Lucifer S4 ep8
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We don't talk enough about how well ALL of the Vees know and care about each other so much, like--
We first see them when Velvette is calling Vox about Val being upset in ep 2, but there's no way he would have asked for the help himself. Like he's not gonna be like "hey get Vox for me I need him" because that seems too vulnerable, BUT he was expecting Vox to come.
He literally says "Fuckin' finally!"
Which would either mean that Velvette told him Vox is on his way, OR Val knew Velvette would tell Vox to come. (It is possible he expected it because of the cameras, but Vox didn't seem to know Val was throwing a tantrum until Velvette called him, and Vox's plan for the day seemed to involve multiple meetings, so I don't think he watches the cameras often enough for that.)
Also Velvette knew how to calm Valentino down. She was busy with a fashion show and needed to focus on that, and she was mad that Val was wrecking her shit, but even after he was out of her hair and not a problem to her, she repeated to Vox that he needs to go take care of Val.
"Take care of the piss baby!"
I 100% believe she could have done it herself (she probably did partly?? considering he stopped the tantrum and was in his room before Vox got there-- unless her telling Val that Vox was on his way was what did it, but that would still be something she knew to do), but she had a show to run. Still, she wasn't going to leave Val alone to be moping around.
Also the fact Valentino seems to have some level of control over his smoke implies he wanted to be dramatic as fuck or wanted to hide himself and sat in a cloud of smoke on purpose.
Vox obviously knows how to talk Val out of shit, and canon makes it more clear that he understands Val well.
But overall there's obvious intimacy between all three of the Vees in that they care for each other and know exactly what's needed and/or what will happen in situations like that.
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I want art of my characters but I don't wanna order commissions and I don't have time to accept trades yet. rauuuuuhhhghhh
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GOOD QUESTION! iâll explain it more in the fic but essentially when he left, he had conversations with everyone EXCEPT for reader, so he told satoru & shoko he was leaving but he just left reader w/o saying a word⊠satoru & shoko were pissed on readerâs behalf and satoru confronted him about it later and suguru was like: yeah i didnât talk to them⊠what about it? and from then on, suguruâs relationship w satoshoko kinda fizzled out naturally in a way? the only times suguru saw satoru were when they were called into professional hearings by the elders and even then they kinda didnât really speak to each other! and suguru + shoko may have caught up randomly at times but theyâd just smoke & drink quietly. and as for reader⊠they truly havenât seen suguru in a decade itâs almost a wild feat that they both hadnât crossed paths with each other in that time! but i think suguru designed it to be that way in his own lil wayâŠ
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- gojo satoru x reader
the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them
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taking care of your son with dad!gojo, fluff/comfort
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a part of gojo's love entries
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"No!"
"Why? This helpsâ"
"That's ugly! I don't want to look uglyâlike you!"
Satoru blinked in utter disbelief, and you broke into the most satisfying fits of laughter. In front of him, standing tall and sullen and very much like him was his own son, now barely five years old.
Your boy mentioned that he had been experiencing discomfort in his eyes lately, which also caused him to become dizzy. And Satoru attempted to persuade him to use a blindfold like he did because it was effective.
However, as we can see, his son didn't take his suggestion well at all. His bright blue eyes, ones your husband passed down, bore an intense glare aimed squarely at him.
"I..." Satoru sputtered, his eyes twitching. The sight was comical as no one had ever managed to elicit such a reaction from him. And no one ever considered him an unattractive person too! "I'm notâ"
"You are!"
Once again, you let out a triumphant cackle, and this time your husband shot you a glare. But you didn't care. All those years of tolerating his antics had paid off. His son had finally put him in his place!
When he was a baby, you thought your son was Gojo Satoru incarnate. He was the spitting image of himâwith all gaits and expressions too. And you had worried if he would turn out to be just as much of a menace as he was.
But apparently, life has other sweet plans because like you, he was a relatively calm boy, diligent, and didn't like to make a fuss. Satoru argued that it was definitely in his genesâclaiming he had also been a sweetheart when he was a child, but you couldn't quite imagine him being remotely as reserved as your son.
That aside, the cause of this hilarious exchange did actually make you worry a bit.
"Look, I know it probably looks odd," Satoru gestured at the blindfold in his hand, but your little boy still didn't seem convinced by the pout he displayed. "But it will help you, I promise. If only you wouldâ"
Oh, but it was almost like karma because besides his appearance, the other trait your son inherited from your husband was his strong sense of winning.
His face reddened from sheer indignation, and he once again screamed, "I don't want to! I'll just cover my eyes withâ" he took a nearby napkin and pulled them over his eyes, "âthis!"
Satoru sighed in annoyance, and you decided to jump in. Crouching down next to him, you gently pried the napkin from his hand.
"Papa just wants to help you, okay?" you reasoned, cupping his plump cheeks. Gods, he used to be this round thing in your and Satoru's arms and now he was already this big. "He uses it everyday and he has no problems, see?"
"But it doesn't look good..." Your son drooped his head in disappointment, and you could feel Satoru rolling his eyes beside you, evidently miffed at the thought of him being less than good-looking.
Parenting is challenging, especially when your husband still holds onto some of his childlike tendencies. So you decided to end the discussion here.
It was later at noon, while you were in the kitchen preparing lunch when you heard your son's scream and something crashing. Your heart was in your throat as you rushed to the backyard, only to see something that made your heart lurch even more.
Your sweet boy was wailing on the ground, clutching his head, and Satoruâ
His expression was as horrified as yours if not more, as he ran and caught your son in his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest as if shielding him from the sun altogether. "Shit. Hey, heyâbuddy, you okay?â
Satoru lifted him up and carried him inside. You were right beside him as he settled on the sofa, gently hushing your son, who was still shaking and had his eyes covered against his chest.
"M-My head..." your son whimpered, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. "...h-hurts..."
"It's okay, it's okay..." he murmured, caressing the child's hair in a soothing manner, and it reminded you so much of what he would do to you in the early mornings. "I've got you now, nothingâs going to happen to you. Hang on a little longer, yeah?"
You felt warm tears threatening to well up in your eyes at the sight. It was heart-wrenching to see your son in such torment, and the way your husband was consoling him deeply touched you. It served as a poignant reminder of just how many years had passed from when Gojo Satoru was still that brat who used to mess with you during high school.
Soon, your little boy's breathing became even, and he went to sleep in Satoru's comforting embrace.
You looked at him while biting your lip, undiluted worry in your voice. "What should we do? He's been experiencing pain often lately..."
Satoru really wanted to wipe that expression from your face, but with his precious child clinging onto him for dear life, even he didn't have the heart to.
"Don't worry, I'll be with him," he assured, a plan already forming in his mind. "If he hates blindfolds that much, then I'll get him some pairs of glasses just like the ones I haveâfor kids. We'll start with that."
Bearing the weight of his clan's revered eyes was a heavy burden, and honestly, he would prefer it if none of his children had to inherit them. After all, he went through it all too as a childâthe manifestation of the six eyes' powers marks the beginning of life as a sorcerer. The perilous world he was still trying to keep away from his son.
Nonetheless, he would be there for him every step of the way. It was what he vowed to himself on the day he was born. He wouldnât let anything befall himâor you.
You had calmed down after hearing his plan, and as you gazed at your precious boyâs innocent face in his protective grip and the gentle pats he gave him, you suddenly found yourself in a mischievous mood once again.
"Heh, quite the doting papa, aren't you, Satoru?" you winked, a teasing smile on your face. You could have sworn his cheeks slightly flushed as he retorted:
"Hmph. He is my personal little body warmer, after all."
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Public sex with oscar, other people getting off on it without them knowing or like them getting caught or maybe even oscar cuming in yn secretly in front of everyone, just anything voyeur with oscar please đ
People would never ever guess the things that you and Oscar got up to behind closed doors, and even sometimes open ones. Oscar always got off on the idea of people seeing what he does to you, showing them how well he knows your body. They never question it when his driverâs room door is conveniently left unlocked whilst you celebrate his race, or when he licks his fingers after his hand comes up from below the table at dinner.
Sure they notice how affectionate he is, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you from behind. But theyâve never heard the filthy words he whispers to you about how easy it would be to lift up your little skirt and stuff you full. Or so you thought.
Lando is the first to notice, given the amount of time he spends around you both. He notices the way Oscar often has a hand on you, leaning in too often to whisper something discreetly in your ear. It was at dinner that the truth first came together. Oscarâs hand had been under the table for a while, him eating his dessert with just one hand. You however, hadnât eaten an ounce of yours. When Lando looked over to you he noticed how flushed you were, how your eyelids fluttered and how your lips seemed more tempting you than the dessert.
His eyes trailed over you, following them down to where Oscarâs hand seemingly rested on your legs. From his vantage point he could see the way Oscarâs arm was flexing rhythmically, his hand moving ever so slightly. His eyes widened as he realised what his shy teammate was doing. He wonât lie and say the thought didnât have him straining against his jeans slightly, especially when he spotted how calmly Oscar was watching him. Oscar winked at his teammate, a finger coming to his lips in a shh-ing motion. Lando swallowed dryly, nodding as he continued to glance all night, especially when Oscar licked his fingers clean.
Oscar had continued his public acts, often finding himself two fingers deep inside you as you struggled to stay quiet. But he loved the busy clubs, when the drivers booked a VIP booth and no one paid any attention to anything other than alcohol. After the end of his first season in Formula One he was itching to celebrate, aching to get you alone. Once Oscar realised this was unlikely to happen, heâs formed a plan. A plan that culminated in this moment, you on his lap in a club, whilst some other occupants of the grid watched on.
Lando again had been the first to notice, your cheeks flushing at Oscarâs words. âImagine being stuffed full in this club, nobody would know how deep I am inside you baby.â He cooed in your ear, large hands sliding up and down your exposed legs. It took George and Fernando arriving with more shots for you to agree, firm in your decision that everyone else was preoccupied.
You wriggled in Oscarâs lap, finding a comfortable position that didnât look too suspicious. You hovered over him as he slipped his member out of his jeans. He bit back a groan as you slid yourself down, your warm walls encasing him. âSo fucking tight arenât you?â He whispered in your ear, âSuch a slut for me.â You whimper lightly, burying your head in his neck as you start a subtle grinding motion against him.
âThatâs it, use me where anyone could see you. Do you like that idea?â Oscar coos, âThat anyone here could look over and see how needy and desperate you are.â His hands squeeze your hips as he rolls you against him, groaning in your ear at the feeling if you wrapped around him. Oscarâs grateful for the booming music, grateful that no-one can hear you moaning for him. You hear Oscar chuckle lightly from your position, looking up at him in confusion. âDonât stop sweetheart, but we have a small audience.â Oscar tells you, your heart stopping at his words.
He smirks at the way your walls clench around him before beckoning the audience member over. You hear someone sit next to the pair of you behind the table, Oscar greeting him with a nod. âTook you a while to notice this time mate.â Oscar says, your ears barely picking up the scoff of your new admirer.
âKeeping her hidden thatâs why Oscar, you know I like to see her face. See what you do to her.â Landoâs voice causes a flush to overtake you, your hips grinding harder against Oscar. He groans once more, head tilting back at the feeling of you on top of him. âOh sheâs getting you good this time isnât she?â Lando laughs, licking his lips as he watches you move.
âYou have no idea,â Oscar smirks, âSheâs an angel.â He tells his teammate. You whine into his neck as Oscarâs hand wraps in your hair. He tugs lightly, your face emerging from its hiding spot. âI want you to look at Lando baby, he likes your pretty little face.â Oscar mutters, stroking your cheek gently as he grinds his cock into you. Once you make eye contact with Lando your pace increases, joined now by Oscarâs thumb on your clit. Your moan of his name catches the attention of another driver, the warmth of his body emanating from behind you.
âRoped Lando into your little kink too have you?â
The American accent of Logan fills your ears, a soft smile spreading over your lips at the familiar audience member. âItâs hot isnât it Lando? The way sheâd do anything for him. You should see them behind closed doors, absolutely filthy.â Logan muses, hand resting on your hip as he helps you move over his best friend.
âYou really should come watch Lando, she loves the extra pair of eyes.â Oscar tells his teammate, âYou think sheâs dirty now? Wait âtil you see her on all fours with my dick in her mouth. Itâs art.â You canât help but moan at his words, squirming at the way the three men discuss you. Itâs when Lando smiles at the thought of watching you both in private, nodding at Oscarâs proposal, that you tumble over the edge.
Your legs quake and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. Your walls clench around Oscar as he bites his lip, stifling the loud moan threatening to spill out. You attempt to hide your face once more but Lando holds your head still, studying your face as you cum for his teammate. Oscar grinds into you deeper, the rhythmic clenching driving him to his own orgasm. He shoots his load inside you, whimpering in sensitivity as Logan continues to move your hips.
The pair of you come down with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks, before eventually leaving the club. Trailed by Logan and Lando for a night youâll never forget.
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part one - part ii
âȘ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
âȘ Everything seems to be going right and life seems amazing, at least to the others..not for you.
âȘ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
âȘ this came to me as I was running a high fever, stop judging me..i also needed a charles fic here, No lando in this one yet, Charles ain't a real good partner and google translate is my bestest friend
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charlesgirlies Charles and ZoĂ« in y/n's story today đ„°
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chilisainz oh my god I'm dead đ
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charles16 she needs to keep feeding us dad Charles please!!
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lanlan ZoĂ« is just the cutest little bean đ„°
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lanlan lil cutie like her mom :)
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charlesssss I can't, she's the cutest đ
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âł charloslesainz stop it, he's such a girl dad imma throw up
hamilt44n man is made to be a dad honestly
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Ⳡjoris__trouche je n'ai pas reçu mon invitation? (i didn't get my invite)
y/nusername probablement parce que je n'en ai pas envoyé :) (probably because i didn't send one)
joris__trouche comportement inacceptable (unacceptable behaviour)
charles_leclerc Joris est une des filles maintenant đ (joris is one of the girls now)
y/nusername Je devrais lui acheter une mini-jupe et des talons hauts pour nos prochaines vacances :') (should buy him a mini skirt and some high heels for our next vacation)
manon_roux j'aimerais voir cela se produire đ€Ł (i'd love to see that happen)
joris__trouche j'aurais l'air sexy et tu ne peux pas le nier (i'd look sexy and you can't deny it)
sharl16 no idea what they're saying but I agree đ
landoscar her little feeties đ„ș
leclerc_16 am I the only one who finds it strange that they haven't been together this summer break?
âł carlosleclerc they were bestie, they spend time together with friends in Monaco last week..they're both on their girls and boys vacation..pretty normal
leclerc_16 oh I've missed that part..still something feels off
carlosleclerc I mean y/n gave birth to their daughter not that long ago and its probably not the best idea to fly with a new born/baby all around the world. I'm sure they're fine..
leclerc_16 mmm you're probably right, would hate to see them split up though
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y/nusername juste toi et moi Ă l'infini, petite fille đ (just you and me to infinity, little girl.)
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yourmumsuser mes anges â€ïž (my angels)
charloslesainz 'just you and me' doesn't sit right with me lmfao
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landoscar for real they're always reaching for things
thurthur they always trying to start shit and it's getting annoying and repetitive
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âł y/nusername your always welcome!
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sainzleclerc feeding the delulu fans with that caption
âł charlesgirlies it's literally just a damn caption!!!
sainzleclerc I know but the crazy charles girlies haven't seen them together in a while and don't forget Charles hasn't mentioned zoĂ« in a while.. things add up in their heads đ€Ą
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OBEY ME! Dateables x Reader
One night, out of nowhere, you started to feel an ache all over your little sheep body. It got worse and worse and you were just about to call for help, until your vision got surrendered by smoke! Once you opened your eyes again you⊠were turned back into your human form!
Characters: ă°âą[ Solomon , Simeon , Diavolo , Barbatos...]âąÂ°ă
Summary: ă°âą[ Sheep MC turns back into human... ]âąÂ°ă
Warnings: ă°âą[ Simeon , Barbatos' part contains suggestive themes...Also Simeon's part contain a spoiler from lesson 76, sorry to anyone who got spoiled đ]âąÂ°ă
âOh no.â
âWhat do you mean âOh noâ?â you grumbled, crossing your arms as you glared at the shady magician. His face contained a frown, making you confused, âNot happy that I turned back into human?â
â...Are you happy that you turned back into humanâŠ?â Now he sounded confused too, âI thought you might be sad considering when you were a sheep no one expected you to walk long distances, cook meals, or clean. And you were always carried by one of the brothers, weren't you?â he sighed, making you realize how much attention he paid to your sheep form. He was right, people let you off the hook more easily when it come to chores. After all, you were small, and had no fingers, but the downside was that you were small and had no fingers.
âYes, but both forms have their ups and downs⊠Being a sheep wasn't as fun as you seem to think.â
âMaybe I should turn myself into a sheep?â
â...What?â
âWell, I wouldn't mind being carried by you. I used to love carrying you around, you might like having me in your arms too.â he smiled, you didn't know what to think of his smile though. He doesn't seem to be actually interested in this topic, it was more like he was trying to hide something.
And yes, Solomon actually IS trying to hide something, nothing important, really. Just his jealousy. Like usual.
He noticed how people's eyes lingered on your form more after you turned back into human, and they always had this weird mesmerized look in their eyes whenever you walked by which made him furious. Only he is allowed to look at you that way. So maybe if he became a sheep and made you carry him around he could scare your new suitors? Played little harmless pranks on them?
âSolomon, please.â your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, âYou are fine the way you are. And I wasâŠreally looking forward to the day we could walk hand in hand.â
âŠ
Ah. He is sure he had the same mesmerized look on his face he was talking about.
Your warm hand enveloped his as he blindly followed you, not really caring where you are taking him, âI'm sure your sheep form would be very cute though.â you said with a smile which made him chuckle.
âHaha, yes, I think so too.â he looked at you with a faux innocence, âmaybe we can both turn into sheeps and run to the horizon hoof in hoof?â
âSolomon.â
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Simeon was sitting on the sofa in the Cocytus hall and browsing through his phone, more used to the technology now. However the calm atmosphere surrendering him disappeared when a sudden weight on his shoulder made him jump a little. He turned his head to see what it was to only find you resting your head on him.
You hummed, not looking sorry for scaring him at all, âSorry, did I scare you?â
âAh.â right, you weren't a cute little sheep anymore. You were in your human form, able to reach places, like his shoulders, âI forgot that you can reach my shoulders now.â he chuckled.
You joined in his laughter then let out a fake angry huff, âYou better get used to it.â
Simeon looked at you, unfortunately, he was only able to see a little bit of your face since your hair was in the way. It was a little upsetting that he couldn't see it fully but your hair tickling his jaw made his sadness quickly disappear. He sighed happily as he placed a hand on top of your head, âThen, perhaps you should spend more time with me to help me adjust quickly.â
â...So~ does that mean you prefer human me?â you said with a smirk as you looked up at him.
âHmmâŠI have to say, as a sheep you were very cute.â he mumbled innocently, but the teasing smile on his face said otherwise. However, it quickly became wobbly as soon as he saw your frown, âOf course, you are cute like this too.â he quickly added.
âI seeâŠNot âveryâ cute though, huh.â
âH-huh?â
He tried to meet your gaze as you stared at the floor, seemingly in deep thought. He hoped he didn't make you angry. Simeon opened his mouth to apologize only to find himself suddenly lying on his back. A shocked expression appeared on his face, and his cheeks warmed up as soon as your face came into view.
You got on top of him, body creating a shadow over him. How fitting, considering you do really bring dark thoughts in his mind.
âShall I give you different reasons to love this body, Simeon?â you said, voice calm maybe a little playful, it was nothing to be afraid of but for Simeon you were really intimidating at this moment. Even if he wasn't an angel anymore he still felt like he was about to get corrupted by you -again-. Which seems to make him embarrassingly more excited.
âYes⊠Please do.â he could only whisper, not really thinking straight. He shut his eyes and waited for you to do whatever you please with him.
Once you turned human the very first thing Diavolo did was laugh happily and offer you lots of, I mean, LOT OF clothes. Rambling to himself and not hearing your protests as he went around the shops to get even more, âMaybe this dress? Oh! This suit is made with such fine fabric too! And these shoes would go nicely with them! What do you think of these accessories- actually. We'll just take them all, please put it in the basket!â he chuckled.
âDiavolo, where would I even wear those?â you let out a tired sigh as you walked behind him, starting to miss your sheep form with how much walking you had to do. If you were a sheep, you could've just made him carry you in his armsâŠNow that you think about it, it's been a while since he⊠showed his affection physically. He was acting more like a sugar daddy instead. It's been so long since he hugged you that you were actually starting to miss his crushing hugs.
âCan you try these for me?â he turned around to give you the bags, inside of it was probably the clothes he was talking about, âI promise these are the last ones.â he said, sounding apologetic, probably noticing how tired you seemed. You just nodded and went into the cabin. Once you were done, you stepped out. Only to be greeted by Diavolo's sparkling eyes and huge smile, âJust as I thought, it looks great on you!â
You were kind of getting nervous at this point, he was really starting to act like...a stranger, âUhm, you think so?â
âYes, it can stay on you if you want. Let me just go and pay-â
âDiavolo, why are you trying to dress me up?â you decided to finally question him, at first it was a nice way to spend time with him, no matter how tired shopping was actually getting, but nowâŠ
âDo you thinkâŠI look ugly? Is that why you are dressing me up in expensive clothesâŠ?â
âWhat?!â you have never seen Diavolo look this horrified, âOf course not- I- No, that's⊠Did I seem like that?â he sighed, âLoveâŠI apologize deeply. I was just really excited. After seeing your human form I just couldn't help but imagine how you would look like in different clothes, but there are just objects to make your beauty shine more, nothing else.â his warm hands grabbed yours, giving them a little squeezed as he gazed into your eyes.
You were starting to feel a little bit okay, but still wanted to tease him as a punishment. So you crossed your arms and huffed, âAnd you've been acting a lot distant too! Everytime I try to hug you you are running off to somewhere, very rude!"
He chuckled when he noticed how you were playfully scolding him, âOh dear. I didn't even notice. Looks like seeing you like this, really did make meâŠâ he suddenly stopped, eyes locked into yours as his cheeks slowly darkened. Diavolo turns his head, âAs I was sayingâŠâ he mumbled, voice shaky, âI'll be sure to act more carefully.â
âThat isn't what I wantâŠâ you sighed, frowning. Seems like the future king is still unable to understand your requests, âI don't want you to act more carefully, I want you to act like my lover.â
âOh!â
âNow, give me a hug?â
âOf course!â
(*** suggestive)
Barbatos is someone who prefers to stand back and observe people, hence why you didn't see him much after you turned. Only after everyone had their moment and talk with you did he come to you, and even then it still a very short interaction. He smiled and said, âI'm happy for you.â with his usual charming smile on his face when⊠talking to people. However, you were hoping for more from him. Especially with something like your outer appearance. You wanted to see him become surprised with your appearance or something, like those cheesy clichĂ© scenes in romance movies.
âReality can be really disappointingâŠâ you mumbled as you watched Barbatos cook dinner.
âHm? Where is this coming from? You sounded a lot like Leviathan just now.â he didn't turn around, continuing to stir the pot.
âBarbatos, do you ever get surprised or embarrassed?â you asked without thinking, but guessed it would be fine since he won't understand what you are talking about anyway. Just a random question. Yeah. Nothing weird about that.
âI do, of course.â he put away the spoon, finally turning to you, âI do getâŠSurprised. From lot of things.â
âReally? That's hard to believeâŠâ you muttered to yourself, âLike what?â
âYou.â he smiled.
âMe??â you almost fell from your chair, maybe your appearance really did affect him but he was good at hiding? âUhm⊠Why?â
Barbatos tipped his head to the side as he closed his eyes and smirked, âJust the way you act. Your personality. And how you overcome difficulties.â the way he said it seemed soâŠpolite and kind. Which made you weirdly annoyed since you already heard something like this from him. However, you shouldn't get frustrated at him for that...
âIâŠâ you tried not to sigh, âAppreciate it.â
âAnd how you are seeking my compliments is also very surprising.â
âI- wait, what??â
He chuckled, appearing in front of you in a blink of an eye. Giving you no time to gather yourself, âThe brothers, the angels, other demons, and even the Demon Lord... They all complimented you but here you are sulking because I didn't say anything about your human form?â he leaned in closer, taking his gloves off and placing his hands on your cheeks. His sudden warm touch on your cheeks surprising you as he held your face. Without his gloves it was strangely very⊠Intimate.
The feeling of one of them sliding from your cheek, to your jaw and slowly to your hand to bring it to his lips is even more exciting, âI can't say I dislike it.â he whispers, his breath tickles your skin which causes your whole body to shiver as his piercing eyes look into yours, âIf you are curious about what I think maybe I can tell you, or maybe you would like me to show you? Which one would you prefer?â
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bring your child to work day: zayne and his daughter spend a day at the hospital
fluff, dad!zayne/reader (a little bit), ~2.2k
warnings: reader only makes a small appearance it's mostly about zayne + his daughter spending quality time together tbh, allusions to zayne + mc's lore (no specific memory idt just the overarching theme of their story), zayne is a devoted girl dad bc i believe in girldad!zayne...
a/n: mc/reader + zaynes daughter is named zenith here bc i liked the idea of them sharing an initial đ meaning the highest point/the point right above you in the sky bc i think thats what she would be for zayne+mc like one of the best moments of their lifetimes :( anyway it's mentioned in the fic but shes the spitting image of zayne thats his mini-me fr
âgood morning,â zayne says, passing by the nursesâ station without much fuss. itâs an ordinary wednesday, after all. Â
âmorning,â greyson echoes with a curt nod, his eyes still focused on the files heâs reviewing from an overnight patient.Â
âmorninâ!â a third voice calls happily.Â
greyson freezes, his papers falling unceremoniously on the floor. âhuh!?â he exclaims, a little too loud for a hospital corridor.Â
however the chief pays his outburst no mind, and he suddenly sees why, greysonâs gaze finding the little girl perched on his bossâ hip. of course, he remembers, itâs âbring your child to workâ day. but for some reason, he never thought that zayne would actually bring his child to work. perhaps that explains why heâd made sure no surgeries were scheduled for this day weeks ago.Â
zayne strokes her dark hair, brushing a loose strand from her pigtails behind her ear. âthis is dr. greyson,â he speaks softly, pointing in his direction. âdr. greyson, meet zenith.âÂ
ânice to meet you!â she exclaims, waving a chubby hand in the air, paying no mind to his wide eyes and slack jaw.Â
she canât be over four judging from her height, and, of course, greyson knew zayne had a daughter, but he didnât really know. he remembers you mentioning her at your appointments, the photos on his desk and, of course, zayneâs paid time off actually being used at personal all time highs (which had already been on the incline after you moved in and then got married) since a few years ago, but it still feels surreal to actually see him with his child.Â
if she has any opinion on greysonâs lack of response besides the cartoon birds that would appear around his head if they were in an animated tv show, she gives no hint. instead, she smiles brightly, her green eyes sparkling as she takes zayneâs glasses off his face and fists the lenses, trying to rotate them in her tiny hands and fit them on her own face.Â
somehow, with the much too large frames perched on her nose, she looks even more like her father. everything, from her dark hair tied with ribbons to her hazel eyes, the curve of her brow and little nose, she is her fatherâs daughter to a t. perhaps the only un-zayne-like thing about her is the permanent cheeriness in her gaze and her gummy smile. that she mustâve gotten from you. while greyson has definitely noticed how his boss has become a little less taciturn and stern over the years, he would be lying to himself if he said he ever thought zayne would become even a miniscule fraction as bubbly as the daughter he holds close right now.
âi didnât know you were bringing your daughter in today!â greyson exclaims, the realizations of today finally settling and coming together in his mind.
thereâs a fondness in his eyes as he glances to zenith, his lips quirking the slightest bit upwards. âsheâs been asking for weeks to come with me; i figured now would be the best time with the other kids here. i know youâve seen the schedule for today, butââ
âoh my god!â yvonne gasps, speeding towards the trio gathered. âyou brought your daughter, dr. zayne!â she extends her hand to the girl, which she happily takes. âiâm yvonne, i work with your dad.âÂ
âiâm zenif,â she babbles, her syllables getting caught on her missing tooth.Â
simultaneously both greyson and yvonne coo at the little girl.Â
âarenât you the cutest thing? iâve seen so many pictures of you but youâre just the dearest little one, hm?âÂ
and word of mouth travels fast, because, soon enough, a whole crowd has come to fuss over the most adorable little girl who looks exactly like the aloof department chair and has the sweetest smile. she graciously accepts their compliments with quiet âthank you's' and hides her face in her fatherâs neck and shoulder, causing even more âawwâs to fall from his colleaguesâ lips. when the attention dies down, zayne finally gets to his office, nearly an hour later than he usually would have by now, but he canât even be annoyed. his little girl is the most precious; of course, he would react in the same way.Â
he shuts the door behind them and puts his bag down by his desk, moving zenith so she has a place on his lap when he sits down. âwhat would you like to do today, hm?â he asks, booting up his computer and finding a pile of files from the depths of a drawer.Â
âwhat do you do?â she asks.
he hums. âwell sometimes i see patients who donât feel well, sometimes i do surgeries on them so they feel better, and sometimes i have to do paperwork. i donât have any patients or surgeries scheduled today, so we can do whatever you want; how does that sound?â
âwhat about paperwork?â she exclaims. âyou said thatâs what you do?âÂ
âwould you like to do paperwork with me?âÂ
she nods firmly. âi wanna spend time with daddy!âÂ
his heart softens, his already abnormally warm (at least for work standards) gaze growing even more endeared by his precious, favorite little girl. âyou want to spend time with me?âÂ
her head bobs and she wraps her arms around his neck, resting her cheek on his shoulder. âof course! i love you, daddy.â
pressing a kiss to her cheek, he canât help a smile. of course he knows she loves him, loves spending time with him. when heâs home sheâs practically glued to his hip. and he tries his best to make sure she knows the same. but sometimes itâs just nice to hear it from someone you love. âand i love you, princess.âÂ
it used to be a foreign expression on his tongue many, many years ago, before youâd returned to his life, and especially before she came into his life. but as time flew by, thanks to you and your help, heâd grown familiar, comfortable, fond with it. while he knew you didnât mind him not saying that as much as other boyfriends and husbands might from all your conversations, knowing he expressed how much he loved you and then some through other ways, he knew she might not have understood just how her father expressed his feelings and fondness at her young age.Â
so beyond his quiet actions, he makes sure to tell her. whether itâs a post-it note in her lunchbox, right next to the heart-shaped sandwich with the crusts cut off, just how she likes it, whenever itâs his turn to make her lunch, or a birthday card sheâll know how to read one day, he tries to tell her through words too. âi love youâ went from an expression he seldom said or heard, to one he couldnât get enough of, whether it be from your lips or hers, and one he always wanted you both to know.Â
âletâs see what kind of paperwork we can find for you, then.â coincidentally a knock sounds from the other side of the door. âcome in.âÂ
âthey brought some donuts and coloring pages out in the lobby,â yvonne says, popping her head in. âi figured youâd both be interested.âÂ
âthank you, yvonne.â when the door shuts, zayne leans back to look at his daughter, brushing her hair. âwhat do you think about that? do you want to take a look?â with her eager nods, zayne stands.
âi wanna walk,â she pouts, tugging on his once crisp button-up, and he puts her down accordingly, taking her small fingers in his.Â
they make their way hand in hand down the corridor, drawing even more endeared coos from the staff until they reach the table. kneeling down to her height, he points at a smaller kids table in the corner.
âhow about you get some coloring sheets and crayons? i can get you a donut and we can head back and do some paperwork,â he explains. Â
she happily obliges, skipping over and inspecting the books with a familiar seriousness (which also makes the other staff coddle her just as much as her bright smiles. âarenât you so precious!?â âsheâs just like her father!â zayne canât help the small quirk of his lips when he hears how cute they find his daughter, because she is, speaking from his personal experience.). meanwhile he grabs a strawberry donut with sprinkles and a chocolate one, both her favorites, placing them on a napkin and grabbing a few extra knowing how she takes after you in terms of her messiness.Â
meeting her in the corner, he bends down, taking a quick look at the drawings sheâs taken. âfind anything you like?â he asks.
raising her pages to his eyes, she beams. âthey have the bears!âÂ
he smiles softly, tucking her loose hair away. âyes, they do,â he hums. âwho knew?âÂ
it totally wasnât like heâd ordered specific character coloring books when it was time for the cardiology department to refill their kidsâ activity section. it totally wasnât like heâd looked for some ones he knew his daughter would love. it wasnât like that at all; zayne maintains heâs as impassive and serious at work as everâŠheâs lying to himself.
when she gathers her crayons, the duo make their way back to his office. the day flies quickly by, her babbles and light, curious questions bringing a new level of comfort and joy zayne never thought heâd get from his job. he loves what he does, of course, but everything just seems more enjoyable and memorable with his daughter by his side. or rather, with her on his lap, in her own little world of just her and her beloved dad, oblivious to the seriousness of the paperwork her father is dealing with as she busies herself with her own âpaperworkâ and scribbles vibrant colors all over the once black and white image.
and zayne thinks he would be perfectly content if it were to stay like this forever. even with all his prizes and awards, nothing could compare to the reward and title of being your husband and zenithâs father.Â
he lowers his pen to the desk from his fingers, using his free hand to rest his head as he admires the precious life before him. âi love you, princess,â he murmurs, pinching her cheek.Â
âi love you too, daddy!â she turns to face him, crumbs of donut glaze still around her lips.Â
he takes a napkin and dabs at her face before checking his watch. youâd said youâd meet them around now⊠âhow about we get lunch soon?âÂ
right on time, a knock sounds from the door, which opens to reveal you. âhow are my favorite doctors doing?â you exclaim.Â
âmama!â she cheers, hopping off zayneâs knee and running into your waiting embrace.Â
kissing her head, you give her a squeeze. âhowâs work with dada going?âÂ
âi love it here! daddy colors and eats dessert all day,â she cheers.Â
glancing to your husband, you chuckle. âis that so?âÂ
he makes his way towards you both, giving you a peck as you stand, your daughter now on your hip. âsomething like that,â he mumbles.Â
âthen maybe i should become a doctor too,â you tease. âis now a good time for lunch?âÂ
he nods, opening the office door once more and allowing you to pass first.Â
âi wanna become a doc-tor, too,â zenith ponders, suddenly serious with her small fingers tapping at her chin as she thinks, a habit no doubt from her father. âthen daddy and i can color and eat snacks together forever!âÂ
âis that so?â you ask, but you canât help the smile you shoot at your husband.Â
she bobs her head, a determined furrow in her brow. âi wanna be with mama and daddy forever.âÂ
zayne has a warm fondness in his gaze as his eyes find his daughter. she looks up to him with wide eyes and her gummy grin, reaching her small hand out for his own, which he happily obliges. her tiny fist wraps around two of fingers, and he briefly wishes that she could stay his little girl for eternity. she doesnât need to know how hard her dadâs job actually is, how much work he had to put in to get to where they are now, the sorrows of her parentsâ past. she is a precious gem, the shining peak of all your shared lifetimes.Â
this one existence, finally at peace, a happy ending for you and him, domestic bliss with the two, now three, of you, he thinks itâs worth every tear thatâs been shed before. and maybe in another universe and lifetime, the youâll get another happy ending. he thinks that even if itâs a simple life, as long as itâs with the two of you, itâd be one he cherishes and treasures close to every fiber of his existence, one he would fight all there may be to remember, for no god could tear his devotion. maybe heâd even bet every splintering past life that led to this one was worth the years heâs gotten to spend with you in this one, and the years still to come. so he hopes she stays as optimistic and bright as ever, that you stay by his side in this heavenly life he could only once dream of. after all, ice is made of crystals.
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âĄcome here
movie!mike schmidt x fem!reader
tags- semi nsfw, manspreading..?, dom!mike (forgive me)
an: literal first fic one here lmfaođ little tease into what my writing looks like. feel free to send requests in my inbox!! Mike Schmidt is consuming my brain⊠credit to @/josh1es for the idea !!
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mike had stumbled through the door at around 6:30, shrugging off his shoes and vest; leaving cold air in his wake. It was below zero, and you had been bundled up on the couch in 2 of his blankets.
you perked up at Mikeâs arrival, stretching and peering over the couch you were previously curled into; being greeted by tired eyes. You smiled to him, greeting him with a âheyâ in a quiet, sleepy voice. mike yawned in response, giving a small âhiâ as he undid his tie with his right hand. you sat up as he fell into his armchair, spreading his legs comfortably and finally working off his tie. You tried to not let your eyes linger, but the way he was positioned made you half cough in surprise. mike looked at you a bit confused, but paid no mind. focusing his attention on the movie you had playing, spreading his legs wider and placing his hands on his knees. Unconsciously almost, he slowly ran his hands back up to his thighs. your breath hitched in your throat, trying to focus on anything other then him. mike spoke up âdid you get Abby to bed okay?â You shook your head yes, fingers prodding at the skin on ur lip. mike sighed pleasantly, muttering out a âgoodâ seemingly more preoccupied with something else. Confused, you finally looked back over to him. Mike had unbuttoned the top 3 buttons of his colored shirt, and popped the button on his pants. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was never one to cross the boundary of friendship, teetering in the edge. He gave small little hints here and there sure but he had never done anything like this. Mike rested his hands on his thighs, almost spreading them apart. you stared. âMike..â you half whispered, looking him in the eye. he smiled. He could tell you had been looking at him, looking at him for the past 2 months you had been babysitting Abby. He saw the way you stared at his crotch when he decided to change into his pajamas before seeing you out the door, the way you bit your lip when he would rest a hand on his thigh, almost touching his cock. He thought about you at night, how you would taste, feel, sound. Mike had always enjoyed you, especially now, hanging over the couch. Jaw half opened in shock. He hummed lowly, beckoning you over.
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I love your Only Human fics đđ I canât help but think what Monster AU 141/Kortac would do if their only human got hurt during a missionâŠ.
A continuation maybe please?
Only Human pt3
Pairing: Monster 141 + König + Horangi x reader
CW: blood, injury, canon-typical violence, gun violence, flash grenade go boom boom, explosion, tell me off I missed any.
wc: 2.4k
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They fucked up, they really flicked up. It was a simple mission, simple enough that you were sent with only three operators. Alejandro with his witness, slinked between enemy lines, shooting up and creating chaos once he shifted, his large body ripping through enemy lines like a hot knife through butter. Gaz with his aerial insights, flew over trees and spotted the soldiers you were shooting through and giving pointers to where they split up and where they collected. And finally, Horangi, stalking between the buildings, jumping from shadow to shadow with a slow sway of his tail, pouncing on his prey with the stealth of a tiger.Â
Laswell had promised that it was a quick in-and-out op, slipping through the village at night and taking out the leading figure of this hastily-made gang that was blocking the transport route between two important, allied towns. The shared intel was that it was a gang of ragtag rebels, raiding police stations within the mass, overwhelming the officers with their vast numbers of followers. They stole police equipment, vests, guns, batons, and ammunition, using them to power through the lines of officers and breaking through blockades built by the townsfolk.Â
While they werenât trained in military warfare or had prior training with specialised weapons, they had the advantage of numbers, overwhelming any joint forces with their vast numbers of rebels. It was nearly astounding how many people were being paid and supported by Russia's wealthy Ultranationalists wanting to disrupt the trading routes and hurt the opposing team by prying them of a source of gas and material.Â
The few joint forces had slimmed down their numbers, leaving Task Force 141 to clean it up and take over their base of operation within the region. You were told that their numbers rounded a skeleton crew of twenty men, twenty-five at most. Thatâs why Price sent you four for quick and efficient disposal of the enemy.Â
Thatâs what Laswell gave you, the information burned into your mind from habitual memorization to ensure that your team would be prepared, and yet the data was wrong. Gaz had reported twice the promised number, not as well armed as you were warned but their number brought a changing tide to your mission. You wanted to turn back, to regroup and form another plan, but everyone was already in place and calling them back could be as much of a risk of being caught as storming in.Â
Perhaps thatâs why you were all so careful and conscious of the dangers, moving in two, Alejandro and Horangi in one part and you walking under Gazâs protective shadow. The initial plan was to box them in, working through both exits to snuff out any runaways and once you entered the compound, Gaz would drop down and lead ahead.Â
That was the plan, until, of course, all hell broke loose. It was chaotic, they were trigger-happy and within untrained hands, their guns were as leather as a trained one with how quickly they spent their magazine, cycling through one and spraying the wall you used for hiding. Soapâs wild clean-up wouldâve been extremely helpful in a time like this; Ghostâs hungry haze wouldâve swallowed them all up, opening up a way for you to pass; and Königâs reckless and unpredictable shift that sent him into a wild frenzy while he tore through the base.Â
Unfortunately, they were back home, the little base they called their own when you first joined, yet you still had experienced and protective soldiers by your side, all special forces. Gaz led you with a strong hand and clear head, stopping at every corner to look at all sides before moving forward and you watched his back, looking out for any enemy rounding back.Â
Your situation would be - at best - organised chaos, made from what you were given at the moment, faced with a group over a dozen times and without backup waiting behind. There were hushed orders and observations sent back and forth between your groups, cautious warnings on your side and growls from the other. Nick had been informed in case of any immediate evacuation and Laswell, of the sudden change in the plan. You did your best with what you had, leaving bleeding corpses in your wake, slumped over the bloodied floor and against the stained walls, but you hadnât expected the rapid change of shift in the enemy. They werenât such men with guns and knives, they were trained - albeit sloppy - in ferality and ruthlessness, jumping at you and Gaz without a second thought.
Every lunge was met with a bullet, rifles firing at the advancing numbers holding a gun, a knife or both, leaving you with a graze or scrape, the skin under your clothes bristled and bleeding. They flooded like moths to a flame, one taking the place of a fallen, and two other taking his place. You were pushed back to back, Gazâs wings fluttering in stress between you, fighting the need to cover you in a protective shield of muscle and feather.Â
âWeâre compromised,â Gaz hissed into the mic, sending the message to any open coms on your connected line. âVictor-01, moving your way.â
âCopy,â Alejandro huffed.
Gaz tried leading you away, feet moving fast and steady around the halls you had to memorise for this Op. He tried to lead you safely, but they swarmed you like flies, appearing from every corner in an unending flood of shouting, thumping and firing. Gaz was bound to get hit at this rate, with his big wings and broader shoulders. It worried you that heâd take a bullet for you - you knew he would, as would the others - and get dangerously hurt. Through one door was a group waiting for you, gun trained forwards and ready to fire, but they were slow, sloppy, and they lacked the training and reflexes of a specialist.Â
You had time to push Gaz through a door and into a room, you hid on both sides, hiding from the straight line of fire. You unclipped a flash from your belt, waving it at him to catch his attention. It did and his lips broke into a grin, wild and electric at your idea. You had him count down the seconds, his fingers lowering until he balled his fist, shaking it as you pulled the pin out and threw it down the hall. Veering away from the door, eyes closed tightly and hands around your ears, the flash grenade blew up with a loud, ear-piercing screech. It sent them into a blind panic, weapons falling from their hands to rub the burning pain in their cornea, ears deaf to your quick-moving steps towards them, down they went, like those behind you.Â
Adrenaline pumped erratically through your veins, bubbling and warming your body to an uncomfortable heat that had you sweating under your gear. You turned another corner and you were closer to Alejandro and Horangiâs location, meeting up with them was your current objective, to regroup and take over the base in one group. They were just down the path, behind the sprinting men in jeans and t-shirts holding guns like it was a big, heavy toy. You could see their tense shoulders relax when they caught sight of you, guard still up and cautious, but glad that you were safe.Â
âHunter,â Horangi hissed, his figure trembling as his nose twitched under his mask. He stared at your shoulder, the damp jacket stained with your blood. âYou broken?â
âNo, the adrenalineâs keeping me going,â you nodded back, trying to soothe his worry. Being the 141âs medic, you knew the benefits of adrenaline, it numbed the pain, the cold and the burns, but once you calmed down, youâd feel every little scratch.
You limped out of the building, body leaning against Horangi for support, his tail curled around your thigh and body tense in a possessive mood. He kept glancing your way, his golden eyes swirling with worry, pupils small and attentive to every wince you made. He moved according to your pain, urging you to put more weight on him when you walked on your bad leg, where a bullet shot straight through your thigh, bleeding through the quickly put gauze you covered it with and wrapped tightly in bandages. You promised them that youâd properly patch yourself up in the helicopter while they watched before you worked on them.Â
With your body riding off the adrenaline that kept you going for the past fifteen minutes, you jerked and winced when you walked on your left leg, the white bandage around your thigh staining red on the side. You were sure Horangi and Alejandro could smell your blood, or they'd been able to smell it before you even saw them, the irony tang wafting around them like a haze of their failure. The failure to let you get hurt and unable to properly protect you, you could feel the tenseness in their shoulders, their lowered head at your smile and the jerky movement when they moved around, seemingly pulling themselves back from doing something.Â
Nikolai waved at your group, ushering you in from his seat, strapped safely with his headset on and communication clear between everyone. With a short affirm from Alejandro, Nik took off, the bird curving to the left when he turned west, towards the UK. You waited until the flight was stable, flying through the air softly and steadily before you opened up your pack, searching for items to clean and reward your wound until you returned to the infirmary. You checked your tourniquet, tightening it when you saw that it was slightly loose, ripping open the wrapping around your leg, you reapplied the gauze, adding pressure to it to stop it from bleeding even more.Â
You winced and hissed under their watchful eyes, between Alejandro and Horangi, their tails swaying and occasionally curling around your forearm. Gaz, however much heâd like to sit beside you, to fuss and worry openly about your wounds, sat across from you, strapped in with his wings spread wide across the seats.Â
âLooks rough, ĐŃ
ĐŸŃĐœĐžĐș,â Nik called to the back, light glinting off his glasses.Â
âNothing new, Nik, you know that,â you replied through the coms, a lop-sided smile curling the corners of your lips.
He cackled, a full-belly laugh that had all of you smiling in your own ways. Nikolai was rambunctious, loyal and a big bear of a man. He was human, the other human in the Task Force apart from you (Laswell mightâve been the one sending you across the earth and gathering information, but she - regrettably - wasnât truly a member.).Â
âĐĐ°! I do!â
When you landed, the rest of the TF was already waiting outside, arms crossed and shoulders tense. It seemed they got the news of your Op, showing their displeasure with deep frowns and deeper glares, none directed at you or the hybrids, it was some sort of self-hatred and anger at the person that gave Laswell the intel, their promise of it being factual and not sending them any updates on the case. Laswell, herself, was fairly mad, her stressed face pulled sombrely down.Â
Soap and Rudy rushed to you, voices low and tones raspy, they hovered near your group, fussing about the blood that caked Alejandroâs forehead, a slight graze from a rifleâs butt and other bruises from slamming into obstacles; Gazâs slight pinch in the back from being slammed into a wall by a bulldozing enemy when he ran out of ammo; Horangiâs ripped sleeves, gashes bleeding lightly from attempts at slashing and stabbing knives by inexperienced hands; but what worried them the most was you, limping and hanging from Horangiâs shoulders.Â
Your eyes were hooded, equal parts exhausted and blood lost, placing all of your weight on the Haetae hybrid. While your upper half was unscathed - apart from the slight bruises forming on your skin - your leg, wrapped tightly in a tourniquet and bandages drowned in red. The amount of red wouldâve been worrying if they hadnât known you, but youâve survived far more dangerous and life-threatening wounds, bouncing back with revenge. As truthful as it was, it didnât stop them from worrying. You mightâve been more resilient than most - hybrids credited their resilience to their human parent - you didnât have the healing ability of hybrids or the immortality of spectres.Â
â âm fine, Rudy,â you smiled, so bright and reassuring when you were the wounded one. âNothing a few stitches and rest wonât heal.â
âSi, but-â
âDoesnât mean weâre not worried, love.â
Like his callsign, he walked in on your little group silently, peering over Rudolfoâs shoulders, his warm, brown hues meeting yours. His voice was strained with concern, croakier than when you left this morning, waving at them. Rodolfo moved over when Ghost brought his hand forward, Horangi passed you to him with careful and tender hands so that you could be brought to the infirmary without having to walk. You hooked your arms around Ghostâs neck, arms crossed lazily over his back and chin propped up on his shoulder. He held you against his chest, one arm under your ass and another carefully tucked under your knees, watching your wounded leg without touching it.Â
You looked at Price and Laswell from your perch, their hushed discussion with shrugging shoulders and crossed arms, but neither looked pleased with the outcome of your mission. You blinked owlishly when you couldnât find König beside them, head turning from side to side to find the 6 '10 Austrian hybrid, but you still couldnât find him. Just as you were going to ask Ghost where König was, a hand reached out to grip your forearm, thick fingers softly rubbing your strained muscle. You were met with a veiled face when you turned, brilliant, red eyes stared at your wounded thigh in distaste, his mind throwing him into the scene of the moment, turning and ripping the men that dared harm you to pieces, bloodied and unrecognisable parts of a human.Â
âHey, König,â you called out, pulling him back from his violent daydream where his eyes turned crimson, glazed with bloodlust and rage, promising doom. âDo you want to come with us?â
âJa,â he replied moments later, snapping to your face with blank eyes, now his regular, ice-blue colour. âTo the infirmary first and mess all later. You need to eat and rest well to heal quickly, Schnucki.â
âWhat about the-â
âYou need to rest, lovie. Let them deal with the debrief,â Ghostâs voice was stern and commanding, ending whatever protests you had.Â
As if to prove his point, he turned to face Price, his head nudging you to look at your captain, the imposing and dominating figure of Priceâs horned head, thick, swaying tail and powerful wing. Price replied with a quick nod, curt in a way that shut down any voice, landing the hammer on the gravel with a resounding boom. You sighed, grumbling lowly about them worrying too much about a flesh wound, exaggerating your condition (in your mind) and threatening them with insubordination that had your commanding officers glare your way.
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Hazbin Hotel x Jeff the killer or BEN drowned reader.
Please?
SURE! Iâll do Jeff the killer as someone had requested I do BEN drowned! đŠđđ
HAZBIN HOTEL X JEFF THE KILLER! READER
prompt: after fighting with BEN drowned, Ben decided to send you into a showâŠ.
You were asleep snoring as Ben snickered holding up a tv that was playing a title card saying âHAZBIN HOTELâ and with that. He smacked you having you go inside the tv with a devilish smirk. You hit the ground as your body did a whole fucking Peter griffen pose đ
*metal sound* DAYUM!
You were screaming curses under your breath at Ben who just smirks at the tv and leaves whistling like a damn cartoon character. You dusted yourself off looking around this place.
âThe fuck is this?âŠ.â You said with a scowl looking aroundâŠthereâs a bunch of ruined buildings and fire everywhere. You walked around confused as some demons whistle at you. Literally catcalling you as one tried to grab you, when they tried to grab you. You stabbed their fucking hand smiling with that extended smile to your cheek.
âFuck you think you trying to do huh?â You said with a crazed smile as they fall holding their hand to see you arenât really a âgirlâ âYOUâRE A GUY??!â You rolled your eyes wanting to be sarcastic âNo. Ima killer..Now. Go. To. Sleep.â You said lastly stabbing the demon in its head. You kept walking as the bystanders move out of your way.
AND YEES WE ARE GOING WITH FANON LOOK INSTEAD OF THE CANNON LOOKđš CANNON JEFF IS SOâŠ..
Letâs just skip ahead, so you went to the hotel as you seen an advertisement about redeemingâŠ.tbh you didnât give a fuck about redemption, you only needed a room.
Vaggie was definitely judging you by your looks as you had shaggy [idk if I wanna give you black hair or just your own color hair but you can imagine yourself as Jeff or nahh] hair and blood stained clothes. But soon later you turned out to be a chill person who helps their peers but also jokes around.
Alastor and you just stare at each other âsmilingâ at each other just waiting for the other to talk.
ââŠ..so like..are you always this ugly or were you born that wayâŠâ âmy smiley fellow, I was born for radioâŠâ âno you were born to be ugly-â
Alastor immediately hates you after that but your boldness is entertaining. He might just take you as a guest for his broadcast.
Angel would love to play with your hair and braid itâŠas you relax at the touch of Angelâs hands in your hair. It reminded you of how Sally braided your hair when she was bored.
Angel had put pink bows in your hair saying âthis is so coquetteđâ and you just stood there looking at the hand mirror he gave you. âAngel wtf. >:/â
You woke up to get your laundry to see your white jacket IN FUCKIN PINK?!
âANGELLLL! IMA CHOP OFF YOUR DI-â yeah angel hid in the bathroom as your anger was no match for any demonâŠ.
Lucifer will feel concern about your face as you donât lookâŠnormal I suppose. Heâll be probably have a clear weirded out face
I feel like you and Lucifer would have a weird friend dynamic as you just roll with his hyperactive activities.
âHow in the hell do you eat?â He says poking your open slit by your mouth. âI just eat. Simple as that.â You said at the king of hell.
Yeah I imagine Lucifer had put duck stickers on your jacket one time.
I imagine husk and JTK! Reader doing a drinking competitionâŠ.you owed husk 20 hellbucks. đ„Č
Husk will actually tolerate JTK! Reader as they donât whine and donât complain much until something actually bothers him.
Sir Pentious would be scared of youâŠI mean if a normal person saw you. They would be horrified.
You give off a depressed Starbucks worker vibes who donât get paid for shitâŠ..literally a sinner would test you as Charlie or someone will have to hold you back as you swing your knife. âLET ME AT THEM YOU LIL SHI-â
The crew had always noticed you seemed to look more like a human other than a sinner or hell born. But they never really asked. I mean shit Alastor wanted to ask but Charlie had to tell him to stop it.
The egg boiz were scared of you until you saved Frank from cracking as he tried to reach the damn cookie jar.
You used your body to soften his fall as you hit your head on the ground. âGAH DAMN-â *crash* and then minutes later it was found out sir Pentious was watching over your knocked out body as Frank was telling how cool you saved him.
You sometimes try to call Ben to pick you up and this is how it goes: âBenâŠYOU SHORT STACK MOTHERFUCKA! YOU BETTA GET ME OUT OF HERE OR I WILL CUT YOUR LINK LOOKIN ASS-â he had you on voice mail as Ben was just chilling playing video games.
I headcannon you having to wear a fucking smiley mask to not scare off residentsđ
âHi welcome to the hazbin hotelâŠ.â You said in a dead tone flat. The sinner looked at you confused asking questions. â Why are you wearing a mask? Is your nose too big? Do you have bad breath? Are you sick? Are you ugly under the mask?â
You had enough as your eye twitched grabbing the sinner by their collar. âHow about I shove my foot up your-â âOKAYYY!â Charlie says seeing you about to give the sinner a piece of your mind as she grabs the sinner from your grasp. âHow about we show you around the hotelâŠâ
Yeah you donât do the greeter job no moreâŠ.
At least you get to give out food as husk serves drinks. That was at least a cool job as husk helped you serve out small little portions of the trays you used.
I headcannon niffty to make you a bug âflowerâ crown to show how she admires you.
I imagine Charlie would get you a metal shirt and you would be like. âoh thanks.â You smiled and took it.
You had a knife stash just incase you had to defend yourself. You love collecting knives when boredâŠ.
Keyword was HAD. Charlie found your knives and hid them from yourself as you had a sad puppy face at seeing your stash gone.
Imagine you just standin there and a Charlie had put stickers on your jacket saying, âgood job for not killing!â
Youâre such a good kidđ
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