#skull imagines

[rebornologist]

♡ Misc. KHR + PIERCINGS AU ₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

totally self-indulgent thoughts and thotdump on anything related to piercings and a few khr cuties

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WARNINGS: piercings, some ideas with established relationships, mention of oral sex and sex and teeth, a whole schpiel about Gokudera as a piercer bc I got carried away... nsf/w sects under the cut!!

♡ Skull

Definitely guilty of being careless with his piercings, but he’s blessed with literal inhuman physiology so he easily overcomes every issue that arises with the aftercare. People with body mods can only dream of having it as easy as him…

He loves his body mods and I think he definitely loves other people with body mods!! Skull would get so giddy if his s/o suggested matching piercings or tattoos (I’ll save tatts for another time tho), and he enjoys changing his jewelry often for different events and sometimes literally just to show people how many holes are in his face as an absurd party trick. It’s very obvious that he has an absurd amount of metal in his body, but even he started losing track of the total over time.

There is nothing that flusters his s/o like the image of Skull absolutely worshiping their body, once he gets started he will not stop until he’s kissed them head to toe. They relish the feeling of smooth titanium contrasting with the warmth of his tongue as he runs the wet appendage over their flesh, following with open mouthed kisses and gentle bites, soft giggles escaping his parted lips as his partner squirms and curls beneath his touch.

His lip jewelry is definitely a statement piece, and there were initial mishaps with it getting caught in hair or other jewelry during particularly involved makeout sessions, so sometimes he’ll remember to remove the chain beforehand. He is a bit of a fiend for the feeling of it though, he loves his body mods and has gotten very used to the way the metal feels in and around his mouth, so he likes to have his fun with it!

The fandom seems to be obsessed with the idea of him having a dick piercing, soooo confirm/deny, y/n?

He’s quite proud of it and any extra bonus benefits it brings in the bedroom ;) However, he’s so used to piercings in general that he doesn’t think to warn his partner beforehand, so his s/o couldn’t decide if they were surprised or not when they first discovered what he was rockin’ down under.

♡ Belphegor

Bel with a tongue piercing. That’s it, that’s the post.

It gives him every excuse to urge his s/o to sit on his face any chance they get. He never keeps his stupid tongue in his mouth in his day-to-day life because he’s such a clown, but now he earns himself a flustered s/o whenever he sticks his tongue out suggestively.

Also the type to have a navel piercing; you’d get an eyeful of his lean torso, littered with scars, the crescent-shaped birthmark on his pretty waist fully visible with his pajama pants hanging loosely right below his hips, and a little shimmer of the jewelry in his navel. He most definitely will catch you staring, and will tease about it. He gets such an ego boost every time.

He’s observant, and despite hiding his eyes, being around this guy would just give you a sixth sense for when his eyes are focused on you. He’s fairly fascinated with the look of body modifications, and if his s/o had new jewelry in (perhaps even pieces that he gifted them), he would be sure to get a good long stare in, inspecting it before finally grinning ear to ear and complimenting their expensive tastes.

He seems like the type to have always wanted snakebites like every emo kid in the early 2000’s, but I can’t quite reason with him having them. Belphegor seems like the type to have an oral fixation, and that was bad news even when he wore faux lip rings, as he would absentmindedly end up gnawing on them while he was deep in thought, so the actual piercings just never worked out for him.

Also, will absolutely play with and tug on nipple piercings if available. He's a menace and you will have to stop him from chipping a damn tooth on the metal because he finds them fascinating to touch with his hands or with a more... mouth-on approach.

♡ Esper Mammon

Okay so I know it doesn’t really make sense for them because I think Mammon is kind of a wuss when it comes to physical pain, but the thought of the nation’s emo illusionist with at least some snakebites or venom piercings gives me so much serotonin so just let me have this.

The little ends of their tongue piercings would be a favorite of their partners! Their tongue piercing isn’t super obvious because their tongue stays in their mouth (except for certain occasions that only y/n would know about). They can imagine them wearing curved barbells or rings in their snakebite piercings and they just move so funnily when they’re emoting (their oh-so-common displeased face and pout) and it’s soooo frickin cute.

And to be a little thirsty up in here, the contrasting feeling of cold titanium and the way the metal knocks into your teeth when you’re making out (and Mammon gets pretty nasty when they feel like it) and the smoothness of the ball ends when you run your tongue over their jewelry never fails to send a shiver down your spine. They absolutely cannot deny that it makes their head spin, and maybe the initial piercing pain and complex healing process was worth it if the end result was this fun.

♡ Hayato Gokudera

He has quite a few ear piercings from his youth, and I can definitely see him rocking an eyebrow piercing in the future. He doesn’t think too hard about the sex appeal of it all, he just never really grew out of his emo phase clearly and still appreciates the aesthetics of it. It doesn’t soften his tough exterior at all, and he has lived his whole life not caring about how approachable he was.

That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t awaken something in him when his s/o compliments his choice of jewelry and how well his body mods suit him! The first few times they mention it, he’s a blushing mess; Later on, he takes that as a chance to show his thanks for the kind words ;)

Tattoo and piercing shop au Hayato would have me on my knees bro if he ever took up a job as a piercer, I would be a regular…

When you first walk in, the receptionist tells you that he’s the guy you booked with and initially you’re like ‘omg he’s terrifying I’m gonna die’ but then he flashes a small smile and tells you to sit and make yourself comfortable in the sterile room and he’ll be right back… and of course he returns with his hair up in a small ponytail and glasses perched on his tall nose, adjusting his black nitrile gloves before adjusting his equipment. Now you’re like, ‘oh I could get on board with this’. He doesn’t make small talk at all, but will check and double check, maybe even triple check to ensure that the marking and placement and everything is as you wish. And his hands are so steady that you take a deep breath in and breathe out as he instructs and suddenly, you’re rockin some delicious new jewelry and you’re forkin’ up a fat tip because that man is so damn foine and good at his job duh. For my voice lovin’ baddies in chat the way his voice rumbles deep in his chest when he whispers works like cat purring. I think that is the science behind it all.

#khr #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #khr x you #esper mammon #belphegor khr #gokudera x reader #hayato gokudera #khr au #skull khr #arcobaleno skull #skull imagines #gokudera headcanons #belphegor x reader #mammon x reader

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

#Stardew valley #most common meeting place for me and my girlfriend is level 20 of the mines #I'm so proud of her 🥲 #i give her spicy eel that i got from killing monsters in the skull caverns #seriously can you imagine having someone like that in your town lmao

[attyattlaw]

survivor's guilt

#one piece #trafalgar law #one piece fanart #op1081 spoilers #heart pirates #the small skull is meant to be lami but how tf am i suppose to draw that #i didnt wanna do hair bc thats a cop out + then i had to draw everyones hair for consistency #i painted her hairclip on and then removed it bc it looks stupid sitting there clipped to nothing #anyway idt the hearts are dead but man can u imagine having 3 traumatic instances of survivors guilt now

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

#you people are becoming my guinea pigs for my finally learning how to communicate information via comics. a thing ive needed to practice at #also BLEGH. YUCK. andrew hussie was right candy makes you sick. this is a little too saccharine for me. yeesh. let me get back to the meat. #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #isat fanart #in stars and time fanart #isat siffrin #isat loop #sifloop #doodlebyte #'let me get back to the meat' i say eyeing something similarly sickly in my sketches. at least it's mildly tormented as a counterbalance... #you people have no idea how much im having to stay my own hand. oh i can draw miserable nudity but the most basic of fluff? visceral #anyway i dont know the logistics of picking up a glass eye or where loop got money (besides pilfering from siffrin) & ive previously drawn #sif with a vague blank middle-grey eye as either being scarred over or a blank occular prosthesis put in quickly at the nearest town #i dont know that they'd have a glass eye during the game but considering prosthesis are reccomended to keep the skull etc from deforming #id imagine it would probably come up postgame as something to do now theyre not on a time limit trying to save the country #plus i assume that having it gouged at by a sadness wasnt exactly a clean wound by any measure #all this to say. idk i just wanted to get some information across in comic form to Test my Abilities #and we're far enough down now to say my absolute most wretchingly sweet fluff headcanon that actually inspired this #which is that i think siffrin gets into the habit of not wearing the eyepatch around loop so they kinda match. #and as a signifier to the other that they're letting their guard down around them. vulnerability etc. #just kinda wearing it around their neck so they don't lose it

[saucywendeee]

💀❤️💀

#matching skull masks <3 ;DD #i just imagine they bonk their heads together as a greeting #also def ghost gave that mask to soap #either that or soap stole and repainted it but obv ghost thought it was cute he wanted to match so he didn't get mad #in fact ghost asks soap to wear it all the time saying it looks good on him #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod #mw2 #mwii #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #fanart #illustration #digital art

[quintinh43]

Washing their back/hair in the shower.

oooo i could see luke loving his girlfriend washing his hair and she always does he curl routine for him

Toast my love 🥹 Thank you for requesting

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The buzzer blared through the speakers of the TV, and you winced. The devils lost 5-4 in a shootout. Luke looked absolutely exhausted in his post game interview. It ticked you off a little that they made him do them so often. It's like they forgot he was a rookie sometimes.

Lukey The Loml: Be at urs in 20

You: Ok, drive safe love. See you in 20 ❤️

You paced around your apartment anxiously while you waited. You heard his footsteps in the hall, and before he even had a chance to stick his key in the lock, you were flinging the door open and holding your arms out to him.

Luke stepped over the threshold of the door, dropped his bag, and collapsed into your arms with a sigh. The height difference has him hunching over awkwardly for him to bury his face against your neck. His arms lock around your waist, and he sighs, melting further into the warmth of your body.

You card your fingers through his curls, fingers catching on all the knots from wearing his helmet for so long. You tug him further into your apartment, kicking the door shut as you go. He doesn't protest when you lead him to the bathroom and detangle him from your embrace to turn on the shower.

"You played so well, my darling boy," you say softly, helping him strip.

He gives you a tired smile, "Thanks, baby."

You make quick work of your own clothing and pull him into the shower. He groans, rolling his shoukders as the hot water hits his back. "Fuck I'm tired," he mutters attempting to run a hand through his hair. His fingers catch on the tangles, and he grunts frustratedly, yanking at his hair.

"Sit down, darling, I got you," you say, tugging his hand from his hair gently, and guiding him to sit on the shower seat, he does so without complaint, closing his eyes and ducking his head under the hot stream of water. He rests his hands on your hips, rubbing gentle circles with the pads of his thumbs.

You pop open the shampoo bottle, squirting some in your palms and lathering it up. The scent of coconut and vanilla melds with the steam, and your fingers delve into his curls once again, massaging at his scalp expertly. He melts against you with a happy sigh, his forehead resting against your torso.

Luke will never get tired of having you wash his hair, and honestly, you'll never get tired of washing it for him. Your fingers move in gentle cirlcles from the top of his head to his temples to the back of his neck. You detach the shower head and rinse the shampoo out of his hair before reaching for the conditioner.

You spread it all over your palms and drag your hands through the ends of his hair, working out all the knots with practiced ease. Luke had never been a post game ritual guy. As long as he had a shower, snack, and got to sleep, he was good. Until you came along, with your whirlwind of hair products and showed him the wonders of having his hair washed by another person.

Now, whenever he had the opportunity, he pulled you into the shower with him and made you wash and style his hair. You scrub him down gently and rinse out the conditioner. If he notices the floral scent of the body wash, rather than whatever the fuck Night panther smells like, he doesn't comment. Although you know he likes your bodywash better.

You hand Luke a towel and wrap one around yourself before padding to the bedroom and grabbing a change of clothes for the pair of you. Sweats and a hoodie for Luke, and one of his sweat shirts and shorts for yourself.

Luke takes the change of clothes from you and plants a kiss on your temples, "Thank you, baby."

As soon as the two of you are clothed, Luke is hoisting you onto the bathroom counter and standing between your legs patiently, his hands rest on your thighs, tracing shapes absent-mindedly. You lock your legs around his hips, ensuring he's as close as possible while you run product through his still wet hair.

Leave in conditioner, scrunch, then gel and scrunch again.

You twirl a couple of wonky looking curls around your finger to make them coil neatly. You twist around to wash the product off your hands and then pull him in for a sweet kiss. Luke kisses you back softly, cupping your face with so much care that it makes your heart gooey in your chest.

You pull away, panting softly as you rest your forehead against his. "Come on, i'll make you a snack and we'll cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Ok?"

Luke can't resist pressing another kiss to your lips, hoping he can pour all the love he feels into it. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"It's nothing darling, that's what I'm here for," you shrug.

"I love you so much," he murmurs, pressing fluttering kisses to your cheeks, "more than I have words for,"

Your cheeks warm, and you smile shyly.

"I love you too, my darling, with my whole heart."

#luke hughes #lh43 #lukey pookie #our curley haired boy #this was so fun to write #my uni assignment is staring holes into my skull as i write this #yes im poking fun at old spice names #nhl imagine #luke hughes x you #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x reader

[yukipri]

Jaster Mereel, having just decided that this brave, grubby orphan is going to be his Foundling. His name is Jango Fett.

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#Jaster Mereel #Jango Fett #True Mandalorians #artists on Tumblr #Mandalorian #Star Wars Legends #Artist comments: Back with some new Jaster & Jango art! #It’s been a while but I’ve been thinking of them a lot again #and have a lot more True Mandalorians projects planned for this year! #(and for anyone who asks #I don’t have a single face claim for Jaster #But I think Taika Waititi + Oscar Isaac + Dev Patel (older imagining Green Knight) all sorta fit my image of him! #Also yeah he's got a Mythosaur skull under his left eye #and a lightning bolt scar like the Mythosaur skull symbol on his right brow #he's like the Ultimate divine chosen Mand'alor to me okay

[euphorictruths]

#celestial #skulls #skeletons #stars #otherworldly #spirits #space garden #outer space #astral #beautiful #beauty #escape #pretty #art #dark #spiritual #nature #healing #imagination #dreamy #enchanted #magic #dark art #portals #divine guidance #earthy #green #flowers

[siriusly-the-best-bi]

Sometimes you read a book where a kid stuffs fruit in his cargo shorts and you’re laughing at the absurdity, but then sometimes your an adult at the airport stuffing apples into the pockets of your cargo pants thinking god fucking dammit the sun lamp kid was right

#for the record im dressed in all black and skulls #a nico kin since middle school #so you can imagine my disdain #tho i am an avid cargo pants wearer #bi.f.shit #tsats #will solace #nico di angelo #the sun and the star #rick riordan #percy jackson #solangelo

[r0-boat]

If requests are still open and it's not too much trouble, can I request Bull Guzma, Adaman, and Leon reacting to S/o pregnancy? (Ps Please have a Happy Thanksgiving.)

Aaaaaa Happy Thanksgiving this is my gift to you! I'm grateful for all my readers!

Bullfarm au! Pokemen react to S/o's pregnancy

(feat. Guzma, Adaman, Leon)

Cw: pregnancy talk, all about babies!

Guzma

Puffing out his chest in Pride strutting around like he's the giant bull on the farm, he's a winner, and he knows it, wearing the fact that he is The Big Bad Guzbull with a pregnant mate as a badge of honor, rubbing it in the faces of all the other Bulls that he was the one who claimed S/o. With you by his side he feels as though he could take on the sun and win. Behind that prideful bull was a terrified one. Frantic and worried for your safety, he demanded and even forced you to stay in this soft nest of blankets that he had stolen and made for you. This big bad ball Cooing soft words of endearment as he snuggles closer to you to keep you warm. Refusing for you to go anywhere else but by his side because to him he is the only one that can protect you and if anything happens to you he would never forgive himself.

Promising to you that he would be the best father to your calf. As big bad, and rough as he still appears to be, he has vowed to leave the life of troublemaking behind him when he first arrived on the farm. He wants to be an excellent example for his child, a good father, a fatherly figure he didn't have.

The bulls that see Guzma for what he betrays himself to be will never understand how soft and sweet he really was. Brushing his head against yours as his eyes glaze over feeling his fingertips gently brushing against your tummy.

But you don't understand why he still puts on this tough exterior.

" it's to protect you." he murmurs now rubbing his face against your tummy. "Cuz no male will ever bother ya if they know who they will be messing with."

Adaman

Impatient Adaman over worries and over prepares for the arrival of his child because the longer he waits the more anxiety he feels. What if something goes wrong?! What if another hybrid tries to hurt you?! What if you don't sur-. Is grateful that you're always there to soothe his anxieties before they spiral. The only thing you could do now is prepare and make sure you are pampered.

Adaman is a busy bull, he knows he couldn't waste his time worrying he'd rather be caught dead then under prepared if you need him he needs to be ready for anything. He couldn't be wasting time so there he was you're serious hard-working bull fluffing the nest he had prepared for you for the fifth time before going to the orchard part of the farm to grab you and sneak you some fruits. He needs to make sure you are healthy he needs to make sure that you are eating. Because of your healthy his child is healthy.

It finally got your busy bull to cuddle with you after trying to convince him that you'll be fine and it's okay to relax with you occasionally. Adaman finally relents as he joins you in the nest, wrapping his arms around you, finally enjoying this cute moment, his hands feeling your stomach, his heart touching whole. For your sake, he will take breaks, but he's reminded why he is trying to get ready. It was for you and his future child.

Leon

Happiest bull in the world as soon as he found out, he told any bull who would listen about the calf that was coming Raihan was already sick of Leon since his child was all he would talk about. Sonia and Milo thought it was cute I know is that possibly most new parents go through that phase . Staying glued to your side with that big smile on his face, Leon was already a very lovey person, now it seems like He can't keep his hands off you! As if leaving your side is torture even when you have to work chores on the farm Leon won't be too far away watching intently until you're finished so he could scoop you up and have you all to himself once again. It seems like that's all he wants to do now. When he is not sparring with others on the farm he's cuddling and laying with you in the nest whining when you try to get up and leave him. Giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes until you cave to his demands.

This whole body is practically against you, his face buried into your neck, mooing to you about what a beautiful parent you'll become—vowing you that he'll be the best father. If you are ever feeling scared or doubtful, Leon will instantly ease those fears, because he knows that you are a hard-working kind and caring person and you will try your best and your child will love you unconditionally!

He knows that there will still be some time till your child is born, but he can't help but fantasize about holding them in his arms—the baby he made with his beloved mate. And you already look so cute laying in the blankets, your belly already beginning to show. Laying his head against your tummy, his tail thumping against the hay from how hard it's wagging.

#Damn the anime did guzma sooo right #pokemon guzma #guzma x reader #leon x reader #champion leon #adaman x reader #pokemon legends arceus #cw pregnancy #pokemon imagines #guzma pokemon #bullfarmau #pokemon x reader #pla adaman #Pla Adaman x reader #skull boss guzma

[marc--chilton]

house finding wilson ""interesting"" amongst a literal crowd of thousands is one thing but then to be proven right later when wilson flips his lid at a bar. theyre literally fanfiction but real but not

#house md #hilson #interesting is very subjective but whatvevr #one has to wonder how wilson felt during all that too #theyre freaks. affectionate and an insult #imagine getting served divorce papers right before big fuckoff conference for doctor things #and you blow your top because of a song on repeat so you cause property damage #only to get bailed out later by a guy who's sort of been stalking you all day with his blue x ray eyes #then you guys become best friends but also he makes jokes about wanting to fuck you a Lot #i want to study him like a little rat i wanna crack open his skull and touch his grey matter and see what twitches #anyway. im normal now

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

#my art #scritches #hi would you like a bone man #randall tier #saber tooth tiger #bones #skulls #body horror #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #i imagine him still being alive as this creature. like more monster than man but living his best life #but also this ended up being more inspired by randall tier and less him Exactly #i have another drawing on the way thats more of him as a character #i just wanted to draw some bones #sndbfvvgdhsj

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

so Dust really doesn't have a head?? what happened to him??

(first the handplates, then this...)

Past Dust: aw… missing something? Past Ink: you're gonna be missing teeth if you don't give that back Past Dust: heh… if you want me to give this back so bad, why don't you MAKE ME. Past Ink: … (meanwhile) Past Nightmare: Don't you understand? Everything you're doing is fruitless. There is no aim to your actions. What's the point in sparing me when you know I'm not really your brother anymore? I don't care for you. Past Dream: There is aim to my actions. There is a reason. I- Nightmare. Please understand when I say- Past Dust, in the distance: (SCREAMING)

#dust sans #ink sans #nightmare sans #dream sans #implied violence #threats #eye strain #eye contact #past events #apparently Ink decided that since teeth are bones the rest of Dust's skull was free game #idk maybe Dust should've stolen the red vial instead (joke) #Ink really said ':3 /threat' #also imagine being such an eyesore that you need an eye strain tag on every post you're in LMAO #queue

[driftingballoons]

He’s not buying it

#Treecko #skitty #chatot #pokemon doodles #original art #There’s no way they wouldn’t try this #Now assume the timeline is stable enough that this isn’t a real peril #Bc Hero is still technically from the future #But I like to imagine this becomes an inside joke at the Guild #“You can’t do that it’ll change the timeline and Hero will disappear” #“Sorry Team Skull if you don’t let us beat your asses the timeline will be disrupted and I’ll disappear!” #Etc etc

[roseboysstuff]

Hellos! I really like you’re writing, so I have a smol request. Guzma being a dom (and potentially breeding) to a ftm childhood friend?

I will happily oblige I love a good guzma fic and there is like no ftm smut for him Also explanation of the nickname that I gave reader in the tags

Guzma had known you since you both were young. You had stuck with him even when he started Team skull, and although you never technically joined the team, all of the grunts loved you and treated you like a brother. They all had a nickname for you, they called you baby blue. Guzma was especially protective of you, he knew what being associated with his team meant for you. His feelings for you were clear, and you reciprocated them. Everyone in the team was supportive of both your trans identity, and guzma being the gayest of the gays for you. One night, he locked the door to his room, and sat on his throne, pulling you onto his lap. "Gunna make ya feel good, baby blue. My baby blue." And with that he lowered you onto his cock, thrusting into your pussy. He was slow, making sure you could really feel it. His cock twitched as he entered you, he loved the feeling of your pussy around him. It was heaven. The best friend he had grown up with, spent most of his life with, now his boyfriend who he loved with all his heart. He cherished these intimate moments. You got to see parts of him no one else did. His soft, affectionate side was all yours. And he wanted to remind you of that side, the side that would protect and love you, even as he fucked up into you, filling your cunt with his cock. He loved your little moans and whimpers, all the little noises that were forced from your lungs as you rode his cock, gripping onto his shoulders for support. "Gonna fill ya up, my sweet boy. Get ya all full of my seed." And he did just that, his cock twitched as he filled your tight pussy with his seed, making it drip back down out of you, even as he kept himself inside you.

#the nickname came about because the male members of team skull have blue hair #and the baby part is coz in this i imagine team skull see reader as a little brother #ftm reader #male reader #x reader #guzma x reader #guzma x ftm reader #guzma x male reader #guzma smut

[unknownimagineblog]

Just Say It // N.R

Warning(s): cursing, brief mentions of blood & gore, angst w/ a happy ending, long post

You were an anomaly to the team, mostly when it pertained to your abilities and their usage.

When working, rarely was it around the rest of the group. Rather, you’d be sent in after missions for reasons undisclosed to them, or sent alone altogether. If you were along with the team for a mission, it was hard to even entice you to speak.

The team wasn’t complaining about your presence tho, they were rather relieved you’d been around most of the time. Your proficiency in hand to hand combat rivaled that of Natasha’s, so you weren’t a hinderance to their mission, wether with them or away.

But another issue that cloaked you in mystery, was the fact you didn’t live at the compound like the rest of them, and rarely showed to any functions, events, or parties. Tony always extended an olive branch, yet you always denied him with a soft shake of your head.

Somehow, throughout your silent treatment, you got along well with two members of the team in particular.

Wanda was one of them, if outwardly appearance showed correctly. Anytime you were around, whether it be pre-mission planning or taking up space in the common room, you had always had an affliction to Wanda.

You’d sit down next to her with the warm smile you seemed to always bare, and she’d go on to tell you her activities that had transpired the past week. Sometimes she’d discuss her interests, and tried to prod at your own, but you only brushed her off with a wave of your hand.

Next was Natasha, although you were not as friendly to her as much as you were with Wanda. You’d always spar with her, and somehow give her a worthy opponent every time. With your soft smile, and kind eyes, you always lifted her off the mat after putting her on her ass.

And when you both weren’t sparring, you’d sit across the couch from her as she rewatched some spy movie for the millionth time. You never spoke up, and you never ruined the silence that always seemed to befall you both. In the beginning, Natasha felt uncomfortable about your silent presence, but now it had grown to be a constant. The movies never felt the same without you.

It made her wonder what Clint found so terrifying about you.

Clint always paled in your presence, and outright refused missions when you were involved. He’d go so far as to make his exit known whenever you arrived in the same room, and you looked almost sad to see him leave every time.

Natasha asked about it one night, turning the volume down on the TV in hopes that, maybe, you’d speak to her this one time. But you only shook your head, and the apologetic smile upon your face didn’t meet your eyes. You looked sad, and Natasha swore she watched tears well up in your eyes. She felt bad for even asking.

You had been scarce around the compound after that, much more than you were before. You did not linger after missions, and you no longer trained with the team. You’d give them a smile that never reached your eyes, then made your leave every time you had come into contact with them.

The next time Natasha had been around you was relieving, but questionable, considering the rather classified mission Fury had conscripted you both to do.

You both sat in the briefing room, minus the rest of the team, as Director Fury discussed your next mission. It was a recovery mission of a rather dangerous asset, and Fury was adamant on the retrieval of said asset be as easy as possible.

Quirking a brow in Natasha’s direction, Fury seemed to pick up on the question that hid within your gaze.

“She’s only a precautionary measure to ensure the safety of yourself, and the asset.” He said, and you were quick to push yourself from your chair. The stony glare on your face showed that you were not happy with this idea, and Natasha felt offended at the change in your demeanor.

“I know you work alone.” Fury said, not daunted by your uncharacteristic outburst. “But I assure you, she’s there if anything goes south. If the asset steps out of line in anyway, she will prioritize your safety over anything else.”

Fury seemed to turn to Natasha in a silent plea for support, but you were having none of it.

I do not need a guard dog. You signed aggressively, and Natasha was almost shocked to see you communicate with anyone so openly. You’d never signed to the team, and hadn’t even shown any indication that you even knew how.

Another issue came with the fact Natasha had no idea what you were signing to Fury. She had a basic knowledge of sign from what Clint had taught her, but nothing as advanced as you were using.

She almost felt left out of this squabble between you, and the Director.

“She will wear ear plugs throughout the duration of the mission.” Fury said, rubbing his temples to show his growing frustration. “Does that make you happy?”

You aggressively pushed the chair you had been occupying under the table, before slamming the door of the briefing room as you walked out.

“Is she that upset that I’m joining her on the mission?” Natasha spoke up a few moments after they had both been staring at the door in silence.

Fury sighed.

“If she was that upset about you joining her, she would’ve said it.” He said, before pointing toward the door. “Now go get your shit ready for the mission, you’re leaving now.”

—

The entire ride to the extraction point of the asset was silent, and you barely even acknowledged Natasha’s presence besides a few glances from the corner of your eye.

You were obviously upset from the way you kept sighing every time you looked at her, or the hunched way you sat in the copilot seat on the quinjet.

Natasha desperately wanted to discuss what happened in the briefing room, but the ear plugs within her ears caused every sound around her to be silent. Not even the quinjet could be heard, and it was almost unnerving.

She knew better than to question Fury on a precaution like ear protection, but it still left her with questions. What was so worth losing one of her greatest senses for? Why did you not have to wear them?

Finally, the jet landed in an open lot with various warehouses lining the perimeter.

Seemingly knowing the exact one the asset was within, you waved Natasha in the direction you had began walking toward. She followed at a slower pace, allowing herself to gain situational awareness with her vision, rather than relying on her hearing, or lack thereof.

Approaching the warehouse, Natasha noticed blood covering almost the entirety of the concrete floor and littered with corpses. She recognized the uniforms upon the mutilated bodies, and realized they were belonging to SHEILD agents.

Her hand moved to the gun holstered upon her thigh, but you caught her wrist to stop her. You shook your head, before trudging deeper in the darkness of the warehouse.

As both your eyes adjusted to the lack of light, there was a girl standing alone among the bodies. Like a grotesque centerpiece to the carnage.

The girl noticed your presence but before she could advance on your position, you opened your mouth to speak, causing the girl to stop in her tracks.

Natasha could not hear a single word coming from your mouth, and couldn’t exactly read your lips from standing next to you, but she knew you were speaking. It was daunting to see such a thing, and it seemed so out of character.

What the hell was going on?

You approached the girl, and when Natasha moved to follow, your jutted out your palm as an indication for her to stay behind. She felt uneasy about it, but listened to your instruction.

You continued to speak to the girl as you approached, if your jaw moving was any indication as Natasha was forced to stare at your back.

Minutes ticked by that felt like hours as your approached the mutant girl, and once you were within arms reach of her, the girl seemed to collapse into your arms. You hoisted up her unconscious form easily, and began to make your way back to the jet.

Even as Natasha piloted the quinjet back to the compound, the uneasy feeling had yet to leave her gut.

—

Upon returning, the recovered mutant asset was met with armored SHEILD agents anticipating her arrival. They took her unconscious body from your grasp before restraining her in a multitude of ways, and you watched from the jet as the carted her away.

Once the asset was out of sight with her cavalry of agents, Natasha was quick to rip the plugs from her ears. You turned to her with that warm smile upon your face again, but it fell the moment you noticed how tense she had become.

“What the hell was that?” Natasha said, and you seemed bewildered as you held up your hands in silent defense. She quickly slapped your hands down. “Don’t give me that, I know you can speak.”

You took a defensive step back, and your eyes glanced toward the door into the compound. The cogs of your brain started to turn, and Natasha noticed you were thinking of making a break for it. She then took a step to the left, ultimately blocking your exit.

You glared at her.

“Are you not going to answer me?” Natasha said, her tone still aggressive. She realized frustration began to tense at your muscles too, and she decided to see how far she could push this until your resolve for silence finally broke.

“Why is that murderous girl so worthy of you to speak to her, but not even the team? Not even me?” She spoke. Your frustrated glare turned questionable when you had realized her words, until you remembered you were upset with her sudden outburst, and your gaze became hostile again.

Your eyes were still glancing toward the door, calculating your possible escape even as she grew more aggressive toward you. Natasha realized she was going to have to push your frustration harder as she stepped into your personal space, practically chest to chest with you now.

“Seriously?” Natasha scoffed. She noticed the muscles of your jaw begin to tighten, but you made no effort to regain your personal space. Your eyes screwed shut, and you refused to even look at her anymore as she continued to assault you with questions.

“Did you think I was just going to let this go?” Natasha continued to chastise you, and you shook your head as your eyes remained shut. “Why have you never spoke to us?”

Your lips twitched, and Natasha froze as she watched you. She was hoping to hear you say something, but realized she had pressed you too far the moment she noticed the tears slipping down your cheeks.

Using her shoulder to shove her away, you retreated toward the doorway as you aggressively wiped the tears from your eyes.

Natasha watched the door slam shut behind you once again, and she felt guilt replace that uneasy feeling inside her. She realizes now she shouldn’t have chastised you as hard as she did, considering your desperation to even try to speak to her.

Then, without a sound Clint approached from behind her as she watched your retreat.

“She’s as silent as ever, I see.” Clint said, with a slight resentment in his tone, and his sudden presence caused Natasha to jump. He glanced her over, with a question on his brow. “She mess’ you up that bad?”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Natasha said, but Clint didn’t fail to notice her grow defensive once again.

“You mean to tell me she didn’t speak to you?” He asked, and now Natasha was growing confused all over again. “That’s not what that whole ordeal was about?”

“Great. Now you’re both being cryptic.” Natasha sighed, with a roll of her eyes. She shook her head, before sighing. “Why do you even despise her so much?”

“I don’t despise her.” Clint said, in a matter of fact tone that furthered Natasha’s sour mood. “I actually owe her our friendship, but it cost the friendship I had with her.”

“If you’re going to keep speaking in riddles, you might as well just shut up.”

“Natasha, I was going to kill you.” Clint said, with a heavy sigh as if the weight of that mission still sat upon his shoulders. “She’s the reason I didn’t release the arrow.”

—

He remembered the mission briefing, and how hesitant you had been to even participate in such an endeavor. Clint could see it on your face, especially when you glanced his way to see if he agreed with your uncertainties.

“Clint will deliver the killing blow.” Fury spoke, and you cringed at the idea. You were always the passive one in the friendship between you, and Clint. “And if he somehow misses-”

You raised a hand to stop Fury’s tangent, already knowing where it was going to go.

Even after the briefing was over you remained behind in silence, even as Fury had vacated the room. Clint stared at you in silence, and you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.

“You don’t think we should do it.” Clint’s voice filled the air, and you sighed even hearing such words spoke aloud.

This is not right. You signed, and it was his turn to sigh.

“She’s dangerous.”

She’s a victim.

“We don’t know her intentions.”

Why not help her?

“Let’s just go, perform the mission, and leave it behind us.” He groaned, and rubbed his hand across his face. “That’s all we can do.”

Weeks passed from such conversation between you, and your closest friend. And now, you both sat atop a roof within a city you couldn’t pronounce to track the target you had been searching for.

She had only moved below the cover of night, and her head swiveled around herself as she walked through the alleyway. Clint pulled the string of his bow taught as he trained his aim upon her back, he released a steady breath in preparation to release the arrow.

That was, until you spoke up.

“Don’t shoot.” You said calmly, barely loud enough for him to hear you.

Clint’s body began to tingle with a warm feeling prickling at his skin, opposing the harsh cold air of the night upon the rooftop. He turned toward you with an absolute look of betrayal upon his face.

His body worked against every plea he had to complete the mission assigned to both of you, to release the arrow within his hand. But rather, Clint replaced the arrow within his quiver.

“Stop!” Clint plead, but his body made no effort to oppose your words. “She’s dangerous, we can’t allow her to live.”

“Look at her.” You said, and his head snapped in her direction. “She’s not much different from a scared kid.”

“More like a cornered animal.”

“Either way, I think she’d be a good agent for SHIELD.” You said, and he grit his teeth at the words he knew were about to leave your mouth. With a look of sympathy, you spoke again. “Go recruit her.”

Clint grit his teeth in attempted defiance, before his body forced himself to perform your words. You watched as he approached the red headed woman in the alleyway below, before turning away to make your way toward the extraction point.

You were happy to see Clint arrive awhile after you, with the red head in tow.

During the debrief of the mission, Fury was beyond furious with both of your performances during the mission, although you took all the blame. You had betrayed Clint’s trust, and had gone off mission with an unauthorized use of your power against a fellow agent.

You were lucky that the only thing destroyed after the mission was your close friendship with Clint, considering Fury had half a mind to toss you into a super human prison for your insubordination. The only thing riding on your freedom was the possibility that Natasha might become a true asset to SHIELD.

—

“If you betrayed the agency, she was going to be sent to a maximum security prison for life.” Clint said in summary of his story, with a heavy sigh. “She risked everything.”

Natasha shook her head, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the story shared. “Why’d you listen if you were so adamant on killing me?”

“You don’t get it do you?” Clint said, with confusion creasing his brow. “She has the power of absolute suggestion. Everything she says has to be enacted out by anyone who hears, no matter the circumstance.”

Everything that conspired had suddenly began to make more, and more sense. Like your oath of silence, and Fury mentioning you would’ve said that you didn’t want Natasha to join you.

Suddenly, an overwhelming urge to chase after you flooded within Natasha. She quickly apologized to Clint, before rushing through the door she saw you escape to only awhile ago.

“Where is she?” Natasha asked the few teammates within the common room. Wanda hadn’t even looked up from the book in her lap, but rather just lifted a hand to point down the hallway behind her. She could hear Natasha’s rushed footsteps fade as she continued to chase after you.

Finally, Natasha was able to see your retreating form down the hallway, and her steps began to pick up.

“Wait!” She called out to you, fearing that you were once again going to run away from the questions, from the team, from her.

Much to her surprise, you stopped before turning her way. There were still tear tracks stained across your cheeks, and Natasha suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty. You had risked everything to allow Natasha to be here, a part of the greatest team of superheroes to exist, and as payment she had left you crying.

Rather than speaking, Natasha simply rushed forward to wrap you within a hug. You seemed overwhelmed by the sudden display of affection from the usually bristly assassin, and wondered just where this uncharacteristic outburst had come from.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled into your shoulder, and she felt you tense under her grasp. Pulling away, Natasha placed her hands upon our cheeks to wipe away the aftermath of your crying.

You continued to stare at her in confusion, before shaking your head as much as you were able as a silent way to tell her don’t be.

“I am.” Natasha pleaded with you. She felt tears prick at her eyes, as the feelings bubbling within her began to grow overwhelming. Leaning forward, she placed her forehead against your own as she closed her eyes.

“You we’re the only person who believed in me, who thought I deserved a second chance.” Natasha said, her voice wavering as she willed herself not to sob. “You risked everything, and looking back, even I think that was a stupid decision! I was a loaded gun just waiting for the perfect opportunity to go off, and we both would’ve faced the consequences of those actions.”

You looked at her, and if she opened her eyes, she’d see the soft smile that sat upon your face. You had begun crying with her, and she continued to rant about you.

“Why?” She asked you before a sob ripped through her chest. “What made you look at me, and think I deserved mercy? I was cold blooded, and ruthless.”

Rather than waiting for her to finish her rant, you silenced her yourself as you leaned against her to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. You sighed into the kiss, and you felt her tension melt into you.

Pulling away from you, she shook her head as fresh tears began to fall down her cheeks. You reached up to wipe them away, before tucking a stray red lock behind her ear.

“Because I love you, Natasha Romanoff.”

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