
“Sounds like you’ve changed your mind about settling down then,” he smiled. “My offer still stands. Someone with your skills could be very valuable to the guild.”
You shrugged, noncommittal.
“Haven’t decided yet,” you said. “But I’d like to keep my debts to bounty hunters to a minimum. Once I’ve paid back Mando, I’ll consider it.”
The kid finished his second cookie and started squeaking again, hands out. Karga went to give him another one, but the Mandalorian cut him off.
“He doesn’t need any more than that,” he said, picking him up off the desk and putting him on his lap. “It’ll make him sick.”
“Mando,” Karga said. “Let me spoil him, come on…”
The child stretched his arm out, closing his eyes and concentrating. The Mandalorian caught it a second later than you did.
“Mando!” You started reaching for the kid, even though you were too far away to do anything. The cookie flew into the kid’s hand and he smiled, immediately taking a bite. The Mandalorian sighed, shaking his head at the kid. He barely caught the flash of chrome as you pulled your blaster, leveling it at Karga.
“Woah!” His hands immediately went up. Din jumped to his feet, all but dropping the kid on the desk and stepping between you and the other man.
“Doll…” he cautioned, hands up. But it was like you didn’t even see him.
“That wasn’t me, Essa, I swear,” Karga kept his voice level and calm.
“I know it wasn’t,” you said. Your hand was steady as you moved yourself around the Mandalorian to keep Karga in your sights. “But you saw it.”
“I did,” Karga said.
“Doll,” Mando said again, edging closer to you. Your eyes darted to him and back to Karga.
“It’s too risky for him to know,” you said. “What’s to stop him from informing on the kid?”
“He already knew, Doll,” Mando said. You met his eyes behind his helmet and he closed the distance between the two of you. He kept his hands up, too, doing everything he could to make sure you didn’t see him as a threat.
“And you trust him?” You asked, skeptical.
“I owe the child my life,” Karga said, his tone the most honest the Mandalorian had heard him speak. “I’d never let something happen to him.”
You glanced around the Mandalorian to Karga and back to his visor.
“He’s safe, Doll,” Mando said. “Put down the gun.”
There was half a moment where Din wondered if he’d be able to take you down if he needed to. Physically, he was capable of it. But he wasn’t sure if he could do it. Stand in your way, yes, but he didn’t think he could bring himself to tackle you and take your weapon.
You lowered the blaster, putting it back in its holster. He heard Karga let out a breath and Mando stepped aside. He kept an eye on both you and Karga, waiting to see if he’d need to intervene. Your detached smile returned. The kid took a bite of his cookie.
“Apologies,” you said smoothly. “I didn’t know you were aware of the kid’s abilities. With the kind of people who are interested in him, I’d like to keep the number of people who know to a minimum.”
“I understand,” Karga replied, sounding a bit out of sorts. He looked to the Mandalorian. “I thought her skills were limited to people.”
He shrugged.
“She’s got a few areas of expertise.”
“And which life did that one come from?” Karga sat back down. You glanced at Mando before taking the seat across from Karga at his desk.
“My first one,” you replied. “It involved a lot of protection work.”
“I’d appreciate if you just used the people skills on me in the future,” he said.
You smiled.
“I’ll do my best.”
Karga was back to business.
“You mentioned owing Mando?” He was all but ignoring the Mandalorian then. You nodded once. He leaned across the desk toward you. “What if I were to buy him out? Just how much do you owe?”
“A small fortune, I’m afraid,” you leaned forward, too, smiling slightly. “Besides, you sure you want to go into business with the kind of person who will pull a blaster on you?”
“That’s the only kind of person I go into business with,” he replied.
“She’s not for sale,” Mando growled, cutting off this conversation. The child’s ears dipped, looking between Karga and the Mandalorian.
“Now Mando,” Karga looked at him. “I’m sure we could reach a nice agreement, I could even go a little over, make sure you get your money’s worth….”
“She’s not for sale,” he stood up then. He felt your eyes on him.
“Sounds like you’ll have to wait for me to work off my debts,” your eyes were still on him, he could feel you watching him.
“Sit down, Mando,” Karga said, sitting back in his seat. “I’m not trying to poach your cohort. Not yet, anyway.”
He ground his teeth but obeyed, glancing your way. You looked cool and at ease. He couldn’t tell if you really wanted him to sell your debt to Karga or not. Not that he considered you to have a debt to sell. If you really wanted to go, he’d let you. It would be hard, but he would say goodbye.
“I take it you’ll be working together then?” Karga asked. Mando gave a stiff nod before you had a chance to reply. “Well, I have some pucks that will work better for two…”
Din cut off the lowball offers that Karga sprinkled in with the others he put on the table, glancing your way to see if there was anything you were objecting to or concerned with before picking up a puck.
“This one is sticky,” he put the puck on the table, bringing up the image of a young man, human. He had a black eye in his picture. “High bounty but high risk.”
Mando was about to turn it down when you spoke up.
“What kind of risk?” You asked.
“He’s wanted for smuggling,” he said. “He would be a typical bail jumper but he ducked out on a hefty bond - 100,000 credits - and he fell in with a gang on Tatooine. He got in quick, already embedded. Had a few other guild members try to bring him in already but he keeps dodging them. It gets too dicey and they bow out. I’ve been saving the next shot at him for you, Mando. Warm or cold, 25,000.”
“We can’t take work on Tatooine,” Mando said, but you cut him off.
“Yes we can,” you said, about to go back to addressing Karga. Din cut you off.
“No, we can’t,” he replied. “Too dangerous for you there.”
“I want to go back, Mando,” you said.
“No.”
“Yes.” You turned back to Karga. “What’s the gang? Hutt adjacent?”
“Not really,” Karga shrugged. “Weapons traders. They do trade with the Hutts but it’s no different than any other business relationship, no security backing.”
“See?” You turned back to Mando. “It’s fine.”
Din sighed.
“Doll…”
“You said I would get a say in what pucks we picked up,” you replied. “I want this one.”
The Mandalorian looked at you for a moment. Your gaze was firm, mind made up.
“Fine,” he said. “But first sign of…”
“I know,” you cut him off.
“I mean it,” he said. “I’m not risking you for a bounty. I don’t care how high it is.”
You rolled your eyes and looked back toward Karga.
“We’ll take it.”
The kid was getting antsy and he got your attention, you reading him in the way you do. You smiled a little, shaking your head.
“What? Mando asked.
“Take a guess,” you replied. He sighed.
“Want to take him to find something to eat?” He asked. “I’ll finish up here.”
You scooped the kid up, pulling him into your side and putting him on your hip, heading out onto the streets of Nevarro. Din watched you go, looking at the door you went through for a moment too long after you were gone.
“She know the real reason you won’t sell her debts?” Karga asked after a moment, a sly half smile on his face.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Mando replied.
“Does she even owe you?” Karga asked.
“No,” the Mandalorian said. “She won’t believe me when I tell her that, though. She’s done too much for me, she couldn’t owe me.”
“Hard to put a price on something you’re not willing to part with,” Karga said. Din glared at him from below the helmet. “You could try telling her, Mando.”
“No.”
“Can’t hurt,” Karga said.
“Yes, it can,” Din said sharply. “She’s been through enough.”
Karga considered him for a moment.
“You have men for me,” he said. “In carbonite, I assume?” Din nodded once. “You found the general, then?”
“She did.”
Karga nodded slowly.
“Cara will be happy,” he said. Din went to a window, looking out at the street. He found you almost immediately, your back to him, the kid still on your hip. You were talking to him, your loose hair hiding most of your face from view, but the kid was reaching for you. He looked back to Karga.
“Think you can do me a favor?”
A/N: If you're loving Beskar Doll and are OK reading elsewhere, through Chapter 40 is live on AO3. I'm playing catch up posting here and the whole fic will eventually be here, too. But if you'd rather not wait, you have options! Love you and thank you for being here!
#fanfic#mandalorian fanfic#enemies to friends to lovers#slow burn#din djarin#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x f!reader#the mandalorian x female reader
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can i pitch the idea,,, of feeder!scarlet p---l. you can't be alone if your friends in your tower are too fat to leave >:3
ooohhh. ooooohhhhoooooooohhookay anon i think this might've. awakened something in me. hoooookay.
further reply under the cut (content warnings for force feeding & unwilling weight gain, dub/noncon kink participation, VERY questionable morality, also just a general hand-waved view of the timeline and canon. this kinda got out of my hands HAHA)
FUCK this is really good. listen i dislike when DL Pᴇarl is mischaracterized into stalker ex-girlfriend yandere in a serious sense, but if it's for horny reasons... you have my attention.
she definitely would figure out "the way to a [man's] heart is through his stomach." is very true on a server with limited space and resources. starts trying to monopolize on certain ingredients and vandalizing the other couple's crops and farms. catches server members out late at night when they're low on saturation. sure, she might be a creepy (not) red name, but whatever is on the stove up in that tower smells delirious. maybe they're separated from their soulmate, and it'll be a nice surprise to fill them up with a nice meal.
you've got players like ɪmpulse, jɪmmy, bɪgb, maybe ᴇtho and scᴀr, who accidentally get caught up in the social standards of it all when they're invited in. sure, pᴇarl seems scary, but she's being so polite, if not a bit enthusiastic. it's a lot more food than they could ever need (how long has she been stockpiling??) but they can't bring themselves to say no. even if they try, she's just a bit too disappointed for them to actually leave, and before they know it another plate is being loaded up. by the time pᴇarl has exhausted what she's made, they're too full to make it down the tower ladder and it's too late to stay out or get picked up by their soulmate. they end up falling asleep there, and wake up to an even bigger breakfast. it gets harder and harder to think about leaving when they're constantly in and out of a food coma...
and then you have the rest of the cast, who immediately catch on to what she's doing, but she's one step ahead of them, tɪlly's guarding the ladder and she brought plenty of rope, next thing they know they're tied down with an apple stuffed in their mouth, so they can't call for help while she serves a plate. and it's not like their soulmate knows any better! pᴇarl isn't hurting them; all they know is their partner got a little carried away with a meal they found. by the time they realize something weird is up, their kidnapped soulmate can't exactly fit through the way out anyway...and pᴇarl is ready with more rope when their other half shows up.
eventually she'd make it her goal to keep everyone on the server constantly plump and relying on her for all their new gluttonous needs. no one's ever gonna kill each other or try anything dangerous, they can all be best friends happily feasting!! maybe scᴏtt's the last one she finally manages to catch... and she only allows herself to truly enjoy her own meals when he's joined them...
also pᴇarl's whole fairy tale motif goes really well with this. she's giving the witch from hansel and gretel tbh. thanks for the brainrot anon you've done something to me and i def will be drawing something for this.
#belly kink#stuffing kink#weight gain#uhh im pretty sure everything else is nuked so we'll leave it at that#lemme know if there's anything i should warn for that i didnt
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WASTED
daryl dixon x fem reader
WARNINGS: usage of alcohol, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of characters being wasted, dirty talk, confessions, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of walkers, season 2-3 daryl!
AN: Really short & Not proofread
it was like heaven here at the prison for them, there was food and beds, hell after they cleared out the prison this was a safe space for them where walkers couldn't get any of them.
Where they were safe from the dangers lurking outside fences and barbed wire surrounding them to keep the place serene and calm.
on one of daryl and glenn's runs they found a nearby bar filled with easy liquor, hard liquor at that too. They had come back with bottles of vodka and whiskey to celebrate the night.
Hershel had been inside watching Carl and Lori while the others had sat around the campfire sharing a drink, Rick had labeled this their one time to finally relax and settle down.
They felt like this was a night that had called for being celebrated, to celebrate the ones who were still alive.
it's what they deserved after having to fight not just walkers but having to fight off humans against their resources they all had been running from the sorrow and anger of the world.
y/n took a huge swig from the bottle of vodka, she was already so wasted she could barely stand without wobbling over falling back into Daryl's lap.
The others weren't as gone as they were, well except for Glenn who surely as hell needed the liquor to soak into his brain so he could forget about his girlfriends agonizing screams when she lost her sister during the whole fight with the herd,
he took the bottle from y/n chugging the last bit and tossing it behind him. His head laid in Maggies lap while she stroked his hair gently.
"you two are awfully close together" carol giggled shaking her head when rick had offered her a drink, she crossed her legs looking at the campfire emitting an orangish light on all of their faces.
"we've been closer ain't that right suga" daryl asked y/n tugging his hands around her waist to pull her closer, the rest of them sitting at the campfire furrowed their brows
with a chuckle rick spoke "daryl you're wasted man i don't think you know what you're even saying" he watched daryl crack a small smirk before placing his hand on y/ns thigh.
"no he means it" y/n spoke with a bright smile on her face tossing her back so hard they almost fell of the log they were sitting on,
"easy doll don't want ya falling do we" daryl spoke not even paying attention to the others who were highly confused at his words.
y/n turned her head so she could kiss daryl softly, he let out a groan against her mouth before pulling away, everyone's eyes widened at the sight.
"we have a crowd easy there tiger" she spoke pulling Daryl's hand out from underneath her shirt, "ooh ooh remember when we had sex during watch on top of the RV!" daryl spoke with a chuckle
"and i had sex with maggie in a pharmacy store!" glenn spoke feeling maggie cover his mouth but he pulled her hand away, "and me and y/n did it in the woods top that!" daryl spoke pointing at glenn who had jumped up from his girlfriends lap.
"well me and maggie did it in the guard tower!" glenn spoke trying to take a sip from the whiskey bottle but maggie snatched it from him.
"there's no way you can top this though, just promise you won't tell rick okay! me and y/n did it in the back of the green car and at the farmhouse shower, and the camp, and on a cafeteria table!" he was blubbering on about all the places y/n had taken his cock.
they all let out a disgusted groan at his words, glenn knew he was defeated in the best and most riskiest places to fuck so he sat down back in his girlfriend's lap with a huff.
"so fucking good" she faked a moan at him while fiddling with his hair twisting the fray fragments in her fingers.
"i think you've all had enough to drink lets get yall inside" maggie said standing up awkwardly she was glad her father wasn't out here to hear any of what glenn was rambling on about.
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the group had sat around the table's outside sharing some of the food rick had scraped up for them, "what happened last night" y/n spoke scooting away from Daryl so it wasn't as obvious that the two were dating.
Carol looked over at Rick with a smile before the two of them bursted out into a loud fit of laughter at the table, Carl looked at the two confused but took a bite of his scrambled eggs adjusting his hat.
Carol gestured for y/n to come closer, to which she did feeling carol whisper in her of last nights events. Y/n froze her fork dropped along with her jaw while she looked over at her now not so secret boyfriend.
She nudged him before whispering what carol had told her into his ear now, his eyes widened and along with y/n he froze but instead he grew a smirk on his face, "sorry about yer car rick" he spoke taking a bite from his plate with a wolfish smirk.
"yeah sorry about the car" y/n spoke smirking back at daryl.
#daryl#daryl x you#daryl x reader#twd smut#twd show#twd spoilers#the walking dead#daryl dixon smut#daryl x y/n#glenn rhee#explorepage#fluff#one shot
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//disordered eating
wondering about levi and his relationship with food. because he spent 20 some years of his life with it being something of a luxury / scarce resource. then he gets aboveground and even as far as s4 goes, he’s still survived underground longer than he’s been a soldier (20ish years vs 11yrs).
like especially in his early years. he’d be overwhelmed by the amount of food available. and totally disgusted by people who throw food away when they’re full and don’t finish their meal. sure military food is shitty, but it’s a fucking feast compared to the rotted shit levi was used to. he’d eat as much food during a single sitting aboveground that underground it’d take days to gather.
it’d be difficult for him to process that he doesn’t have to starve anymore, maybe hoarding food in his room / quarters or unable to help himself from practically stuffing it in his face because he used to always be on the move, there was always a chance it could be stolen from him. so he eats too fast and makes himself sick.
even bingeing at the mess hall where you can just “pick out” your food because it’s so implanted in him that he doesn’t know when he’ll eat again. he knows it’s illogical and that’s why he’s ashamed of it, and prefers to eat alone. people watching him eat gets him on his guard.
which would as time passes, turn into a self-punishing relationship? times on the battlefield where a dozen soldiers die because Levi wasn’t quick enough, or slipped up the tiniest bit. he’d think, there’s so much food around, who cares if I don’t eat right now? I’m fucking privileged. I deserve worse.
maybe forgetting to eat. he’d be so so used to feeling hungry that it barely occurs to him when he’s on duty and distracted by other things. it’s not purposeful, it just slips his mind, and only when the world wobbles when he stands, only when hard tremors appear in his hands does he remember.
#tw disordered eating#tw eating issues#tw food#idk i think so#levi ackerman hcs#levi headcanons#levi hcs#aot headcanons#captain levi#levi.thoughts
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So because I’ve ended up with so many ATLA AUs/fic ideas (more than I’ll probably ever reasonably be able to write) I’m just gonna go ahead and drop some of them here for anyone who might be interested in using the ideas.
What’s listed below isn’t all of my AU ideas, just some of the ones that I like but don’t know if I’ll ever get to actually writing. I’ll probably end up making more of these fic idea/writing prompts as I end up coming up with more lol
Living Shrine AU: From an early age Zuko is trained in a secretive sect of Fire Nation Spiritualists that serve the Fire Lord. The Spiritualists gain powers/abilities through binding themselves to willing Spirits in exchange for worship and servitude.
Instead of binding himself to a minor spirit like he’s supposed to, Zuko ends up forming a bond with the Blue Spirit. When the Agni Kai happens, the Blue Spirit goes on a rampage, nearly kills Ozai and scares the shit out of everyone in attendance, resulting in Zuko having to go on the run at 13.
Lone Dragon and (Air Bison) Cub AU: An AU that starts with Zuko leaving Iroh behind in Zuko Alone where instead of the Earth Kingdom town, Zuko stumbles upon a small group of strange refugees seeking a new life. After spending some time with them Zuko realizes that they’re actually some of the last living Air Nomads in the world.
One thing leads to another and Zuko helps them find a safe place to stay (trading his ability to Fire Bend to a Spirit in order to make sure), only for one of the Air Nomads - one of the small handful of Air Benders in the group - to ask him to help them hunt the Avatar down so they can become an Air Bending Master themself.
Which means Zuko is, once again, hunting Aang, only this time so he can yeet another Air Bender at him and then die in a ditch (Zuko is both very dramatic and making a little bit more of an emotional/mental wreck than normal in this AU). Everyone is very confused by the whole thing.
Prison Prince AU: In which Zuko, still very injured and not at all recovered from the Agni Kai and not even officially banished yet, storms the docks when the 41st Division is to be deployed, very publicly screams at several generals about how he refuses to let them sacrifice his people for no good reason, maybe causes a riot and ends up in Boiling Rock at age 13.
Instead of being murdered immediately like Ozai expects, Zuko ends up flourishing. The prisoners love him. The guards love him. Everyone is desperate to keep him safe and teach him anything and everything they can to keep him alive, unintentionally turning him into a nightmare of a skill monkey.
By the time Zuko is 16 he’s broken out of (and into, and out of again) every prison in the Fire Nation and half of the ones in the Earth Kingdom to boot, doing whatever he can to help his people wherever he ends up along the way.
Now if someone could explain to him this whole new fashion fad where people keep smearing red paint over their left eyes that’d be great. Maybe he’ll ask that Water Tribe kid what the deal is after they get done breaking all these people out of Boiling Rock (again, he’s really ruining this place’s reputation.)
Azula says “Fuck the Fire Lord” AU: After taking Ba Sing Se, instead of getting Zuko to help her attack Aang (and the Gaang at large) Azula instead convinces Zuko to stay with her and help her rule over Ba Sing Se/use the resources the city offers in order to fight against Ozai.
Things get confusing for the war after that, and even more so when Zuko decides he doesn’t want to just hide behind Ba Sing Se’s walls and sneaks out to hunt down Aang (again) and teach him Fire Bending. He may have forgotten to tell Azula of his plan. Azula may, due to some faulty information, believe that her brother has been kidnapped by the Avatar to force her hand into helping fight the Fire Nation. Things get a bit chaotic.
#atla#Avatar The Last Airbender#atla fanfic#writing prompts#fanfic writing prompts#Zuko#azula#blue spirit#blue spirit zuko#aang#sokka#honestly all of these are also zukka but i haven't added that to any of the blurbs so i'll just put it here#zukka#atla au#air nomads
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I love hearing people's headcanons about their blorbos, what are some you have about Rinz? :D
Wait wait, for real? You actually WANNA hear me go wild over my blorbo?? For serious?????????????????
But yeah, ok, sure, some Rinz hc! YEAH, let's do this!! I'll start with some serious ones & then go fluffy, cuz why not? :P I'll only drop a few items here so I don't bore you tho lol. & I'll keep my oc Flint out of it as best I can, it's just time to prattle on about Rinz for now!
Now... FOR SERIOUS:
As a part of his fun adventure in being rectified, Tron was never afraid to talk back or verbally lash out at Clu & his old, fallen comrades. After some very choice comments were made tho, Clu felt Tron went TOO far & so he took delight in personally mangling Rinzler's vocal synth capabilities. It's not that he can't talk... it just really REALLY fucking hurts to speak, which is why it sounds all staticky & distorted too...
Rinz also hates his face. Seeing his own appearance makes him physically ill. It has to be something with remembering bits & pieces of who he was before he awoke as Rinzler... but he has no idea why. Otherwise, his helmet is almost always engaged, keeping himself & others from seeing the disturbing creature he's hiding inside.
Rinzler is naturally competitive thanks to his start as Tron & he truly enjoys participating in the games. But whatever savage monstrous thing that kept Tron surviving in the MCP's reign took over in full as Rinzler. He doesn't necessarily enjoy ending the games through derezzing... but some vicious, horrible part of him craves the bloodbath. He doesn't care about the audience cheers or Clu's praise. Destroying others, watching those who oppose him crumble into voxels at his hands... it's purely addicting to him. The more Rinz feeds the beast, the more Clu throws him into battles, the more Rinzler needs to derezz & kill or risk turning into some sort of nightmare that won't stop until the entire Grid is reduced to rubble.
Now then, FOR FUN:
Part of Clu's rectifying of Tron also wound up giving Rinzler fangs & brutal glowing claws. It wasn't intentional, but makes the masked program that much more threatening, so Clu left it be lol.
LIKEWISE, Clu also found it as a special chance to try & take away some other minorly threatening aspects of Tron. From reducing Rinz's height to attempting - key word here is that he "tried" - to minimize Tron's absurd strength [if anything, this one totally backfired on Clu lol], which turned Rinzler into a fiesty small chihuahua of a program then xD
Despite hating his own appearance, he is a pathetic lovesick fool & if another he cares about manages to get him to lower his guard, he'll shamefully reveal his own face, just as long as you'll exchange his misery for kisses & all lol. He is a sucker for being fawned over lmaooo
Since the Grid isn't really big on food besides basic energy items, flavors are not something Rinz ever cared about. After getting to try some user foods, he found himself utterly obsessed with sour skittles & really spicy hot ramen noodles. He needs his user food on EXTREMES & flavorless blandness is all he ever knew until being introduced to the wide world of reality in the year 2000 lol.
Rinz doesn't really feel like he belongs in the Grid, but the user world is overwhelming, loud, bright & too much. Being stuck in his state as a not-Tron Tron, he feels like he's sort of in limbo, poor guy...
Rinzler also carries doubles of near everything on his person at all times. He's so used to having Clu's resources at hand that he never hesitates to use everything & every weapon in his arsenal, even if it means destroying his lightcycle just to get ahead. When he abandons Clu's regime, he realizes VERY quickly the batons don't just grow on trees & he has to be more mindful of that lol.
Oh & as he is a program of very few words, he's also one of very few items of ownership too. But as Rinz breaks out of Clu's control, he starts collecting all sorts of things, slowly making his small personal living quarters filled with tchotkes & momentos of his adventures too♡
& finally, since coming from the Grid, when Rinz is introduced to normal clothing irl, he finds he either has to have near skintight layers underneath whatever he's wearing to replicate the feeling of his exosuit, or wear things so baggy & loose that it's almost falling off of him lmaooo
#asks#look at that RINZ#ok some rinzler hcs for yall why notttttt#lol sorry if this is all random or rambly....#lemme know if youd by any far chance want to hear more#im certain i always have more rinz ideas sitting around my head xD#justhhhhhhh#RINZLER#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA♡♡♡
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