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lazycats-stuff · 3 months

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HEYYY, firstly how are you! I wanted to ask if you could write about a teen male reader with the Batfam. He is kinda like the winter soldier if you know what I mean ( skilled fighter, metal arm..), since he lived with the Batfam he was doing a good mental recovery, but one day he goes back to winter soldier mode on the fam, and they try to get him back to normal again, idk

Thanks you bye !

Hi anon, I'm well and I hope you are doing okay too. I can do it, no worries.

Summary: (Y/N) gets back into the Winter Soldier mode.

Warnings: implications of torture, mind control, mentions of Hydra, Bruce is sad for (Y/N), some violence... And everything else that goes with Hydra and brain washing.

The road to recovery is often a long one. Bruce thought of it when he first saw (Y/N), aka the Winter Soldier. The infamous one, a ghost within the intel community. Many people didn't believe that the Winter Soldier even existed. But the trail of neat and clean murders was the one thing that made Bruce think there is something more.

Of course, the way to get (Y/N) was hell. Hell being and understatement of the decade. Bruce at one thought that he was indeed chasing a Ghost, but something in his mind told him that the Winter Soldier was real. Something in his gut made him chase that ghost.

Months of chasing, fighting and hoping he would be alive by the next encounter, they finally got him. Bruce was lucky to be alive. He hugged all of his kids right then and there. (Y/N) was put into a glass box, strong enough to contain Bane.

(Y/N) refused to back down, refused to retreat. He punched the glass of the cage with his metal arm and some were worried that he would actually brake it. Bruce knew that even if he broke the glass, he had no handler anymore.

His organization has been destroyed. Everyone important was caught. Those who weren't... Well, their time was running out. They may have scattered like rats, but you can bet your ass on anything that the League would find them all. Especially since they didn't burn down their base. One hell of a mistake.

Bruce and the rest searched through the base and they found something that can only be considered as a holy grail when it comes to someone who was brainwashed.

A dark red book, bounded in leather, with all the trigger words written on those pages... Bruce knew that he has hit a jackpot. He looked through them and then has decided to burn it. They also found the footage of (Y/N)'s brainwashing,

The footage, as much as it is damning, making it very easy to persecute anyone they needed, it was also nauseating. (Y/N) was tortured with electricity, memory wiped with electricity... Worse of all, (Y/N) fighting.

It had shaken Bruce to his core and made him triple check the manor security and it has made him check on his sons 5 times that night. He couldn't sleep at all. He refused to sleep that one single evening and night.

And when he stood in front of the glass cage, (Y/N) looked utterly defeated. He was sitting down, looking down at his metal arm and his human arm. He seemed mad beyond belief that he was even caught. Bruce knew he would have to be delicate and gentle with this (Y/N). He had taken the book with him, to try and have some sort of leverage.

And to show him that he was free. (Y/N) was finally free of the mental shackles that they have put on him. Bruce took a chair and sat down near the cell, but far enough to make sure that there was some sort of space.

He couldn't have (Y/N) feel cornered.

He sat down, book in his lap. (Y/N) still looked down, but looked up after a few moments.

" They will come and get me back. " (Y/N) said and Bruce wanted to laugh.

" Hydra is gone. " Bruce simply stated and watched (Y/N)'s reaction.

Nothing. Huh.

" Lies. "

Bruce stayed calm and shook his head. " I'm afraid I'm telling you the truth. The book you see in my hands? The book with your trigger words. Do you really think they would hand it over ever so willingly? " Bruce asked, showing him the dark red leather book.

" You are officially free. " Bruce said as and watched the way (Y/N) reacted.

Bruce nearly broke when he saw hope in (Y/N)'s eyes. He never lost hope.

" I'll never be free... " (Y/N) said quietly, looking at his metal arm. Bruce saw that it was not a nice arms, made with quality. While it looked strong, it wasn't made to be comfortable. And Bruce could see the claw marks at the part where the flesh and metal met.

" That may be true. But you can start healing. You can start working through all of the trauma that they put you through. Mental scars will always be there, but I can help you. " Bruce said softly and (Y/N) was still emotionless and with hope glimmering in his eyes, there was something else too. Bruce could only decipher it as happiness, but he knew that (Y/N) would rather die than admit it.

" I'll be with you the entire way. I have a great friend who can help you unpack everything they put you through. And I can give you a better metal arm, something that wouldn't be so uncomfortable and something that reminds you off the organization. " Bruce said as he looked at (Y/N), holding the book close.

" And what about the book? "(Y/N) asked quietly and Bruce knew exactly what (Y/N) meant.

" It will be destroyed by me. I wanted to show you that the thing keeping you in their grasp is destroyed. Well, will be destroyed. " Bruce said as he put the book down on the chair before moving closer.

" And you can officially start your new life. "

" I'm not sure if I can... " (Y/N) said softly and the defenses were slowly cracking.

" I can assure you, you can. You will have to put some work into it, but it will pay off. I'll be there to help you to start. "

" But the feeling of guilt will never go away, will it? "

" After some time it will. One way is to go through therapy and work it out or you can become a hero. But that only if you want it and after you went through therapy. " Bruce said softly.

" Maybe then I'll atone for it... " (Y/N) said softly.

" One step at the time (Y/N). One step at the time. " Bruce said softly.

And that's exactly what has happened at the time. Bruce made sure to be with (Y/N) before and after the therapy sessions. He made sure (Y/N) knew he had support while he was talking to the Black Canary. And once Black Canary said he could start meeting new people, Bruce slowly started bringing his sons around.

Damian knew exactly how (Y/N) felt. Being in that environment is not easy and it's just the battle of the fittest. And one hell of a battle for your mind. You truly had to be strong enough to make sure to not completely break. Somehow, (Y/N) has kept his humanity, but he had to give a part of his soul to keep it.

Jason just talked to him about stuff and has made sure that he has access to TV shows and movies. (Y/N) needed to be connected to the outside world. And also, Jason has been bringing books for (Y/N) to read. Jason took him his favorites and often took him some classics. (Y/N) appreciated it and liked all the recommendations that Jason has brought to him. It was a nice break.

Tim has always sneaked in some snacks and the two would just talk. It was a hell of a time and since (Y/N) has started school, Tim would help with mathematics and some other subjects. (Y/N) couldn't really go to a public school or any type of school, but he still needs his high school diploma.

And Dick? Dick has been involved in making sure that (Y/N) was getting physical activity. (Y/N) was stiff in Dick's opinion and he wanted to make sure (Y/N) felt good in his body too. Dick did stretches, some tricks and considering that (Y/N) did have some knowledge about gymnastics, it was slightly easier. Not to mention, stretches were something that everyone needs.

About a year after being saved, (Y/N) has moved into the Wayne Manor. It was a nice change of scenery for (Y/N). Beautiful manor, garden, not to mention no noises... And Titus, the Great Dane being an emotional support animal for (Y/N)...

(Y/N) was incredibly happy, but had hard time showing it. Everyone knew but didn't comment on it. They were helping him get adjusted to his new life now and they were more than happy to help. And one thing that made (Y/N) happy out of his mind was the fact that he got a new metal arm. It was black, with red, blue and green accents. It was something to signalized that he was a member of the family.

Bruce was going to adopt him soon enough. Just give him some time and he will do it.

But something happened at the two month mark. Something made him reverse back into the Winter Soldier mode. Bruce was certain that they wiped the triggers from his mind. Not to mention, the boys remembered the trigger words, just in case something like this happened and that they could be careful.

But something must have snapped inside of (Y/N). The boys were careful, but something must have gone awry. Something.

Jason and Dick were the first ones to see it and were the first ones to see it and the brunt end of it. Jason was hurled out the window, while Dick was thrown at the wall like a rag doll. The commotion woke Tim up and Damian was curious as to what was going on.

They were also thrown around the room.

" (Y/N), you are not a Winter Soldier, relax! " Jason said as he made his way through the window, grunting at the pain.

" Please, (Y/N) this is not you! " Dick yelled as he gripped his sides, huffing and panting.

(Y/N), seemingly didn't hear anything and nothing was reaching him. The cold and murderous look in his eyes was more than enough to tell them that they had to subdue him.

Somehow.

Damian jumped on (Y/N)'s shoulders, trying to take his metal arm off. Once they get that off, they are going to be fine. They hope at least.

" (Y/N) come on! Fight it! " Damian raised his voice, trying to make (Y/N) see his senses. (Y/N) didn't listen and threw himself into the wall, back first to throw Damian off and then he threw Damian into the shelves, making him groan in pain.

Bruce walked in from the outside and froze in shock. His adopted sons in various stages of pain and (Y/N) in the Winter Soldier mode. Bruce stayed calm as he glanced over his sons.

They were alive and breathing. That's the important thing right now.

" (Y/N) listen to me. " Bruce said softly as he moved closer, quickly checking on his sons, who were all softly confirming that they were good.

" Look at me. Remember me. It's Bruce. You are safe. The Winter Soldier doesn't control you, you control him. " Bruce said, raising his hands in the air, trying to make sure that he didn't look like threatening.

" You control him, remember that. " Bruce said as he quickly checked on Jason.

(Y/N) looked like he was confused and shook his head. Bruce watched in silence as (Y/N) was getting his bearings together. And once he saw tears falling down his cheeks, he swooped in and hugged his son.

(Y/N) wept as Bruce embraced him and everyone, including Alfred, brought him into a hug. It was a tight hug and Bruce refused to let (Y/N) shatter. And (Y/N) felt safe Bruce's embrace, but by God, guilt was eating him alive.

Apologies were falling from his lips and everyone assured him that it wasn't his fault. It really wasn't his fault.

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usernameforaboredcat · 7 months

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Black & Red (Shanks X F!Reader X Mihawk) SMUT

Anonymous request (I got chu)

Just a simple day at the beach drinking turns into something way more hot and steamy than expected.

A long fic, have fun babes

Warning ⚠️: age-gap, threesome, groping, double penetration, deep throating, maybe some others that I forgot idk its sex ya know the type of shit youre signing up for.

“Shaaaanks, come on! It’s too early to drink, we’ll be up all night again”.

“Don’t worry about it so much sweetheart! It’ll be fun!”.

That’s the last coherent conversation I remember before getting shit faced and passing out on a beach with Shanks. No matter how many times I tell myself ‘you gotta stop doing this, I don’t care how hot he is I can’t be drinking this much’ but do I ever listen? No of course not! Have you see him? That man is so hot and fine, all I can do is easily submit to anything he asks. I mean it's not the first time he's easily made me submit to something, which ended in a lot of hookups or alleyway deepthroating. Hehe...

I awaken from my slumber as I feel myself being shaken. “Wakey wakey sweetheart”. I hear an all too familiar and soothing voice. I groan and snuggle more into his chest. “Nooo. You made me drink and gave me a hangover”. I mumble. “Does it make you feel better knowing that I have one too?”. He asks, running his fingers through my hair.

“A little”.

I yawn as I walk back to the cove the crew was camping at, coming back from some private business time…I had to pee. I see the crew already partying and drinking again. Seriously? “Hey! (Y/n)!”. I look towards Shanks, seeing him drinking with an unfamiliar man with a large sword sitting next to him, a long coat and a large hat. “Have you ever heard of the 7 warlords?”. Shanks asks me, the man turning to look at me. “Uh yeah…I’ve heard of them…”. I answer nervously, I think I already know where this is going before he can even finish. “This is Mihawk! An old buddy of mine! He’s one of the warlords”. He explains, using his free hand to usher me over.

I walk over to the two men, Shanks pulling me over to sit on his lap. "Come on (Y/n), don't be shy now and say hi!". He tells me, as if I'm a child. Sir, I'm 20. I turn to look at the warlord, man is he an attractive man. "Hello". I greet him. "Hello, young lady". He greets back. I turn to look up at Shanks, tugging on his shirt to draw his attention to me. "So what's this about? Why are we partying again?". I ask him, tilting my head slightly. He smile and laughs. "Ya know that Luffy kid I told you about? He finally got his first wanted poster!". He answers happily.

I remember him talking about that Luffy kid. Shanks told me how he met him years ago, the dumb little kid who cut his cheek and ate the gum gum fruit. He isn't any younger than me, the more I think about that the more it kinda makes me feel weird. Still, I'd like to meet him one day.

"Huh, look at him". I mutter under my breath, but I know Shanks heard me. As if the conversation is forgotten about, Shanks now holding out a filled cup of booz to me. "Enough yappin! Take a sip, dear". He orders me. 'Uh, I really don't wanna drink'. I take the cup from him, taking a sip from it. "Atta girl". He coos, his hand now sitting on my hip, rubbing up and down with his thumb. I feel a shiver runs down my spine, the feeling of his hand running straight to my core. He knows exactly what he's doing, he knows how to get my body going.

'God, I hate him'.

My breath quickens as I feel a jolt run through my body, whimpers slipping through my lips no matter how hard I try to hide them. "Ssshhh, not so loud baby". Shanks whispers into my ear, his finger not stopping it's abuse on my clit. I throw my head back into his board shoulder. "Sh-Shanks, pleeeease~". I whimper out. "Hm? Please what? Need me to fuck you already?". He asks in a deep tone, his hot breath down my neck. "I-hhh I!". I stumble on my words, needing him to give me just a second to cum. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Shanks". I feel my body freeze, but Shanks doesn't stop. "Oh, hey Mihawk". He pulls his hand away, my legs giving out and I collapse to the forest floor.

"What's up? You leaving already?". Shanks asks the other man. "I was thinking that, yes". Mihawk confirms. "Oh come on, you just got here. Why not have a little fun with (Y/n) and I? I don't mind sharing that pretty face". He offers the man. 'HUH!?'. I turn my head behind me, looking over to the men. I look over to Mihawk, seeing that he's already looking at me dead in the eyes with a hungry look. "You're too open with sharing your toys, Shanks". He comments, taking his sword off his back and setting it against a nearby tree. The two men walk over to me, Mihawk standing in front of me as I feel Shanks crouch behind me. "You don't mind, do you sweetheart?". Shanks asks me, pulling me back so my back is against his hard chest, using his hand to rub my chin. "N-No". I stutter out nervously, looking up into Mihawks almost glowing eyes.

Shanks chuckles as his hand goes down to my shirt, pulling it up to expose my bare chest. "Good girl~". He hums into my ear, nuzzling into my neck. I shiver and shut my eyes as Shanks's cold hand goes down to my chest, groping and grabbing at my tit. I let out a soft moan, feeling him twist and play with my nipple. Shanks's head rises once again, nibbling on my ear lobe. "Come on baby, show the war lord what that mouth of yours can do". He orders. I hum with a nod, finally opening my eyes to look up at the warlord.

I break eye contact to see a growing bulge in his pants, only half hard. I grab the hem of his pants, slowly pulling them down. His half hard shaft rises up slightly, hanging straight out from his body. I reach up and grab him by the base, Mihawk letting out a very quiet groan. I lean forward and close my lips over his tip, licking his tip. I look back up to look into Mihawks eyes, slowly moving my head back and forth as she stares down at me. "Oh don't try and ease me into, unless Shanks hasn’t taught you properly”. He comments in an unimpressive tone.

Shanks chuckles from behind me, his hand sneaking up to the back of my head. “She can take it, I have her working that throat of hers every night like the slut she is”. He responds, gripping my head and moving my head for me. I moan into Mohawks cock as Shanks moves my head for me, shoving me down on his cock more. I cough as I feel myself getting shoved deep down, feeling him deep down my throat. Shanks moves his hand away, but I keep the pace he set and continue to deep throat his cock. “That’s better”. Mihawk compliments. “Yeah, she’s a good girl, aren’t ya sweetheart”. Shanks chuckles, sliding his hand down my back. My body jolts when I feel Shanks’s hand back in my panties, running his finger through my wet folds.

My body shivers as I feel Shanks use a free finger to poke it in and out of my aching pussy, causing me to just need more friction. My body was already so close to being filled, but now we're back to square one. My body is tingling painfully, needing release finally. I start to moan painfully onto Mihawks cock, breathing through my nose quickens as tears build up in my eyes. I try to move my body, needing more than just the tip of Shanks's fingers inside me. "Shanks, your pet is getting restless". Mihawk tells the red head. Shanks chuckles. "I can tell, she's trying to suck my fingers in". He confirms. Mihawk then grips the back of my head aggressively, speeding up his pace and slamming down into my throat. "Don't worry dear, you can get fucked as much as you want once I'm finished". He tells me, his penis tip punching the back of my throat.

Shanks chuckles again. "Look at you, you'll get all the cock you want. I bet a whore like you is loving this". He whispers into my ear. "I can't wait to see you drenched with cum". He adds in a deeper tone, licking up my neck. "Take it, take Mihawks cum, take all the cum like I trained you to". I shut my eyes as tears spill from my eyes, struggling terribly to breath. My body feels like it's going to explode, ready to gush all over Shanks's hand. With a few twitches of his cock, Mihawk slams all the way down my throat his warm cum fills up my throat. I cough on the cum, gulping it down. Mihawk slowly pulls out his dick, sucking on the left to leave not a single drop. "Good slut". Shanks compliments. "You did train her good, I commend you that Shanks". Mihawk tells him. "Wait till you feel her pussy, perfection". Shanks respond.

Shanks pulls his hand away from me as I let out an annoyed whimper, pushing my body slightly to let my body fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I breath heavily as I try to catch my breath, my body shaking and loosing its mind from not be able to cum again. A cold hand on my ass makes me jump, I look lazily over my shoulder to see Mihawk kneeling behind me. I turn to look in front of me, looking up to see Shanks looking down at me with a smirk. He gently grabs my chin, rubbing it with his thumb as his smirk turns into a loving smile. "You're such a good girl, if I wasn't clingy I'd let people pay for them to fuck you. You're perfect mouth, pussy, ass, everything. Other men wish they could get one night with a goddess like you". He praises, his words going straight to my core. The mental image of getting fucked and covered in cum while Shanks watches, full bukaki as he just sits happily.

"Would you like that? Or would you rather some weak desperate men pay to watch me fuck you, show them how to really please a woman". He adds. That hit my core harder, Shanks cucking a guy. Some poor bastard watching Shanks fill and fuck my pussy full of cock and cum. I feel a warm tip rub against my folds, rubbing at my tip and poking at my hole. "Go ahead Mihawk, I wanna see the faces she makes when being filled by another man". He tells the other man. Then without warning, Mihawk easily slides his cock fully inside me. A whimpered moan escapes my lips, my legs shaking at the feeling of being filled finally. "Now isn't that a pretty face". Shanks points out, palming himself through his pants. "Sh-Shanks~". I whimper out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need...yoooooou". I moan out, craving more. I struggle to keep my body steady as Mihawk ruthlessly pounds into my body, slamming deep inside me. It feels weird to have another cock inside me, being so used to Shanks monster in his pants. Mihawks length is kind of refreshing, feeling his tip slamming into my curvix.

Shanks chuckles as he looks down at my wanting face, eyes begging for something from him. "You really have been a whore all along, being stuffed with cock and still needing more". He hums. He sits up more, pulling his pants down and his cock smashing me in the face. "Go on then, take the cock you so desperately need". He tells me. He slides his cock into my mouth, my body quickly jolting back and forth. I moan onto Shanks's cock, breathing rapidly through my nose. I can't breath, my body is shaking so much. 'FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM AND WE'VE JUST STARTED! FUCK BUT I NEED TO CUM!'. I give in, moaning loudly as my body finally releases as my body shakes violently. Mihawk hisses, pounding faster. "What's wrong buddy? She cum and squeeze ya?". Shanks asks him. "Indeed, she's trying to strangle me". He responds, causing Shanks to laugh.

"Props to you, I would have cum at her clenching like that". He chuckles. "You're just weak". Mihawk comments. I'm surprised I can still comprehend what they're saying, my whole body is weak and my head is fuzzy. I can't go on, cumming and still being fucked is driving my body crazy. I can tell that I'm finally giving out, because now I can't hear properly what the two are saying. Everything stops, feeling arms wrap under my legs and I get hoisted up with Shanks's cock popping out my mouth. I feel my back press against Mihawks chest, him holding me out spread legged. I see Shanks standing in front of me, he strokes my cheek loving me. "Sh-Shanks...". I pant out. He pulls his hand away, letting me lean my head against Mihawks shoulder.

My body jolts, fulling waking up at the feeling of Shanks sliding into my insides. I pant at the pain, reaching to grip hard onto Shanks shoulder. "That's it, you can take it". Shanks reassures me in a soft tone. My body relaxes, feeling the two men filling and stretching me out. My body felt so stuffed, I thought I was going to rip in half. The feeling didn't get any better when the two started to thrust in sync, thankfully going slow on me. Every breath was a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Their pace speeds up, my mouth drooling from them massing up my insides. The feeling is indescribable, being fucked hard and stuffed to the brink of ripping. I felt like I was gonna pass out, I don't even know if I could cum again.

Their paces speed up, going full speed in and out my pussy. I cry and scream out my moans, digging my nails so hard against Shanks's shoulders that I wouldn't be surprised if there was blood. I could feel my freedom apporting, feeling the two older men twitching and their thrusts growing sloppy to out of sync. Next minute, Shanks lets out a groan as he finally cums. He sits and stays there panting, staying inside me. Soon enough, Mihawk cums again for a second time. The two pull out of me, Mihawk moving me to be laying in his arms. I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out, my brain fuzzy and hazy. A warm hand strokes my face softly, a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good job baby, you can rest". Shanks soft voice luls me to sleep, I finally pass out in Mihawks arms.

[bonus]

The two older men walk out the forest and back onto the beach, the other pirates noticing the passed out younger girl in Mihawks arms. "Is she okay?". Benn asks. "Did something happen?". Yasopp asks. Shanks waves them off. "Don't worry she's all fine, just a little shaken up". He reassures. "Why? Did something happen?". Benn asks. Mihawk chimes in. "Just some scary monster".

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lavendertales · 1 year

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Hello! May I request a thing where after the 5th episode Joel gives Ellie a hug and meets up with Reader! After? Idk plenty of angst and hurt/comfort for both Ellie and Joel like first maybe Reader sees Ellie and Joel hugging then come back into a safe house. Then Joel starts to open up with Reader. Idk do whatever you think would be lovely thank you ❤️ I love your writing!

God this episode ruined me😭

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED EPISODE 5!!!

We go down together || Joel Miller x gn!reader

summary: after the motel incident, you find that both Ellie and Joel are completely shaken up, so you tell them to take a break.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst, mentions/talk of death & loss. fluff sprinkled in there too.

gif: @tomshiddles

It all happened too fast; in the blink of an eye, you watched Joel and Ellie lose two good friends because of a freak accident. A freak show, really. It was no one's fault; but you knew that both would take the blame upon themselves, let guilt swallow them whole.

Even so, you planned to do anything possible to ease their pain and conscience alike.

The three of you left the room Henry and Sam lied dead in, carrying their bodies outside as you began their burial. It was silent; a silence that allowed for dark thought to swarm in and take you by storm. You didn't fight it though. You figured a moment or two of silence is more than welcome in this situation.

Ellie walked towards where Sam had been buried and placed his writing pad atop of it, with the words I'M SORRY written over it. You held your breath, resisting the urge to cry. You knew she took his death harder, having grown closer to him and treated him like a little brother.

She walked away, leaving you and Joel in complete silence to gaze at the graves. Joel remained his usual stoic self, though you could see on his face that he was pretty shaken up by the event, too. Both Henry and Sam's demise was tragic, but the speed with which it all happened and the deep love than ran between the two brothers who could not live without the other was beyond touching; hence why it made everything seem so much more shocking and painful.

"Which way is west?"

Ellie was asking Joel. You watched them closely, and when Joel pointed to his left, Ellie started walking in that direction, never once looking back. You timidly gazed over at Joel, and when your eyes met, you saw sadness in them. He may have been hardened by the harsh reality, but Joel still had care and love left in his heart. He was simply reluctant to show it.

"Go," you muttered to him. "Go after her."

He stared at you, as if not understanding what you were telling him. You placed your hand on his arm, gently, and Joel drew in a sharp breath to steady himself.

"I'll finish here," you told him.

He nodded, handing you the shovel and following Ellie. He may not have been good with words, but currently there was a kid around him that was in tremendous pain, and Joel surely knew how to handle that. It may have been a long time, but his parenting instincts were still buried within him.

You placed some stones around the graves to mark them, then carved an H and an S out of the soil. The more you stared at the I'M SORRY pad, the more you crumbled yourself. Henry and Sam were going to go to Wyoming with the three of you. They were free of Kathleen's revenge hunt. They could've started a whole new life there.

Now it was all gone.

You peeped in the distance and saw Ellie nodding, then, a few seconds later, headed into Joel's arms. And Joel actually hugged her: it was a genuine, real hug. Arms around her, head resting on hers and everything. You thought how long had it been since he last hugged someone. Was it his daughter, as she died in his arms and he clung onto her lifeless body?

The thought sent shivers down your spine. You didn't know that much about Joel or his past, but he did manage to tell you about his daughter one late night. Your heart broke for him, thinking how awful these last two decades must've been for him.

But now, with Ellie... you saw the way he looked after her. You saw a little spark in his eyes whenever she told bad jokes to make him laugh. You didn't ask him much of anything, to be honest. You chose to respect his privacy. After all, it's not like you were a couple or anything. You were just... there. A traveling companion, nothing more.

But you did care for him. And for Ellie. And that could get you in trouble eventually.

You heard Ellie's wail, and came to realize she was crying in Joel's arms. Unable to take it, you walked towards them and gently put your your hand over Joel's, which was cradling her head at his chest.

"How about we stay here for another day?" you proposed.

Ellie looked up, her eyes and cheeks reddened by the tears she let out. You looked mostly at her.

"Don't think that's a good idea," Joel said cautiously.

Then you looked at him. "We pick a different room, opposite of... that one. We're not in a rush, right? There's no one here. I think we can afford one day of mourning and just... being present. Hm? What do you think?"

Joel had to admit, it was a bit hard to snap out of this one. Normally he'd walk right away from a distressing death, but Henry's and Sam's was downright traumatizing, especially to Ellie. Maybe spending today in each other's company was just what you all needed.

"Would that be okay, Ellie?" you asked her.

Sniffling, Ellie nodded in agreement, breaking free from Joel's touch. He quickly clenched his fingers, flexing them as if trying to get rid of something, but you didn't mention that.

Maybe this was the first time he hugged someone in a very long time.

"How about you go pick a room and we'll be right there?" you asked Ellie again.

She started walking towards the motel, leaving you and Joel behind to gaze at her. She was a special kid, that much you could both agree upon. Only when you heard Joel's exhale did you turn to him, noticing the hardened and pained expression residing on his face.

"Thank you," he told you.

"For what?"

"For... bein' here. Means a lot. And... for taking care of Ellie. She could probably use someone more experienced to take care of her."

You made a funny face at him, like you couldn't believe what he just said.

"You remember what Henry told you, back in the tunnel?" you said. "'You may not be her father, but you were someone's'? You got all the right instincts and skills to do this, Joel."

He shook his head, deep in thought. "She's not my kid. And I sure as hell ain't her dad."

"I know. But sometimes caring for someone and protecting them runs deeper than blood."

Joel looked at you, analyzing your face as if he was about to say something else. He didn't; he merely looked at you, his face softening in the slightest.

"I see the way you look at her," you told him. "And I know you said she's just cargo—"

"She ain't so bad. Weird, but... not so bad."

You smiled faintly, and even Joel seemed to chuckle at his own words.

"The bad jokes remind me of Sarah," he said out of the blue.

You held still, almost holding your breath as well. It was rare to see Joel Miller talking openly about himself, if ever, so you didn't want to startle him in any way.

"She told bad jokes too?" you asked.

Joel chuckled, a more hearty sound this time. "Sometimes. Most of the time she was just sassy. And hella feisty. Like a forty year old in a kid's body."

You chuckled too, momentarily forgetting the troublesome morning you've had so far.

"They would've gotten along, I think," he continued mindlessly, staring off into the distance. "They would've been good friends."

There was nothing you could add to that. All you did was listen to him and breathe into the air, trying to calm your heart and your mind alike.

"We should go," you said after a little while.

Joel swung Henry's backpack around his shoulder when he noticed you standing still in spite of your words.

"Joel?"

He looked at you, waiting for a follow-up. He didn't expect to see you inch closer and wrap your arms around him, thus pulling him in for a hug. It was the second time that day that he felt another human's embrace after what felt like an eternity, and it was... good. It was warm. You were warm.

He found himself reciprocating, wrapping his own arms around your torso to keep you close. Neither of you was sure how long you stayed like that, but it was long enough to have Ellie peek from the motel room and see you two embracing in the field. She was going to rush you, ask you what was taking so long, but instead, she remained quiet and stared at you and Joel finally pulling away from each other and sharing an unsuspecting glance at the other.

Well. Unsuspecting for you two, blind fools. But even in the midst of all the pain and sorrow, Ellie saw. She knew. She could only hope that after today, maybe soon, you and Joel will start seeing it, too.

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tokosparrow · 4 months

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Hey! Idk if requests are open- if not feel free to ignore! YOU AND LIKE TWO OTHERS ARE FEEDING THE MATTHEW PATEL SIMPS THANK YOU FOR DOING GODS WORK-

Anyways! I was hoping to request a Matthew Patel x GN!Reader where like- Matthew has a bad nightmare and calls reader during the middle of the night because they had to go home for some reason- and it’s just super fluffy and comfort? It can be HC or a story up to you! Thank you 🫶🫶🫶🫶🎉

a/n: OOOOO ANYTHING FOR THE FOLLOW MATTHEW LOVERS >.<!! i also sometimes have the rare occurrence of having a nightmare and it could get pretty baaaad :<<

matthew felt himself shifting in his sleep as his dream became more unbearable. soon gasping as he woke up and sat up in a fear-filled sweat, breathing heavily as he felt his heart beat rapidly, feeling a bit of tears in his eyes as he felt his breathe feeling shaky. his hands searched before one hand landed on his phone, he frantically dialed your number before pressing his phone against his ear, still feeling shaken up.

“hello…?” your groggy voice answered after he heared just a few rings, being pretty reasonable since it happened to only be about 3am at night.

“(Y/N)….” your name was the first thing he managed to get out through his shaky voice as he listened to your voice.

“hey, matthew, honey, are you okay? do you want me to go over? did something happen?” you asked through the phone as you became a bit more aware realizing how distressed your boyfriend happens to sound.

“n-no! i’m fine (Y/N)…” he blurted out hearing the worried tone in your voice, “just had a nightmare, that’s all…”

he felt a bit embarrassed to admit it to you, but he felt more comforted just hearing your voice nothing less. he felt himself twisting strands of his hair as he slowly felt himself calm down from how shaken up he was a bit ago. “and i was wondering if maybe you could stay on call with me for the rest of the night?…please…”

“i wouldn’t mind that honey, i don’t want to leave you all shaken up like that.” you agreed as you heard his quiet plea, hearing a small sigh of relief from the other side of phone soon after, leaving a small smile on your tired filled face. “goodnight mattie…<3”

matthew felt his eyelids fall heavy as he drifts into a comfortable sleep once again, finding comfort in your tired spoken words and forgetting why he even woke up in the first place. he held his phone close to him as its become one of his current close things to you, he soon let himself yawn and speak out one last phrase before he found himself completely asleep.

“goodnight my dearest….<3”

#toko writes #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader

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pillowspace · 5 months

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I think about Sunna and Meno farrrrr to much

But I will not stop(thank you for the brain rot)

Currently specifically lone Sunna

Like imagine he meets Eclipse or lone Meno and they just hug and kiss and Eclipse/Meno goes and softly traces the scars they made trying to save his Meno and kisses and it’s so sad and soft

Oh, or what if Meno’s ghost(do gods even have ghosts? Idk nor do I care currently this is the current brain process) does it, traces and kisses the scars in a way to be like it’s okay and yet Sunna doesn’t know, Meno will haunt him and stay with him forever and yet Sunna wouldn’t know, wouldn’t hear the sweet soft whispers or see his love

Maybe some nights Sunna dreams of when he was trying to save Meno and in his sleep scratches at himself and when he wakes up from those dreams he finds himself holding the Moon as it’s the only thing Meno can do to try and stop it and it hurts as Meno can only really watch as Sunna falls apart and is unable to really do anything

Gah so many thoughts in the brain, I just love them so much and think about them and they live rent free in my brain 24/7

Top 10 asks that explode my mind and leave me staring, mouth agape

I've honestly thought about in detail what would happen if Lone Sunna and Eclipse met. Eclipse hesitantly tries to hide it, because his Meno side wants to comfort this Sunna, while his Sunna side... embarrassedly knows this version of himself will not react well. Lone Sunna starts to suspect, and as Eclipse walks to the exit to take his final leave, Lone Sunna throws fire towards the entrance, setting the whole entrance as well as its surroundings tapestries ablaze. Eclipse pauses, surprised but not as surprised as he probably would be. In a shaken, desperate, demanding tone, Sunna knowingly goes "Come. Back"

I'd like to imagine that Sunna tries to keep Eclipse in the same way Eclipse would keep Y/N, but the dynamic is a little too off for that, so Eclipse just stares at Sunna with such sadness like "I am so sorry this ever happened to you. If it means anything, I'm still proud of you." And Sunna just breaks. She babbles about how she doesn't know what to do on her own, or how to feel better. Eclipse sits her down and calmly helps her through it. Sunna expresses distress over what she did to Meno in their final moments, and Eclipse's Meno side tells her what she always needed to hear: I forgive you. You tried your best. Never believe for a second that your Meno hated you in their dying moments. I always loved you

However it's done, I'd like to imagine that Eclipse would try his hardest to offer Sunna the closure she deserves

#ask #celestial sundown au

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lylianrae · 4 months

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Through Elohim, all is possible.

Break free from the chains of human life. You are God, the capital G. You don't have to live by other people's rules, you're the one who makes all the decisions and you control that shit down to every atom.

You want a brand new face in 5 mins? Okay you got it. You want free coffee every time you go out? It is done. You want £100,000 to fall into your lap everytime you poop? Creation is finished, check your bank account.

Its so easy to be on tumblr and be in awe of power and the countless success stories. I promise you, if you start applying what you have little by little, at the end of the day you'll find yourself somewhere beautiful. Thats why this post is as much of a reminder to me as it is to you. God is limitless and there is only one God here.

Here are some success stories that motivated me and still motivate me to this very day:

There's a success story where anon assumed they got one thing from their pinterest board, everytime they pissed and they ended up with a bunch of stuff in a couple of days but I cannot find it for the life of me. 😠

Through Elohim, all is possible.

#loa success #loassumption #loa tumblr #void success #void state #manifesation #manifesting #successstories #loa #self concept

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yeagerfate · 11 months

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what their hugs feel like.

pairings: eren, jean, armin, reiner

genre: angsty hurt/comfort

warnings: panic attack (in eren's), jean has to relocate reader’s shoulder, reader walks in on reiner when he’s about to shoot himself (sorry), i love them, you can tell jean and eren and reiner are my fav aot boys (i love them soooooo much mwah mwah), s4 spoilers in reiner's, s1 spoilers in jean’s, can you tell i wrote jean's, reiner’s and armin’s way after i wrote eren's. anyways reiner makes me so sad i want to hug him :( he is so

note: hi, this is my first post on tumblr! i am so excited to post some of my ideas on here. currently, my requests are open. if you have any ideas, let me know! reiner’s is by far my fav out off all of these and i really don’t like armin’s lol, i don’t have a beta reader so i tried to proof read this but idk if it worked, also my top 3: eren, ymir, and reiner/jean i can't choose. is this bad please tell me this isn't bad

EREN:

Eren's hugs are determined yet soft.

All he wanted to do in that moment was make you feel safe; an expedition had just ended. You were shaken from the titans you'd seen, eating innocent soldiers who were just doing their jobs

"It’s fine," Eren murmured to you as he held your hands tightly to ground you. It wasn’t fine, and he knew that, but he still told you it anyway. He just wanted you to stop being so terror-stricken

Your hands were shaking, your eyes were darting around like you were looking for a titan to come get you, and you were breathing heavily

"N-no it isn't," You replied, your voice small. "You don't understand, Eren. Those people-"

He had cut you off when he pulled you into a warm hug. "Shh. It’s okay,” He whispered. "We’re okay now, I won't let anything happen to you."

His embrace was welcoming and comforting, and for a moment you'd almost forgotten about what you'd just seen

Your face was hidden in the crook of his neck as you began to calm down. Eren slightly turned his head to the side to kiss your cheek sweetly, his eyes closing as he comforted you silently. His hand went up to cup the back of your head, and he began to rub his hand back and forth as you sobbed quietly

His free hand was drawing circles on your back. Your arms, however, were wrapped around his neck desperately

"You’re my girl," Eren whispers. "I promise I’ll keep you safe."

JEAN

Jean’s hugs are warm and tight. I imagine he has a firm handshake too but that’s off topic lol

During the Battle of Trost, You ran out of fuel for your ODM gear and had to make a run for it while a titan was coming at you. (Though you were saved by a strange, mysterious titan with long brown hair and green eyes. You thought he had a striking similarity to Eren but would never say such a thing out loud especially since you knew how much he hated the titans. Later on you found out you were right though. He does have titan powers!)

While you were trying to get away you’d dislocated your shoulder. Because you’d taken health classes during training, you’d immediately realized what had happened, and a terrible sense of dread ran down your spine. You really didn’t wanna deal with the pain of someone relocating your shoulder

Once you’d found Jean, your best friend who you had a huge crush on, You told him what had happened

His face dropped

“Please, I need you to fix it for me. I don’t want to let some random nurse do it in an uncomfortable, smelly tent after this is over. It hurts so bad, please, jean,” You begged. Nurses and doctors already gave you a lot of anxiety when you were a kid, and now that you were in a life-threatening situation it was even worse

“Okay,” He replied. “Okay, okay, okay…” He muttered to himself, and took a deep breath. He was extremely scared he somehow wouldn’t do it right despite his first-aid training and would hurt you even more

It seemed as soon as he started he finished, but it was the worst pain you’d ever felt in your entire life

You screamed in agony and discomfort, and even though you only dislocated your shoulder, it felt like your entire body was aching

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He cried out. He immediately pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you in

Tears streamed down your smoke and bloodstained face, and everything felt so overwhelming. You were just glad Jean had done it for you and not some stranger

“Holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt like a son of a bitch,” You gasped out. Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming

And a couple days later, when you finished truly recovering and you finally had time to think about what happened, a small blush had risen to your cheeks, thinking about the way your bestfriend had helped you.

Maybe, you did have a chance…

ARMIN

Armin's hugs are soft and sweet. They’re laced with love

Armin had been completely humiliated in combat training today. Shadis had partnered him up with Marco, one of the worst fighters in the 104th, and yet he still couldn't hold his ground.

He was so embarrassed he didn't even show up to dinner, which made you, Mikasa, and Eren even more concerned. Marco felt horrible

So, you decided to sneak into the boy's dorms. No one else was even there anyway, and you'd never really gotten in trouble before, so you weren't afraid of Shadis

"Armin," You called out, but your voice was cautious. You didn’t want him to be caught off guard

As you walked to his bed, your heart broke. Armin looked like he was both famished and in complete despair. His knees were tucked to his chest and tears spilled out of his baby blue eyes. His blonde hair was messy and knotty, and you could tell he was stressed. You sat next to him and the bed creaked obnoxiously

"How am I supposed to make it if I can't even do good in combat training? It’s so basic, I’m not gonna make it if I can't get better. what am I gonna do? I don't wanna be shipped off to the fields. I-“

"Armin, honey," You cooed, and placed your warm hand on his shoulder. You guided his head to lay on you. "You underestimate yourself. Who cares if you're not as good at combat training? We’re fighting titans, not people. You excel in the education part of training, and you're respected by your peers. I am so proud of you, Armin. I know you will succeed. and if you get shipped off, I’m going too."

Armin sniffled, and as he looked up at the confident look on your face, he knew that you were right. He pulled you in for a hug, and hid his face in your neck.

"Eren’s worried about you. He says he'll beat Marco up if you want him too!"

"NO!"

REINER

Reiner’s hugs are desperate and hesitant. It’s strange for him to receive affection after everything he’s been through

One day, you decided you wanted to surprise Reiner at work. You could tell something was off with your husband but you couldn’t quite tell what it was; you wanted to cheer him up

You didn’t even think of knocking. You visited him so much nowadays that it was an afterthought. And thank the Lord it was

The sight before you was horrifying. You opened your mouth, but not a sound came out. As soon as Reiner saw you enter his office, he freaked the fuck out

He dropped the gun, watching as it made a loud clatter on the wooden floor. His eyes were wide and his sweaty hands were shaking. He looked almost fearful; like the little boy he once used to be… the one who would get screamed at during training because he was so weak

“What… is this?” You dropped the cookies you had made specially for him, but you didn’t care. Suddenly, you were breathing heavily, and if you blinked one more time tears would fall. Your vision was blurry, and the entire room looked shaky.

“What are you doing? Honey… Reiner, please, please don’t leave me. I need you here, please, Rei, stay, stay,” You pleaded, and suddenly your arms were wrapped tightly around him, his face hidden by your stomach. He was still sitting in his chair, completely in shock

You were hyperventilating, shaking, and were about to throw up. What happened? Your sweet Reiner was going to do this to himself? You thought everything had been going good… had you not been paying enough attention to him?

A thousand thoughts were running through your head but they all were interrupted when you felt his strong, muscular arms wrap around your torso. His shoulders shook rapidly, his face hidden away in your shirt, and for the first time in your entire life, you saw him cry

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, please don’t-“ His voice was laced with anguish and despair and all you had ever wanted in that moment was to take his pain away. The sounds of his weeping broke your heart, and his deep voice almost sounded unnatural while crying. You were not used to it at all; he’d always tried to “act like a man” around you, and not worry you. All he did was bottle up his emotions, unbeknownst to you

“It’s okay, we’ll do this together, honey, it’s fine, you’re fine, it’s good,” You breathed out, your voice heavy. You both knew it was definitely not fine, but you’d work through it together. Reiner was your husband, after all.

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earthstellar · 8 months

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Concept: IDW 1 D&D AU

Ratchet is a Cleric as the strongest among his healing class, but he struggles with the more esoteric nature of what he does, and often struggles to utilise more prayer-based healing methods

Pharma is the leading Cleric at his temple as a result of Ratchet's struggles, as Pharma is considered a devout practitioner with strengths in ALL aspects of healing

Drift is a Paladin who used to be a Rogue/Ranger/something along those lines, and they meet at Ratchet's healing temple when Drift goes on a spiritual pilgrimage and Ratchet is in the middle of a crisis of faith (in both his temple deity and his own skills; he worries if he can't fully spiritually connect, is he really a good healer?)

While Drift is visiting and participates in a reception of blessings ritual with other travellers and those undertaking pilgrimage, something goes awry, and the rest of the Clerics are possessed by some unknown evil-- Ratchet is spared, due to his connection to prayer being the weakest among the rest of the Clerics present, thus making it easier for him to break free of the ritual, and he pulls Drift out of it as well

It turns out Pharma was approached by another Paladin on a pilgrimage; It was Tarn, who threatened the reputation of their temple and manipulated Pharma into utilising a prayer from Tarn's deity to open the reception ritual, which ended up being an invocation of a dark entity rather than an actual prayer

Drift and Ratchet have to escape the temple-- Or, alternatively, they have to try to purify it, in an effort to spare the rest of the Clerics. (This would include Ambulon, First Aid, Hoist, etc.)

Ratchet, being connected to the deity of the temple by nature (even if it is a nature he doesn't fully accept at this point) is the best one to attempt purification, and Drift bolsters Ratchet's strength with his own powers of faith

With Drift's help, Ratchet is able to fully connect with the deity of the temple for the first time, and successfully clears the shadows of possession from the temple and its inhabitants/visitors/patients

Pharma is taken in by Paladin guards, while Tarn is nowhere to be found. Banished with the shadow entities, or simply escaped?

They want Ratchet to be the new leading Cleric while Pharma is held for investigation, but he declines as he is still shaken by having a purely spiritual experience that he can't quite integrate with his conceptualisation of faith or healing, so he leaves First Aid in charge before leaving with Drift to accompany him on the rest of his pilgrimage

IDK I feel like this could be interesting; Drift is secure in his faith here, while Ratchet can't reconcile the spiritual elements of his work with the physical, tangible elements of it.

Bonus: Since Drift and Ratchet are from different temples, they have different deities and different beliefs/spiritual abilities as a result.

A Paladin and a Cleric enter a small pub on the roadside, looking to rest after weathering a storm on their path. At the bar, there is a half-Giant who preaches to a crowd of Dwarves and half-Orcs, who raise up their steins and cheer...

#maccadam #maccadams #idw drift #idw ratchet #mtmte #mtmte au #idw 1 #transformers au #dnd au #idw pharma #idw first aid #dratchet

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staycalmandhugaclone · 1 year

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ok so i had a thought after seeing this:

so wrecker’s eye was fixed after the explosion that took it, and they’ve never addressed any hearing loss, but what if he had some? i mean, he deals with weapons and explosions all the time, and while a helmet helps with that, you can’t have your helmet on 100% of the time. idk, i was just thinking about doc helping him with that and wanted to put the thought out into the universe. love ya!

Le gasp! An Ask?! Master has given staycalm a distraction!! Staycalm is frrreee!!!!

Oh, I have actually gone extensively into this with literally anyone who’ll listen!! Because-because asdflasdfj!!!! The heights and the talking too loud and the vertigo annnnddddd!!!!

If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved - Echo! Additional references to Difficulty Breathing and Fever.

Wrecker Special Request

More then Skin Deep – Wrecker - Doc notices something about Wrecker while training and offers her help.

Also: got a new Poll up for your thoughts! Should Doc Have Her Own Blog?

Warnings: Light sexual tension, reference to past injury, disabilities and light prejudice from appearance - It's mostly just some softness fluff.

WC: 2,262

So much had happened since the cave. Between the fallout from my rash discussion with Commander Cody and the nightmare of Tech’s exposure to that wretched fungus, there’d been little time to just breathe. Now, however, we had at least another week of med leave while the still shaken pilot continued regaining his strength, and there was little else to do except think.

Panting, I leaned wearily against the wall, absently watching the others continue their training routines. Hunter was running Tech through hand-to-hand drills, padded gloves darting around the taller man almost too quickly for me to keep up with, but Tech rapidly struck each one in a blinding rhythm as they danced around the sparring ring, training blacks long-since soaked through with sweat. Crosshair and Echo were ‘not’ racing each other as they ran sprints, and Wrecker was just finishing with the free-weights.

Nothing was quite so humbling as being in the same room as five elite commandos while training… nor was there anything quite so distracting. The skintight fabric emphasized each divot between hard-earned muscle now void of even the memory of emaciation. Even Echo was beginning to regain mass in earnest – enough for Hunter to requisition a larger set of armor for him.

I’d finished my intended workout over an hour ago, but the others showed no signs of slowing. Finally yielding beneath even the hope of keeping up with them, I allowed myself a moment to catch my breath, jaw hanging open as my torso rocked beneath the desperate flutter of my diaphragm, trying not to let my eyes wander.

Even from across the room, I caught the quick words of encouragement as Hunter pushed Tech to move faster, strike harder, and I could hear the proud smile in his smoky voice, could see the gleam of pride burning through Tech’s determined glare as the powerful muscles of his lean form rippled throughout the entirety of his body to drive each punch barreling toward his brother, and the way Hunter’s broad shoulders rolled to absorb those punches, the way his abs tensed to steady his balance… Both were a marvel that I had to tear my eyes away from, but the rare grin on Crosshair’s lips, that tiny hint of glee in those sharp eyes as his long strides overtook Echo’s blistering pace was no less mesmerizing.

The fraction of a second those nearly golden eyes flashed to mine, the sudden realization that I’d been staring – that he caught me staring, sent my heart racing anew, cheeks burning beneath a violent rush of heat.

“Done already, Doc?” I turned to find Wrecker treading almost lazily toward me, massive hand dragging a rag over his forehead to mop up the sweat beading atop caramel skin flushed from exertion, and I welcomed the excuse not to see Crosshair’s reaction to my misplaced attention.

“Already?” I scoffed. “I was done ages ago… You guys are making me look bad.” The gentle chuckle that shook through his towering form was the perfect balm for my still racing heart.

“Maybe I could help yuh next time. Havin’ someone with you makes it more fun!” The brilliant grin that pulled at my lips in the wake of his innate joy was so automatic, I barely noticed it anymore.

“Wrecker, if I try to work out with you, you are not allowed to laugh at me.” A brief flash of surprise followed instantly by a burst of excitement bloomed across his face.

“Don’t worry, Doc! I’ll go easy on yuh!” Before I could comment on his ‘going easy’ still being far beyond what I considered naturally possible, something about his stride caught my attention. It was such a little thing – the faintest misstep, shoulder just tilting to the side for barely a moment before correcting himself, but it was a motion I’d been trained for years to notice. He continued on as though nothing had happened, but I couldn’t unsee the subtle falter.

“Tomorrow, we can”

“Wrecker,” I didn’t mean to interrupt him, but my mind was already obsessing over that split second and everything it could mean. He instantly paused, smile falling as he waited tensely for some explanation behind the sudden change in my demeaner, “do you still have problems with your balance?” His eyes widened for just a moment before turning quickly away from mine, the faintest hint of a blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Oh, uh… you saw that, huh?” The embarrassment robbing his voice of that brilliant exuberance broke my heart, and I quickly pushed myself away from the wall to cross the scarce few meters lingering between us. “Don’t happen much, and Tech did some stuff to my helmet so it almost never happens on missions… ‘less we’re, yuh know, somewhere high…” His gaze returned almost hesitantly to me as I approached him, but there was still a whisper of shame in those final words that I vowed to do anything I could to forever rid from him.

“Did that started after,” I motioned toward the pale branches of scar tissue stretching out from his left ear, and his lips bunched slightly as he nodded. “Hmm…” The curious lilt in my hum caught his attention, brow quirking slightly. Mouth pursing into a small grin, I reached my hands out toward him, an eagerness driving my motions that distracted him effortlessly from his embarrassment.

“I want to try something. Would you hold my hands for a minute?”

“Uh… sure.” He mumbled slightly and, despite his confusion, let his fingers slip around mine, almost comical in the dramatic difference in size. Still, my grip tightened as I looked up at him.

“I’d like you to close your eyes, Wrecker,” I instructed, voice muted with a gentle warmth that he followed without hesitation, “Alright, I’m going to count to ten, and I want you to twist your head from right to left as far as you can with each count. Ready?” He started to question me but stopped himself and merely nodded. I didn’t wait, falling into the quick count before he could overthink it. Halfway through, I felt his balance begin tilting to the right, felt his hold automatically tighten around mine, but he was able to finish without stumbling.

“That was perfect.” I praised quietly, which seemed to surprise him even more. “I know the helmet helps when you’re wearing it, but I think I can help a bit with when you’re not wearing it.” The shock that stole over him brought an almost giddy chuckle bubbling up my throat. “You can help me with my strength training, and I help you with your balance… Deal?” A hesitant doubt shown for only a moment in those mismatched eyes before his expression blossomed back into that eager grin that left me beaming.

“You got it, Doc!” My thumbs trailed happily over the broad expanse of his knuckles as he seemed to come back to life before me. “Can we start now? I mean – I know you’re tired an’ all, but”

“Yes, Wrecker.” I chirped between giggles, delighting in his endless boughs of energy. “Come on.” The scarce few minutes it took to lead him through the seated balance retraining exercises left him disappointed only that there wasn’t more to do. We sat atop his bunk, still awaiting the return of the others as I finished recording notes for that first session.

“We’ll see if you still feel that way when I make you do them while walking with your eyes closed.” I teased at the sight of his reluctance to stop, instantly bringing a fresh spark of challenge to those eyes. “Wrecker.” He, at least, granted me a glance of abashed resignation at the quiet threat in my voice, and I couldn’t still the quiet laughter from escaping me.

“Does it still bother you?” I hadn’t expected the softly spoken question to breech the fleeting moment of quiet between us, but I was relieved to find Wrecker seemingly undisturbed from it.

“I mean… not really?” He answered with a small shrug. “Guess I don’t really like how folks look at me sometimes, but I know it makes me look even more scary, so...” In an instant I reached forward, hands gently cupping his jaws, thumbs shifting lightly against his cheeks to shamelessly trail the yawning lines of those scars toward his ear, and he froze beneath my touch.

“I’ve never been afraid of you, Wrecker.” There was no hesitation in my words, no whisper of doubt. “And this,” I added quietly, fingers sweeping up to brush over the deep valleys of taut, pale skin, head shaking slightly with a warm smile, “I always thought it looked pretty cool.” There was a long moment in which he seemed too stunned to react, lips parted in a tiny gasp, his wide eyes locked on mine. With a quiet sigh, I released him as sat back onto my heels.

“That’s not quite what I meant, though.” I explained, smile twisting into a smirk. “Issues with balance and vertigo, we might be able to improve with those exercises, but that was a serious injury. Does it still cause you any other problems?” The faintest blush darkened his cheeks as his gaze briefly dropped to where his hands rested atop his thighs.

“Well, it – not bein’ able to hear out’a that ear can be tricky… so can the eye.” He admitted almost distractedly.

“It’s amazing,” I chuckled slightly, “You know: I constantly forget about that… You just don’t let it slow you down at all.” His shoulders rolled beneath another bashful shrug.

“Happened a while back, so I guess I’ve gotten pretty used to it by now.” He said dismissively, but I could see the pleased smile just playing at the edges of his lips. I thought about the ways such disabilities impacted everyday life – the loss of depth perception and sound localization, the internalized frustration from suddenly becoming ‘clumsy’ and ‘loud’.

“Is there was reason you never got cybernetic replacements?” I shifted to tuck my knees thoughtlessly to my chest, back reclining comfortably against the wall at the foot of his bed.

“Too much nerve damage.” He answered, gaze roaming blindly over the wrinkled blanket bunched up beneath us. “Would’a needed to replace too much for ‘em to approve it.” My jaw ground, brows pulling together in a frown I was pleased he hadn’t seen before managing to school my expression once more. Credits. Of course, it came down to credits. He was barely past cadet training with it happened – unproven and thus undeserving of special treatment…

“Is that something you’d want?” I asked quietly. His eyes rose hesitantly, and I could see how carefully he considered the question.

“I… I dunno.” The whispered reply held none of his usual nonchalance, thinking over each word before giving them voice. “Doin’ it now would mean bein’ out’a commission for a while…” I could see how he recoiled from the mere thought of being unable to be with his brothers, even for the few weeks it would take to recover, being unable to fight beside them – to keep them safe, and I wanted to sob from the way my heart broke for him. “’Sides, like I said – Tech a’ready fixed up my helmet so I barely notice it anymore.” I had to let out a slow, deep breath before trusting myself to speak.

“Well, if you ever change your mind,” I murmured, begging him to hear the love sown into each word, “I’d be more than happy to make it happen.” He was still for a moment as my offer lingered in that breadth of quiet between us. With a near silent chuff of laughter, he nodded, granting me a small, grateful smile.

Returning the gesture, I finally pushed off of his bed and got to my feet, granting myself a leisure stretch before starting toward the temporary cot that I’d long since accepted as my permanent bed.

“Think I’ll sneak off to the showers before dinner.” I said wearily, already rummaging into my footlocker for a clean set of blacks before glancing back at him. “And I want to go through those exercises again with you tonight.” His grin instantly grew with that familiar exuberance I so treasured.

I’d long since become accustomed to the occasional second glance from confused regs as I walked the halls of Kamino absent the veil of armor, and tread past clones of varying ages and expressions thoughtlessly en route to the farthest edge of the platform in hopes of some semblance of privacy. As I approached the door, however, it slid open seconds before it should have, and I paused as those sharp eyes met mine. Crosshair went still as well, hand frozen with those long fingers tangled in his short, silver curls.

“Didn’t get your fill in the training room?” He scoffed, lips curling into something between a sneer and a smirk. I let my expression fall pointedly blank, brow just hitching in exasperation.

“What can I say? You have a cute smile, Crosshair.” I dismissed with careful disinterest, shoulders raising in an almost bored shrug as I continued forward, but then felt a smirk of my own touch my lips as I glanced up at him at a very simple realization: he’d been looking at me, too. “What’s your excuse?” His jaw clicked together, but before he could offer a retort, I pushed past him into the refresher, shouldering him unapologetically out of the way, and let out a quiet chuckle after the door closed pointedly behind me.

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panandinpain0 · 2 years

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Reassurance

I opened a request book in Wattpad so I guess I'll also be putting them here!

Fluff for Katara Clearwater x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, ...Kissing? (idk if that's a warning but yeah)

Katara sat in the snow next to the river, not caring if she got wet as she stared up at the night sky. The stars hypnotized her and she let them, shutting out the world around her. So much so that she barely noticed when a blanket was wrapped around her shoulders and someone sat next to her.

"Katara?" (Y/N), Katara's best friend, asked, two cups of hot chocolate in her hands. The steam from the cups floated upward before disappearing into the cold air.

After getting no response, (Y/N) placed one cup on the ground, setting a gentle hand on her best friend's shoulder.

Shaken out of her reverie, Katara blinked in surprise and looked over at (Y/N), who offered her a small smile. She held out the hot cup and Katara took it carefully, adjusting the blanket with her free hand. She hadn't realized how cold she had been until now.

Picking up the other cup, (Y/N)'s attention returned to Katara.

"What's going on?" she asked gently, moving so that there was little space between them.

"I just..." Katara let out a sigh, her finger tracing the edge of her cup. The liquid inside made a small whirlpool, following her finger's movement. "I feel like I was made for something more," Katara admitted.

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) asked quietly, trying to understand her.

Taking a sip of her drink, Katara thought about how to describe it.

Looking out at the river she shook her head.

"These powers that I have, they confuse me. I love them, but I want to know how to use them. And without having anything to use them for, I feel, I don't know... useless." Katara ducked her head, staring at the cup in her lap.

(Y/N) thought for a second before turning back to Katara. Taking her chin between her finger and thumb, (Y/N) tilted Katara's face up.

Katara's face held a confused look as she stared at her best friend. They'd known each other since they were babies, their mother's had been best friends. But the way (Y/N) was inspecting her face, a if she wanted to commit every inch of it to her memory, made Katara's stomach flip and heart speed up.

Her face heated up, eyes wide as she waited with baited breath for (Y/N) to say or do something.

"You aren't useless. I know me saying that won't change how you feel, but you aren't."

(Y/N) put down her cup and brought her hands to hold the sides of Katara's face, looking deep into her eyes. Katara put down her cup and brought her hands to (Y/N)'s wrists.

"You are the most talented, ambitious, and bold woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You are gorgeous and headstrong and not useless. And- God, I just really want to kiss you right now."

A small gasp escaped Katara's lips, cheeks tinted pink and her wide eyes dilating.

"Then do it."

(Y/N) leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to Katara's, waiting for her to respond. She did so quickly, turning her head and deepening the connection. The two kissed each other with passion, their unspoken feelings flowing within every movement. (Y/N)'s hand came to hold the back of Katara's head while Katara's hand held (Y/N)'s neck.

Eventually they needed to come up for air, so they parted. Katara's eyes were still closed as she took a deep breath, trying to savor the kiss. (Y/N)'s eyes were open, thumbs tracing under Katara's eyes.

Finally blinking them open, Katara opened up her blanket, wrapping it around (Y/N)'s shoulders and prompting her to rest her head in the crook of Katara's neck.

"Thank you," Katara whispered, the two staring up at the starry night sky.

"Always," (Y/N) whispered back, hand holding hers.

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#katara #avatar the last airbender #x reader #fanfiction #writer #reader insert #fandoms #oneshot #fluff #x fem!reader #x female reader #katara x fem!reader #katara x reader

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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months

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Okay, okay, okay- Hear me out. The brain is finally braining, and I don't know if it's because I was listening to too much 'i hate everything about you' and 'animal' (by chase holfelder) last night (despite being a metalhead 😂) but the following idea came to me regarding bittersweet: APOLOGIES FOR THE EXTREMELY LONG RANT

So! Obviously the reader and John are still very early into their "relationship", and I can definitely see us, the reader, becoming more cold or emotionally distant somewhere along the lines if, say, John for an example, accidentally crossed a line that he definitely shouldn't have. Obviously we can't quite get ourselves to truly hate him, no matter what, but I could imagine the reader having a moment where the switch in their brain just flips, causing them to actually be able to repress their desires and love towards the man, and instead focus on the fear, the anger, the resentment that they know they should be feeling. (Thank you @sweetwolfcupcake for planting the seed of this idea into my head 😌) And then, taking this idea further, what if something truly traumatic happens. I'm talking the reader getting kidnapped / attacked by one of the many enemies that John has, (wouldn't that be ironic? From one cruel, but loving captor to another that is much, much worse 😏) which would obviously be emotionally scarring for them. And maybe, just maybe, this might be the last straw for them to genuinely snap, considering that they've been repressing their emotions in hopes of either fooling John into messing up and allow them to escape, orrrrrrr, because they're sincerely at the edge of their rope, just barely trying to grasp onto the last bits of their remaining sanity, that's been slowly withering away with every second they spend trapped, getting punished whenever they're.. well... themselves really. So obviously John is.. Well... John 😂and if there's one thing he won't ever allow, it's the person he loves getting taken from him (again), so after rescuing/saving us, and promptly dealing with (killing) whoever got us into that situation in the first place, (also the thought of the reader having to kill someone for the first time, probably out of self defense, will live in my head rent free forever) he's naturally shaken up, no matter whether we actually got hurt badly or not. Buuuuuut- Here comes the fun part, where the weight of everything just comes crashing down on us, and boy oh boy, Johnny dearest is in for a treat. I'm talking yelling, cursing, screaming, sobbing, pounding our fist on his chest and demanding an answer or an explanation as to why things had to be this way, even though the more rational side us would probably able to understand by now that not even John knows the answer to that. AND THEN! Comes the eye opening bit, where in the raging storm of us just fucking yelling and cursing at him, we actually say something that finally gets through that thick skull of his. Something like: "So you can either stop this bullshit, and give me a chance to fall in love with you naturally like I could have done if you just hadn't fucking kidnapped me, or you can watch the person you claim to love wither away, until they're nothing but a shell of who they used to be. And by then it won't matter whether I'm dead or alive, because I'm merely going to be a husk of myself either way. A thoughtless, emotionless, soulless fucking being, and it won't fucking matter how much you cry and beg me for forgiveness, or try convincing yourself that I truly love you, because we both know that it will never be as genuine as it could've been if you just accepted the truth." ... Dramatic much? Maybe. AM I STILL A WHORE FOR A GOOD, EMOTIONAL (like pulling at the heartstrings, "who the fuck is chopping onions rn" kind of emotional) REDEMPTION???? YESSSSSSSSSSS. Again, sorry for the long rant, I hope it's okay? Idk, I can get really caught up in my random, late night ideas 😂

Hope you have a wonderful day btw! The latest chapter was DE-LI-CI-OUS. 😌

Spoooky???? Did you hack my computer and get into my WIP?? Or are you reading my mind??? Bahaaa, I've written 9 chapters ahead of what I've posted, and there are SO many points here that are right on track. I don't want to spoil anything, BUT YOU ARE SO ASTUTE!! 👏👏👏

Sooo....Lil Spooky's gonna take over Bittersweet from here, ✌😂

If you feel like writing a spin off of your own, be my guest. I love it when creativity begets creativity. You obviously have more than enough tools in your toolbox to be a great fic writer, your character analysis is 💯💯💯.

😘

#julia speaks #❤❤❤

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pupcuck · 5 months

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Cherry u got me on the feminizing Leon train omg. Or more so bullying him I guess. Like, his whole life he’s been a cold and gruff man. Straight up asshole in his younger years, cocky and petty. Somehow it gets worse when he’s older. Pisses you off so much that you just NEED to put him in his place.

He just says something that makes you snap one day, typical womanizer stuff. One hard backhand across the face and he’s shocked, looking stupid and flustered. He tries to stand up for himself, but gets embarrassed when he realizes how hard he got from getting slapped around.

You notice this, of course you do! You’re thriving off of this, but you can’t let him know. Get all mean, pretend you’re disgusted and step on his dick while he’s still on the ground trying to process things. Insult him and call him a disgusting excuse of a man. Bro is busting in his pants, humping your foot like a needy mutt. Howw cuteee!

Maybe give him a good stomp or two. Sure, he’s in pain and his stomach churns from it, but it’s orgasmic! Old man can’t get his dick up normally, he has to get roughed up and beaten to get it wet and working. Fucking embarrassing, but hot. UGHHH I NEED TO BULLY HIM!!!

Force him into some pretty pastel pink Sunday panties, so tight they can’t fit his cock and balls. Have him just sit down like a good girl, in girly lingerie and some bows in his hair. Call him a pretty girl, stupid dumb girl that never shuts up. “Bad girls get spanked, get put over daddy’s knee. You want that?” type of mocking. Make him cry because he’s sooo embarrassed yet turned on. :33

Ugh i’m so sick but bullying old men is just…🤭

ughhh no bc og re4 leon? god he needs to be put in his place so bad. I don’t care if he deflects using humour he needs to be pimp slapped so hard his brain gets shaken and he turns stupid.

idk just something ab putting this old man into his place, high ranking agent getting his cock stepped on, and you know leon’s turned on bc he’s perfectly capable of breaking free, of fighting back, pinning you down, but he won’t and he doesn’t :3 need to put him in a thong… like he’s so slutty, AND YEAH HE HAS A DADDY KINK.. he does

#inbox 💌

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glareandgrowl · 7 months

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Everyone Saw it coming if they are on my blog but

Kiyotaka Ishimaru for the ask game plsssss !

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Sexuality Headcanon:

Now, see, starting off with a kinda hard one... Taka's an interesting bean in what I calculate his sexuality to be. Most people assume Gay since... ya know. And while I don't think that's necessarily a bad take, its the popular take. And I am one who tends to shy away from popular takes. (I am also one to vehemently project onto the characters I love). Hence, I HC Taka as Demiromantic! (and demisexual to an extent...)

Forms strong emotional bonds with people close to him? Check. Only ever seems to fall romantically for those he is extremely close with??? DOuble check babeyyy!

Gender Headcanon:

Aaaand now its simple. Taka's a male. Cut and dry. Rather fondly a guy, I must say. He strikes me as the kinda guy who would be so excited to share with you that he uses he/him pronouns! He probably did some soul searching when he first learned of transitioning and other gender orientations only to find he was rather comfortable and happy where he was. (you know he spent hours studying to learn all he could) and would be all for helping others explore their gender too!

I know a lot of people hc him and mondo both as trans, but personally I think hes just very proud of his manliness.

A ship I have with said character:

I couullddd go the easy route and say Ishimondo... But you all already know that. Instead I'm going to go with a more... scandalous... ship.

Its KiyoKiyo. Korekiyo and Kiyotaka. Its my guilty pleasure ship.

Now, granted, I imagine this as a Korekiyo who has shaken himself of his 'sister's' grasp and is "normal" (Ie LOTS of therapy), so its more like the shy introvert getting dragged along by the loud golden retriever boy but I digress. Its sweet to me. Tall lanky and smol but strong.

(And YES this originated from Danganronpa Redemption FIGHT ME---)

A BROTP I have with said character:

Once again I could go with an obvious, that being Chihiro or Hina, but you ALREADY know this and I GO AGAINST THE ORDINARY!!!

I think Sayaka and Taka would be great friends :3

Hardworking, burnout-having besties who have to be told numerous times to slow down and take a break by their chiller, sweet yet partially annoying boyfriends.

A NOTP I have with said character:

There are so many... who do I begin with... Genuinely who do I begin with. Alr I hardly see this one in the wild but Kokichi and Kiyotaka I despise. Either that's just because I hate kokichi but-- BESIDES THE POINT. Hiro and Taka is another one I don't particularly like.

I get where it comes from, the few times they interract in the canon could be seen as brotherly (I GUESS) from Hiro's standpoint but-- Idk it just kinda rubs me the wrong way. Hiro's character in general does that...

A Random Headcanon:

Taka enjoys, and is really good at boxing. (Or wrestling) Like how some stories I've read put him on the football (soccer for us americans) team (or rugby ig idk.) I have a (self-inflicted) HC that Taka has slight anger issues hes still recovering from as a child and ABSOLUTELY uses the environment of controlled violence as a way to work off pent up steam. Any sport could do that really, but the inherent homoeroticism of wrestling is just *mwah* too good to pass up.

I know people like to HC he's into some kind of martial arts lessons for the same kind of vibe, and the art of him and Peko, but I find the inante physicality of using yer fists and body as a much more... *Taka Centric* activity. Idk.

Its the same reason he really enjoys thrill rides like rollercoasters and horror movies (if he can stand to not postulate the entire plot the whole time, ruining climactic moments and making people shush him.)

General Opinions:

HE GOT FUCKING ROBBED IN CANON MY BOY---

anyway feel free to ask me about more characters!!! This was fun :3

#longsheepanswers #kiyotaka ishimaru #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #ishimondo #kiyokiyo #ask game

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jaxon-exe · 1 year

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Persona 5 fanfic idea

(If u wanna write this plz do)

So Ren (or Akira which ever u choose) doesn’t become a phantom thief. Perhaps he dropped his phone on the first day or something but he doesn’t become a thief while the others still do.

Now the group doesn’t have anything against Ren. Like yeah he’s got a record but while he’s been here he hasn’t caused any trouble and Ann even says that he just kinda sticks to himself and keeps his head down so they never decide to go after him saying that he deserves a change to change for himself.

Anyway skipping to when the principal has to die. Shido gives Akechi the order and tells him to make sure it’s not linked back to the mental shutdowns for whatever fucking reason idk. So Akechi starts looking into ways to do that and is like “hey, there a kid at that school with an assault charge. Let’s just have that kid do it than ‘commit suicide’ in police custody.” This works out even better bc Ren decided not to go on the school trip (he’s not treated well by this classmates)

So Akechi finds Ren’s shadow, turns him psychotic, tells him what to do and waits for the kid to get caught…

… only he never does…

Ren gets away with it. And hasn’t seemed to of had a mental shutdown which normal happened to shadows when the effects of psychotic runs out. So, not wanting a loose end running around, Akechi goes to find Ren’s shadow only to find a palace has appeared overnight.

Bc u see unknown to Akechi is that bc Ren is a wildcard he is rather powerful in the metaverse, even if he’s not a persona user. That natural power plus the power up given by being turned psychotic, made him powerful enough to not only avoid a mental shut down but form a palace in a day.

While at first this seems like a problem Akechi finds out that this can actually work in his favour. U see he has a certain level of control over the shadows he turns psychotic and while Ren has shaken most of that control by now, there is enough there that Akechi can still manipulate him into doing his bidding.

So now Akechi has the perfect follower. Someone that will do whatever he needs to without any idea of y he’s doing it and no connection back to him in the real world.

Bc of this Akechi forces Ren to help him with many things. Information gathering, stealing, other murders and Ren can’t stop it. At this point whenever Akechi gives him an order he’s basically not in control of himself.

And so after awhile Ren gets desperate. He desperately wants to stop doing this, to stop hurting people but he doesn’t even know y he’s doing it so he turns to the only people he thinks could help. The Phantom Thieves. Lucky for him the girl that sits in front of him just so happens to be one of them, not that she knows he knows but it’s not that hard to figure out when she talks to her cat so much.

I like to think that his palace is a prison but it’s been overthrown by the inmates with shadow!Ren as their leader. Perhaps when the team first meet Shadow!ren he said something only the lines of “he said u would come” tipping them off that something else is at play. During the mission they figure out Ren is getting orders from someone else but don’t know who. It isn’t until after they defeat Shadow!ren tho do they learn that he was being controlled by the black mask.

I also like to think that in his calling card it calls him ‘prisoner of fate.’ And basically says that something is controlling him and they r going to steal his treasure to ‘free him from his fate’

After being freed it’s only bc of the reassurance of the thieves that someone else was controlling him and his actions weren’t his own that he doesn’t turn himself in. Bc even they r like- yeah I don’t deserve to go to prison for this u did nothing wrong.

#p5 #persona 5 #p5 ren amamiya #p5 akira #p5 akechi #p5 joker #joker is not having a good time

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