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trashy-tries-writing · 4 months

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I can just imagine Ravine healing himself like he’s in the far cry 2 and everybody just looking at him like “wtf???”

Like broken arm? Nah let me just readjust some bones and we’re good to go!

Sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! 😖 Okay I can see this happening 💀. Price is getting gray hairs because he never knows if Ravine is walking around with an injured bones or not. It's a charade for 141 to find out after the first time they saw him do it 😂. Thank you so much for this idea 🙂 Also to all precious Readers, anyone willing to help me understand the mw2 characters more? Like telling me what your opinion on what their dislikes and likes could be and maybe headcanons you guys have for them? I’m interested to learn/know :DD PS.: I apologize for any mistakes and wrong words I use, It’s been too long since I researched about MW2 and Military stuff 😅

Price has known Ravine for a few years now but the soldier still surprises him in ways that he would never imagine. When he believes he finally grasped the depth of the weapo- Ravine’s abilities, the man swoops in with something unpredictable that has the captain stare at him like he just told him Laswell is firing Price.

Well not after today that is. Now he welcomes situations that could only happen in dreams with open arms so he can spare himself some stress.

The mission was easier than some things they were ordered to do.

The objective was to seize the contents inside the briefcase, it didn’t matter if the briefcase was lost as long as they got their hands on what was inside it.

Ghost, Ravine, Gaz and Soap approached the enemy base on the mountains on foot as they ambushed them. However the opponent was one step ahead, hiding inside a hidden cave and fled with a jeep down the mountains, making a quick escape as the soldiers shot down the rest of the man.

Soap cursed, hoping to pop a tire with his gun but it was for naught as the bullets were caught by the many trees the vehicle passed through. Gaz let Price know that the objective is making pace down the mountain.

The captain’s voice echoed through one of their intercom radios.

“Ravine, time to fetch.”

They barely tilted their heads towards the mentioned male when they find Ravine darting past them at high speed. Their confusion flip into understanding as they have never seen him run before.

“The rest of you, make your way down and keep a lookout for strays hanging around.”

A few minutes later, they locate the jeep slammed sideways into a tree trunk making it almost fold in two. They quietly roam the area and quickly spot Ravine emerging from the back of the ruined car with a hand holding onto the case.

And that’s where they currently find themselves in when it happened.

“Ooohhh that looks bad, are you okay?” Gaz takes the briefcase from his hands, eyes worriedly staring at Ravine’s slightly bent arm with the bone poking out it.

“Aye.”

Without warning Ravine grabs his broken arm, pushing the bone back inside his flesh. A collective groan of pain and disgust echoed through the mountain from his action.

Soap lifts a hand and averts his gaze from the scene as Gaz holds the briefcase in front of his face. Ghost scrunches his face from underneath the mask as Price’s voice echoes through, questioning the sudden silence.

The were impressed, sure… but whAT THE FUCK?!?!!?

While they are trying to explain to Ravine that, for a matter of fact, it was NOT okay to push your own bone back into your arm and it shouldn’t have been his first response to the open wound. It was DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL either to use that said broken arm the minute he ‘fixed’ it.

I mean okay, they did find that kind of cool but they were seriously getting worried about him. His blood was running down his forearm, staining his clothes red and he’s standing there like it was a daily occurrence.

Ghost marches towards Ravine and pokes a harsh finger to his helmet with ‘Don’t try this shit again’ glare, making the tall man recoil his head from the push.

“Sit down you muppet and refrain from moving that arm around.”

On the other side inside Price’s office, the captain exhales loudly; it could be heard outside the room. “Of course he did that…” He’s aging so quickly that he’s hoping he won't wake up the next day with a full set of white hair.

He waits by the entrance, seeing the truck in the distance growing bigger each second. He pushes himself from leaving on the wall and sees Gaz, Soap and Ghost instinctively grab onto Ravine who seems to plan a visit to the doctor.

While Ghost’s pushing from the front, one hand locked with Ravin’s while the other pushed against his chest, Gaz and Soap are pulling and tugging the man towards the medical facility.

Price sighs and the soldier’s stop in their tracks when they find him standing beside them watching them try to wrestle Ravine into a checkup. The captain crosses his arms over his chest, his head tilted slightly and a silent conversation is shared between him and the giant of a man.

Ghost can feel Ravine’s hand flinch and shake as he unconsciously tightens his grip on the shorter male’s hand. The lieutenant turns his head back, observing his body becoming tense making him look bulkier than he was.

The trio is shushed away as Price and Ravine go on their merry way.

“Man, he must really hate doctors.”

Ghost’s eyes linger on Ravine’s back, feeling something amiss. He doesn’t push or ask for an answer but questions are filling his head especially due to the sudden heat he could feel from his hand that was locked with his.

They were hiding something huge that was related to the abnormality that was Ravine but there were too many potential answers to piece together, like a puzzle without edges and weirdly shaped pieces.

He was sure Gaz and Soap were thinking the same thing but they didn’t dare risk breaking whatever frail bond they had with Ravine.

Who was Ravine before he became Ravine?

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imaginesmachine · 1 year

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(I only write for M!readers so..uh)

Marko : ...?

Y/N : ...!

Y/N : it's uh...*is on top on a knocked out Michael holding a frying pan * it.. isn't what it looks likes-

Marko : *slowly walks away*

Y/N : Marko! No wait! Come back! *Rans after him *

Marko : DAVID- DAVID HELP

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writeawaythepain · 2 years

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Dirty Dancing

Illinois x (gn!reader)

NOT NSFW! Its a pun! Get it cause they’re covered in dirt, and they're dancing?-

tw: alcohol (just a little)

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompts: F 23 - “If you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it." F 12 - "I might have had a few shots." 17 - "Prove it."

Summary: You and Illinois are celebrating a job well done after an adventure at a local pub, you both get just a little tipsy and decide to celebrate with some dancing.

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You took a long sip from the drink in your hand before gently slamming it onto the table with a satisfied sigh. You don’t usually drink very often, but you and Illinois decided you were gonna celebrate this one. It wasn’t every day you solve an unsolvable riddle and finally find the lost emerald of the Angel Islands. The same one adventurers had been searching for, for decades.

The alcohol tingled in your throat and you could feel a warm sensation flow through your body. You relaxed back into your chair, body aching from dodging all those traps and getting covered in nicks and bruises. In fact, you and Illinois probably looked like ghosts with all the dust and grime covering your bodies along with your slightly tattered clothing. You both hadn’t bothered showering in all the excitement, hygiene could wait. Right now you just wanted to soak in a job well done.

“Can I see it?” You ask him. He pulls the emerald out of his bag, and you see the lights of the pub reflect off its smooth green surface. He tries to dust it off with his sleeve, but all he accomplishes is moving some of the dirt around, so he holds it out to you. You reach out a hand to take it, and he gently places it into your palm, fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

You hold it up to the light and spin it gently, even with the dust covering it you could see the bright green color of the emerald and all the perfectly cut geometric shapes reflecting inside of it. “I think this is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever held.” You say in awe.

“Well, that’s hurtful seeing as though you’ve held onto me at least once~,” Illinois speaks in a relaxed but confident tone. You look up at him, he was holding his chin in his hand while resting his elbow on the table. He was sitting across the table from you and was looking right into your eyes. You don’t know if it was the adrenaline of finding the treasure, the dim lighting of the pub, or the booze, but he just looks so, so serene. And, well, pretty. Really pretty. You know he flirts with anyone and everyone as a joke, but you can’t help but have your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you with those dark brown eyes of his. They always had a mischievous glint to them, as if they were always hiding something, just out of reach.

“Ha. Ha- I meant like an object, I don’t think I’ve ever held anything so valuable.” You respond sarcastically. He smirks.

“The gems pretty an all, but I’d rather look at you any day.” There’s the usual flirt. “You’re more valuable than any fancy rock.” That- that one surprised you. Your eyes widened. For some reason, that line felt different than his usual flirts. It sounded more personal. Almost…genuine. You searched his eyes for some sort of sign that he was joking, but he just looked back at you. His expression, almost dreamy.

“How much did you have to drink again, Illy?” You ask, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.

"I might have had a few shots." He responds chuckling. “But I’m just being honest! You don’t give yourself enough credit. I never would have found that emerald without you. Hell, I’ve been trying to solve that riddle for years!” Your cheeks are probably red now. Illinois. THE Illinois was complimenting, YOU. The cocky bastard who calls himself pretty without a second thought was praising your riddle-solving ability?! You hid your flustered face as you took another sip from your glass. You had to take him out for drinks more often.

A group of a few performers started playing some music on the small stage they had in the pub, and you could see a few people get up and start dancing. Most of them were couples holding hands swaying to the smooth tones being played throughout the pub. You smiled at the scene, it seemed like they were having fun. Illinois noticed your expression and a grin started to grow on his face. You could hear his chair slide out as he got up and made his way over to you.

He bowed slightly, and extended his hand out to you, “May I have this dance, partner~” You can't help but snort at his cheesiness, but when he didn’t back down your eyes widened.

“Are you kidding? Illinois I can’t dance!” You say incredulously. Instead of taking his hand, you reach to put the emerald back in Illinois's bag, but before you can pull your hand away again, Illinois gently grabs your wrist.

“I didn’t ask if you were any good. I asked if you wanted to dance, with me.” The last part came out way softer than you’ve ever heard him speak. It made your heart skip a beat, and, what were you going to do? Say no to the hot Indiana Jones rip-off that managed to steal your heart with his rugged charms and southern accent? You weren’t an idiot! You hesitantly place your hand in his outstretched one, and he smirks.

“Do you even know how to dance?” You ask, still a bit unsure. He scoffs, and puts on a mock offended expression.

“Do I know how to dance?” He mimics is a bad impression of your voice. Now it’s your turn to look offended. “How about you just follow me and find out~” He winks at you before gently leading you to the dance floor. Oh gods you weren’t going to survive this.

He turns to face you and puts your hand on his shoulder. He puts his own hand on your waist and grabs your other hand with his free one. “Just follow my steps darlin’, I know you're a genius but just, don’t think too hard, ok? Just feel the rhythm of the music.” You take a deep breath and try to relax, you look down and follow his footsteps as best as you can, only stepping on his feet once or twice. “See your- ow- You’re doing great handsome/beautiful- agh-”

“I’m sorry! I told you I’m not good-!” You apologize. He just smiles and laughs.

“You’re doing fine darlin’, I’ve been through way worse. We’ve both been through worse just today, actually.” You smile and laugh as well.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” You both start to get into a comfortable rhythm, stepping and swaying to the music. You got lost in the feeling of the moment, the atmosphere felt almost magical. You forgot all about your aching body and all the dirt covering you both from head to toe, you were just fully captivated by this moment.

That was until Illinois got an idea, and shot you a smirk. Oh no, what was he planning? Just as the music ended on its last note, and before you even knew what was really happening, Illinois moved his hand across your back, spinning you slightly and pulling you into a dip. You stare into his eyes, his face only a few inches from yours. You were both panting slightly, and your eyes were locked on each other. Illinois slowly starts to lean in a little closer...

...before he quickly plants a small kiss on your nose. Surprised and incredibly flustered you push yourself out of his arms. He starts laughing so hard that you can see tears forming in the corner of his eyes. You try to hide your own smile at the ridiculousness of this whole situation, and instead start to scold him.

“What was that!? I swear, if you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" He stops laughing to turning his head towards the window. Looking outside, you could see the pub was on the side of a cliff.

"Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it~" Your face was enough to make him erupt into laughter again. You just sigh, crossing your arms.

Finally, his fit of laughter stops. He walks up to you, putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Aw come on sweetheart, I’m just teasing. You know I love you.” You blink, taken aback by his words, did he really just say that? He couldn’t be drunk already, you were watching him, he only had like 2 shots of whiskey. So where was this coming from? You decided not to question it, and instead see if he was really being genuine, or just messing with you again. Oh, gods above you hoped this wasn’t a joke.

“Oh really, you love me? Prove it.” Wow ok, I guess his confidence was starting to rub off on you. His smirk grows into a full, genuine smile. He gently takes your hand again, and when you squeeze it in affirmation, he dips you again, and this time, he doesn’t miss.

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lonelierthanu · 10 months

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Do You Like Me?

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This is any male character x anyone tbh. I first wrote this with Hanta Sero in mind, but now I feel like it matches Gojo better. But there weren’t any specificities mentioned.

oneshot

words: 558

warnings: implied nsfw; hurt/no comfort; no specific gender or pronouns mentioned; no female/male anatomy mentioned; angst; implied nudity; self-indulgent; friends w/benefits arrangement

summary: You are, unfortunately, in love. That wasn’t the plan.

minors dni!

"Do you like me?" you asked with bated breath, almost shakily.

“Yeah, I like you.. I like you a lot," he turned to flash a quick smile at you. You smiled back, but it didn't reach your eyes, and they began to water.

"But you don't...love me." You reply. He's midway buttoning his pants, facing away from the bed, when he stops. You stare at his bareback; the marks you left there. You didn't phrase it in a question, because you already know. You may have been stupid enough to fall for him, but you weren’t naive to think things would be this simple. He sighs as he looks up at the ceiling. Then pinches the bridge of nose as he lowers his head.

How dare he look inconvenienced, you thought briefly. If anything, you should be the one sighing in exasperation.

"We talked about this," he whispers, standing completely still, but doesn’t turn around.

Yeah, you talked about it, but that was months ago, before you decided to do anything, before you shared your worries with each other in the hushed silence of a shared bed, before he would claim that it’s too late to go back to his place and you’d watch movies cuddled on the couch together, before you began to let those moments get to your head.

Before you fell for him.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “We did.” your voice was shaky as you held your breath to avoid tears spilling out. He turns around then, to see you looking towards the side table, there’s nothing of any special notability on top of it, but it’s better than looking into his piercing eyes.

You didn’t know that they were anything but piercing, more soft, when looking at your eyes glistening with unshed tears and the uneven pacing of your bare chest rising and falling with each exhale and inhale.

“So you know…we can’t...” he begins remorsefully, not wanting to utter the word out loud in fear that it would hurt you more by insinuating something he can’t provide you.

“Yeah.” You cut him off. You didn’t want him to continue. It was embarrassing enough lying in bed fully nude while the guy you love just walks away like you're nothing, then bluntly telling you he doesn’t want to be with you. “...can-...can you leave?” you look at him then.

He doesn’t want to, but he obliges with your wishes. He puts on his shirt and socks. He’s not fast by any means, concerned with leaving you alone. He scrambles for a minute to find the ring that flew off earlier in his…haste, but eventually it is finally time for him to depart. He stands with his knees flush to the end of the bed and looks at you with your head now buried under the covers, just the crown of your head visible, and he hesitates. Not wanting to leave things on such a bad note, he gives you a kiss on your crown and quickly makes his exit.

After applying his shoes and coat at the front door, he steps into the cold. He stuffs his hands in his pockets as he takes one last look to your door. He knows what this means for the future of his relationship; you do too.

And neither of you are ready to accept it.

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♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I realized as I was posting this that the ring part makes it sound like bro is married and him and reader are having an affair 💀 That was not my intention lol. but you can think that if you want 🤷‍♀️btw I lowkey want to write more for this or like, a second part, but I have no idea what I’d write lol. anyway, thanks for reading <3

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redheadjustin · 1 year

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could u do batfam x toddler male reader who is rlly shy but someone tries to like kidnap him at a gala and the fam just has to figure out what to do

Ah yes, the infamous bat family. And the family that proves blood isn’t everything. Bruce, the infamous Batman, had adopted all of his children. With the notable exception of Stephaine and Duke. Steaphaine was still living with her mom, when she wasn’t in rehab. And at this point Burce was only fostering Duke though everyone but Duke knew adoption papers were imminent.

Which brings us to you. You were adopted by Bruce the second you were born. Though that's because both of your parents weren't in a good place to raise you. So, one night your parents approached Batman after a fight. And you were a member of the bat family ever since.

Dick was the best oldest brother. You could ask for. He always made time for you. And always took you to the circus. And he instilled the same love for elephants he had.

Jason was not as lovey dovey as Dick. but he always has time for you and a nerf battle. He also takes you to the safe part of crime alley.

Tim loves to teach you technology. He's also the one to keep watch over you during your naps since he never sleeps.

Damian is in charge of your exercise and physical development. He also is as caring to you as his pets. And he almost never insults you. He also trains with you in the bat cave when Bruce is busy.

Duke is the one who exposes you to Gotham culture and other things like music and art. He knows how easy it is to become spoiled and out of touch. He doesn’t want that for you. Plus your parents are from the streets like him. He wants you to know full well what background you come from.

Bruce is the best Father you could ever ask for. He loves to take you to meet other heroes. He knows Batman will be your favorite hero till you die. He also brings you gifts often after a mission. And he is there most nights to tuck you in. He genuinely cares and has done his best to scale back his Batman activities. He cares about his newest son.

But during a gala Riddler kidnapped you. It was all hands on deck for the Bat family. They called all reserve membersing Batwoman, Batgirl, Spoiler, Orphan, Batwing, Huntress and The Question. Bruce wasn’t taking any chances.

Riddler was driving when the Bat family found you. You were in the backseat scared, confused, lonely. Your young mind couldn’t figure out why you were taken. You didn’t know that your family’s wealth would put a target on your back.

What neither you or your captor noticed was the batmobile gaining on the car. Or the batcycles riding next to the car. You looked out the right window and saw Robin(Damian) on a batcycle. Damian smiled seeing you unharmed. The current Robin winked at you and pointed backwards. Curious, you turned your head to look out the back window and you saw the batmobile. Your eyes went wide with happiness and you whispered to yourself. “Daddy came.”

It was then the car hit spikes in the road that Batwoman and Question set up. The car’s skidd was controlled and you were left unharmed. Then the windshield was broken as a fist reached in and pulled Riddler out of the care. That’s when you saw Red Hood. jason was pissed as hell but you didn’t have time to think about that for long as the door opened and a pair of black gloves reached in to pick you up. You knew instantly it was Your Daddy. Batman. And as soon as you could you curled in to Batman’s chest.

“Shhh, its okay baby bat. We’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Bruce says to his youngest son, he is determined to never let this happen again. “I’ve got you.”

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skylarinfinity · 3 months

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[natasha going out with the girls]

wanda : so natasha, how are you and your new boyfriend?

natasha : well couple years ago i loss my ex at a party and found him making out with two woman-

carol : [scoffed] fucking arsehole.

natasha : but last night i lost male reader at tony party and find him eating a tacos while patting the animals at the corner of the living room.

maria : [chuckles] the upgrade!

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dex0s · 7 months

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓

MalereaderDOM!! X GojoSUB!!

“Oh come on just take me already! I’m already stretch!” Gojo begged.

This had been like the hundred time he asked you to fuck him and you would have already did it. It’s was he decided to be a brat when you guys went to the mall to go SHOPPING, not buy every candy that he saw. Sure that may not sound like a big deal but when this man doesn’t get what he wants this like an atom vs the sun. Not the best thing to happen in a mall.

You rolled your eyes and continued to read the book on your phone. “Ugh, why are you being so dramatic” he said while shoving his head Infront of your phone. After pushing his head away and give him a dead glare and continue the book. Gojo climbs over of you and walk out the door.

‘ Finally, he was staring to get annoying-, gojo walks back in (seductively I may add) with a white bikini. You know if you weren’t so mad at him you would be on him like a wild goose but you have to keep your act up even if you pants are starting to get hard.

“Daddy won’t you take this pretty pussy and shove your big dick in it~~” he climbed on the bed and stopped that your throbbing cock. Slowly he pulled the zipper down to gain access to your cock. “Hey! What are you doing!” You yelled due to still being upset. “I’m getting my lollipop sense I can’t get the candy at the mall”

Slowly he took your cock in his mouth and wave his ass in the air. He was taking your cock nice and slow and you both know neither of you like to go slow so you shove his head down on your cock then thrust up in his mouth.

“You like that d-don’t you bitch boy” as you continued to thrust in his mouth gojo is in pure happiness. He’s been waiting for this moment since you guys got home. After cumming in his mouth you pulled him up and turned him around on the bed. Usually you would check if gojo was pre-stretch because sometimes he would lie to get his way but since he pissed you off even more than before you shoved you cock in his pretty “pussy” as he calls it.

“You love it when daddy shoves his big cock in this pussy of your don’t you~ slut” not caring that you may have overstimulated. “~Ahh~mmhm~ I loveee~ daddy’s cock~” you can hardly understand what he’s saying due to his tongue sticking out of his mouth with his eyes rolled back.

After the 10th round you started to feel yourself about to cum. “Baby inside or outside” pounding in his ass/pussy and you hear a little voice said inside. So as the great man that you right you came right inside of your brat.

Slowly taking out your cock from his ass you can see your load spilling out his asshole on his thighs and the bedsheet. Throwing yourself in the bed hoping he is asleep so it can make you life easier when taking care of him but instead you find something else. On your back and bend down to your ear you hear gojo said. “You want to go for another round”.

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msfantasy · 1 year

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Longing For Him

Summary: Ominis longs for Y/n to notice him.

Ominis x Male Reader

Ominis sits alone in potions class. His two friends Sebastian and Y/n late as always. Those two are always off gallivanting the castle without him...typical.

The two stumble into potions class with little concern of their tardiness, costing 5 house points each. These two are probably so concerned with each other, they don't even notice how they always forget to include him.

The 'conjoined twins' take their seat near their third-wheel. Whispered squabbles becoming incessant until Sebastian breaks the conversation away.

"Hi Ominis, how is my best friend today?" Ominis frowns at the strange question.

"I'm fine." He answer's bluntly with little more to say.

"...Right" Awkwardness pricks at Sebastians skin before he proceeds with his news. "Well... we have tickets to a traveling wizarding show in Hogsmeade tonight at-"

"You two have fun." Ominis cuts in, irritation rolling off him. Sebastian and Y/n revert back to their whispered squabbles, leaving Ominis out ... once again.

Sometimes Y/n and Sebastian can be so inconsiderate. Ominis would love nothing more than to join and enjoy the wizarding show.

Truthfully, Ominis would love nothing more, than to attend the show with just Y/n.

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Ominis lays out-stretched on the courtyard grass, soaking up the warm sun rays. Y/n sits at his side with soft giggles escaping his perfect lips.

"How can you have so much grass in your hair?" Ominis feels the boys soft fingers glide along his scalp, combing out the little blades that have been lost amongst his locks. Ominis sighs in true contentment. Nothing is better than having soft breezes, a warm sun, and the company of the man whom stole his heart.

"It feels nice when you do that." Ominis announces with another sigh. Y/n continues running his hands through Ominis hair, long after the blades have been removed.

"Today is the perfect day for a picnic, Seb says it's his favourite date activity - what do you think?" Ominis's mood sours immediately. Do these two seriously go on picnic dates? Why has Sebastian not told him about it?

"Well if that's how Sebastian feels." He states, ending the conversation abruptly.

Ominis would love nothing more than to take Y/n on a picnic date.

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Ominis sits on the shared couch in the Slytherin common room. Y/n sitting on the opposite side reading in blissful silence.

"I need to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow for some supplies, usually Sebastian accompanies me, but -" Ominis slams his book shut in frustration.

"I must confess, I've grown rather tired of your rendezvous stories with Sebastian. Frankly - I think it's unbecoming..." Ominis crosses his arms, allowing his statement to float in the air awkwardly from his outburst. The sofa dips and moves under the shifting weight of Y/n as she moves closer, placing her delicate hand on his own.

"Ominis. I have romantic feelings for you, and perhaps, if you weren't so oblivious... You'd realise i am trying to ask you on a date." Y/n says gently. Ominis mouth falls agape at the realisation.

"Oh."

#ominis x male reader #ominis gaunt x male m/c #ominis gaunt x male y/n #ominis x male m/c #ominis x male y/n #ominis gaunt male imagine #ominis male imagine #male reader #xmale reader

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999-something-suicidals · 1 year

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WEAKNESS OF CHILDREN // (Ghost version)

↳ ❝ [Summary; Lovely man, [M/n], found a baby in the middle of field that full of chaos] ¡! ❞

↳˳;; ❝ Male reader ([C/n] = Code name, he/him) , ooc character, mention of getting shot, abadoned, mention of granade/gun shot. maybe a misswrite, bcz im a google translate users.ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"[C/n], how to copy?," many times, Ghost communicates with [M/n] through the communication device. But also many times, Ghost did not hear an answer.

"[C/n], are you okay over there?" Ghost asked again when he reloaded his gun, but never heard an answer. Instead of hearing [M/n]'s voice, which usually played perfectly, Ghost heard a loud cry. The cry was interrupted by several hiccups, from the sound it could be heard that they were frightened.

"[C/n], why is there a baby sound?" Ghost asked again when he realized it was a baby voice. Heavy breathing, which must have belonged to [M/n], sounded close to the communicating device. "[C/n]... here..," the voice of someone that Ghost had been trying to hear echoed, making a sense of relief gnaw at him for a moment.

"[M/n], are you okay? Are you hurt?" Ghost said, this time calling his real name, not a code name. "Hehh, I'm fine. But we have to worry about this poor baby," [M/n] answered breathlessly, "Where the fuck are you, [M/n]," Ghost came out of the destroyed house, intending to look for [M/ n].

"oh?, I'm in..," [M/n]'s voice stopped because of the sound of the door being broken down, [m/n] muttered harsh words, before finally his voice sounded running. Ghost also ran, even though he didn't know where to look for [M/n].

"[M/n]!!, where are you?!," Ghost shouted half through the communication device and half screaming, calling. "FUCK! . Simons, I'm in the shed to the left of the truck!" [M/n] breathed brutally, trying to scoop up oxygen and expel carbon dioxide.

Ghost, without thinking, immediately ran towards the location that [M/n] said. He ignored the grenades and gun sounds, only running to meet [M/n]. Worries and panic undermined him. Moreover, the rain that fell described something that made his heart ache.

He opened the barn door with a bang, his chest flat and flat from the run. There he is. [M/n] sat down on the cold floor, looked at Ghost with a sad gaze, and also held a baby in his arms.

[M/n] trembled because of the cold air and himself, who was already wet from the rain, he hugged the baby as if to protect it.

"Ah...Simons..," [M/n] tried to smile, grinding his teeth against the pain of being shot in his leg. "This child was left alone with his family, maybe we can become his new family," [M/n] shook his hand slowly, could see Ghost slowly approaching from the corner of his eye.

"Simons, how about we give it a new name? Nightmare ,perhaps?" [M/n] muttered incoherently, so Ghost brought [M/n]'s face to his shoulder, buried [m/n]'s face so he was silent.

"We'll take care of it later," Ghost said while stroking [M/n]'s shoulder gently, finally relieved completely.

Might making another cod boys version, if you wanted to.

#ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost simon riley #simon 'ghost' riley #call of duty #CoD #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x male reader #xmale reader #male reader #ghost x male reader #gay

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b0g-b0y · 1 year

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Price x m reader Fluff with some NSFW

There isn’t anything crazy to warn about.

Friendly reminder writing isn’t my strong suit due to a disability but I do try my best❤️

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After that night you and Price kept that event to yourselfs. Price even gave you a fake punishment to cover it up and it worked. All the boys in 141 believes you’re busy doing something around the base. But that would be a lie.

You sat under Price's desk resting your arm and head on one of his thighs, well your other hand would move against his other thigh making small circles well the captain would finish paperwork. Occasionally Price would move one of his hands to pet your head that you gladly leaned into.”Is there anyone stopping by your office today or any time soon?” You asked well looking up at Price.” Well Gaz might show up with dinner soon” Price replied well, continuing his work. Y/n wasn’t a fan that Gaz would show up soon and he was definitely not a fan that Gaz would probably stay and eat with Price. And that he did Gaz came by with a big bag of Chinese food. “I got you some food sir and some for y/n but I can’t find him so I was hoping you could give it to him later” Gaz asked.” I can do that Gaz thank you. Do you plan on staying?” Price was quick to open his meal. “No sir, not today I'm helping soap fix something he may have broken,” Gaz chuckled a little. Nothing much happened after that. Price asked if you wanted to eat only to be met with a small no and your head diving into his thigh for more comfort.

It didn’t take long for Price to finish his food and he let out a grunt as he stretched and muttered something about being too full. Y/n would move his possession from between his Captains legs and got on your knees, your hands moving up your Captains shirt to reveal his stomach and his happy trail.” I love when your belly is full and healthy” you would mumble but Price heard you loud and clear. You gave small kisses against his happy trail.”Enough with this” Price would push your head back and he had hoped you didn’t see how red his face was but you did.

Later that night you left Price first and quickly moved to hide in his room. He would join you in an hour. Here you were waiting an hour too long for your captain stuck in a room that smelled like him and you were left alone with your thoughts, without thinking you would roll your hips into his bed. Well, you held his pillow close to you. Price soon entered his room only to see you rolling your hips into his bed. Well, he couldn’t see your face. It was too busy being stuffed into his pillow.”Darling you ok there need some help there?” Price spoke as he sat down on his bed. “Please Captain I need you I want you I want your fresh sent sir” You sat up and moved Price in front of you. Y/n was quick to pull his captain into a hug and quick to undo his pants as well as his own.”Slow down I’m not as young as you are love” Price said, kissing the corner of your neck.”You’re not too old to keep up with me pretty boy” You breathed out. You would soon grab both of your cocks and would rub them together trying to jerk them both at the same time but Price would put his hand on top of yours so both of your lengths were fully surrounded moving up and down at the same time. This wasn’t like before. It wasn't desperate but it was more filled with love. You both were on your knees in an embrace with small kisses here and there. After a while of your movement Price was getting close he was thrusting into both of your hands which caused you to do the same. Price tried to hide his small whimpers and moans into your neck and you a loud him.”Good boy Price you’re so good for me my love. That’s it give me your load and I’ll give you mine” you said as you kissed his shoulder. And that he did. Price came all over the both of you and you would follow suit.”We made a mess of our clothes” Price whined.” That’s ok my good boy my Captain let’s just get cleaned up and snuggle so I can whisper praises to you before you sleep” Y/n spoke. And they did just that.

#john price cod #call of duty price #price x male reader #captain price x male reader #xmale reader smut #price fluff #cod x male reader

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trashy-tries-writing · 1 year

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Part 1: In which the first encounter of Ravine leaves unpleasant or pleasant memories for some of our CoD characters with John Price / Gaz Kyle Garrick / Simon Ghost Riley

Part 2: John Soap MacTavish / König

Part 3: with Phillip Graves / Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Rudy Parra

(Totally didn’t cloud his head because I can’t draw his customized helmet)

Warning: I know nothing about the military and stuff😭

If I wrote smt that the characters wouldn’t say, please correct me because I don’t know any slang from their nationalities either or point out any mistakes I have made. LET ME KNOW please! So I can fix them. 😰 I’m not a great writer, especially because I live under a rock so don’t expect too much. Feel free to bash me in the comments if I use a bad/forbidden word from your country, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose🙏💦

Let me know if Ravine passes as a xMale!Reader or a xMale!OC :’))

John Price

Price wanted to leave this hellish place as soon as possible

It was uncomfortably hot that he believed his flesh was oozing down his bones. No one knew what caused this overwhelming heat and the man wasn’t exactly ecstatic to find it out either with the scent of burned flesh hitting him hard on the nose.

Gradually the corpses of the enemy trope increased the deeper he went down the concealed facility. Price grimaces under his breath at the torched faces, skin tissues were burned off which showed the flesh underneath that was still bubbling and sizzling. The blackened chunks of flesh sitting on the ground continued to smolder while what leftover blood turns to steam as it spills from the wound.

Following his gut feeling, Price ends up in a corridor splattered with the blood of the victims he was supposed to spill. Including the objective of this mission, although the label wasn’t plastered on an unmoving, lifeless weapon that Price thought it would when Shepard sent him down in this hellhole.

“Bloody hell- Laswell, I… found the objective.”

The name was plastered on the door of the open cell with a human inside, sitting in front of a pile of corpses that looked like civilians. It- They- were motionless beside the immense heat reeking from its body which left more questions than answers for the bearded man.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz believes Ravine to be a heartless machine.

He watched the masked man run past falling soldiers without wavering in his steps. No reaction as his teammates die before his eyes or struggle until their last breaths. Sees him leave the training room after finishing beating up everyone until exhaustion as they lay on the ground groaning.

Ravine doesn’t care about anything or anyone, and possibly not even himself. He takes orders after orders, sometimes requesting to solo it, as if a team would only drag him through the mud.

Gaz hears the whispers of hatred towards Ravine, how heartless and cold he is. How rude he is with how he answers with one word only. How unnerving it is to be in the room while he just stands there silently, not knowing where he is actually staring at through his helmet he never takes off.

Ravine doesn’t care about anything.

Gaz believed that Ravine was a heartless machine.

He saw Ravine running to the nearest corpse of their fallen brothers and sisters after the mission was done. The tall male scoops them up like broken glass, aloof at getting soiled or that there are special units to collect their bodies coming later. Ravine makes sure to leave no one behind and pile them together next to each other with their possessions as carefully as one could be, before paying his respects.

Gaz heard the heartless Ravine requesting to solo the missions when he deemed it to be too dangerous for the others as the higher ups know Ravine to be capable enough to do it on his own due to being different from any other existing soldiers, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Gaz noticed the soldier rushing back towards the training room with first aids, water, snacks and towels. He peeked inside to discover a relaxed atmosphere with the recruits chatting to each other tiredly, some drinking from their cup and gnawing on the energybar like hungry bears. They were sitting in a line and at the end was the cold Ravine giving them medical care.

The hateful whispers have turned into harmless jabs, whether it be about a new recruit being in trouble for something small as breaking a plate and pushing that soldier towards Ravine as if he was going to play alongside them.

His limited vocabulary was slowly picked up by them. Instead of saying “Yes”, some have started to respond with Ravine’s “Aye”s towards each other. Each time they couldn’t help grin when they see Ravine slouch even more than he already is from their jest.

“Fuck I’m hungry.” He hadn’t intended to say it so loudly, not that anyone was around to hear Gaz anyways. It was late and cold, he couldn’t wait to duck out and make something to eat and throw himself in bed.

But not even an hour later something warm touches his cheek from behind him and he jolts back in surprise from the warmth. He sees Ravine stepping back just as much, before hiding his body behind the corner, his upper part still sticking out with an arm stretched towards him with a bag.

“...Is that for me?”

“Aye.”

He slowly reaches towards the bag, a familiar smell reaching his nose. Gaz couldn’t help but smile when he opened the package with his favorite food and a thermos inside, his stomach growling loudly in urgency to take a bite.

Turning around to thank the man, his words are lost in his throat when the faceless soldier is nowhere to be seen.

Gaz believes that Ravine is a warm person who loves and cares in his own way.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost had been sent off to capture someone from a hideout. It was supposed to be easy but missions always go astray. What else he didn’t account for was the soldier sent by his superior to wipe them all out on the opposite side of the building. This wouldn’t have been a problem if the soldiers knew of each other’s existences.

One of them needed the target alive, the other came for a massacre.

When they crossed paths, shots were fired and when all bullets were gone, knives were raised. While It didn’t matter who died first, it would not end well with either loss. Weren’t it for the chain of commands voice ringing through both of their coms, the machete would have gone through his arm.

Ravine as Ghost came to know, backed away from him and kept that distance throughout the whole operation. Now that he got the go to kill everyone, the lieutenant saw how efficient the other was. No hesitation, no stumbling, no waiting- Ghost let the silent man do what he wanted, out of curiosity what he could do.

The lieutenant started trusting the newcomer more when Ravine jumped behind him without flinching and threw his chained machete at the enemy targeting his back. With a pull the weapon was back into his hands and his head whipped around,Ghost could mentally hear the snap.

His helmet moved in sharp, short turns at the lieutenant until he realized he was eyeing him for injuries beside the ones he himself inflicted on him a few minutes ago.

“All good Ravine. Let’s move.”

Back at their headquarters, Ghost would find little trinkets in front of the room he was currently occupying with a note stuck on it “I am very sorry for almost murdering you.” He knew immediately who this was from, especially since his ‘murderer’ in question has avoided him like the pest.

At first he thought nothing of it besides not liking him very much which happens anywhere in the workspace. But it got out of hand when Ghost came into the kitchen to get some tea and Ravine straight out jumped out the window.

It was the second floor.

Price had sighed into his palm so loudly, his soul could be seen leaving him. “I corner him and I want you to talk to him. He’s letting the guilt eat him up and I can’t let that happen.”

The captain literally shooed the tall man like a cat into his office with Ghost and held him by the collar of his turtleneck to keep him from leaving. For once Ravine stood at his full height and the lieutenant had to tilt his head up.

“Bloody hell…”

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imaginesmachine · 1 year

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(m!reader as the frog's older brother)

Alan : We've connected!

Y/N : You haven't connected shit

Edgar : We connected the dots -

Y/N : No the hell you didn't

Alan & Edgar : You liiiiiiiike HIIIIIIM!~

Y/N : SHH SHUT YOUR CAKE HOLES

#the lost boys #lostboysdavid #lostboysdwayne #lostboysmarko #lostboyspaul #xreader #x reader #xmalereader #x male reader #xmale!reader #xm!y/n

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queer-deoxys-jizz · 2 months

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Me: I want more male/non-binary reader inserts for the fandom

My brain: You know you could write them, right?

Me:

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #on account of a good majority of the cast is canonly queer and a decent amount are canonly into men/nonbinary (I know not all)#please I need more xmale/nonbinary readers #i could try but I can't write for shit

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reallyromealone · 7 months

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Constance Lefour x male reader

Soulmate au

This fandom doesn't exist yet

Think of it as marketing lmao

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

(name) looked wide eyed as he glanced out the air ships window, the Amethyst city: Oraculum. The massive city peaking from the clouds, built from the mountains.

Grand gothic stone buildings surrounding the large castle like building carved from the side of Mount Ilfred and a large violet crystal floating on a large spire, connected from two points shaped like a moon, the deepslate castle having old detailed carvings and stained glass windows of the capitals inception and newer editions from the war.

It was loud and bustling as people of all kinds stepped off the airships from places far and wide, (name) held onto his suitcase as the sound of bells and whistles for people to board could be heard, ships refilling on anything needed and loud chatter. His feet stepped against the old cobblestone as he followed the crowd to customs, standing in line as security checked luggage.

They were imposing, navy garrison uniforms with golden embellishments.

"Next" (name) broke from his thoughts as he stumbled to the guard and set his briefcase on the old oak table "name and country of Origin" he said simply and (name) some nervously "(name) (lastname) and I'm from Froja" he said and the guard glared slightly and mumbled something under his breath along the lines of 'end time bastards' and (name) kept quiet about it.

It had been two hundred years yet the world was still recovering from the war, the country of Froja wanting to harness the planets core to power everything and anything though it's methods were less than great, slowly killing the planet till it was ended by the country of skyla; a nation that was torn from the planet by his countries wrong doings.

When the officer was finished (name) scurried out, uncomfortable at the situation

Glancing around be looked for signs of his friend, grinning when he spotted him smoking off to the side "you know that'll kill ya one day right?" He teased as toddy glanced at him groggily, ash Grey eyes peaking from his dark lashes as his messy curly strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a bun, his eye bags present "I'm here to have a good time, not worry about those things" (name) always admired toddy, the man never worried.

The two walked through the bustling dock onto the streets as (name) took in the city before him, townhouses and shop houses filling the streets, colorful and vibrant as vendors and shoppers alike entered and exited, being the magic hub of the world many stores were magic relatedToddy walked to a Grimoire shop and pulled out keys, unlocking the side door leading to the upstairs apartments and (name) looked curious "my my, throwing a party are we?" A voice chimed out and (name) glanced to see a pretty man with ivory white hair that fell to mid back, straight and soft looking, His Almond skin a stark contrast to it all. He was tall and lean, a black turtle neck and fitted slacks with nice looking loafers. "Hardly, (name) this is my neighbor Constance Lefour, Constance this is my close friend (name) (last name)"

"Opposites really do become good friends... friends with this sleepy bum" Constance teased at Toddys messy clothes, the teachers dress shirt always dishevelled and sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos "Maybe I should get a roommate.." Constance said with false thought and Toddy snorted at the concept "please, you would probably tell them of their deaths with unsolicited fortunes"

"Never hurts to know when it will all end, makes one value life a bit more, you all have such little time" he spoke as if he and everyone else was different.

He was a weird pretty man.

Constance walked off without another word and Toddy rolled his eyes "accept a fortune at your own risk, he tends to get strange with them" Toddy remarked and (name) nodded "he seems like quite the character" he joked and Toddy huffed playfully"that barely covers him as a person"

"I have another neighbor, she runs the shop downstairs, she joins me for dinner or Constance as she's legally not allowed to cook" he explained and (name) raised an eyebrow "why?"

"She can't cook for shit, she almost burned the building down a few times so she's been banned as it's seen as a safety hazard"

"Fascinating"

"Also if you see a Siamese cat, don't give him food that's Winston and he already tricks like four people"

These folks seemed strange but the fondness in Toddys voice proved they were dear friends to him.

(Name)s belongings arrived a week prior, the man spending his time unpacking his room while Toddy took a nap, the man never getting enough sleep as long as he knew him.

"Thanks again... I really should get a new one" Moira said sheepishly as milsha helped a familiar get dressed for his adoption, Harold dressed in his best for a farmer just outside the capital.

"It's no problem! So what do you guys even do here?" (Name) asked as a group of angry hamsters stomped around squeaking angrily, he had never seen hamsters with mullets before but it was a first for everything he supposed.

"Ah! We help the spirits of forgotten pets start a new life as familiars for witches/warlocks and wizards! Petcrpmancy if you will!" She said cheerfully and (name) looked wide eyed "that's an incredibly noble of you two to do, I'm sure they will all find good homes" he said as a dodo bird in armor challenged a broom to a duel.

"Well I best be going, good luck Harold" (name) said and the cat looked happy as the necromancers bid their farewells.

(Name) explored the city a bit more, it was way different that back home as the sun shone high almost blindingly "oh? We meet again" a familiar voice rang clear and (name) looked to see none other than Constance flipping a shop sign to open and (name) looked at the old shop sign "Constance' magic Bazaar" "that's correct, anything and everything is sold here~"

"Fascinating, got any plant keeping grimoires?"

"Ah trying to save those poor plants from toddy Dearest?" Constance teased as they walked into the chaotic store, truly he had everything as items stacked everywhere and tagged messily.

Constance seemed to know where everything was as (name) looked at all the magical items "would you also like a fortune reading on the house?" He offered as he set the book down on the counter and types numbers into the register "50,000 Gūya" he said simply as he rested his chin in his hand, resting on the old mahogany counter as (name) paid with his Holo-com, a device that truly showed the mix of magic and Machina.

"Sure, why not" he said and Constanc practically beamed at this his honey eyes dancing with joy as he cracked his fingers, pulling a note pad and a pen, drawing sigils on it "projection magic?"

"Don't you want to see it?"

Constance spoke some encantations as he took (name)s hands and placed it on the paper "fortetīo" he said simply and removed the others hand from the paper as it set itself on fire, light projecting from it.

"What kind of fortune is it?"

"A love one"

(Name) Raised an eye brow and Constance shrugged playfully "I'm a sucker for romance~"

The two watched the fortune of (name) waiting at a table in black and white dressed in a suit and looked happy when he noticed.... Constance walk into frame?

"Well then"

"My my, never thought this is how I would meet my beloved, been so long I thought I didn't have one ~"

"Why's that?"

"Don't worry about it"

Toddy sipped his tea tiredly as he took it in "good luck" he said exhausted and (name) smiled sheepishly as Constance fixed his hair up, always trying to get Toddy to look less like he rolled out of bed "I promise to return him by eleven~" he teased and Toddy rolled his eyes "you better, he starts work tomorrow"

#x male reader #x reader #xreader #xmale reader #Constance lefour x reader #Constance lefour x male reader #familiar friends x reader #familiar friends x male reader

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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What about an Anakin Skywalker imagine where the reader is a bounty hunter, and they fall in love and have to keep their relationship a secret. And Anakin and the reader get married in secret instead of padme and Anakin. -🐊

You were mandalorian and a ture one at that. You were born just as the civil war heated up. You were a happy child. Your parents and your older brothers loved you as much as any child could ask for. Things went to hell when Jaster Marell died and Jango Fett disappeared.

Your parents were at the forefront and you were often left with your older brothers as they had not taken their Verd'goten yet. It was lonely but your brothers made sure to keep your mind off of it. Then your parents were killed by death watch. Your brothers had to take their Verd’goten early to protect you. Then satine took power and exiled the true mandalorians to concord dawn.

You weren’t the same happy kid you used to be. You became bitter. Not at your parents, not at your brothers but at satine and death watch. They exiled you from your home and robbed you of your parents. Your brothers tried. They really did. But they turned to the preferred profession of mandalorians, bounty hunters. Leaving you on your own more times than not. You understood that they needed the credits but it made the bitterness grow. All you wanted was love.

Then before your Verd’goten your brothers disappeared and the bitterness reached a boiling point. You hunted for them.You did, you really did but there was no trace of them. And that scared you, you were desperate. And so as a recognized adult in mandalorian culture you became a bounty hunter to give you the ability to finance your hunt for your brothers.

You had a job when you were about seventeen. You were hired to bring a corrupt senator in for questioning. It took a while to find him but you did. Your beskar was gray to honor your parents. You found the filth of a man on Pantora. You walked in to the room where he was sleeping you were disgusted at how the man had what was no doubt a slave girl snuggled up next to him. You pulled your pistol from your left hip holster and set it to stun. You pointed it at the man when you felt a heat in front of your neck you looked down and saw a blue blade. You heard stories of the Jetti(Jedi) and their infamous lightsabers.

“You were right master. The senator has a bounty on him.” You look at the one who spoke. It was a teenaged Jetti. He was probably eighteen or nineteen. He had blonde hair though it was more brown. He had a braid that rested over his shoulder. His eyes were blue and sparkly but held a heaviness that you knew came from a trauma related to his parents. He was beautiful. I felt a whisper in my mind telling me that he and I were destined.

“And a mandalorian at that. Can you tell us who wants the senator dead?” The older, redheaded jetti(Jedi) asked you as he put his hand out for you to drop your blaster. You drop it into the older jedi’s hand and he smiles at the fact it was on stunned. He managed to look into your visor. “You didn’t Plan to kill him.” it wasn’t a question. You simply shrugged. “Client wanted him alive. And wanted him back on coursount for questioning. That’s all I know.” The older Jetti(Jedi) simply raised an eyebrow at you. “And You didn’t ask questions?” It was a valid question but what you were going to tell the Jetti(Jedi) would shock them.

“I have evidence that the senator is involved with slave trading. Someone hired me to get him to the capital. After my contractor gave me the evidence I didn’t need to ask questions.” You said as you handed the older of the two your contract and bounty hunter’s license. You could see the faces of the Jedi twist disgust as they looked at the prof, especially the younger one. He shoved past you to a couch waiting for his…Master? Biur?(Parent.) you weren’t sure how he was related. The one with the blonde hair seemed to look to his elder for guidance and you were reminded of how you used to look to your older brothers. Finally the older of the pair sighed and looked into your visor again. “I apologize for the misunderstanding. I am Jedi knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and my young companion is my Padawan, Anakin Skywalker.`` Ah, the younger of the two had a name now, Anakin. It made him even more attractive to you. You wanted to know everything about the boy in brown and black robes. You were brought out of your thoughts by Obi-Wan speaking again.

“I understand you have a bounty and need to turn him in, but we need to bring this information to the Chancellor. Would you travel with us and be willing to give the Chancellor your evidence?” You had to think about it. You were used to turning in the bounties you found. But, you thought of the pictures of those slaves in the pictures. How scared they looked, how young some of them were and most importantly, how that could have been you. You needed to get justice for those slaves. You moved your hand slowly to the seal of your helmet. As soon as the seal was undid you removed your helmet. It was then Anakin saw the face that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

Your short H/C hair was freshly trimmed and washed. His blue eyes met your purple ones. It was instant. A connection had been formed. “I want Justice for those slaves. My name is Y/N Y/L/N of mandalore.” you said not taking your eyes off of Anakin. But because of that you didn’t see the smirk on Obi-Wan’s face. It was quickly decided that the senator would ride in your ship as you had a few holding cells. And that to make sure nothing went wrong Anakin would also ride with you.

So, that’s how you found yourself sitting in the cockpit of your ship in your sleep clothes sitting next to Anakin. It wasn’t a tense silence but it definitely was not pleasant either. Finally, you sighed mentally and broke the silence.

“Are you Okay? You looked like you were about to puke when you saw the evidence.” Your voice was a lot softer without the modulator in your helmet. You saw a lot of emotions flicker upon Anakin’s face. Hurt, fear, anger, desperation and remembering. The Padawan took a breath then turned to meet your purple eyes.

“I was born a slave. I know what It’s like to see those so similar to me but for them to not have the out I did.” You could sympathize. But, something broke your heart in the fact that this boy who could only be a year or two older was forced to be a slave when he was the most handsome male in the galaxy and had a heart of gold reafrramed your view of the Galaxy. That It forces horrible things onto people who didn’t deserve them while rewarding the ones who made the galaxy a miserable place. You related to Anakin’s pain and you told him your pain. And Anakin fell in love with you. And you vice versa. As you left coursount with your reward. You gave Anakin your comm code.

Two years passed with sporadic visits and meetings. But, your love for each other grew. In those two years you buffed up. And were no longer the skinniest bounty hunter in the galaxy. You sighed watching the news. A war had started and you knew Anakin was a part of the incident that caused the war. Your comm flashed with a message. You looked at it and rushed to your ship while throwing your armor on.

“Meet me on Naboo~A.S.” You dropped everything to get to your boyfriend. You had no idea why Anakin wanted to meet here but it didn’t matter. You wanted to kiss your di’Kut(idot) of a boyfriend for not contacting you sooner. You were in full armor as you stepped onto the balcony that Anakin had chosen to meet at. It had a great view of the ocean. You could see why Anakin had chosen this place. You could see a figure in a Jetti(jedi) robe with the hood up. You could feel that it was Anakin and that he was happy to see you.

“I’m sorry about all the secrecy Y/N.” The Padawan said without turning to face you. You could tell he meant it. It was a feeling Anakin radiated often. You were both Adults in the eyes of the law. But emotionally you were both still children. Anakin was brash and said things he often regretted or wished he could take back. And you still held great resentment about what was taken from you thus causing you to be cold to Anakin at times. But, you both stuck with each other and loved each other and always apologized to each other.

You stepped closer to your boyfriend eventually standing next to him at the balcony. “It’s fine Ani. I’m just glad you’re okay.” you said undoing your helmet. You could feel Anakin tense up and then move his hands to remove his hood. You saw it then. A cybernetic hand. You balked at it unsure how to comfort your boyfriend. You just moved to hug him but he stopped you. He looked at you in those vibrant purple eyes he loved so much as he spoke.

“Y/N I know this is abrupt and against tradition but, I already got you a ring and filled out marriage licenses for us. And given the state of the galaxy and the fact our jobs are dangerous, would you marry me?” The chosen one said as he held out a Ring that had a blue gemstone that was the same color as Anakin’s eyes. You could see that Anakin wore a ring with a ring with a purple gemstone that matched your eyes. You looked into those blue eyes you knew so well and you didn’t need to think of your answer.

“Of course, of course I’ll marry you Anakin! You make me complete.” You don't say anything more as you rush to meet Anakin in a kiss. It wasn’t as most couples would propose. But, when that couple is a Jedi and a mandalorian bounty hunter you can’t say they are like most couples. You and Anakin share a moment filled with light not knowing how much darkness the next three years of the Clone Wars would bring.

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