#Maria x reader

[limethefirst]

y/n can be little sister of Maria, and they both found shadow in the lab and y/n put some stickers at shadow face i think cute pls pls

Sticker Fiasco 

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader x Maria Robotnik (platonic)

warnings: minor Sonic 3 spoilers

summary: on your way to your new room, you and your sister stumble upon a strange hedgehog who is unamused by the stickers you seem to place around him

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTEEE!! sorry for taking a bit with these requests! I currently have like 7+ requests in my inbox so please be patient with me!

You let out a small giggle as you held onto your sister’s shirt. She was skating through the facility and you clung onto her, your skates dragging you along.

It wasn’t a long journey to where you needed to go, it was just a small room for you and your sister to share but it was near your grandfathers laboratory, so you both needed to go down a few hallways to find it.

At some point you reached the hallway that Maria said you needed to go through to find your room. As she neared it one of the guards blocked her off, “Hey this is a restricted area,”

Another man quickly stepped in, “Don’t you know these are the Doctors grandchildren? He takes them everywhere he goes,” the man offered you both a smile and kneeled down a bit, “Lose the skates though,” he offered a word of advice, both you and Maria nodded back at him, letting him know you would.

Both of you then skated down the hall, taking off your skates at some point. As you continued walking you reached an empty lab, with a strange creature in the middle. Maria put both of your things down on a nearby desk as she entered, you followed short behind.

There was no one in the room besides the strange looking hedgehog in the middle. Maria slowly made her way up to it, she then waved at you to come over, which you hesitantly did. While you both stared, the hedgehog inside suddenly turned around, his face held a mean expression.

You stood behind your sister, grabbing onto her nervously. Maria laughed at the hedgehogs face, making a fake angry face at him as well, trying to mimic his look. You let out a small giggle causing the hedgehog to look at you.

Quickly Maria turned around and grabbed the marker that was on the table and began to draw on the glass the hedgehog was confined behind. You watched her draw, slowly stepping out from behind her. Suddenly remembering the little stickers you had in your pocket that your grandfather had gifted you.

Grabbing them you started to put at least a dozen stickers all around the bunny Maria had drawn, only enhancing the cute image in front of you.

Once you both finished the two of you looked towards each other and laughed, the hedgehog shifted to the side, deadpanning at the stickers and drawing you and your sister had added.

Maria gave you a quick nod towards the tube, putting her hand on it, you did the same. Each of you putting a hand on the cold glass.

He looked at both of your hands, raising his own to press onto the glass as well, once he did you smiled brightly at him, somewhat jumping with joy at the chance for you and your sister to makes a new friend.

The little hedgehog was also happy, happy to finally be seen as something besides a lab rat, maybe even a part of a family.

[writerslittlelibrary]

Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

masterlist

a/n: I figured writing some headcanons was a bit less pressuring, and I enjoyed this so much! I’ll definitely be writing more headcanons in the future :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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[rafayelscutiee]

silent hill 2 remake won the Japanese GOTY OMGGG the world is healing y'all!!!!

[bloodied-blossom]

She helped you.. She truly is an angel.

1.6k Words; Angel x Reader (1/2)

Killer Chat! Fanfic

Small spoiler warning for Angel's Name!

You took it upon yourself to rid the world of another scummy asshole... But it went entirely south... Near her place and desperate to see her, to get help. You arrive at your girlfriend's doorstep. bloody, weak and ridden with guilty at her worried expression..

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

You felt a stabbing pain in your side at every single step you took. The ache in your chest as you heaved out heavy breaths, it was agony. You walked and walked until you knew you’d reach your destination. How did this happen? How could you let this happen?

You, like your girlfriend, were a serial killer. You took pride in ridding the world of terrible people, scum or creeps that didn’t deserve the life they had. And one particular man stood out to you. You knew ever since you received information on him that you needed him dead. You spent your time watching the man, going over his schedule day and night. Memorizing random events and routines he had. From there? You hatched your perfect murder scheme.

However, it wasn’t perfect at all. This disgusting man, who you took for an arrogant, weak fool, was incredibly strong. He had used that fact to overpower you, restrain you. He took your knife and slash at you, protecting himself. In the end? You barely made it out alive. You doubt the monster would’ve stopped, he would’ve killed you for that attempt at his life and you knew it.

He saw your face, he has your blood even if mixed with his own from your fight. You’d be found out at this rate.

If you don’t die first.

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Luckily, however, you knew this area like the back of your hand. Your girlfriend, Angel, lived around here. You walked these streets with her day after day, talking about everything your life could and will be as time passes. You love her dearly… you knew you could trust her to help you. Home was too far, and a hospital was a death sentence waiting to happen. So this was your only hope.

You pushed forward despite the throbbing pain in your side and legs, you needed to see her, to feel her warmth… You needed her help desperately. And you made it… You stood in front of her doors, stopping the blood that threatened to stain the floor below you. You shakily raised your hand, your adrenaline running thin, the pain only worsening. You gave three weak knocks, a light head. You felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

Though, your pain seemed to wash away when the door swung open and you saw her… standing and staring at you, her face twisting with worry. You always loved her eyes, the way they brought you comfort with each glance. You moved to walk in, tripping over yourself… and she was there to catch you. You needed this.

Angel lifted you to stand carefully, hurriedly rushing you to her guest bathroom. She set you in the bathtub carefully, panic ridden in her voice as she spoke. “Little feather, what happened to you?!”

You couldn’t respond, her tone giving you chills. You hated seeing her like this, the worry… even though she remained gentle through it all. You sat up, moving your hands to let the blood pooling in your hands fall into her tub. She wasted no time digging through her cabinets for her medical supplies.

You finally found your words when she moved forward, her gentle hands working to clean up your bloodied body. She moved your shirt out of the way, gently running her hands over your body as she scrubbed the dried blood away. “I… fucked up.” your voice was hoarse, your throat dry for screaming. You hadn’t spoken until now, so it was a shock to both of you. “I fucked up badly, my Angel..”

He leaned against her hand as she lifted it to your face, softly caressing your cheek. She kissed your forehead, silently urging you to continue while bandaging the major gash on your side. “Please, tell me what happened. What happened to you…” She whispered softly.

You didn’t want to worry her with this, to stress her. To add more problems onto her never ending list. But the look in her eye, the sincerity in your voice… it made you melt, you trusted her. You shifted your body as she worked, clearing your throat before speaking again.

“I… had a target I had been monitoring for over a month now. I spent time learning his daily schedule and found today, the perfect date to kill him. He’s an abusive man, controlling… he deserved to die… it was supposed to be easy..” You could see the shift in Angel’s demeanor as you kept talking. “That piece of shit overpowered me, easily. He knocked me down, took my weapon… and he would’ve killed me if I didn’t have that small chance to stun him… I… I almost died, Maria..” You muttered out, biting your lip to a bruising point. The thought scared you, dying far too soon. Never getting to see her again, leaving her alone like that.

You couldn’t stand the thought… And neither could She.

She seemed to tense at your last remark, her grip on your arm tightening as she finished up bandaging a smaller wound. You softly kissed her cheek, bringing her focus back to you as you continued.

“He still has my weapon, and he saw my face… at this rate, if he doesn’t die, I… I could be found out… And that puts you all at risk.. I’m..” you paused, the reality sinking in as you finally started to cry. “I’m sorry.”

She quickly shushed you, taking your hand into hers as she soothingly rubbed her thumb into the back of it. “What matters right now is that you're safe… This is out of your hands now, I’ll handle it.” She gave you a knowing look. Even if you tried to protest, she wouldn’t listen. You rubbed your eyes and nodded. She smiled at you, kissing your cheek as she pulled you to stand from the pool of blood.

“One moment… I’ll bring you some clothes you left over, okay? Take these off..” She motioned to your blood soaked clothes before leaving the bathroom… You could not be more grateful for her. You took it upon yourself to rinse off any blood she missed, using her soap. You always loved that floral scent she had every time she finished showering. This one was identical, but not quite it. Right as you were drying up, she stepped in, eyes covered as she set your things down on the toilet seat.

“There you are… change. I’ll bring you some water and pain killers… I know it still hurts, sweetheart..”

And she was right, it did hurt. But you barely noticed. After all, your angel was caring for you. You got dressed and fixed up your hair, limping out of the bathroom. The fresh air, finally the smell of iron gone, relieved your aching lungs. You walked to her room, waiting for her to come in. And when she did, you took the glass of water from her hand and quickly downed the pills she brought you.

You didn’t deserve this, to have someone as caring as her…

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She smiled, gingerly hugging you, careful not to hurt you. “There you go… Now, sweetheart?” She spoke sweetly, but her tone had an underlying feeling you knew all too well. You smirked, leaning against her slightly. “Yes, My Angel?”

She softly ran a hand down your cheek, whispering, “Could you send me the man’s information? And rest here for a while…” Your eyes softened at her request- no, her plea. She was pleading with you, and you couldn’t deny her what she wanted. You let her guide you to sit on her bed, taking out your phone as she whispered soft affirmations to you. They made your heart swell.

She smiled as her phone buzzed on her nightstand, a clear sign you’d done what she asked. “There we go… now, I'll handle everything. It’s the least I could do for you, after what you’ve done for me…” she spoke solemnly. She cupped your face once more, resting her forehead against yours. Her touch was always loving, her tone always gentle. You melted like this.

“Thank you… my angel..” was all you could muster before lying back against her pillows. You curled up, hugging one close. The smell reminding you of her. You slowly drifted off, comforted by the familiar feeling… Her smile stuck in your head… the last thing you heard was that same warm voice speaking out to you.

“Sleep well, my love… I’ll keep you safe, I promise.

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Maria looked down at your sleeping figure, her smile wiping off her face immediately as rage finally boiled over. Someone had hurt you, her lover. She cared and comforted you through thick and thin… but finally someone had crossed the line. They put their disgusting hands on you, made you bleed. Cry in pain, arrive at her doorstep on the brink of passing out, or worse. She couldn’t stand for it. Her lover, someone nearly killed her lover. And that was not a thing she could let slide, something she will never take lightly.

She stood from her seat on the edge of the bed, stalking over to her shelf. She grabbed her favorite gun off its mount, walking to her drawers. She quickly reloaded it, placing extra clips into her weapon case. Luckily, it was decorated like an instrument case, so it was easy to get around without suspicion. She grabbed her heart shaped crossbody, a gift you gave her back on her birthday… Quickly putting a mask, her gloves, and her phone inside.

She’d make sure you were safe, like she promised. That man wouldn’t get the chance to breathe another word about you after she was done.

As a matter of fact… He wouldn’t be breathing at all.

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

Enjoy my angel lovers! I got feedback from someone who I personally think is the number one Angel fan! There will be a part two! I'll be doing the part two of Ronin's fic before this part two! I hope it's good!

[softlymaximoff]

What about a Maria x Natasha x Wanda x Reader mood board at the zoo?

Pumpkin’s day at the zoo 🐅

Tags: @aggieslittlebunny @ageofevermore @wandasdove @wandaslamb @gemxolio @blue-willow-tree @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @moonlightbvcky @moonxytcn

[huntfeld]

Echoes in the Fog

Pairing: Maria (Silent Hill) x Reader

Summary: Maria feels an overwhelming sense of emptiness wandering through the fog-shrouded streets of Silent Hill without Y/N by her side. The town's eerie silence and unsettling creatures only intensify her loneliness. Maria, who was created to manipulate and torment, finds herself yearning for Y/N’s presence, something she never anticipated.

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The mist never cleared in Silent Hill, and neither did the lingering ache in Maria's chest. Her heels tapped rhythmically as she moved through the town, searching for you. It had become a routine: walking the empty streets, calling your name in a whisper that faded into the fog, hoping you would find her before something else did.

She stopped by the lake, its waters hidden beneath a dense layer of mist. Memories tugged at her, of the times she had felt so close to you—yet always just out of reach. The way you'd looked at her, torn between recognition and confusion. You wanted her, didn't you? Even if you couldn't admit it, she knew the truth.

The wind tugged at her short skirt, the air cool against her bare skin. She leaned against a tree, wrapping her arms around herself. Even in this town of horrors, the thought of being with you sent a warmth through her body. She had always felt something when you were near, an undeniable pull that made her heart race.

And then, as if her thoughts had summoned you, she saw a shadow through the mist. Her pulse quickened, and she pushed herself off the tree. "Y/N?" she called softly, hope trembling in her voice.

The shadow grew clearer, and there you were, stepping out of the fog like a dream. She was afraid you might vanish if she blinked. You looked at her, your expression torn between surprise and something deeper—desire, maybe? She felt it every time you were near, the unspoken tension between you, as though both of you knew what you wanted but were too afraid to reach for it.

Maria smiled, walking slowly toward you. "I knew you'd come back to me," she murmured, her voice soft and seductive. "You always do."

Your eyes scanned the surroundings, wary of the dangers that lurked in Silent Hill's shadows, but your gaze kept returning to her. There was something irresistible about Maria, something that called to you despite the chaos and fear this town held. Maybe it was the way she moved—confident, sensual—or the way her eyes seemed to know what you wanted, even when you didn't say it.

She stepped closer, until the space between you was almost nonexistent. The warmth of her body contrasted with the cold air, and her fingers gently grazed your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. Her lips curved into a playful smile, but her eyes told a different story—one of longing, of desperation to be seen by you, truly wanted.

"You don't have to run from me anymore," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "I'm not Mary. I'm what you need."

She reached up, her fingers brushing your cheek, drawing your face closer to hers. Her touch was soft, intimate, and yet there was a fierceness in the way she held you, like she was afraid you might disappear again.

The fog seemed to tighten around you, enclosing the two of you in your own world, a world where there was only her, her touch, her breath. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was real—if she was real. But as her lips hovered just inches from yours, the need to feel her, to be with her, overwhelmed the doubt.

You closed the distance, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both gentle and urgent. Maria's breath hitched as she pressed against you, her hands sliding up your chest, holding onto you like she'd never let go. The kiss deepened, filled with all the unspoken emotions between you—the loneliness, the fear, but also the desire. Her body molded against yours, and the heat between you grew, pushing away the cold of the fog.

She pulled back just slightly, her lips still hovering near yours, her voice breathless. "You feel that, don't you? I'm not just some dream. I'm here, for you."

You nodded, your hands instinctively moving to her waist, pulling her closer. Her eyes lit up with something primal, and she leaned in again, kissing you with more intensity, more need. Every touch, every brush of her skin against yours sent a spark through your body, and the world around you seemed to fade away.

Maria's hands slid under your shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Her lips trailed along your jaw, down to your neck, and she whispered, "I've wanted this for so long."

The fog swirled around you, but it was as if the town itself was pausing, giving you this moment. Her touch was intoxicating. The way her body moved against yours with an urgent grace. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so alive, so connected with someone.

But as the moment built between you, the fog seemed to shift again, the sounds of the town returning faintly in the distance. Maria's eyes found yours, and for the first time, there was something tender there, beyond the desire—a vulnerability she rarely showed.

"I don't care about this place, or what it wants from you," she said softly, "I just want you to want me."

You leaned down, kissing her again, this time softer, slower, as if reassuring her that she was the only thing that mattered. Her breath hitched, and when she pulled back, there was a tear in her eye.

"Take me with you," she whispered, "We don't have to stay here. We don't have to keep running. We can be together. For real."

For the first time, the idea of escaping this cursed place with her seemed possible. Maybe you weren't meant to live in the shadow of the past anymore. Maybe you could start something new—something real.

You held her close, feeling the warmth of her body, the beat of her heart, and nodded. "I'm not leaving you behind," you whispered.

Maria smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face, and in that moment, the fog seemed to lift, just a little. The town might still be full of nightmares, but here, in this fleeting moment, you had each other. And maybe that was enough.

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[lastfairdealgonedown]

we are paper boats, floating on a stream (and it would seem, we'll never be apart!)

summary - in which you will always find each other, one way or another. be it by chance, or by curse. → lady maria x afab!reader, plain doll x reader if you squint

includes - angst blurb, italics are flashbacks, mentions of blood & death, 1.9k words of pure angst, gehrman is unfortunately mentioned, reader eventually turns into The Hunter™, just neverending horrors man

a/n - hey maria [leans against newly signed blood contract]. anyways, i apologize if this is badly written!! book quotes in the fic are directly from Have A Nice Life's 'Deathconsciousness' booklet.

The Research Hall was, by no means, a happy place. A gloomy atmosphere, a horrid smell, grotesque sounds of limbs twisting and readjusting, pained screams at every turn and the occasional voice; All these conditions make it check out as places no one would like to be.

But Maria stayed there, regardless. She, in her own words, decided to spend most of her nights there in order to «repent for her sins.» When she had first told you, you had giggled, thinking it was an exaggeration of sorts, only to quickly straighten up once you realized your wife was being serious. You had tried to suggest that maybe you could help her, but you could only do so much for a subject of such importance, while ill.

With the sound of your footsteps echoing through the tall room, you are hit with the smell of books, and the memories that come with it, back when you were a young hunter, so full of life, excited to study under the first hunter himself, with another young lady, about your age.

“Oh now, Maria- Surely, Master Gehrman won't have an issue with us being up at this hour if it is to read.”

The tall blonde looks down at the girl she has come to consider a close friend, how your hair frames your face, how your eyes seem like they have stars resting beneath under the moonlight let in from the library window, and how you seem to be genuinely happy around her, “I have a feeling that is not the case,” she reluctantly replies, accent heavy on her tongue.

You look up at her with a chuckle, clutching the book you chose from the shelves close to your chest. “Oh now, don't be like that! Come, sit with me. Would you like to flip through this book?” Suddenly, you hold the book in your hands properly, turning it so that the front cover is facing her and holding it up in her field of view, “It's a historian's study on death, I thought it would be a most intriguing read.”

“..I will indulge you, for now.”

Chuckling at the fond memory, the hunter takes a turn to enter a room at the lower-most level of the Research Hall, steps light as to not startle the patient bound to the wheelchair within. Her head appears to be one made of slime, a disgusting sound and smell emanating from it. Now that you think of it, Maria had once described a patient of her likeness that is a close friend, by the name of Adeline; Mayhaps this is her?

“Excuse me- Is this Adeline? I am.. Maria's wife, I sincerely apologize for the disturbance.”

Facial expressions aren't necessary to sense how glad she is for your company, judging by little twitches of her muscles and the gasp that comes from her, “My lady! Oh, how glad I am to hear from you- It is so lonely and oh so quiet here.”

With a bittersweet smile, you take slow steps towards Adeline, drenched hood hanging over your shoulders. “So am I; I wanted to ask you of Maria's whereabouts, actually. Have you any idea of where she is?”

“Lady Maria, you say?” You can't help but notice how her mood seems to deflate, and your heart falls to your stomach. The bad hunch from before is still persisting, just where in seven hells is she? “I have not heard of her at all, not since last night.”

At that, your frown suddenly deepens, standing to your full height after being hunched next to Adeline's wheelchair. “Do you know where she possibly could be?”

It's small moments like these that you live for.

A dark library, the moonlight through the window, and a slowly melting candle in front of you, just enough to illuminate the words on the pages of your chosen tome for the day. But above all, by far, the one thing warmer than the fire of the candle, is the comforting and firm arm around your shoulders.

You won't question it, of course, lest the moment breaks. You silently lean into it instead, book rested against your lap and open so that both of you may read.

Raising your head with a light tilt, you smile up at Maria and chuckle, fingers braced on the hard cover and ready to open the book, as if it's a surprise. “Ready?”

“You ask as if it's a battle. Of course, I am ready.”

With a giggle, you turn your head down and open the tome sitting on your lap, flipping through the pages all the way to the introduction and taking a light inhale, opening your mouth and beginning to read.

“When a historian looks back, what he sees is Death. It is everywhere, the universal constant informing every act. Only the Historian is aware of how we are blind to the amount of history pushing into our backs - blind to time and our place in it. We are ignorant of history and ignorant of Death, and only the Historian sees it for what it is.”

“The clocktower, or.. Aiding other patients- Maybe even ending to the flowers.”

“I see. Thank you, Adeline; Take care.”

You don't give her much of a moment to reply when you speedwalk out of the room, a heavy feeling in your heart and panting as you exert yourself to an extent where you haven't for a while, hurriedly running up the circle stairs of the research hall, with your eyes wildly scanning the place, in search of your wife.

“...When we come known to Death, and Death known to us, we react as if we are the first; as if we were Adam in the Garden, and death a great injustice, a surprise.”

Pleas do very little against fate. This, is a lesson that you learned the hard way, but have seemed to unlearn in this very moment. Anyone, everyone, just not her. This, you repeat internally like a mantra, as if it will drown out the vines growing out of your heart and wrapping around your neck, mercilessly digging their thorns into your skin.

You smile to yourself, leaning a bit further into Maria as your eyes continue to trail over the words, head resting on her shoulders whilst the tip of your finger follows every word you read meticulously.

“But this death matters very little. In truth, it matters not at all, for it is just one more body in a pile.”

Maria is nowhere to be seen. Your feet are aching, your running is loud and attracts the attention of everyone in the research hall, your lungs are burning but so is your throat, eyes choked up with tears.

A hunch is merely a hunch. But why does this feel so daunting? And so you run. And you run, until you exhaust all there is to exhaust. Up the stairs, into one room, out from another. Out into the balcony with the lumenflowers, back into the main building.

“Who are we to shed a single tear over one more dead soul when it is is simply another in the unceasing parade of death down our streets, in our fields, in our homes?”

Your steps come to a halt when you reach the top of the staircase, panting heavily and placing you hands flat against the double doors, leaning against them to catch your breath. These doors should lead you outside, and then to the Astral Clocktower. If Maria is not there, then she is not anywhere, and you have plenty of reason for concern.

Casting one final look at the floors below in hopes she appears, you turn around and push the doors open with difficulty, wincing at how they creak in protest, before you pick up your pace once more, running across the garden of lumenflowers with trembling hands and legs, almost stubbling at every other step. Perhaps one day, when your sickness shows mercy, you'll come here and gather some flowers for her; They're her favourites, after all.

With an exasperated groan, you slam your hands on the doors of the Astral Clocktower after swallowing down whatever dread is rapidly spreading through your whole chest, huffing and pushing the heavy doors open, cowering to yourself at the loud sound, but still pushing.

“...Why are we surprised when we join it’s dancing flood?” finally reading aloud the last sentence of the second paragraph, you realize that Maria's weight is significantly heavier on you. So you turn to look at her with a smile, tilting your head when you realize she's nodding off,

“Maria?”

You feel stupid for how hopeful you sounded, and how quickly your smile got wiped off your face upon noticing the blood on her cravat, as well as how she was limp over her seat. Why is there blood on her? Why is there blood on the ground? And-

“This is.. fresh?” With trembling hands, you feel over the red stains on her, before desperately grabbing her shoulders, shaking her vehemently; As if it will awaken her, as if you will awaken from this horrid nightmare, “Maria? Maria!"

“...Good hunter?”

And so the nightmare persists, this time in the Hunter's Dream, years later. Never in your life did you believe that you'd come to be startled by such a gentle voice, and yet it happens, every time, without fail, as if trying to wake a blind animal; No matter what you do and how you go about it, they will always end up startled. Which, frankly, wouldn't happen to you if her voice wasn't the same as that of a face from the past, in your defense.

You blink rapidly to force yourself to wake up from the nightmare (or was it a memory?) that you had in your unsconscious state, looking up and squinting at the Doll; You don't miss how she is hunched over, fingers intertwined and gazing down at you in concern. Were you muttering incoherently in your sleep, again? "Ah, is.. everything okay, Doll?"

"..It would seem so, Good hunter. You were muttering in your sleep, again; I took it upon myself to wake you." She speaks so gently, so calculated. She looks like Maria, has the same accent as her; And yet, she just.. isn't her. So much so that it causes you phantom pains; You aren't ignorant to how you look her way out of reflex, how sometimes you gaze in longing as she prays over the tombstones, how you melt when your hands meet as she enhances your strength. You could've sworn that you saw Maria standing there, merely a few days ago - or is it that you're finally going insane?

"..I see." comes your quiet reply, rubbing your eyes before pushing yourself to stand with a groan, from where you were sitting on the ground and resting. The Doll was her own presence, and Maria was once her own. Maybe they are connected by some thin thread of fate, but The Doll is not Maria, and Maria isn't her. With Gehrman's abandonment upon realizing this, he left her to her own devices, with you as her only company. "Thank you for waking me up in time, Doll."

"Of course. Are you.. going to depart, again?"

"The night doesn't exactly wait for me to rejuvinate," you muse, bending down to pick up your saw cleaver, twirling your wrist and listening to how it cracks, tension melting away, "So yes. To Byrgenwerth, this time."

You don't miss a flash of something, in the Doll's eyes. Perhaps she wished for you to stay, and you wouldn't mind if you did; Alas, you are duty-bound once more. "Farewell then, good Hunter." Her eyes follow you as you make your way to the proper tombstone,

"May you find your worth in the waking world."

[teaaagan]

Copy

Maria: Do you or do you not still have me saved as “The copy of the James wife” in your phone

Y/N: Your hair looks amazing today

Maria: Answer the question, Y/N.

[nikipuff]

Angel x !Manager!Reader

Warnings: Death, murder, cannabalisim, slight manipulation (i guess?)

“Darling, just move it down a bit . . . and there! You did it!” Angel encouraged you, a sickly sweet smile on her face as she held your hands in her own, guiding them downwards. Breathing shakily, you gripped the knife tighter, listening to Angel’s instructions. It was easier that way- you didn’t have to process what she was making you do, listening to the sound of her voice and using it to disconnect from reality.

Angel let out a hum of satisfaction as she surveyed your work, picking up one of the sliced fingers she had guided you through cutting. Ripping a bit off, she placed it in her mouth, savoring the chewy and metallic taste. She considered whether to offer you some, but decided against it.

Gently prying the knife out of your hands, Angel grabbed a wet cloth and started to clean your fingers, one by one, her touch light and teasing. Glancing at her phone, she remembered that she needed to take a photo for you to show the server. After all, it was your first kill. Her little manager, now tainted just like her.

She had hired you when you were a doe-eyed stranger, searching for work on the streets. Reeking of desperation, she took pity on you, and hired you to work for her. At first, it was just as a housekeeper, someone to keep her company and clean up after her.

But the more she talked to you, the more she learned. You were a quiet little thing, preferring not to go out of your way to communicate with Angel. Seeing how you did your tasks, she found you to be quite organized with the work you were given, leaving her to consider something about your job.

A little promotion would be good for you, correct?

“My manager!” Angel declared, grinning as she looked at you. “What do you think?”

Jaw dropped, you stared at Angel as if she had gone insane. You? Her manager? She giggled. 

“You’re always so organized and efficient, it would be perfect for you! Besides, the pay is much better.”

You had agreed, hearing the promise of the job paying more. Sweet naive you, eager to help her with whatever she needed. Fan mail went straight to you to be answered, any hate comment being swiftly deleted as you combed her socials. 

Months passed before she told you her true occupation- A serial killer. Angel remembered your expression, filled with both fear and confusion. Yet, she also saw something that made her smile widen. Interest.

The server members loved you. After all, you were someone that Angel trusted, so you surely must be good. Angel was the one who explained how everyone was like her, a killer who hasn’t yet been caught. And that it was high time you properly joined.

The victim was some random celebrity this time. A small actor, who was just now beginning her career. Her personality a little too harsh, a bit too loud for most. Angel had picked that one for you specifically, someone that was your polar opposite. 

Now you sat in front of her, body tense as you dared a glance at the ever-growing pool of blood. Angel had already removed the body at some point and moved it to the kitchen, and you were too deep in shock to notice. She continued to dab the cloth at your hands until they were free of any remains left from your crime.

Crime. 

You killed someone. On purpose. The evidence was on the floor, in Angel’s mouth, on the kitchen counter waiting to be cut up and served. Vomit raised up your throat the longer as you stared at the scene in front of you, leaning onto Angel’s touch for guidance.

 “Don’t worry, darling. I haven’t gotten caught, and neither will you.” Her gaze softened as she saw the genuine fear in your eyes, her bloody fingers tracing patterns on your face. “The others will be so proud of you, hmm? Let’s go and call them, alright?”

She stood, offering you her hand. You took it, legs shaking slightly as she led you towards her bedroom, knowing that you could trust your guardian angel to guide you in the right direction.

[moderninfatuation]

Hello!

I am looking to improve my writing / creative thinking by writing x reader imagines and headcanons for the characters I like! I might also be interested in writing shorts if you provide a prompt that catches my attention. Other than that, I will reblog various fanworks that i find cool and that inspire me!

I want this blog to be male and/or gender neutral reader focused, which is why i wont be taking requests for female readers :(

Minors interacting with my nsfw posts will be blocked.

If youre interested, you can read below the cut for more details:

I will do...

- romantic, platonic or family dynamics/relations

- trans headcanons, otherwise queer headcanons

- both sfw and nsfw, various kinks included

- readerxcanon

... but I won't do...

- extreme kinks; I will generally reserve the right to deny a request if it includes a fetish/sexual scenario i dont want to write about

- incest and/or harmful paraphilia

- yandere reader/character and associated themes (kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, torture etc.)

... and i am currently writing for the following fandoms and characters:

RESIDENT EVIL:

- Ethan Winters

- Leon Kennedy

- Luis Serra

- Rebecca Chambers

- Albert Wesker

- Carlos Oliveira

- Ashley Graham

- Ingrid Hunnigan

SILENT HILL:

- Harry Mason

- James Sunderland

- Maria (SH2)

- Pyramid Head

LIKE A DRAGON / YAKUZA:

If you do want to make a request, please include some details such as readers gender/pronouns, setting/scenario and character it includes - the more the better :) thank you for reading!

- pretty much every noteworthy male character from y0 to y7 (including Ishin!), ask for the girls :) im including the judgement series in this as well.

My writing depicts my own interpretation of the characters - I cant promise a 100% accurate portrayal, but I will do my best to keep it somewhat faithful

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hamefura request: Keith and Maria with an S/O who is danger prone. The S/O isn't the type to look for danger, but they more often then not accidentally stumble into something dangerous.

S/O is danger prone

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Keith, Maria ]

[ My next life as a Villainess All Routes Lead to Doom! ]

Hehe honeslty I like this prompt, I find it quite funny, but at the end I end up writing it a little too serious and even angsty... anyways, I hope u dont mind

Keith Claes

Keith can be quite flustered when it comes to romantic stuff and even get shy at times, but that doesn't stop him from being caring and even protective over you, affectionate when is just the two of you and standing up for both when he has to

Honestly, everytime Keith sees you injured he panics a little, no matter how small the injuries are he will be worried and ask you about it, thats why he feels like having a heart atack everytime you end up in a problematic situation

Keith doesn't want to blame you for your bad luck but since it have happened so much times at some point, between the worry and the desesperation, he just end up asking you how in hell you always get in dangerous situations, is, perhaps, that you like being in those dangerous situations? Still, getting to know that it have always being the same, prone to be in dangerous situations, is something quite heart-breaking for him, Keith loves you and wants to see you well but you constantly in danger makes him feel uneasy

Keith worries a lot about your safety for what he tries to be close to you all the time, thinking that, maybe, if you two are together there are chances that you won't get in dangerous situations, but sometimes he is just dragged to those dangerous situations too (but even if he feels bad about it he doesn't mind much, at least this way he can be with you and protect you at the best of his habilities)

No matter how much time it pass Keith never gets fully used to it, everytime you are involved in a problematic situation he worries (and sometimes is teased by his friends or even you, but he just can't help it), he always tries to help you if you are injured and ask a million of times if you are alright (if you try to joke about it he won't take it to well, but it reminds him that you are alright and maybe he is exaggerating a little, wich lead him to be a little embarrassed)

But when you are in a specially dangerous situation or end up badly injured Keith will take a hard time calmind down, even when you are safe and sound with him he just can't calm down, making him even more scared of losing you

But at the end he loves you too much to decide to leave you, he worries a lot and is in constants stress but is because of the love he has for you, and maybe with your help and reasurance Keith will manage to don't worry so much and trust you more

Maria Campbell

Maria is someone who will love you deeply but also gently, she is gentle and sweet by nature so her love will show it too. She is not exactly shy when it comes to show her love but she can be easily flustered by the direct display of affection and love from your part

Maria is really caring, she constantly look after your well being as something completely normal, she loves you so of course she want you to be alright, so you constantly being in danger or even injured just makes Maria to be constantly worried about you

Maria is always taking personal care of your injuries or at least at your side when you are being treaten, the first times she thought you were just having bad luck but as the more it pass she started thinking that you may be the one who is actively searching to be in the dangerous situations for some reason

As much as Maria is sweet and calm she can be serious and stand up for herself when she need it, so she won't have much troubles to confront you about it, but she will apologize the moment you tell her that its not like you do it intentionally (even if you don't feel offended or even understand why she did it, Maria still has the need to apologize)

This whole thing of you being a danger prone makes her feel too anxious about your safety and lead her to try to be close to you as much time as posible, in hope to be able to help you not get so injured often, but over time she will just get used to it

At the end Maria will understand that she can't stop it so she goes with it, always ready to treat your small wound and even just sighing to herself everytime you get into a problem, whenever you get in a situations that its wasn't so dangerous or not much to worry about she can let herself be more relaxed and even joke around to try to light up your mood (or laugh at your jokes), but if you have being in a really dangerous situation, one that could even be life threating then Maria will not be calm in the slighest, she is anxious and all worried, going back and forth until she knows you are fine

But at the end, no matter how often you are in danger that will not make her stop loving you, no matter how much times she feels worried or even like her heart will stop for worring about you she will still loves you and be there for you, and she doesn't hesitant on telling you that

[limethefirst]

im sorry i but i have to get in on this sonic movie s shadow train i love this movie so much as well! And ive been dieing for some movie shadow x readers to pop up. Is it alright if i request something? Can we have a shadow the hedgehog x reader where you also are living in the g.u.n base maria and shadow were? Your father or mother being on of the scientists and one day maria and shadow find you alone in a corner of the base writing music or playing with toys something (your marias age). Thrn they introuce themselfs and maybe you become part of their gaggle of fraggles to always being with them to the point your mother and gerald agree for you and maria both to share a room. With you shadow and maria being so close in time till your all like siblings? Idk this just sounded so cute. Thank you of your able to write this!

Birds of a Feather

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader x Maria Robotnik (platonic)

warnings: none!!!

summary: after being brought to work with your mother, Maria and Shadow stumble upon you, deciding to invite you to join their little group, from then on the three of you became inseparable

a/n: this is such a cute request! I was gonna end it with both Maria and the reader dying but I think Shadow has been traumatized enough for now…

“You stay put! I have work to do in the lab okay?” Your mother’s voice was stern; being a single mother was tough, especially because she had no one to take care of you while she did her work. You gave her a small nod, acknowledging her request.

A slight sigh escaped her lips as she lightly caressed your cheek, “Just, behave for me please,” was the last thing she told you before she walked into the door to your right, the words ‘Laboratory’ in bright white above the area.

You slowly sat down on the floor, she’d asked you to not leave and you really wanted to respect her decision, even as a child you knew her life was harder than she’d let on.

Unfortunately you were a child with a small attention span. You dug into your pockets and found a small notebook with equations, probably from your mom and a small pencil. Since there was nothing better to do maybe it was best to just draw a little bit, maybe some flowers and animals you liked.

Sitting there, you slightly hunched over, trying your hardest to draw the most beautiful roses and some bees and landscape you could. Suddenly a voice rang out from above you, “What are you doing here?” Your head snapped up, meeting the eyes of a small blonde girl and a strange black and red hedgehog.

“Uhm my mom works here..” you nervously answered her, “What are you doing here?” You asked her exact question but back at her.

“My grandfather works here!” She proudly exclaimed. The hedgehog looked between the both of you, he stood covered behind her, he had a mean face but you could tell he was more curious than anything.

The girl taking note of the awkward silence decided to introduce herself, “I’m Maria! And this is Shadow! What’s your name?”

You looked between the two, taking in who they were before you quietly responded with your name, Maria let out a big grin and Shadow silently repeated it to himself, “What are you drawing?” Maria asked, looking at the small notebook in your hand. You looked down at it and turned it over so the two could see; it looked like a small rabbit with butterflies and flowers around it, “Woah that looks really cool!”

Shadow silently nodded, agreeing with her. You thanked the two of them, fidgeting with your pencil. As Maria continued to talk you took notice of her outfit, she wore a pastel rainbow long sleeve shirt and loose pants with skates on her feet instead of shoes. She must’ve noticed you staring at them as she suddenly asked, “Do you wanna try them!?”

You hesitantly shook your head, as much as you wanted to you didn’t really know her and if she would even be okay with that. Maria reassured you that it was fine and actually really fun, before you could tell her a definite no she’d already taken them off, placing them in front of you, “Try them! Shadow can pull you around,”

Shadow looked between the both of you, clearly not having agreed but Maria nodded her head yes, leaving Shadow to only agree. Surely your mom wouldn’t notice if you were gone for a quick second.

Once you were geared up and Maria found a rope to tie onto Shadow and for you to hold, she grabbed her timer, “Ready, set, go!!” Before you had time to really brace yourself Shadow had already set off, he ran through the base, his face held a small smile as he checked back a few times to check if you were still holding on.

He saw the wide smile you had, your laughter was echoing throughout the hall filled with the other agents. Quickly you already finished the lap and had made your way back to Maria, but unfortunately you didn’t exactly know how to stop, so as Shadow had slowed down you still held a generally fast speed. Too fast actually, causing you to trip and fall face first; thankfully the fast hedgehog was able to grab you and hold you up before you fell and ate concrete.

Maria ran over to check and make sure you were okay, feeling guilt if she somehow made you upset from almost falling. As you stood up, you turned back to look at the two, your extremely wide smile shocking them both, it was almost contagious as Maria started to smile and laugh and Shadow breathed a sigh of relief but you could see the small twitch in his lips making them quirk up.

Suddenly you heard your name coming from beside you, turning you saw your mom as well as her boss Professor Gerald Robotnik looking at the three of you, “I thought I told you to stay put!” Her expression wasn’t one of anger, more a mix of stress and lack of sleep.

“Mom! I’m sorry I just met Maria and Shadow and they’re really fun and I thought it was okay, we didn’t cause any trouble-“ You started to ramble feeling immense guilt for betraying your own mother, but you were suddenly cut off.

“Now now, I think it’s quite alright, you see Maria is my granddaughter, and I trust her and your child doesn’t seem bad” The professor interrupted and explained to your mother, “I actually think it’s good for the kids to hangout and get along” he advocated for you.

All three of you nodded your head, even Shadow was agreeing! Your mom reluctantly nodded her head, agreeing that he was right.

And so you came daily, until your mom had to start working 24/7 and so Gerald let you stay in Maria’s room, even getting you guys a bunk bed. It was nice, the three of you became like the three musketeers, you’d never see each other alone anymore.

Sometimes Maria would play music and you three would all dance and jump around together. At some point you even got your own pair of skates so that you three could race, although Shadow always won.

Life was fun, everyday was like an endless sleepover, sometimes the three of you would sneak out and watch the stars, even falling asleep under the moonlight. It wasn’t bad, not at all.

These were the best days of your life, just you and your two best friends.

[writerslittlelibrary]

Hello! I hope you are fine :)

This thought just popped into my head. So we are blackhill’s daughter (and maybe wanda’s girlfriend) and we are deaf. So all the avengers are super supportive obviously. In one party we are having a good time with everyone until we go for a drink. While ordering a guy approaches (maybe shield agent or something) and wants to hit on us but we can’t hear him so we don’t pay attention. He notices our hearing aids and thinking that they are earplugs or earphones he takes them off and starts harassing us.

One of the avengers (or Wanda, Nat or Maria) notices and they come to our aid.

No rush or anything, take your time :DD 💚

masterlist requests masterlist

summary: when a guy approaches you at a Stark party, you are unable to hear him. what happens when he gets offended because he thinks he is being ignored?

pairing: Blackhill x deaf daughter reader

warnings: harassment, curse words, idiot guy, his nose gets broken so all is well in the end

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1589

a/n: I loved this request so much!! It is such an original and creative idea 🥰 (sorry it's a little short)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You inability to hear had never been a problem. Your moms were blessed with you when you were two years old. You have been deaf since birth. Apparently it was too difficult for your biological parents to raise a deaf child, so they give you up for adoption. That, however, had never been easy.

There weren’t a lot of people that were ready for the responsibility of caring for a deaf child. However, after two years of foster care, Natasha and Maria finally came along. 

It had been their dream for many years to adopt a little baby girl to add to their family. 

You grew up in an incredibly loving home. Natasha already knew some sign language because of Clint, but after adopting you her and Maria, and all the other Avengers, started learning sign language. Everyone was eager to be able to communicate with you.

Everyone on the team simply adored you, and everyone spoiled you rotten. 

Tony had insisted on sending you to some prestigious, expensive private school to ensure you would be able to learn to the best of your abilities. He claimed that your lack of hearing should never get in the way of living up to your potential. 

And so, the class you went too was small, and the teachers all signed while they spoke. Only when you turned 9 did you realise you were different when you noticed some people stared when you signed instead of spoke. 

In the end, you couldn’t have a more loving and supportive family.

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Tonight was one of Tony’s famous parties, and after a long talk with your parents, and lots of convincing and helping out around the apartment, you were finally allowed to go.

Natasha and Maria were hesitant with letting you go to these kind of parties. They knew there probably wasn’t a safer place to be, but they always preferred one of them stay home with you as the other made an appearance. It wasn’t personal, they just didn’t like to leave you alone. 

However, you were now 17. You were older and stronger, and even if anything were to happen Maria and Natasha trusted that your girlfriend, Wanda, would 100 percent be able to protect you. 

And so you got dressed. You had picked out your favourite dress and Wanda had helped you put on some light make-up.

Together with your moms and Wanda you had gone to the Stark party, quickly finding the other Avengers and catching up with them. It had been a few days since you had been in the tower. Sure, that might not sound like a lot, but you were used to seeing the other Avengers almost every day, so missing a few days made a bigger impact than others might think. 

After an hour or two, you had gotten quite thirsty. 

‘I’m getting a drink,’ you signed towards your moms and you got up. Natasha smiled and spoke as she signed. “Can you get me my favourite?” she asked, and you smiled as you nodded, turning around to head to the bar. 

When you arrived at the bar you smiled as you saw your favourite bartender. Tony was a man who preferred to have a selected group of trusted staff, and so, at every party, event or gathering the same bartenders, security and servers could be found. 

John smiled at you as he spoke and signed, asking you what you would like to drink.

That was an other thing Tony paid a lot of attention to. People were lined up for miles to join his staff, yet Tony had quite a list of requirements they all had to meet. One of those were that they had to know sign language. He wanted every Avenger to be able to communicate with his staff, even the small Avenger. 

You gave John your order as you went to sit down on a barstool, sighing as you leaned your elbows on the bar, resting your head in your hands.

Because of your position you were unable to see a guy approaching you from your left. 

“Hello there beautiful. What’s a pretty little girl like you doing alone at a party like this?” he asked. You, of course, ignored him, unable to hear what he was saying. You didn’t even realise there was someone standing next to you.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” he spoke as he raised his voice. Again, you didn’t reply. 

The man took a step closer, taking a good look at your face before he noticed the hearing aids that were stuck in your ears. You didn’t use them often. Tony had made them for you when you were 14 because you wanted to know what it was like to hear, but to be honest, you didn’t like all the noise from the world in the slightest. 

You were wearing your hearing aids tonight but you hadn’t even thought about turning them on. People always communicated with you through sign anyway. 

John was busy making you and your moms’ drink while the guy was contemplating what to do.

After a second his frustration got the best of him and he reached towards you, ripping the hearing aid from your ear and throwing it on the ground, crushing it with his boot.

You, startled from the sudden movement and force you felt on your left ear, stumbled from the barstool, standing up to face the man. 

“What the hell are you for spoiled brat! You think it’s okay to come to a party like this with earplugs?! Hey! I’m talking to you!” 

You knew he was yelling. You could notice it from the vibrations the guy’s voice left as he stood across from you. The people around you starting to look was also a dead give away. 

Your eyes filled with fear as the raging man took a step closer to you, reaching his hands out to try and grab you. 

You took a step backwards quickly, ready to turn around and run to find your moms.

However, you didn’t have to do anything of the sorts as you spotted a metal hand grabbing the guy’s shoulder, spinning him around. The man was so taken off guard that he didn’t notice what was going on until a flesh hand collided with his left cheek. 

The force of the punch was so big it made the man lose his balance. He stumbled into the bar as he grabbed his face, mumbling something before he slumped down to the floor. 

“She’s deaf, asshole!” Bucky yelled at him before moving towards you, gently cupping your face in his large hands and directing your gaze towards him, away from the guy on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” he asked as he signed. 

It took you a moment before responding, softly nodding as Bucky laid his hand on your back, turning you around and leading you towards the couches. 

Natasha had a concerned look on her face when she noticed you and Bucky coming back to join them. You had a disorientated and confused look, and besides, once of your hearing aids was missing. 

“Are you okay, Malysh?” she hurriedly asked as she signed, walking towards you quickly and running her hand over your hair. 

“There was some asshole at the bar. I took care of it,” Bucky explained. He leaned towards you to plant a kiss on the top of your head before he took off, leaving you and Natasha alone, figuring you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

Natasha pulled you into a hug, softly stroking your back as realisation finally dawned upon you. 

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the tears started coming. You sobbed into Natasha’s shoulder, crying out all the confusion and shock from the prior situation. 

After a minute or two Natasha pulled away, cupping your face in her hands and wiping your tears with her thumbs.

‘What happened?’ Natasha signed.

‘I don’t know what I did wrong! I didn’t notice him there, I swear. And all of a sudden he ripped my hearing aid off and threw it on the ground. Then he just started yelling!’ You signed quickly, you signing a bit messy with the way you were breathing so heavily. 

‘It’s okay. You did nothing wrong, I promise,’ Natasha signed back, reassuring you. 

You hesitantly nodded, your tears finally stopping as you made your was back towards the other Avengers. 

Natasha got Maria’s attention, signing as she spoke, “let’s go home.” 

Maria immediately agreed after seeing your disorientated face, putting her drink down and excusing herself. Wanda noticed you as well, yet she figured she should just stay put. She figured you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

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After arriving home you had immediately taken off your remaining hearing aid, putting it on its charger and letting yourself drop on the couch. 

You moms, however, had other plans. Natasha went to pick you up, carrying you to their bedroom like you were a small child, settling you on their big bed as Natasha crawled under the covers beside you.

Maria soon joined. She carried all your favourite snacks and drinks, setting it all on her nightstand and joining you two in the bed, settling herself on the other side of you. 

Natasha turned on your favourite show. It didn’t take long before your eyes started to fall close, your head falling onto Natasha’s shoulder as you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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[sombrashe]

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��ྀི wax play

𓉸ྀི Maria

𓉸ྀི content afab!reader, chubby!reader, wax play, teasing, established relationship

Sighing you turn the revolver around in your palms. Something of a gift given to you by your girlfriend when you started at Heavens Night. It has a nice weight to it and think about how you can use it if you ever run out of bullets. You hated Wednesdays, you worked the day shift and she worked the night. You hated not being able to stay with her all day, but you needed the sleep. Both of you working double shifts to pay for a better apartment somewhere far away from Maine. Placing the gun down onto your shabby desk you rise and make your way to the living room. The door creaks open and Maria is there all bright smiles and smokey eyes. She gives Johnny a sweet goodbye and closes the door with a click. Taking a few steps towards her, her face drops.

"What a day. Some... guy grabbed tried to grab my bag on the way home."

You frown and immediately start assessing her for any damage. She lets you slowly peel her jacket off of her before checking down her exposed arms. A bruise from the strap of her bag looks angry against her smooth fair flesh. Didn't let go. Dragging your fingers over the dark mark you check the other side and find nothing but a few withered scars. You only pull away as the lights flicker before leaving you two in utter darkness.

Stillness fills the room and you curse under your breath as you dig around. Finding a flashlight after minutes of searching, you click it on and scan it across the room. You flash it to the front door and find Maria missing. Calling out you make your way through the small apartment and into your bedroom. You find her bent over fiddling with something under the bed. Stepping closer she peers at you from the side, her eyes nothing but inky holes in her face. A few more steps and she's wiggling something in your direction.

Taking a look you recognize the purple label. Reaching into your back pocket she takes the lighter from your palm when you present it to her. Flicking it open she presses the flame to the wick and watches as it bursts into flames. An orange glow flickered over her features. She looks beyond you and gives a soft smile. Hooking her finger in the air she pulls you forward mentally.

Clicking off the flashlight you make your way through the dim room. Knocking your knee against the mattress you don't let it hinder you. Crouching down beside her she hands you the candle before pulling out more. Holding it you watch as she places lit candles in strategic spots around the apartment. Once finished she comes back into the room to see you haven't moved from beside the bed. She giggles and places a manicured hand on your chest. Gently peeling the candle from your heated flesh she suddenly drips some of the wax onto your open palm. Hissing you yank your hand away as liquid pain turns into numbing static.

"Do me a favor, magnolia."

Pushing you back against the bed you fall over the edge and flat onto the mattress. Pulling your shirt up she pinches at the fat there. Humming she slowly drips burning wax onto the soft expanse of your stomach. You chew on your knuckle. Little whines are ripped from your throat the entire time. After a few agonizing minutes, she peels the dried wax off your discolored skin and back into the fire. Leaning down she presses her lips against your hot skin and sighs at the feeling. Nice and warm against her unnaturally cool flesh. Resting her chin on your abdomen she looks up at you with a mischievous glint sparkling against the candlelight. Handing you the candle once again she reaches between you and starts peeling your shorts off your plush thighs. Once they're successfully discarded she happily spreads your legs open at the knees. Taking a breath she kisses down your thighs and stops right above your twitching cunt. Pulling back she lets wax hit your knee, watching intently on how far it drips before drying completely. It doesn't feel like it gets past mid-thigh. Peeling the wax off she sets the candle to the side before pressing a gentle kiss to your pudgy abdomen.

"I think you deserve a reward."

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[bloodied-blossom]

In the end, no one else mattered more than you.

1.6k Words; Angel x Reader (2/2)

Killer Chat! Fanfic

CONTENT WARNING! This includes violence, guns, choking on said weapon, and blowing up someones skull

After you fell asleep, she took it upon herself to personally deal with the asshole who hurt you. She was ready to leave him in agonizing pain, begging for death.

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

Angel quietly left her room, waiting for the door to quietly click shut before she stepped into her living room. She didn’t want to wake you after you had just gotten to sleep, especially after the long day you had. She quickly went over the information you sent her. The man looked disgusting, and the shit you had discovered about him was worse.

She hated everything she learned, every second going over his profile only fueled her rage. You were right, this man deserved to die. But it was not longer for the reason you had thought. The grip on her phone tightened as she moved to leave, taking her keys and leaving her house.

Angel moved quickly, weaving through the shadows of the buildings around her. Her first stop was to check if he was still home, and if he was? She’d strike then.

Her mind replayed your broken figure, bleeding, tired. The agony in your expression, your bloody hands trembling in hers. Every second that passed, she saw red. Every. Single. Second. Reminded of what the bastard did to you. The thought that you could have died. That someone dared to try and take her from you, that was enough to make her stomach churn with unvented rage.

Angel was never one to make mistakes, moving with the utmost precision. Calm and cold. Every step she took was calculated, plotting how things would go before she made it there. Playing out scenarios in her head, escape routes, alternative methods. Everything. All with the wrath of someone who’s killed before.

Her heart was aching, her mind racing for you. But her hands were as steady as ever. Tonight, she’d find the man who did this to you, who tried to take you. And tonight, he’s learn what true fear feels like, that mercy is too fucking good for him.

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

Angel finally made it, observing quietly outside his house. She found a hidden spot in his yard, a window right beside her. He was inside, taking pills.

He was inside, taking pills. He was messing with your knife, fiddling with it between his fingers. She could see your blood stained on the blade, and it almost made her act irrational. She wanted to use it against him. She wanted to drive it into him as he screamed. Over and over. Staining it with his blood over yours. But she couldn't.

She carefully set her case down and opened her purse. She put on her mask, put on her gloves, and hid her phone. She set her purse down beside the case before moving to open it. She took her sniper rifle out, running a finger along it. A smile playing on your face. Not a sweet, gentle smile you were ever used to. She had the smile of a maniac.

She made sure it was fully loaded, fixing the scope. Packing the remaining clips into her purse. She quickly stood from her spot, moving away from the window and setting up behind a bush further away. She took deep breaths, her hands steady. She aimed, looking through the scope.

That bastard. Where should she shoot? The head? The heart? No. Those would kill him too quickly, give him the mercy he didn’t spare to you.

She examined his figure, he was still as he messed with the knife, phone in his other hand. She had time to think, but needed to be quick before he moved. His arms, his legs. Which would inhibit him faster.

She had it. His legs. If they still worked, he’d get away too quickly. She couldn’t have that happening. So she took aim, taking in one last deep breath before holding it. Her finger pressing against the trigger. Hearing her heart beat in her ears, feeling the slight ache in her chest. She counted silently in her head.

Three... Two...

One.

Angel pulled the trigger, the gun firing. The man had looked up as he heard the sound, but it was too late. The bullet shattered through the window, hitting his leg. Two more bullets followed after, nearly incapacitating him.

She smiled at the sounds of his screams, his fear. She had to move fast. She quickly stood, rushing back over to her stuff… and she hopped through the window. Careful with the glass, her shoes made contact with hardwood floors.

She could hear him struggling to breathe, the shallows breaths made. She stalked towards him threateningly, every step louder and louder.

The man was trying to make his escape, desperately dragging his limp, bleeding left leg. She wasted no time, aiming again and firing two more shots into his right leg. The man toppled over, crying out in pain.

It satisfied her, but it wasn’t enough.

He finally turned to get a look at her, his face draining as he saw her figure. The face of an angel, the mind of a monster. The fear on his face mixed with his growing frustration as he shakily dropped the knife. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?” He screamed out at her, feeling dizzy from the pain.

She didn't answer, pointing her gun directly at him.

“You hurt them, you nearly took someone who’s precious to me. Who’s worth more than your sad, pathetic, disgusting life.”

She stepped forward, firing another shot into his arm as he tried to back away. Angel grew more and more satisfied as his body started to shut down.

"You don't deserve to die that easily, where's all your fight? You sure had a lot earlier. You left them in such a terrible state. If I wasn't a good girlfriend, I would've left to kill you immediately."

It finally clicked for the man, the remaining color draining from his face. The person he had nearly killed, the person who had attacked him randomly in the middle of the night. The pest he hoped had bled out and died.

They sent someone worse to finish the job.

“THIS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, YOU FREAK! I SHOULD’VE KILLED THAT PEST WHEN I HAD TH-ACK-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, choking as the barrel of the gun was shoved into his mouth. The glint in her eyes was deadly, her smile long gone.

“Shut up. Don’t you dare say a word about them. Your mouth is too filthy for them.”

She shoved it further down his throat. The man was desperately trying to tug the gun out. But compared to her, he was weak. She shot him one final smile.

“You put your nasty fucking hands on my sweetheart. You hurt them, you deserve this. I avoided every spot that could kill you instantly, I wanted to watch you bleed like this. I wanted to hear you scream. You probably had them like this, crying and begging for their life.”

Her finger pressed against the trigger, the man trying but failing to beg for his life. The sounds of his muffled pleas around her gun only made her happier.

“You don’t get to beg. You don’t get mercy. I hope it hurts, I hope every moment I prolong this, your body is aching with agonizing pain all over. “

He tried to move away, but she only followed.

“I hope you feel everything they went through. The pain. The fear. Only, I wish it upon you ten fold. Never trust an Angel, darling.”

And that was the last thing the man heard, ringing out as the bullet pierced through him. Blood splattered everywhere, his skull nothing but a mess on the floor. Blown to bits.

She smiled, moving the barrel up to her lips and licking the blood off.

For you, my feather… I promised to keep you safe, to ruin those that harm you. I love you…

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

She quickly fled the scene after cleaning up a little, grabbing her packed things. The blood stained her white and pink outfit, but it didn’t matter to her. It was for you. So it was well worth it.

She made it back home, unharmed, not caught. She couldn’t care to clean her stuff right now.

Angel quickly rinsed herself off, changing into clean pajamas before joining you back in her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, caressing your face once more. Yes, for you? It had been worth it.

She cuddled up against you, bringing you into her arms. She softly hummed, finding comfort in your warmth. To think she almost lost this?. She watched your chest rise and fall with every breath. Her heart fluttered..

She softly pressed a kiss to your head, your cheeks, and one soft kiss to your lips before resting her head against yours. She was tired, and falling asleep with you in hand was the best end to her long day.

Your angel will always keep you safe, as your savior… Your guardian. She loved you.

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

Bonus;

You wake up, feeling well rested after the care your girlfriend gave you. You shifted your position, only to find an arm wrapped around you…

You looked towards the source, a smile wide on your face. Angel… She was cuddled up against you, her eyes shut… She had fallen asleep against you.

You softly ran your fingers through her soft hair, your heart melting as she unconsciously leaned in closer. She only got cuter and cuter the more time passed.

You had nothing important to do today, and considering the fact that she was still asleep against you, she didn’t either. There was no better way to spend your morning. So you shut your eyes once more, fingers still entangled in her hair as you fell back asleep.

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

And part two is done! I never really focused on Angel, her being my least favorite out of the four, but I still love her! Showing different sides to her is so much fun!

Sorry for the shit in this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed!

Honorary @ would beee @4stor ! Enjoy!

NEXT WORK; Ronin x Reader Request!

─•────˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚────•─

[thewildwestfrontier]

BlackHill Route (The Wild West Frontier)

Art Credit: @spyder31

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen