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Here Be Sirens

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Imagine the Duke bandaging up your wounds

“Ah-ah-ouch!” you yelped when the man poured a generous amount of alcohol on your open wound, washing away the gore and blood and disinfecting it. 

A wild lycanthrope attacked you while you were minding your own business, harvesting the last cabbages of the season. It was outrageous. The beasts were supposed to stay out of the village, hunting outside of the visible grounds. They became more daring and hungrier with each passing day. Despite an agreement between mother Miranda and the citizens of the village, Heisenberg obviously did not care about his monsters' whereabouts and gave zero fucks about the harm they caused.

And that’s how you ended up in the carriage of the local merchant—the Duke. The man, the legend, the mystery. He did not only let you into the safety of his little cart, but also kindly offered to bandage your injury. All for free. You would be lying if you said his gentle touch and kind words were not welcomed, even before this whole nasty situation with werewolves.

When Duke tightened the fabric around the wound, a sharp pain struck your arm and you hissed at the feeling. You wanted to be stoic; you wanted him to think that you were tougher than you looked, but being an ordinary human, you couldn’t help but show your discomfort. The merchant winced as if he himself was in pain and patted your hand gently. He did not want to cause you more pain, but it was necessary.

“Oh, you poor little thing.” He cooed soothingly and stroked your cheek with his free hand. You hoped he did not notice how your breath hitched at the contact. “Those things hurt you pretty bad. I must have a word with Lord Heisenberg about his pets.”

The slight hint of anger in his voice warmed your insides and made the pain slowly melt away. It was touching that he cared enough for you, a simple customer, as he called all of the villagers, to feel something and even confront one of the lords on your behalf. It was tempting to think he gave you special treatment, but you guessed he would be kind enough to treat any of the villagers like that. Of course, you would never dare be so bold to actually ask about it, giving preference to simply basking in the feeling.

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You're back I'm so please d omg . you're one of my favourite writers !!

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Being married to Joseph Chandler headcanons.

First of all, he's a precious bean and must be protected at all costs.

He has no calm bone in his body whatsoever, so he’s constantly stressed. Before you, he used to deal with it by drinking or brain-storming (again, not much rest here, but something to occupy his mind), but after he met you;

Now all he has to do to feel relaxed is come home, take a long shower, and curl up at your side. Your scent, the feel of your body, the sound of your voice — it’s his safe space.

He has OCD (if you have OCD as well, it’s a bonus for both of you). Some of the ticks and obsessions lessened after you came into his life, but love is not a magical cure, so you will have to accommodate some of his ticks.

Over the years, both of you might adopt some of each other’s habits. As lots of married couples do.

His home is nearly sterile, so if you (like me lol) tend to leave dirty dishes or clothes or just your things everywhere, you might have a fight over it. It won’t happen often, but sometimes when he’s overstressed and even your snuggle session is not a choice, he can snap at you.

He feels like shit the moment words leave his mouth, and he’s quick to apologise for snapping at you. As I mentioned, he’s under a lot of stress at work, so he just wants to come home and relax even for a few hours.

Talking about relaxing, I imagine you will have a lot of quiet evenings where the two of you are nose deep in your books. Nice, quiet hours.

He’s also not opposed to having a full intellectual conversation about any topic you might be interested in.

He can cook and is actually very good at it.

He has nightmares about the cases he lost; murderers he couldn’t catch; victives he was not able to save. On nights like this, he will need all the comfort you can give him.

It might come as a surprise, but he can actually be a bit of a bragger. Especially at galas and other official events. He will show you off to his colleagues and superiors, bragging about what a wonderful partner you are. He’s so proud to have you in his life, so proud of your love and connection you two have, so let him have it :)

He's a very caring and attentive man. He will ask about your day, health, and interests. He remembers every anniversary and milestone of yours. He remembers what colour is your favourite, what allergy you have, and if you ever had any pets.

He doesn’t expect you to do the same, but will appreciate it tremendously. But he won’t hold it against you if you don’t remember something about him. 

Sometimes he can be overprotective, seeing all the horrors this world has to offer, knowing exactly what kinds of evil are lurking in the dark. So he will remind you to text him at least a couple of times a day to let him know you’re alright.

He has so much love to give, but sometimes he doesn't know how to express it, even after you get married. So he will do every love language there is: gifts, quality time, touch, but his favourites are acts of service and words of affirmation.

He will tell you ‘I love you’ every day. He knows that life is short and every moment is precious, so he doesn’t want to waste any time on not letting you know how important you are to him.

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Imagine struggling with chronic pain and Captain tries to comfort you

It was not an easy job to take care of a mansion this big, especially with the way your health has been worsening lately, but you loved your job nonetheless. Despite struggling with chronic pain, you worked hard to keep the rooms clean, the water running, and the owners happy. And when Alison, one of the owners, discovered you could see other residents of the house, you agreed to add another item to your to-do list: entertain the ghosts.

Most of the time, you succeed in this job, taking pride in how well you managed to handle most of the ghosts and even developing friendships with most of them. But every now and then you have a bad day, and unfortunately, today was one of those days.

This morning you struggled to get out of bed. Your whole body refused to listen to your brain's commands, acting as if it was made of wood and not flesh. Usually painkillers help you get up and about, but today the pain felt especially unbearable. And now you can’t even reach for them to get some relief. As he did every morning for the past half a year, the Captain, who took the role of your co-caretaker to heart, marched into your room to wake you up and check on the plans for the day.

“Good morning!” He exclaimed, and without a pause, he strolled to the window. “Now it’s come to my attention that the bricks in the wall of the room in the west-wing are starting to crumb…”

He turned to get a better look at you and gave you the once over, stopping mid-sentence. Seeing you still lying in bed,motionless, the man let out an exasperated sigh and marched to your bed.

“Being lazy today, are we? Now I have never said it before, but I think your duty as a caretaker of this house are requair-”

“I can’t get up.” you say quietly, interrupting him before he could give you a full speech about your irresponsibility. You couldn’t deal with that, not now. The Captain sighs heavily but notices how your voice sounds strained.

“What in heavens do you mean by that?”

“Do you remember our conversation about back pain? I said that I have chronic pain and that sometimes it hurts so much that I can’t move?” He nods and you continue, barely holding back your tears.

“Today is one of those days.”

He gives you a quiet “oh” in response, and you feel the tears finally spilling out from the corners of your eyes, wetting your cheeks and the pillow under your head. The poor man doesn’t know what to do, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other and nervously twirling his stick in his hands. Usually he’s not the best at handling feelings, prefering to ‘bottle them up like a man’. And seeing you, dare he say his friend, always so stoic and unwavering to anything, battling your own body and bearing so much pain… He feels his dead heart sink to his stomach.

Slowly, he takes a seat at the end of your bed, looking absently at the distance. Millions of thoughts are swirling in his head, but he has to accept the truth, in this situation he is helpless. Finally, he musters up the courage to ask:

“Can I help you anyhow?”

“No, there’s nothing you can do. I just need to wait it out.”

“Can I… Can I wait with you?” he feels a little foolish to ask, embarrassed to even assume you would want him to see you in this rare moment of weakness. He knows he wouldn’t. But no matter what he would do in this kind of scenario, he wants to be with you, even if there’s not much he can do to help you. To his relief, you don’t shoo him away, accepting his supporting presence.

“Yes, that would be nice.”

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You're back wOoO 🥰

HIIII LOVE! Yeah kinda lmao. Thank you for your support you have no idea how much it means to me ♥♥♥ How are you?

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Imagine surprising the Duke with a homemade sweater

Winter was approaching slowly, lulling local flora and fauna into a peaceful slumber and burying the village grounds under a white sparkling blanket. It was a calm night, one of the very few when the beasts' howls could barely be heard. The perfect night to finally present the Duke with the gift you have been making for months now without the risk of being eaten alive by the monsters.

You moved your feet quickly, praying silently for your beloved merchant to be at his usual spot. You let out a breath of relief when you saw his carriage. You slowly approached his horse, Dame, and pulled out a carrot and an apple. The horse neighed in appreciation and lowered her head for you to pet. You smiled to yourself. Not only did you develop a friendship with her owner, but Dame came to like you as well.

You knocked three times and waited for the doors to open. The Duke’s face betrayed his surprise upon seeing you so late after the closing time. But after a moment, his face lit up with a genuine smile.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer! You’re out pretty late today. Last minute purchase?”

You giggled, waving your hand dismissively at his words. You blamed the cold for the warmth flooding up your face, biting into your skin, but deep down you knew the real reason, even if you were not ready to admit it even to yourself.

“You’re saying this to everyone. I’m not here to buy anything. I wanted to give you something. I know it’s not Christmas yet, and we don't really celebrate it, but… It’s winter and seeing you without as much as a coat on you… I wanted to give you something to warm you.”

You fished two packages out of a large bag and handed them to him. The merchant’s eyebrows flew to his hairline, showing his deep bewilderment. A pregnant silence fell between you while he carefully peeled off the wrappings. There was a pair of fuzzy socks and an enormously large sweater with owl patterns hidden inside. All knitted by your own skillful hands. You anxiously waited for his reaction, hoping that you had guessed his size right and that the clothes would fit him. It was the goal, after all.

“Oh, my dear…” he breathed out, touching the wool with just his fingertips, as if he was afraid to ruin the material. He looked up, locking his eyes with yours. You were not sure if it was a play of light and shadows or if his cheeks really darkened a shade or two.

“For the first time in many years, I am truly at a loss for words. Marvelous work, and the gesture alone… I could not thank you enough.”

“I hope you like it…”

“Like it?” He shook his head at you, not quite believing you were doubting his honesty. “I love it, mon trésor.”

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Hey, it's been a long time. Are you alright? 🥺

Hello, love! Having a writing block and it sucks, but I'm alive so it's ok.

I'm so touched you messaged me, thank you very much! It's very kind of you 💙 How are you? Hope you're having a great day 🫂

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Whenever I’m feeling down I read your Duke content. It’s so soft and I love it sm. Just thought I’d let you know

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Hii 🌸! Thank you so much for taking your time to let me know! I am very glad my works can lift your spirit even a little bit 💙

Hope you're having a great day 😊

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We don't want you here. You should sit on your throne and in our hearts, while flooding us all with your writing.

omg F!!! love you my darling, thank you very much!

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'WE' all love your blog, your writing is the best and that anon should shut the fuck up. Love you xxx

No, I'm not tearing up from all of your support... totally not. Ahh! Thank you very much, you're the most kind!

#sweet anon ♥

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Yo wtf is wrong with that anon?? Such a dusting and rude person, shame on you. Don't listen to that idiot, your writing is very good. <3

😭 aawww thank you so very much! You're very sweet! ♥

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i will ignore any mean people, anon or not, and straigt up delete your messages. you can shove up your opinions where the sun don't shine

your writing is so lazy or is it just stupid, can't decide really. i suggest you to delete blog and stop trying, we don't want you here

Oh wow. First, who are 'we' you're talking about? Are these 'we' here, in this room? And second, ???? Yeah, I may be not the best, I admit it, it's obvious there are plenty of greater writers here in all fandoms. But I love to write and I'm trying my hardest to do it good. That's one of the reasons it takes me so long (the others are my level of english and my mental health and, y'know, personal life), so fuck you and have a shitty day.

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your writing is so lazy or is it just stupid, can't decide really. i suggest you to delete blog and stop trying, we don't want you here

Oh wow. First, who are 'we' you're talking about? Are these 'we' here, in this room? And second, ???? Yeah, I may be not the best, I admit it, it's obvious there are plenty of greater writers here in all fandoms. But I love to write and I'm trying my hardest to do it good. That's one of the reasons it takes me so long (the others are my level of english and my mental health and, y'know, personal life), so fuck you and have a shitty day.

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Come a little bit closer.

pt.1

summary: When your dear friend Otto Octavius invited you for a regular cup of coffee and a chat, you never imagined it would end up being something more. warnings: none in this part, but the next one is 🍋 requested by: @politicstanner So uhh... It's not exactly followed your request, so if you want me to write another work that will be more fluffy, message me! Hope you like it anyway and sorry in advance. wc: 1.2k A/N: Can be read as post-NWH Otto or just alternative reality to Spider-Man 2 Woo-hoo! It’s already 326 followers here! I can’t believe it guys, love you all! ♥ Thank you for reading my works!

Today, Otto invited you to his flat to catch up after another week of hard work on another genius project of his. You have been friends for many years now, and it has become a common occurrence for you to meet from time to time to check in on each other. You would often just sit and talk, telling stories about your life, sharing your thoughts and plans for the future. You seemed to never bore one another, being able to find subjects to talk about for hours, almost literally about anything and everything.

Sometimes, if you were exceptionally lucky and Octavius was in this compliant mood, you were able to coax him into doing a movie marathon. But it is a very rare occasion. After all, he was still a freshly redeemed supervillain, and as a capable and promising scientist, one of the terms of his freedom ordeal was the job of creating technical marvels for society’s benefit and development. It was a demanding job, but the older man seemed to enjoy it, even under pretty strict government control. He wanted it. He wanted to be a better person; he wanted to create a better future; he wanted, no, needed to be useful to benefit the world he nearly destroyed because of his pride that overshadowed his brilliant mind.

He swore to never return to this mindset again; to do anything in his power, and even beyond that, to prevent this kind of catastrophe. At least until the day he died. And he kept his word. He was a good man, and that was one of the traits that made you fall in love with him.

And currently, sitting in his warm kitchen, nursing the cup of already cold coffee in your equally cold hands, you tried very hard to stay focused and listen to what he was saying, but were failing miserably. Otto was explaining to you his current experiment with microtechnology (or something along the line, you were not sure about the exact name of it, and at this point you were too scared to ask) and how useful it could be. He said it was the future. A revolution.

His human arms were moving animatedly, expressing the emotions he felt and couldn’t verbalise fully with his voice and words. His fingers danced in the air, drawing bizarre patterns with the grace of a ballet dancer. His metallic arms acted in the same manner, moving rapidly around the small room, almost knocking over a kettle that was a bit too close to the edge of the stove and a cup of Otto’s beverage.

His round face was radiating with excitement, cheeks dusted with a faint pink, making his feature glow. A huge, proud, and enthusiastic smile did not leave his lips for a second, stretching them wildly. It’s been a long time since you last saw him like this. Happy and joyful. So free and open. You knew that at this moment, his exceptional mind was racing with all of these new ideas he had yet to try out, and his heart was full of hope about the better future that he could provide. You know him too well by now.

He truly was a vision, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from this beautiful, intelligent, and very passionate man in front of you. Being so enamoured with him, you failed to hear him calling for you. Only when his smile faltered, turning into a slightly confusional frown, did you stir, like waking up from your dreamy state.

You cleared your throat and blinked a couple of times, trying to cover up your embarrassment and dig out from your clouded brain at least some of the words he said for the last hour. The blood rushed to your cheeks, making your face grow extremely hot.

"What? Sorry, I… Uhh"

A smile left Otto’s face entirely, and a shameful scowl took its place.

"No, no, Y/n, my dear, no need to apologise. I am the one who should be apologising. I must be boring you with all of this nonsense, talking for hours… But you have to forgive this little sin to an old man, I haven’t had an audience in quite a long time. It must be my long-forgotten professor's side letting me know that it's still somewhere deep inside of m-"

"No!" You interrupted him, and your voice sounded way louder than you intended, bouncing off the walls right into your ears.

You cringed internally and continued to speak, trying desperately to come up with an excuse for your absent attention, "No, Otto, you’re not boring me at all! I love listening to you! I really do. You know it. It’s just… you know how little I understand about maths and physics. And all these numbers and reactions, it’s nothing but magic for me, you know."

You gave him a sheepish smile and cleared your throat again. The older man relaxed noticeably after your little confession and chuckled understandingly.

"Ah, I see. Well, maybe I could simplify it a little bit?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and the tension in your body melted away in relief.

"Yeah, it would be awesome. Think of me as one of your dumbest students. Professor Octavius."

You did not know what kind of strange force possessed you at this very moment, but you did not question your choice of words and the audacity to give him a playful wink, until you saw his eyebrows go up and his cheeks turn two shades darker. He averted his eyes for a moment and coughed into his hand. You were ready to run away for good with the crushing embarrassment of your foolish behaviour, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow you, but were stopped by a small grin crooking the side of his mouth.

He shook his head slightly, as if not believing in what you just did or maybe shaking away some of his own thoughts, and chuckled lightly.

"Very well, then, my dear student."

The sudden change in his tone, now just an octave deeper and with a touch of rasp that could have been missed if you hadn’t listened to his voice so intently, sent a delightful shiver down your spine. When his soft brown eyes bore into yours all of a sudden, you make the greatest effort to control your body from shaking visibly.

After this short moment of… something, you were not entirely sure what to call everything that happened in these few seconds or if any of this was not your overly-vivid imagination. Everything went back to normal again. Or almost everything. The man before you was still the same old Otto you knew, still an excited scientist happy to share his knowledge with anyone who would listen. He was still a man proud of his intelligence and work, but you could sense that something in the air between you shifted just slightly.

His eyes darkened just enough to turn the soft brown into burnt umber. His lips curled just enough to make his smile look just a little more sinister. His body drew closer, shortening the distance between you just enough for you to catch on to his cologne.

Maybe it was just your wishful thinking, that hidden desire you had for the older man who captured you with his kind words and bright mind, like a spider would capture a fly in his web. You never let your feelings out, tucking them in so deep that you sometimes forget that what you felt was a little bit more than just simple admiration. And now, when his eyes were travelling up and down your body, almost as if he was studying you, taking in any subtle change in your body language, you finally remembered.

These heavy gates of social norms and fears of your anxious mind, which were holding in your darkest fantasies and deepest desires, finally opened.

And you were afraid of what was behind those barricades.

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The Duke seducing you headcanons.

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When he started to notice you, for the beauty of both your body and mind, he wouldn’t do anything at first. The Duke would wait and pay close attention to your words and reactions to him.

But when he’s sure that you are at least a little interested in him, even if it's just a curiosity. Then the game begins.

He starts with simple, yet just slightly flirtatious, compliments.

"Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer. Our little chats never fail to brighten up the gloomiest of days."

"Trying a new colour? Yes, it suits you wonderfully."

"You look radiant today, my dear."

His words are sweet like honey, and his voice is softer than a pillow, and it makes your face and body hot. And the Duke perfectly knows what an effect he has on you already.

Then he starts to give you some extra things on top of your usual purchase.

A little postcard from another country, a small trinket, a pair of warm socks. When you try to pay for it, he only waves his hand dismissively and says it’s just "a part of his first-class customer service".

He takes his time speaking with you. He even tries to prolong your meetings by telling you stories about anything and everything.

He told you about the origin of the village you live in, about the lords that rule your people, and about the world around you that you’re now forbidden to explore. and even shared some information about himself.

Being so cut out from the world, you listened to him with the same greed of a lost wanderer that found an ounce of water in the desert.

Within a matter of a couple of months, he had you wrapped around his finger.

But it was not enough for what he had in mind for you. He needed to charm you completely.

His fingers would brush against yours when he passed you your purchase while he gave you a cheeky wink.

His palm would stay on yours for just a second longer than usual.

He would slowly shorten the distance between you with each passing day.

Your meetings started to feel more intimate, more personal. And before you knew it, you had developed feelings for the Duke.

He was pleased when he noticed that you started to initiate conversations.

You were the one speaking now, telling him all about your life and thoughts and dreams.

You were talking with him late into the night without being afraid of wasting his time anymore.

You touched him first and didn’t fret about his touches.

You responded to his now more suggestive comments with your own.

And when one day you asked him to lower his face to your level to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek, he knew that he finally had you all to himself.

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