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Hello, I used to follow you when you were writing regularly and you haven't done that in a while and I was just coming here to say I really miss your fics, nobody writes stuff like you and for male reader and marvel, I know your probably taking a break but I was wondering if you would consider coming back to write something? I never got to request a fic from you and I'd love the chance if your open to it... Sorry again to bother and if your not comfortable with it do you know anyone who writes stuff like you?

Hello! Sorry I only now reply, but my life has been rather busy and I barely have time nowadays. TvT So, now onto the answering here...:

Yeah, I sadly notice that not many write Marvel x Male!Reader fanfics that actually also makes.... OTHER Readers happy, that are a bit different and not always the submissive "Yes, Daddy" type.... (That was a slight joke, don't take it personal guys. Please, I don't mind anyone being like that just a bit humor is sometimes needed) My private life has been rather going downhill recently and with that it is currently rather hard for me to come back, write stuff, post it and such. To add more to the chaos I am currently in, my Motivation has been very low recently and I get easily distracted, just because I am not at my 100% currently. I try to distract myself with other things to get back on my feet, but it barely does anything. It is...not a fun thing to be in currently, but I manage somehow a bit... I don't mind getting requests for now, but nobody can expect me to actually write them for a while, because I myself have no clue when my life will be better once more and less in the state it is in right now. TnT I just always feel bad when I get requests and can't force my Motivation to be with me, so I can write them... I mean you guys want to read them at some point too and I just....can't kick them out as fast as I used to anymore... T-T You didn't bother me at all, don't worry. It's fine to ask and write someone you liked to read the works of before and they suddenly just go MIA for months.... Sadly I don't know anyone who writes the same -or even similar- stuff I do, since most of the ones that DID write and probably knew someone before, long left Tumblr aswell. I have no clue where they all went either. I have been rather distant here for a while and stuff, so I am unsure if there is a new platform/website they went to or something... T-T

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Uncle x Papa – Nephew!Kid!Lloyd x Adopted Son!Morro x Father!Uncle!Male!Reader (Ninjago)

Part 4

WARNING!: Cursing, mention of kidnapping AND MORE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

As Morro and Lloyd arrived back home, M/n stood there and Dinner was on the Living room table. He looked at Morro expectantly.

“So ? How was your Date with Nya ?”, M/n asked.

Morro blushed.

“It was great ! We planned to meet up again tomorrow. Just...”, Morro stopped himself.

“Juuuuust ?”, M/n dragged out.

Morro sighed.

“The end wasn’t all that great. I brought Nya home and Wu expected us. I am glad that I left Lloyd down the stairs...”

M/n froze up and his eyes showed anger.

“Did he hurt you ?”, he asked Morro darkly.

Morro looked at his Papa and there were a few tears in his eyes.

“N-not really. Papa...I almost lost control again. I-I....!”, Morro started to sob.

He hoped he had it under lock and key, with his anger and rage, but he saw tonight, that it wasn’t the case. He covered his eyes with his arm and M/n hugged Morro with sympathy.

“What happened, Kiddo ? What did the old hag do ?”, M/n asked.

“He wanted me to move back into the Monastery ! I said I don’t want to, but he didn’t leave me alone ! Nya tried to send me home, but before we could leave, he came after us and I had to hide Lloyd. He knows that I live with you and that you are my Papa. He exploded about you how bad you were and I...I snapped ! I’m sorry !”, Morro sobbed out.

M/n hugged him tighter.

“Did you hurt anyone ?”

“No. Nya stopped me.”

The adult nodded and ran his hand through Morro’s hair to calm him down. Poor boy...

“I stood up for you and probably hurt Wu emotionally though. He forgot what he told you the last time he saw you and was angered that you didn’t show your face in the two wars. One was against the Serpentines and the other against the Time Twins. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and I defended you ! I hate him so much ! Why is he like that ?!”, he yelled into M/n’s chest with sobs.

M/n’s face darkened. Wu made Morro cry. He made him go batshit...

‘One day I will fucking kick his ass into a retirement home...’

Lloyd hugged Morro too, tightly at that.

“Bubba, don’t cry. When you cry, I cry.”, Lloyd said with a saddened voice.

M/n looked at Lloyd surprised.

“Bubba ?”, he asked.

Morro parted from his Father and looked at him worried.

“I-is that okay ? I don’t have a problem with Lloyd calling me that.”

M/n gave the boys a soft look and then shook his head with smile.

“Not a problem at all. I was just surprised that he sees you as a Brother.”

“I was too.”, Morro said softly, wiping his tears away.

Lloyd looked up, at Morro.

“Bubba better ?”, he asked.

Morro looked down at Lloyd and then picked him up, hugging him to his chest.

“Bubba is better now. Thank you, Lloyd.”, Morro replied softly.

“I made us some noodles with your favorite sauces and toppings. Want to eat with me ?”, M/n asked them.

Their eyes widened in happiness, big smiles on their faces and they rushed to the dining table, quickly sitting down. M/n chuckled, sat down too and together they ate Dinner.

After they ate, M/n sent them both to get ready for bed. They went into the bathroom, brushed their teeth, washed their hands and faces, then changed their clothes and then Morro entered Lloyd’s room again with a Story book.

“Yay ! Story !”, Lloyd cheered.

The Teenager smiled at his Cousin and chuckled.

“Which one do you want me to read ?”

“The bunny and the hedgehog one !”

Morro sat down, chuckling.

“Alright then.”

He opened the book and flipped the pages until he found the Story.

“Once upon a time...”, Morro started and continued to read to Lloyd the whole Story.

After he finished he looked at Lloyd and smiled. He was deep asleep. Morro ran a hand through Lloyd’s hair softly. Then he got up and left the room. He left the door open a bit, in case Lloyd had a bad dream and needed him. The nightlight was on too, so he should be able to see and not freak out in the dark.

“Son ? Can we talk ?”, M/n asked as Morro left Lloyd’s room.

Morro jumped, not having heard his Father. He turned to him, nervously.

“Y-yes, Papa ?”

The Teenager felt like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jaw. Even though he had nothing to hide.

“Follow me, to my room, Son.”

Morro did as told, head down. His Father sounded serious, was he angry with him after all ? Did he do something wrong ?

Soon they entered M/n’s Bedroom and the 15 year old had no idea what to do, besides stand there.

“You can sit down on the bed, Son. You aren’t here for a punishment.”, M/n calmed Morro down.

Carefully Morro sat down on the bed and M/n did next to him too.

“Lloyd’s seventh Birthday is coming up next month, Morro.”

His eyes flashed in remembrance.

“What do we do for his Birthday ?”, Morro asked.

“I want YOU to plan his Birthday, Son.”

The Teenager looked at his Father in shock. M/n never let Morro plan anything before. This felt like a BIG opportunity.

“Really ?!”, he asked excitedly.

M/n nodded.

“See it as a small challenge. Don’t make his Birthday too expensive though, okay ? I can only spend 2 000 yen. I have been saving up for his Birthday.”

“Two thousand ?! That is a lot !”

“Not really. You probably want to take Lloyd to the Mega Monster Amusement Park. He wanted to go there for a while now. I know that you know that. He will probably want to be on some rides too. The Amusement Park is NOT cheap, Son. Then we probably want to get him some gifts, decorate the house for his Birthday, make a cake and, IF there is still enough left of the money, he will probably want another shelf for his toys. The 2 000 yen will be gone, before we even know it.”

Morro stared at M/n in worry. Then he thought back to his own birthdays.

“Was I an expensive Kid ?”, Morro asked.

“I spend at least 1 000 yen for your Birthdays and that was when I was very low on cash, Morro. Don’t over think it, okay ? The new furniture in your room costed a lot and I managed to do it in ONE Birthday to purchase for you. That shit, altogether, was almost 30 000 yen. Your Katanas, that I gifted you, were 5 000 yen each. The new bed you wanted as a child ? At least 3 000 yen. Don’t worry, Son. I didn’t neglect you and I was happy to give you what you needed, when I could.”

Morro looked at him with appreciation and love. M/n knew that Morro thought that he was a burden and that M/n neglected him, but he always assured him that he would never. Morro really needed that.

He pulled the Teenager into his side and hugged him.

“I’m sorry that I am so busy all the time. Business has been booming recently and I have a lot to do. I know I haven’t been the best in watching and spending time with you two recently, but I am honestly trying. We can’t have both, have enough money and spend time, for days, together. I can be lucky when I can spend the evenings with you two.”

“I understand that, Dad. I just wish I could help, so you have the day off faster.”, Morro stated softly.

“I know you want to help your old man, but I can’t let you, Morro. It is boring as hell and you would need a while to understand what is going on. Also, you are still a Kid. So be exactly that. A Kid. The older you get, the less of a child you are going to stay. I don’t want you to throw the last few years of your childhood away, just because of me.”

Morro looked at the wall, deep in thoughts of what his Papa told him. He seemed sad to admit that he soon will be all grown up. M/n seemed to hate the bare idea of Morro wasting his last few years of childhood on work already. So the Teenager did what his Father would wish of him.

“Alright. I won’t throw away my last few years of childhood.”, Morro said softly.

“Thank you, Son.”

“Of course, Papa.”

“Now go to bed. I don’t want you to oversleep your day.”, M/n said as he parted from the hug.

Morro nodded, smiled, wished his Father a good night and then left for his own room and bed.

-Time skip-

Morro woke up, energized, at 9 AM. Lloyd just stormed into his room.

“Breakfast, Bubba !”, Lloyd called and jumped onto Morro’s bed.

Morro snatched Lloyd and tickled him, making him laugh loudly and protest.

“You little imp ! I will tickle you for attacking me !”, Morro playfully yelled in a battle cry.

Lloyd only laughed loudly, screeching when Morro hit a very ticklish spot on his stomach. M/n came to Morro’s room and smiled, with a small chuckle leaving him. These two really fooled around like Brothers. It warmed his heart.

“Mercy ! MERCY ! HAHAHAHA !”, Lloyd begged.

Morro stopped with a pout.

“Fine...”, he gave in, in a childish pout.

M/n chuckled again and they both turned to their Uncle, slash, Father.

“I suggest you hurry up, Morro. Otherwise Lloyd will wolf down your Cornflakes, apple juice and pancakes.”, the adult warned.

Morro stared at Lloyd, who stared at Morro. Both of them had big eyes.

“Oh, no you won’t eat MY portion, like last time, you little Imp !”, Morro said darkly, jumped out of bed and ran to the Bathroom.

Lloyd truly DID wolf down Morro’s and his own Breakfast once before. Morro was five minutes too late at the table and that was when he caught Lloyd, who wolfed down the last bit of his scrambled eggs. Since then Morro made himself a rule, to NEVER be late again.

Morro was done in two minutes and jumped around, trying to get his sock onto his foot. Then he rushed out of his room and into the Living room as fast as possible, leaving Lloyd and his Dad behind. M/n laughed.

He and Lloyd left Morro’s room and slowly entered the Living room, spotting Morro in his seat already, waiting for them to sit down and eat too. After they sat down, they started to eat.

After they finished, M/n cleaned the dishes and Morro went outside to train. Lloyd sneaked out and watched his Cousin/Bubba train. At first Morro trained his Combat skills for an hour, then he trained his Elemental Power for another. When he was done, he was sweating and ready to take a shower.

Lloyd was in awe as he saw Morro train. He wanted to do all these cool things too ! He sneaked inside again, before Morro saw him. The Teenager went into his room and took a nice cold shower. After he was finished he started to plan the day with Nya. It was 11 AM, soon to be 1 PM. He only had two hours left.

-Time skip-

He was in Jamanakai and waited for Nya to arrive. He was a bit early and M/n did say that he would watch Lloyd, at which the smaller boy protested. After a bit of talking it out, Morro took Lloyd with himself and a bit of his own pocket money, to buy Lloyd some sweets, if he wanted any.

The smaller boy just looked around at the moment, looking for Nya. He smiled with his lollipop in his mouth as he spotted her, looking around, lost.

“Bubba, there she is !”, he said and pulled his sleeve eagerly.

He turned around and looked, spotting her too. They both marched over to her and Lloyd gave her a hug. She chuckled and hugged him back.

“Hello there, Lloyd.”, she said with a chuckle.

“Hi ! I spotted you first !”, he said.

Morro chuckled. Nya looked at him and was in awe. He wore a GI. It was a pretty one. It had a bit of green on it, some sliver and also black spots on it. It was adorned with a golden Dragon head and his symbol of his Element was on his back.

“I did promise to show you my element next time, thought I should wear my GI for that.”, Morro explained gently.

“The GI looks pretty. Who designed it ?”, she asked.

Morro smiled for a second and then frowned a bit.

“Uncle Garmadon and Papa. Garmadon suggested the bit of green, because I always wanted to be the Green Ninja, he added the grey in, because he thought it fit my Element. Papa added the black in, to make a balance seen with my Element. It can be helpful and it is very important, but at the same time...it can be destructive and deadly. M/n designed it and Garmadon got it done for me. It was a Birthday gift.”

She frowned in sadness. Garmadon really meant a lot to him... She pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sorry that you got parted from your Uncle.”, she said.

Morro hugged back.

“It was Wu’s fault.”, he replied.

“You did mention that.”

After a short while, they parted and Morro took her left hand, smiling gently. Lloyd grabbed her other hand, already having an idea where they will go, so his Bubba can show his Powers off.

“Ready, Nya ?”, Morro asked.

She smiled back at him.

“I’m ready, lead the way.”, she replied.

Lloyd did hate girls, but Nya seemed nice and Morro seemed to like her, so he was trying to get along with her, for his Bubba’s sake. They started to leave Jamanakai and they went to an unknown location.

As they arrived, Nya found it beautiful. It was a hill covered in grass and there stood a single big tree. She liked it here.

“What do you think ?”, Morro asked.

“It is beautiful here.”, she replied softly, breath taken away.

Morro chuckled and smiled brightly, then looked at the single tree.

“Dad and Garmadon brought us here often. He said they both trained here as Teenagers and children. Since then I came here too, to train and get better. But not to get better than everyone else, like I did in the past, but to better myself. I have to admit...I am proud with how far I got.”, Morro said happily.

She smiled at him and then decided to tease him.

“So, Master of Wind...what have you got up your sleeve, hmm ?”

Morro was taken aback and turned to her. He saw her teasing smile and he smirked back at her.

“Have you ever tried to fly before ?”, Morro asked.

“Hmm...no. Why ?”

She gasped as Morro suddenly hovered over the ground, his feet not touching the ground. He rose higher and higher gently and gave her a smug smirk.

“Because today you might experience a flight with the Master of Wind.”, he answered proudly.

“I wanna fly too !”, Lloyd whined.

Nya and Morro looked at the boy and Morro chuckled. He moved his hand and a gust of wind gently picked the boy up. Lloyd gasped and then giggled as he was floating in the air. Morro moved his hand again and Lloyd moved in the air around, laughing and cheering.

“Faster, Bubba ! Faster !”

Morro obeyed and moved his hand a bit faster, making Lloyd cheer and laugh loudly. Nya watched with a smile, but she was nervous to try it out herself. Morro looked at her smugly.

“So, you want to try ?”, he asked.

She looked at him in worry and slight fear.

“Y-you won’t drop me ?”, she asked.

Morro’s smug smile formed into a gentle and kind one, no teasing in it.

“I promise you, I won’t drop you. Trust me.”, he assured her.

Nya took a deep breath and then nodded. Morro brought Lloyd back to his side and then used his other hand to make Nya fly, she gasped and was very unsteady. Lloyd decided to help her to get a hold of the new feeling, remembering how hard it was for him at the beginning.

“Don’t worry too much about it. It is like swimming ! Relax your body and mind and don’t dwell too much on fear or the need to control your body for stability ! It’s fun !”, Lloyd said happily.

The girl looked at the kid and then did as he instructed. Lloyd wasn’t wrong, it felt like swimming, just less wet. She smiled at Morro and he smiled back at her, then Lloyd ‘swam’ over to her in the wind and grabbed her hand.

“Don’t let go of my hand. I will help you with flying !”, Lloyd said happily.

She did as requested and Lloyd looked at his cousin. Morro got the hint and moved them gently at first, which Nya gasped at and wobbled.

“Stay calm and let the wind carry you. It’s fun, I promise !”, Lloyd encouraged.

Nya tried her best to do as instructed and soon she had calmed down enough for the wind to just carry her. As the two boys noticed that she got used to the gentle waves of the wind, Morro picked up speed and Nya just giggled, while she tried to not flail around.

“You are doing great, Nya !”, Lloyd said proudly.

“Thank you, Lloyd.”

Morro smiled and kept the pace up. He started to fly next to them both too.

“Enjoying yourself, Nya?”, Morro asked.

“I am. I am getting used to it, it’s fun!”, Nya giggled out.

Morro grinned and they kept flying, with Lloyd laughing in joy, Morro smiling and chuckling, and Nya giggling.

After some time, Nya got used to it and let go of Lloyd’s hand, then she flew around on her own and laughed. Morro picked up the pace of the wind and Nya flew faster, she enjoyed the speed.

After hours of hanging out and eating lunch together, Morro brought Nya to the Monastery again and smiled.

“So tomorrow again?”, Nya asked.

Morro chuckled and rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“Ah, I fear I can’t. I have a few things to plan for next month.”, he replied.

Nya looked at him with curiosity in her eyes.

“What will be coming up next month?”

Morro held Lloyd’s ears closed.

“Lloyd’s Birthday and Papa let me plan it all out this time. It’s my first time planning Lloyd’s birthday all alone.”

Nya looked at Morro in surprise.

“Oh? Your Dad is too busy?”

“No, but I always wanted to plan Lloyd’s big day, one day, and Papa sees me as old and responsible enough to do so this time. I really want to make his Birthday special.”

“Aww, you are too sweet of an older Cousin.”, Nya said fondly.

Morro chuckled.

“Bubba, I am still here, please let me hear again!”, Lloyd yelled.

“Ah...”, Morro uncovered Lloyd’s ears again, “Sorry, Lloyd.”

“It’s fine. Uncle is probably missing us already. We will be late for Dinner and I wanted to read my new Comic!”

Morro looked at Nya and smiled.

“As you can see, I have priorities with this one. I better get us home now so the squirt can read his new Comic.”, Morro chuckled and ruffled Lloyd’s hair.

Nya giggled too.

“Heeeyyy!”, Lloyd protested weakly.

“What’s his Comic about?”, Nya asked.

“It’s Starfarer. A Samurai in space comic, it has been running for a while.”, Morro answers.

“Huh, that does sound interesting.”, Nya said with a smile.

 “It is sometimes.”, Morro chuckled.

“I hope you and Lloyd will have a good Dinner and night at home. Will you visit or write me if you want to hang out again?”, Nya asked.

Morro gave her a soft, gentle smile and nodded.

“I will tell you, no worries.”

Nya nodded and then entered the Monastery, Morro quickly picked Lloyd up and then used the Wind to fly off and back home, before M/n has a stroke. They were both 30 minutes late.

-With Nya-

As soon as she entered the Monastery grounds, Kai and the other Ninja were all over her.

“And how was your date?”, Kai asked with a slight smile, yet there was a tinge of worry in his eyes.

“Did you kiss?”, Jay asked with a tinge of jealousy.

“Was he still nice to you?”, Cole asked, concerned.

“What did you two do?”, Zane asked curiously.

“Boys, boys, relax! One after the other.”, Nya said with a chuckle and looked around to make sure Sensei Wu was nowhere around.

She smiled at them.

“The date was amazing, Kai. No, Morro and I did not kiss, Jay. He was still an absolute sweetheart, Cole. And we ate lunch together and messed a bit around, Zane. Lloyd was with him and we played with him as well. The boy is such a little bean, guys. In a month it’s Lloyd’s Birthday and Morro is planning his entire Birthday for the first time ever. M/n gave him the green light and Morro always wanted to do it, so for now we won’t hang out much, so Morro can plan everything.”, Nya explains and keeps the fact, that Morro was the Elemental Master of Wind, to herself.

Jay seemed jealous still, but the other three Ninja smiled and nodded, happy that Nya had a good time.

-With M/n-

M/n was pacing around and looked at the clock in worry. Morro and Lloyd were late by 30 minutes now, that never happened before.

Did something happen to any of them? No...Lloyd or Morro would have called him if so....right? Were they kidnapped? Are they somewhere, where the flip phone has no signal? Are they on their way home? Did they lose track of time?

M/n stopped pacing as he heard the front door and he dashed to the entrance, spotting Morro and Lloyd.

“Where have you two been?! You never came home THIS late without letting me know! Do you two have any idea how worried I was?!”, M/n yelled in a slight panicked, yet angry tone.

Morro and Lloyd looked down in slight shame.

“I’m sorry Papa, Lloyd and I got a bit carried away with Nya and we also brought her home, to make sure nothing will happen to her... It took longer than I planned in and we came home very late...”, Morro admitted, his voice filled with guilt.

M/n looked at the two boys and sighed, rubbing his temple.

“Alright...I forgive you, but for the Love of my Father...NEVER do that again. We have Hypnobrai back on the loose, thanks to your and Lloyd’s cluelessness. I don’t need that damn tribe to take you away from me.”, M/n said, reminding them that Ninjago wasn’t very safe at the moment.

“Yes Dad....I’m sorry...”, Morro replied, still feeling guilty.

Lloyd looked down too, feeling a bit sad, because he opened the tomb of the Hypnobrai, yet at the same time...Lloyd was curious about them and wondering if he can make friends with the snakes.

“Garmadon would NEVER forgive me if those blasted reptiles get their paws on any of you two. He would quite literally come back to Ninjago just to whoop my butt.”, M/n said with a frustrated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Lloyd’s head snapped up at that and he stared at his Uncle.

“Dad would?”, he asked.

“Whoop my butt until next week if you or Morro ever land in the snakes’ hands? Yes.”, M/n replied.

“But why?”, Lloyd asked confused.

Morro was also a bit confused. They never heard about the Serpentine war, nor did they know that Garmadon and M/n actually joined the war. One of the few wars Wu had no idea M/n secretly joined too.

The adult sighed and looked at Lloyd and Morro.

“How much do you two know about the Serpentine war, Ninjago once had?”, M/n asked.

Lloyd looked at his Uncle with a slight frown, thinking.

“Well in Darkley’s we learned about how some snakes attacked the humans. They always said it must be made up, because such snakes were never seen and stuff... We barely talked about it.”, the boy said.

Morro was silent, he was long gone and away from Wu before the War broke out and during the war he wasn’t anywhere near the war in Ninjago, so he had no clue it even happened.

“I have no idea what the Serpentine war was about. I wasn’t there when it happened....I think...”, Morro admitted.

“You were already out of the crossfire those days, Morro, and searching for....the you know what.”, M/n confirmed.

Morro stayed silent and grimly nodded. He was already chasing after the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master those days. M/n sighed and sat down on the chair.

“The Serpentine war was real, Lloyd. Humans and snakes were at war, fighting and killing from left to right. It was a very violent and harsh war and....the serpents almost won too.”, M/n started.

Morro and Lloyd stared at the adult in horror.

“Wait! How do you know that, Uncle?”, Lloyd asked.

M/n gave his Nephew a grim smile.

“Because your Father and I were in the war as well. I helped in the background and hid from Wu, after all, he didn’t want me around ever again, so I helped in the background and the only one, that knew, was Garmadon.”

To be continued...

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A/N: As I promised something is coming out this week. ^^ I am working on it, guys. T^T I hope you like this chapter! ^^

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🎀this is not a request but just wanted you to know I love your work especially the Alastor x Child readers and to remember to drink water and eat 🎀

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please tell me you’re working on a part 2 of the m/n knows voodoo magic cause I want to see a part 2 where Al finds out

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M/n learning Voodoo Magic – Father!Alastor x Son!Reader

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It had been days that Alastor started to act weird. M/n noticed that his Father tried to hide something from him. The 12 year old boy saw how frustrated the man started to get.

Just what got his Father so on edge ?

One night the boy decided to spy on his Dad. He snuck into the Basement, after Alastor, without being seen. He hid in the shadows and watched as the Radio Host seemed to prepare a shrine and a circle around it. He took a book and read ancient words out loud, as he finished, he waited.

....Nothing happened.

“Oh, Applesauce ! Not again !”, Alastor cursed in anger.

He blew out the candles and smacked the book on the floor, grumbling in anger, then left. After he was gone, M/n came out of his hiding spot and he took a look at the book, lightening up the candles again.

M/n read the words out loud, to understand them better, as they were in old latin, it seemed. He didn’t even notice that he performed a ritual for Voodoo powers.

As the boy finished the spell, all lights went out and M/n stood all alone in the dark, for a while. Then he heard a whooshing sound from behind him. M/n whipped around, slightly scared.

“H-Hello ? W-who is there ?”, the boy asked, scared.

Suddenly he spotted a pair of green glowing eyes. M/n shook in fear. The candles lit up again and the boy blinked a few times, then he looked again and gasped, taking multiple steps back, from the thing he saw.

It was a shadow that looked just like M/n, with green glowing eyes.

“W-who are y-you ?”, M/n stuttered out.

The shadow chirped in amusement and pointed at the floor. M/n looked down and was shocked as he saw, that he had no shadow of his own anymore. The boy looked at the entity.

“So...you are my shadow and I made you come to life ?”, the 12 year old asked.

The shadow chirped happily and nodded. M/n was amazed. So that was what his Papa tried to do all this time. The boy felt a bit smug at that moment. He succeeded in that first !

“What’s your name ?”, the boy asked.

The shadow shook its head and pointed at M/n, trying to tell him, that he can name them.

“Oh...you don’t have one....then I’ll call you...Benicio !”

The shadow chirped and smiled, green light leaving its mouth. M/n giggled and then he heard the Basement door creak. M/n eyes widened.

“Turn out the candles, we need to hide !”, M/n whispered.

Quickly the shadow blew out the candles and then grabbed M/n and pulled him into a dark corner of the Basement. The lights were turned on and Alastor entered again. He looked around.

“Cher ? Are you down here ?”, he called softly.

M/n stayed dead silent for a while and his Papa sighed, then rubbed his temple.

“I need sleep...now I am imagining my Son in the Basement at night...”, Alastor muttered and left again, turning the lights off.

The boy let out a breath, he didn’t know he was holding and turned to smile at his shadow. It smiled back at him.

“Crisis averted. Now...how do we get to my room, without Papa noticing ?”

The shadow chirped and then touched M/n, which made the boy gasp, it was cold. Then everything went black and M/n felt the ground shift, then he was suddenly in his room. He looked around in awe and then turned to his shadow with a big smile.

“That was awesome !”, M/n said happily.

The shadow chirped happily and then vanished, not long later M/n heard footsteps and a knock on his door.

“Mon petit (My little one) ? Are you in there ?”

“I am Papa !”

“Can I come in ?”

“Antre (Come in) !”, M/n said in creole.

M/n heard Alastor chuckle as he opened the door.

“You studied creole, mon petit ?”

“Yes ! You told me to study, so you can teach me better !”, M/n replied and held up the book, Alastor gave him a while ago.

The boy was in his Pajamas already, ready to go to sleep. His Papa chuckled again with a wide smile, then he ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Mwen fyè, Pitit gason. (I’m proud, Son.)”

“Mèsi, Papa, sa vle di anpil. (Thank you, Papa, that means a lot.)”

Alastor smiled warmly at his Son and then sat down on his bed. M/n soon enough slipped under the covers.

“So...anything you need before I go to sleep ?”, the Radio Host asked.

“Maybe a story about Grandma and you ?”, M/n asked.

Alastor chuckled, but nodded.

“Alright, Cher.”

Alastor told his Son about the first time he and his Mother cooked together, which was chaotic, because Alastor almost cut himself, trying to chop as fast as his Mother. She almost had a heart attack as he almost hurt himself and scolded him to be careful. He was five the first time he wanted to cook with her. Then he only got the job of washing the vegetables for a few weeks and his Mother taught him how to properly chop vegetables for the future.

As he was done with telling M/n his memory, the boy was already asleep. The Radio Host smiled and got up, kissed the top of M/n’s head and then left his Son’s room, went into his own, got ready for bed and went to sleep too.

-Days later-

The Radio Host was angry and irritated. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t reach out to the entity that could allow him to own Voodoo! He mastered everything his Mother knew, but he wished for more.

‘Maybe another time... M/n needs me...’

If Alastor would have known that he constantly said only one word wrong, he would be ripping his hair out...

While he was in the Basement, cleaning everything up, M/n was with his shadow in a small conversation. The boy sat on his bed, while the shadow just looked at him from the wall.

“So...do you need anything to get stronger, so you can perform more tricks ?”, M/n asked.

The shadow chirped softly and nodded.

“What do you need ?”

The shadow made a thinking face and then shaped carefully into different things. M/n tried to watch it carefully.

It showed food, rest, practices from the book it was summoned from, training with M/n and...ghosts ? No wait...souls !

“You need...souls ?”, M/n asked gently.

The shadow shape shifted back into itself and made a so – so gesture with its hand.

“Wait...you don’t need them, but you CAN take them to grow stronger ?”, M/n tried.

The shadow nodded.

“Does the food have to be real or also a shadow ? Show two fingers for real and one for shadow.”

The shadow showed two and M/n nodded gently.

“Then I will try to sneak some in for you.”

The shadow chirped happily and nodded.

“I think the book will be an issue. I can’t sneak into the Basement and take it from Papa without him noticing, but I can’t tell him about you either. Not...not now at least.”

The shadow waved its hand and made a small noise that sounded like a scoff, telling him that he should leave that worry to them.

M/n, in the end, did sneak food in each time, without his Father really noticing. He was in awe that his shadow could actually CONSUME the dishes. M/n could feel how his shadow got stronger, even if it was just a little bit. His shadow was soon enough strong enough to part from the boy and it stalked Alastor a lot. Each time the Radio Host gave up for the night in the Basement, it snatched the book Alastor used and M/n practiced all sorts of Voodoo Magic in the book, which made them both a bit stronger each time he got better and more skilled.

The spells weren’t much and nothing too powerful, but for small card tricks and quick escapes it was enough.

The 12 year old had a feeling that the both of them will get along just fine. Just...when will he tell his Father about this ?

Oh well, for now he didn’t have to tell him anything...

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Father!Alastor x Son!Reader MASTERLIST

Summary: M/n and Alastor were two lonely people. M/n was abandoned by his parents, as he was six years of age, and Alastor lost his Mother to death a while ago. They found each other by pure chance. How will their adventures go ?

A/N: These are only Oneshots !! Usually I add Warnings in the Chapters, but I am adding them here, so you know this might be there. Don't worry nothing bad will happen to M/n and Alastor for the first few Oneshots. There is a lot of Fluff and comfort. Art belongs to their rightful owner (It might change) Reblogs are allowed too ! (Fem!Daughter!Reader is also in this Masterlist !!)

WARNING!: Mentions of sexual assult, bullying, abuse, cursing, murder, cannibalism, blood x gore, protective!Alastor AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Chapters (Father!Alastor x Son!Reader):

1 How they met

2 I’ll protect you

3 I keep my words

4 How M/n met Mimzy

5 Alastor teaches M/n how to hunt

6 Patient Alastor

7 Over my dead body !

8 M/n learning Voodoo Magic

9 Kitchen War (WIP)

10 Old fart (WIP)

11 Start of Cannibalism

12 Rescue (WIP)

13 The dark past will always hunt you

14 They know

15 Two times seperated and one time united

Side Chapters (What ifs):

Discovery (WIP) (Father!Alastor x Son!Reader)

Extras/Headcanons (for Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader):

1 Boys ask you out – Teen!Daughter!Reader x Father!Alastor

2 Boys ask you out – Demon!Daughter!Reader x Father!Alastor

3 Gossip between Father and Daughter – Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader

4 Very first Period – Teen!Daughter!Reader x Father!Alastor

5 If you had a girlfriend and came out to Alastor – Father!Alastor x Teen!Daughter!Reader

6 If you had a Boyfriend and Alastor meets him – Father!Alastor x Teen!Daughter!Reader

7 Only once, never again – Father!Alastor x Teen!Daughter!Reader

8 Alastor's Daughter is a Boss Bitch - Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader

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Over my dead body ! – Father!Alastor x Son!Reader

WARNING!: Mention of drugs, cursing, name calling, Alcohol, mention of attempted murder AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

A/N: Yay ! Mimzy is back... *Note sarcasm* By the way this happened shortly after Alastor was healthy again. So M/n was still the same age as the last chapter. (Art belongs to rightful owner)

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After Alastor was cured from his sickness and back on the job, he planned to go to Mimzy’s again, for a little conversation and some good old rye. He told M/n about it and he pretended to be happy, but he wasn't thrilled at all.

So he decided to do this for his Father only ONCE and then NEVER again. Mimzy was a Bitch.

At first the night at the Club went by superbly. But as soon as Mimzy wasn’t on stage anymore, she crawled over to him and Alastor.

“Alastor ! Long time no see, sweetheart ! Where have ya been ?!”, she asked happily.

“Oh you know, M/n got poisoned and almost killed last time we were here, so I decided to let a bit of grass grow over it and then I got sick ! Haha ! Where are ya at, these days, Mimzy, Dear ?”, Alastor asked.

M/n put on his fakest smile to please his Papa. He wanted to stab Mimzy.

She started to tell him all about what happened since he stopped coming for a while. Honestly...two years weren’t enough in M/n’s opinion... At some point Mimzy went to get Alastor and M/n a drink. His Papa looked at the boy.

“Remember Cher, what I drink is nothing for you. You are too young for it.”, the Radio Host reminded his Son.

“Yes, Papa. I remember.”

“Good boy.”

It wasn’t long until Mimzy came back, but she looked way too smug and excited as she gave Alastor his drink. M/n knew something was wrong, so he accidentally spilled his own drink.

“Oh no !”, M/n gasped in horror.

Alastor set his drink down quickly, not taking a sip and helped to dry the table. Nothing was left in his glass anymore and M/n gave his Father a pleading look.

“I-I’m sorry Papa. My hand was shaky and I must have lost my grip...”, he said in shame.

“It’s alright, Cher. Don’t worry your little head over it, it happens !”

The Radio Host looked at Mimzy.

“Mimzy, Dear ?”

“Yes, Al ?”

“Can you please get new napkins, while I will order a new drink for M/n ?”

“Of course, suga !”, she said and left.

“Can I have a hot chocolate, Papa ?”, M/n asked softly.

“Of course you can, Dear ! I’ll be right back, don’t leave the table !”

“I won’t.”, M/n promised, crossing his fingers behind his back.

“Good. I’ll be off !”

And with that Alastor was gone too. As soon as they were both out of sight, M/n snatched his Father’s drink and eyed it. He sniffed rye before and had a sip of it once too, thanks to his abusive parents that forced him to indulge in such. As soon as he looked at the rye, it looked off. He knew what Alastor loved for a type of rye and it was the one, sure, but the color looked a bit...off.

The boy looked around in the Club and spotted someone he knew. He got up and rushed over to the table with his Papa’s drink in his hand.

“Cole ! Cole !”, M/n called.

The man turned around and a wide smile split his face.

“M/n ! What are you doing here ?!”, he greeted back.

Cole McGenzy was another nice Coworker in his Father’s Radio Station. He was glad he found a familiar face.

“I’m here with Papa. But I need your help.”

“With what, Kiddo ?”

M/n gave the man Alastor’s drink.

“Some woman brought it to Papa and seemed awfully smug and excited about it for him to drink it. Could you give it a taste and tell me if it might have been a bad glass ? It’s supposed to be Papa’s favorite rye.”

The man chuckled and took the glass.

“Always looking out for Alastor, I see.”

“He decided to look after me when no one else did and I want to return the favor.”, M/n said shyly.

The man ruffled the boy’s hair and took a swig of Alastor’s glass of rye. For a while nothing happened.

“I think it’s fi-....oh Lord...”, the man suddenly grunted.

“Cole ? What’s wrong ?”, M/n asked worried.

“Ah...nothing, Kiddo. The drink was spiked though. Try to keep an eye out for Alastor tonight, yeah ?”

“O-okay. Are you sure you are alright ?”

“I am, kid. Just...go back to your table and keep watch, yeah ? I need to return home now.”

“O-okay...”

Cole got up, covering his crotch and then left, with a few dollars on the table he sat at. M/n returned to his own table, confused and worried. He swiped his Father’s spiked drink from the table, shattering the glass on the floor and acted like he didn’t do it. First Mimzy tried to kill him, now she tried to hurt his Papa...

‘Game on, Bitch...’, M/n thought darkly.

Soon enough Alastor returned with a hot chocolate for M/n. He looked around confused as he saw his drink missing and looked at his Son.

“M/n ? Do you know where my glass of rye went ?”

“Some drunk man swiped it off of the table, it is on the floor with shattered glass. You told me not to move, so I stayed here instead of leaving and looking for you.”, M/n lied swiftly.

Alastor didn’t seem to pick up on it as he nodded with his smile a bit more dim than before. He called over a waitress and asked for a glass of rye again, which she promptly noted down and rushed off to get for him. Mimzy came back, as the waiter was on the run to the bar, with napkins.

“I’m baaaack~!”

‘Please leave again and never come back, Bitch.’, M/n thought sourly.

“Hello and welcome back, Mimzy !”, Alastor greeted her.

She sat down with them again and they continued to talk. Cups of chocolate and glasses of rye later and they finally left the bar, going back home. M/n wanted to tell his Papa about the spiked drink and that it was Mimzy...but he didn’t have the heart to destroy his Papa’s trust like that with someone he knew longer than M/n. So he stayed silent, for now.

“Where did I put my keys ?”, Alastor asked confused the next week on Friday.

He searched high and low for his house keys in his Radio office. M/n looked at his Papa with worry.

“I don’t know, Papa. Maybe you misplaced them ?”

“Perhaps I did... It seems like we won’t be going to Mimzy’s after all tonight.”, Alastor sighed in sadness.

M/n felt bad, but no way in Hell will he ever allow his Father back there.

The next day Alastor planned to go to Mimzy’s again and M/n already knew how to avoid that. They were at the Radio Station and on Saturday’s Alastor only has 5 hours to work, instead of 9 to 12 hours. His work usually started at 6 in the morning and ended 18 o’ clock or even later. Why so long ? Because Alastor was mixed, he came from the Bayou, his previous Boss didn’t like him and the one he had currently wanted him to stay until night so she can try and get into his pants and because he brought a lot of money in. Did they pay him more for the ridiculous long hours ? Barely.

M/n emptied his Father’s left coat pocket, which held his car and house keys. He took them out and then told his Father softly that he was relieving his bladder, which the Radio Host dismissed him for.

Then M/n left and hid the car keys in a supply closet from three, behind a few cleaning supplies and the house keys he placed somewhere on the floor, almost behind a small shoe closet in the hallways, barely possible to be spotted. Then he returned.

-At the end of Alastor’s shift-

“Blazes ! Where are the car keys ?!”, Alastor huffed out in frustration as he continued to search for them.

“I don’t know, Papa. Where did you see them last ?”, M/n asked gently.

“Cher, they were lastly in my coat pocket. In my left one, like always.”

The boy looked at his Father for a while in concern.

“Are you sure they were there last ? Otherwise I am worried that someone stole them.”, M/n said softly.

Alastor growled in frustration.

“Are you sure, you didn’t take them and play me a fool, Son ?”

“I promise, I didn’t touch them, Pa.”, M/n swore.

Alastor couldn’t detect a lie in his Son’s voice either. Usually it wavered in nerves, but not this time... The adult sighed.

“Go to Tony while I am hunting down the keys, Cher. They have to be somewhere.”, the adult muttered, his smile wavering.

“Alright, Pa...”

M/n left and went for his Uncle’s office. He was off air for a while now and probably packed up to leave. Alastor searched for almost 2 hours now and couldn’t find his house and car keys. M/n felt bad, yet at the same time, it was funny.

Soon enough he entered Tony’s office and he spotted Francisco with Peter and Cole in there too. M/n waved gently.

“Apologies, if I interrupted you four... Papa sent me.”, M/n gently said.

“Come on in, Kiddo !”, Tony encouraged.

The boy carefully entered and shut the door.

“What did your Father sent you here for ?”, Peter asked.

“He can’t find his house and car keys so he sent me to Tony to be watched over, until he found them.”

Cole gave M/n a suspicious look.

“You made them disappear, didn’t you, M/n ?”, the man asked after a while.

The boy froze and stared at Cole, while the other three men looked at him in curiosity.

“I did no such thing.”, M/n denied with a wavering voice.

“Liar.”, Peter stated.

“Why would you do that to Alastor, M/n ?”, Tony asked with disappointment in his voice.

M/n looked down in shame.

“I....”, the boy couldn’t get it out.

Cole’s eyes widened as he recalled their last encounter in a speakeasy.

“Is it because of last week ? The spiked drink your Father received ?”, the adult asked.

The other three men snapped their heads to Cole, staring at him in shock.

“What ?!”, Peter yelled in shock.

“Excuse me ?!”, Francisco choked out.

“Mind repeating that ?!”, Tony yelled.

M/n flinched and nodded gently. Cole saw that and had a weird feeling in his gut.

“Do you know who did it ?”, Cole asked.

“Y-yes...”

“Did you tell Alastor ?”

“N-no...”

“Why not ?”, Tony asked now.

“Because that person is one of his friends. He knows them longer and I don’t want to ruin his trust and openness by telling him.”

There was silence for a while.

“You told me it was a woman, who looked way too smug as she gave him his drink.”, Cole pointed out.

“A woman too...”, Tony wheezed out in shock.

“What’s her name ?”, Francisco asked gently.

M/n looked at them and took a deep breath.

“Her name is Mimzy. She owns the speakeasy joint, if that’s true. She performs there as a singer and dancer too. She is pretty short and her voice isn’t all that great, but she is Papa’s friend. She brought him the spiked drink, smugly.”, M/n explained.

“Do you really think it was her then ?”, Peter asked.

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”, M/n replied dryly.

“Why ?”, Tony asked in concern.

The four boys could tell there was something M/n didn’t tell them. He looked at them in slight worry.

“Don’t tell Papa, please.”

“We promise we won’t. Now spill the tea.”, Cole assured.

M/n took a deep breath and then nodded.

“I think Tony remembers when Papa told him that I was once poisoned and by some miracle survived it until the next day and then Dr. Hugo pumped out my stomach, right ?”

The men nodded.

“Who didn’t hear it ? We were all worried sick.”, Francisco stated.

“But that happened two years ago. What does this have to do with anything ?”, Peter asked in confusion.

“Well....I never told Papa that I knew who did it. I met Mimzy for the first time two years ago, as I was 9 years old. She faked to be happy to meet me and we both pretended to get along in front of Papa, but as soon as he left for the bathroom, we both started to hiss at each other. She started it and called me a runt that Papa took in out of pity. I back talked and called her a Bitch. She told me that Papa belonged to her and threatened me that if I don’t disappear out of his life, she will make sure he will get rid of me. I threatened her back and told her that I will tell him everything and I never lied before, so who did she think Papa would believe. Sometime later she brought me my last glass of juice and it tasted different than any other the next day I felt really terrible and told Papa about the drink, he panicked and called Dr. Hugo and he wanted me as fast as possible in the hospital. After they pumped out my stomach I felt very weak, but better. My recovery took a bit, but it was alright.”, M/n shortly explained.

The four men stared at him, gob smacked.

“You should have told him.”, Cole stated darkly.

“I don’t want him to cut everyone off he is close with. He seems very close with Mimzy. Can you imagine, after he cut her off entirely, what will happen to you all ? He might be very distant and dismissive to you all. I don’t want that.”, M/n reasoned.

“He has a point. Al would do that.”, Tony deadpanned.

“We didn’t go there for these two years and last week was the first time in a while.”, M/n said.

“And she tried to pull something on Alastor this time...”, Peter added, getting the image.

M/n nodded.

“That’s why I make his things disappear, or just cause Papa to be unable to attend to the speakeasy. I don’t want this...harlot...to hurt my Father. I would never be able to live with myself !”

The men looked at each other and then nodded and looked back at M/n.

“Then count us in for all your mischief next time. We will help.”, Tony stated.

“Even if we have to go with Al to the speakeasy.”, Francisco added.

“Yo-you guys would ?”, M/n asked in awe.

“Of course we would. We may not be very big on giggle water, but one or two glasses hurt no one. Mostly not with friends.”, Peter told M/n happily.

“Also drinking with Alastor doesn’t sound so bad. And if we keep an eye on him anyways, why not ?”, Cole stated with a smile of his own.

“You guys are the best.”, M/n told them with a big smile.

“For Al, always. This man is such a gem.”, Tony chuckled out.

“Then I need your help today. Help me to keep Papa away from the speakeasy today. If you need help with anything, just get my Father. I am not ready to see Mimzy this soon again.”, M/n said.

“Leave that whole mess to us, Kiddo. Now let us help your Father to find his key sets.”

“The car keys are in the second supply closet in the main hallway, behind a window cleaner spray bottle and the house keys I put on the floor and shoved very close to the big shoe closet. They are hard to spot and almost behind the damn thing.”, M/n informed them.

“Noted. Let’s go boys.”, Cole said and pulled Peter with Francisco out of the office.

“Promise me that you will continue to look out for Alastor, M/n, okay ?”, Tony pleaded gently.

“I will never let my eyes stray from Papa.”, M/n swore.

“Good to hear, Kid.”

Alastor’s coat pockets had holes in them the next week. That just couldn’t do, so he had to go the tailor, who told him the unfortunate news that his favorite coat needed a few hours to be repaired. At least it wasn’t a day.

M/n snipped small holes into the Coat pockets and then pulled some loose threads, making the holes bigger and seem more natural. Alastor barely had his hands in his pockets so he couldn’t tell the difference, he could only suspect that his keys must have been stuck once or twice in his pockets and they caused the holes.

The day after that Alastor couldn’t go to the speakeasy, because Tony needed his help at his own home, to set up a new shelf, because his old one ‘broke’. Tony told M/n that he destroyed his own shelf just to get Alastor to come and help him with a new one.

The next time Alastor wanted to visit Mimzy, his dress pants ripped at the crotch area. M/n pulled some loose threats and it seemed that Alastor really believed that his pants were just a bit too old. Another visit to the tailor and again no Mimzy.

This went on and on for months. The Radio Host barely saw Mimzy. The few times he did see her, or got to the speakeasy was rare and he never came alone. Tony and Peter either came with him, wanting to let off some steam too with him, or Cole and Francisco went with him or M/n went with him or M/n and someone else from the four men went with him or just one of the four men walked with him. Alastor found it a bit suspicious, but he never minded it and brushed it off.

What the adult never noticed, was how the few times he was there, anything that happened on accident, was purely intended. Suddenly Peter spilled his own drink and Alastor rushed off to get some napkins and as soon as he returned Al’s drink was gone. Either it was on the floor, shattered, it fell over or the glass was just empty.

Whenever Tony was with the Radio Host, he had a few nerve problems and could fake them a bit. A shaky hand or a jolting leg was perfect. When he saw Mimzy smirking smugly, he already knew the drink for Alastor was spiked, so he jolted his knee so hard against the table that the drinks spilled over and he apologized each time in shame, mentioning his nerve problem. It was long cured but he never told anyone, he can still fake it well.

Francisco pretended to try and kill a fly, or another small bug he saw, and ‘accidently’ swiped Alastor’s drink over.

And Cole usually was such a savage that he snatched Al’s drink and just gulped it down. Claiming that he wanted to get a raise out of Alastor, which he never got. The adult didn’t even seem annoyed, just amused.

M/n tried everything and anything as soon as he knew the drink was spiked. They let Alastor at least once a month go to Mimzy’s, if they felt generous. There were times they kept him away from the joint for three months.

Over M/n’s dead body will Mimzy ever get a chance to drug his Father. This little Bitch wanted a war ? Now she had it.

Game. Fucking. On.

And M/n seemed to win.

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Funtime – Wanda Maximoff x Male!Reader

A/N: Honestly ? I wanted to almost write “Funtime (Freddy)”. Okay ! I’ll stop ! Hahaha ! XD Also guys...we need to talk about your way how you write me some categories... Like “Asphyxiation“. First off, I had to research what the heck that was, instead of “choking” or “air restriction kink”, second there were two kinds of that and if I wouldn’t have known it was supposed to be smut, I would have almost gone for the “condition of deficient supply of oxygen”, which I’m pretty sure is a dangerous disease. Not to diss anyone, just saying that next time, you don’t have to use big words, just say choking and stuff. I had a bit of trouble writing it, also..I left it somehow a bit open, because I had no idea what else to add. TvT NOW ONTO THE ONESHOT (I hope I did it okay. I think I fucked up with Universe 838...) (Pic belongs to rightful owner)

WARNING!: Mention of murder, blood x gore, oral sex, face sitting, thigh worship, ass worship, praising, ruined orgasm/Orgasm denial, headscissor AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

She snuck up on the guard that was completely at her mercy. He was scared and she relished in it, she was ready the kill him, end his pathetic life, but she halted as Wanda observed him.

M/n was scared, don’t get him wrong, but damn her hips and thighs looked mighty fine. If he wouldn’t be at deaths mercy at the moment, he would have loved to ravish her and snuggle with her thighs, like holy shit. He didn’t even notice that he was hard, while Wanda was.

“What are you staring at ? Speak up, before I kill you.”, Wanda demanded darkly.

M/n swallowed thickly.

“Ah...Your thighs and hips look...sexy ? I know I’m gonna die, but well...might as well appreciate the view as long as I can, right ?”, M/n asked a bit nervously.

He was blushing. Wanda stared at him in disbelief, then in thoughts.

“If you can satisfy me, I will spare you.”, Wanda said.

M/n perked up at that and nodded.

“Okay. What do you want me to do ?”

“Get on the ground, on your stomach and wait.”, she replied darkly and then took off her pants and panties.

M/n did as told, not wanting to spoil his chance. She laid down on her back, opening her legs wide.

“Go on, start your game.”, she commanded.

M/n dived in and started to kiss her thighs, even ran his hands over the back of her thighs. She laid back there, just enjoying herself, while M/n kissed Wanda’s thighs, sucked small marks into them, which made her groan a bit and he even bit and nibbled at them, grasping what he couldn’t mark and worship properly.

Then she locked M/n into a head scissor and he groaned as Wanda cut off his airwaves. He continued to kiss and mark her thighs for a while, until Wanda had enough and pushed him away with her foot. M/n listened, his rod even harder than it was before.

It was hot how the Scarlet Witch just cut off his airwaves with her pretty thighs.

“On your back, boy.”, she commanded.

M/n did as told.

“Good boy.”, Wanda praised.

She soon was over him and before he could react, she sat down on his face. M/n moaned and started to lick, kiss and suck on Wanda’s cunt and her ass. She moaned, grabbing his hair and pulling and pushing him a bit.

“You’re doing so good. So, so good. Good boy.”, she praised.

She barely let him catch his breath, but he continued to please her none the less. He put his tongue inside her and started to tongue fuck her, which got her moaning loudly.

“What a good boy you are~!”, Wanda moaned out her praise.

M/n could see black dots appearing in his vision slowly, but he was determined to get her to cum, before he can take a breath. He continued to fuck her with his tongue, even pulled out of her cunt a few times to give her ass some more attention as well, before he stuffed her cunt with his tongue again.

“Fuck~! That’s it~! I’m close~! Make me cum~! Continue to be a good little toy~!”, Wanda moaned.

M/n truly wanted to do just as she asked, but he got more and more dizzy. And then suddenly...he passed out. The edge for an orgasm went away and Wanda groaned in frustration.

“Why did you stop ?”, she asked.

But no response came, only then did she realize that M/n was out cold. She got off of him and looked him over. He was still breathing luckily, but she almost suffocated him.

‘He passed out because he didn’t get any air...’

Her cunt was throbbing and wet, still in need of that orgasm that she was so close to. She sighed and picked M/n up, then left with him in a hurry, dragging him somewhere with her, to hide, so he can make up for it later.

A/N: I hope I added everything into it ! I was unsure if I should continue it and if yes, how, so I left it pretty much open.

[blackypanther9]

Alastor's Daughter is a Boss Bitch - Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader

Warning!: Inappropriate words, inappropriate behavior, you bullying men back, talk about intercourse, but nothing specific, mention of cramps, contractions, cock and pussy (like I said inappropriate), Alastor being shocked AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!!

A/N: I was inspired to make this as I watched a YouTube video listening to s story like this and thought this would be the perfect set up for this. Lol. Enjoy guys. ^^ (Art belongs to rightful owner)

TAGLIST: @meg-giry1 @wen01203 Words: 2 463

Alastor was rushing around at home, scraping together his formal suit, suit pants, dress shirt, shoes and tie. You came down the stairs and looked at your Father in confusion.

"Papa, what is all the fuss about ?"

"I have a business night out, mon ange (my Angel) !"

"With your Boss and colleagues ?"

"Spot on, Darling !"

"Can I come too ?"

Alastor looked at you.

"Cher, I'm already late."

"I won't take long, Papa."

He looked at you for a while and sighed, slumping his shoulders.

"Alright then, Cher. But hurry up and look your best !"

"You got it, Papa !", you replied and hurried up the stairs.

You waited for such a day to come. Your Father always came home very stressed and seemingly disgusted from these business outings at nights. This time you wanted to come along and support your poor Papa.

As you were in your room you instantly pulled out your nicest looking dress, with a perfect pair of underwear and, instead of stockings, you put on a pair of pantyhose. You never know with creeps walking around. Your Father always told you that you can wear pantyhose underneath dresses, in case someone thinks you would be easy access when he was NOT around you. It worked WONDERS.

As you put it all on you ran to the bathroom and started to apply some light touches of makeup. You were already a stunning young Lady and didn't need to cake yourself in makeup, just some touches of it were enough to compliment your natural beauty. At least your Papa always told you that and you trusted his judgment most. He never lied to you before.

As you were done with your make up, you quickly did your hair. You styled it elegantly, yet simple. Then you grabbed your small handbag and rushed back down to find your Father fighting with his tie. You giggled, making him stop in his tracks and look at you.

His eyes widened in awe as he saw you and his smile seemed very genuine.

"You look very stunning, mon ange.", your Father complimented.

"And you look silly, Papa. Do you even know that you wear your dress shirt backwards ?"

Alastor's smile thinned as he looked at you in shock and then he looked down at his dress shirt.

"Oh, APPLESAUCE !!!", he shouted in frustration as he saw you were right.

You laughed and shook your head, then approached him.

"Pull your arms out of the sleeves and we twist the dress shirt around. Then I will help you with your tie. You are such a mess, Pa.", you giggled out.

He blushed in slight embarrassment, but took off his overcoat again, let the tie hang around his neck and then pulled his arms out of his dress shirt's sleeves. You took the edge of the dress shirt and twisted it, turning the shirt around.

"Arms back in, Pa."

Alastor did as told and smiled a bit more honestly. At least his shirt was corrected. But that BLASTED tie…

You pulled on the right edge of the tie and turned it to his right front, then you effortlessly tied it. Your Father taught you this, in case you ever needed to do that. It was intended for your future spouse, but you used it on him more than he thought he needed.

You gave your Father a once over and nodded in approval.

"Put on your overcoat. We can go, Papa."

He smiled at you in thankfulness and put on his coat.

"Thank you, Cher."

"It was no problem, Papa."

Together they left the house, locked it and went to the bar, Alastor was supposed to be at with his colleagues.

-Time skip-

The meeting was…dreadfully boring. The men kept drinking, laughing about stupid, disgusting things and talking inappropriately about things.

'No wonder Dad is always at his wits end…'

You could see how your Father just wanted to leave as soon as the others started to talk and joke about Sex. You also were NOT allowed to drink. You were 15 years of age, so still underage and practically you shouldn't be in a speakeasy. Alastor strictly told you to only drink water, lemonade and juices, NO Alcohol. Not that you were interested in that poison anyways.

Your Papa held back on his rye too. So it was a win – win. "So, Al !", his Boss started cockily.

Alastor looked at him, tensing up, smile forced and frozen, listening.

"Yer Daughter already havin' a man ?", he asked.

You could see how your Papa's eye subtly twitched in irritation. You decided to step in.

"With all due respect, Sir, I can speak for myself. And I have no interest in a man yet. I am only 15 after all. I still have at least 3 more years until I might be interested. Thank you for asking though.", you answered courtly.

Some of Alastor's co-workers wolf whistled at that. You look at them in confusion.

"What is there to whistle about ? I have my own life too, so I really don't see the point in rushing and tying myself down so fast."

"I mean all you women are good for is for keeping the house clean and baring children. So you actually don't have much of a life." , a co-worker taunted.

The other men laughed, while you smiled.

"Wow, big shot. Have you ever told your Mother how disrespectful you are ? Without us women, you wouldn't even exist, so pay some respect.", you shot back.

That made them laugh.

"You would be nothing without us, girly. You don't even do much but complain about everything.", another co-worker shot back at you.

"You men aren't any better. As soon as your woman tells you she is not in the mood you have a childish temper tantrum. As soon as you get a small cold you moan and complain that you poor souls are dying. Yet, here you are, making fun of us. You have no idea what we women have to do for you ungrateful, inconsiderate folks.", you said calmly with a giant smile.

Alastor was silent the entire time, knowing you can handle this. The last time he tried to stop you, fearing for you, you roasted him with the other men in the same room. He knew to keep himself out of this.

"Al, get your rude child under control.", another co-worker scoffed.

"Oh, now I am rude ? Can't take the truth, big guy ?", you taunted.

"You know nothing, woman !"

"You are the one who knows nothing, MAN. You judge MY gender. I know more about it than YOU. After all, all you men do is go to work, complain about your wives, get drunk, get home and then belittle your own women. You know jackshit, mate.", you told them.

The men gasped and looked at Alastor, who sat there and sipped his drink calmly. As he set it back down he lifted his hands.

"Don't look at me. You brought this upon yourselves. The wrath of a woman can be quite bad.", Alastor said.

"You're not even trying !", the same co-worker from before accused Alastor.

He sighed and looked at you sternly.

"Cher, mind your tongue.", Alastor said with a serious voice and narrowed eyes.

You glared at him.

"Keep yourself out of this, respectfully, Father or I will not hesitate to teach you a lesson too.", you threatened.

"Y/n, I am serious."

"So am I, Father. Keep yourself out of this or suffer the consequences.", you replied darkly.

Alastor looked at his co-workers and shrugged.

"I tried."

Then sipped his rye again.

"Smart move, Dad.", you replied.

"You women are lazy and ungrateful with what we are doing !", the second co-worker from before yelled at you.

You laughed.

"WE are lazy ? Listen here you little insolent, inconsiderate man child. We women have to endure your constant complaining all the time, be it work or home related, we work our asses off for a few coins while you command us to also keep the shit show of a house clean, that you men are too incompetent to keep clean yourselves ! We have to lay in the same bed as you and get laid with you, no matter if we want or not and have to carry your brats in our wombs for 9 entire months ! Not only does that make us fat and insecure, but also moody, it gives us back pains and our feet will hurt because of the extra weight we have because of your brats ! It also endangers our life when we birth them, death by child birth is very common and it quite literally could rip us open if the baby is too big ! The contractions ? If you would have them, you would cry like a Baby, because I can tell you it hurts way more than when you have to take a shit in the bathroom and it is so dry that it rips your asshole a new one. Ever heard about cramps ? I tell ya right now, every month for a whole week a woman has to endure it and cramps can be just as bad as a contraction, while you could heavily bleed out from your genitalia and most possibly pass out from too much blood loss. Tell me again, big Baby, did you know any of this ? Do you want me to go into exact detail of how bad a cramp and contraction can hurt ?"

All men at the table, besides Alastor of course, flinch as you told them about women bleeding out of their vagina. Some seemed worried about the blood loss part, others seemed to finally grasp at how dangerous pregnancy actually can be and other men just rolled their eyes. Not believing it.

Alastor just sat there, not interfering this whole mess his own colleagues got themselves into. He felt very uncomfortable, but he really wanted to see how this whole thing ended.

"It shows that you definitely need to be in a better mood. A good ride on someone's cock would do it. You would be into that and stop bitchin' about.", the co-worker that started this whole mess huffed out annoyed.

"Ronald…", a more sensitive co-worker tried to warn him, seeing Alastor's eye twitch and glare at Ronald in anger.

You smirked and leaned forward.

"Oh~? So, whenever you are in a hissy fit with someone you also go and enjoy some good cock ? How many do you need every time someone pissed you off ?", you fired back.

Alastor spat out his drink in shock, other men stared at you on shock, others laughed and Ronald sputtered with a deep red blush.

"I do NOT ! I am NOT a homo ! I-I don't !", the man tried to defend himself.

"Seems to me you are. After all you just gave yourself away.", you taunted.

"You little-!"

"Anyways, because you seem to FAIL to grasp onto what I was telling you, I will gladly go into full detail what a woman goes through, while horny, ungrateful, inconsiderate idiots, like you, Ronald, just put your dick in a hole and call it a day."

Alastor stared at his Daughter in shock and then started to look away, ignoring you as best as he could, not wanting to be reminded of all the education the two of you went through, those days.

At the end of all your details and examples of how much worse females suffer because of men, not using their own brain and feelings, but their cock and constant overfed ego instead, they were white as chalk in the faces, gulped hard and had eyes filled with horror.

The men that were complaining about women, now had a huge respect for them and for their own Mothers of ever putting up with even birthing and raising them.

You gave them a sarcastic smirk.

"So big shots, would you want to trade with a woman, now that you know how bad a woman actually has it, thanks to you ?"

"No.", the answered quickly.

"Would you willingly endure all this torture ?"

"No !", they yelled in fear.

"Will you ever disrespect women again ?"

"No, Ma'am.", they all answered.

"Good."

You took your last sip of juice and then looked at your Father.

"That's why I love my Father. He respects us women for what we have to endure, what we do for you men and what we leave behind because of you. Maybe you should start doing the same thing."

They looked down in shame at your words. You didn't hide your anger and disgust in your voice and they knew it was directed at them.

"It is getting rather late. Papa, can we go home now please ?", you asked him sweetly, like you never threatened him tonight and never gave all his co-workers a traumatizing education.

"Of course, Cher." Alastor replied gently.

He was about to pull out his wallet to pay for his and your drinks, but was stopped by his Boss.

"I'll pay for everything, Alastor. Go home with your Daughter and get a good sleep you two. Stay safe and I'll see you Tuesday."

The Radio Host was shocked, but nodded. He got up with you and he helped you into your coat, then you did the same for him.

"Good Night, man Babies. Hopefully you treat your wives nicer now.", you bid them as farewell.

They assured you they will and wished you a good night. Then the two of you left.

"Was that all really necessary, mon ange ?", Alastor asked as he drove them both home.

"It was. Now stop crying about it. I'm still mad that you tried to make me shut up, Father. I will not forgive you that easily again.", you said with a bite in your tone.

Alastor flinched slightly, sinking a bit more into his seat. This will be a long coming week for the Radio Host….and he already regretted proofing his point to his co-workers that you will not listen to him when you are angered.

Oh joy….

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[blackypanther9]

Why bigger blogs in loki fandom can't stop stealing ideas from the smaller ones or the ones with less readers?

Some of you all have no courtesy to reblog/comment on fics if you're not getting the same in return but then you continuously stalk our blogs to steal ideas and plot points (and I'm not talking about tropes here, I'm taking about the individuality of a character) and then you write a one shot based on that very idea, just so you can tag hundred of your besties in the group and gain notes and appraisals. How does it work? Come up with your own shit for once. It doesn't really surprise me because most of these blogs are Pro in gif stealing but like don't be such a loser.

This used to happen before as well while I was writing for Loki but it surprises me now because Every Daemon series i have written so far is only being read by a few people, I'm hardly getting 50 notes on each chapter but I'm finding bits and pieces of it scattered around in several loki fics and it's disgusting. Come up with your own traits for your characters, use your brain, it's pretty obvious that some of you can write and write well but don't take my uniqueness, something that I come up with on my own and blend it into your fics (especially when you have hundreds of readers) when you are refusing to acknowledge my presence at the same time. Don't steal from me and my mutuals whose fics you can't bother to reblog and support.

I'm not even going to tag this because for those it's intended for will find it since they have the habit of stalking.

I'm not an eloquent writer, English is not my first language so it feels really disheartening when I see these blogs pick up and steal things I had come up with. And some of my writer mutuals feel the same way.

[blackypanther9]

Only once, never again – Father!Alastor x Teen!Daughter!Reader

TAGLIST: @meg-giry1 @wen01203

“Papa, please ?”, you asked again.

“No, Cher. You are too young.”, Alastor denied you again.

“Papa, I am sixteen ! I should at least try !”, you tried to convince him.

“You are too young to try now, Cher. What if something happens to you ? I would never forgive myself.”

“Pa, you are my Father and the all feared Bayou Killer. As soon as I am hurt, you kill the one responsible. I am not a damsel in distress either ! You taught me how to defend myself and I am not that easily traumatized. I live with and was raised by you ! Alastor Hazbin, most famous Radio Host, the man that never stops smiling, the man that accomplished the impossible, the man who proudly adopted and raised a child with well manners and the very shadow in the night that kills scum that deserve it ! I’m a tough cookie, I won’t crumble THAT fast !”, you persisted.

He stared at you, uncertainty in his eyes and his smile so very strained, close to a concerned frown. You both stayed seated in the living room, listening to the new record that Alastor bought.

What were you arguing about ? You wanted to try out dating someone and Alastor, your Father, absolutely HATED the very idea.

“Just once, Pa. Pretty please. Let me try out dating someone at least this once. I wish to know what it feels like.”, you pleaded with him again.

Your Father took a deep breath and stood up.

“I fear I have to retire to bed now, mon ange (My Angel). Sleep well, Dear.”, he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead, then left.

You had a crestfallen look on your face. Alastor wasn’t blind, he saw it too. He needed time to think about this. Don’t get him wrong, the Radio Host KNEW this would happen one day or another, but he was never ready for the day it would happen. He was very concerned for your safety. Men...were swines. You...were an absolute angel. It just didn’t fit, in his opinion. His sweet loving daughter and an abusive swine at your side, leashing you and using you for whatever he wanted...no...Alastor hated that bare thought.

He could feel himself getting sick at the pure imagination, that you would get a man and he would instantly collar and leash you. Like his Father did with his Mother.

He laid there, in bed, wide awake, for three hours that night. As you retired for the night he could hear you sobbing and whimpering and his heart felt oh so shattered, just hearing you crying. He knew he was the cause of your sadness. He just wanted to protect you, but he understood you as well.

You were a Teenager and you wanted to feel a different kind of love. You wanted to explore a new area and usually Alastor was supportive of your adventurous side. But...this was about men and men could NEVER be trusted. His Father and the men he killed, were the perfect example ! They hurt and abused their wives and sometimes even their own children, they raped women and left them to die or with a Bastard child, they yell at their wives, degrade them whenever they saw fit, emotionally scarred them and traumatized their own Family !

He didn’t want the same thing happening to you. You were his beloved daughter and he could never forgive himself, if something happened to you. This was a difficult decision for him.

You wanted to at least try and court someone for once, while he was very much against the thought alone. What course of action should he take ? What would be the safest, best idea ? Continue to deny you and break your heart, or let you try and possibly end up hurt and...most possibly cold hearted ? Alastor heard of it. Some men were so brutal, that the woman they dated ended up with a cold heart and never courted again.

What was he supposed to do ? Give in, or continue to hurt your feelings ?

-Time skip-

You woke up and were not in the mood to get out of bed. You were sad and hurt that your Father refused to let you try and find out what else love would feel like. You were just curious. Only one try, but even to that he said no and then he just left you and retired for the night.

That one hurt the most.

The door opened and the smell of cooked breakfast entered your room.

“Y/n, Sweetheart~! I made you your beloved pancakes~!”, your Father sang out with a big smile.

You didn’t react and didn’t move, which made your Father’s smile dim slightly. He ripped open the curtains and opened your window for fresh air. The birds were chirping and the breeze was a pleasant welcome in your room, you loved the wind and air outside, it made you feel free. Alastor knew that.

Then your Father sat down next to your curled up form and ran his fingers through your hair, gently. He sighed. He knew you were awake, but in a foul mood from yesterday evening still.

“Listen Cher...I thought long and hard about your idea from yesterday, while I was in bed. I understand why you want this so bad, but please understand me too, Darling. I can’t always be there for you. I just want to keep you safe for as long as possible.”, he carefully started.

You continued to listen, already knowing this, but not saying anything.

“If you have someone, you want to court and explore a new territory with...then you have my permission for now...”

Your head snapped up and you stared at him in shock, he held his finger up, telling you to be silent, he wasn’t finished.

“BUT ! If that filthy speck of dirt dares to lay a hand on you, I will not hesitate to kill him and you will NEVER court anyone again ! Understood ?”

You nodded quickly, happy tears in your eyes. You sat up and quickly wrapped your arms around your Father, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you so much, Papa ! You have no idea what this means to me !”, you sobbed out happily.

He hugged you back tightly, not saying a word. But...he felt bile rise up in his throat.

‘I can’t believe I said yes to this...’

-Later that day-

You went out and told your Father that you will meet up with the man that you decided to court and see if there will be anything happening. Alastor let you go with a lot of hesitation. Heck, he even made you go through all the methods how to hurt a man again, just to see if you remember everything !

You told him where you will be, when you will be back and then left.

But the Radio Host couldn’t help worrying. He dressed up in formal clothes, but they wouldn’t be too much of a loss to get rid of, shall he get messy. Grabbed his hunting knife, hid it in his coat and then he was off, shadow trailing you.

The man he saw you meet up with, didn’t seem very suiting for you. He always stayed far enough away, but was still close enough to see you both. You were taking a walk in the park first, talking and joking with each other, then you went out to eat at a restaurant, which the boy paid for and then you started to laugh and talk some more.

Alastor wasn’t sure how to feel. You seemed happy... But that boy...didn’t seem very safe. Maybe..Alastor was just overreacting...but he didn’t like him.

As it was time to go home for you, the both of you parted ways. You left a kiss on his cheek and then you walked away from one another. He offered to bring you home, but for the sake of your Father’s safety and your new friend’s, you said no.

As you returned home, you saw your Father pacing the living room. As soon as you closed the front door, he snapped his head to you and looked at you, face full with worry.

“How...did it go, mon petit (My little one) ?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“It went good, I guess ? But it...we didn’t feel a spark, Pa. Like what all these romance books say when you find the right one you want to be with ? That didn’t happen.”

He looked relieved, yet confused.

“And what does that mean now, for the two of you ?”

You smiled at your Father happily.

“We decided that we will stay friends and agreed to meet next week again  ! Oh, Papa, you would love this boy ! He has no issue with mixed and dark skinned people either ! He finds them rather interesting ! He is so kind too ! You and him would become great friends !”

“Would we now ?”

“Yes, yes, you would ! Kenny is such a kind soul !”

Alastor made a humming sound.

“I suppose we can meet him next time here, then. If you want.”

You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, I would LOVE to ! He offered to get me home too, but I didn’t want to cause you a panic attack with him coming here already, so I declined. I hope you aren’t too mad about that.”

“Not at all, Cher !”

With that you talked with him about everything you and your new friend did and talked about. The next time Alastor met Kenny and he was pleasantly surprised that you were right. He and Kenny became quite good pals.

A/N: I hope this wasn’t trash. TvT I thought about this scene a lot, yet it seemed better in my head than on paper... Q-Q

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[blackypanther9]

Me: *Writing a draft in Tumblr on my phone because too weak to get on my PC for it*

Me: *Continuously saving it*

Also me a few hours later: *Saves again and wants to check on it*

Tumblr: Your draft went missing.

Me: Excuse me, what now ?! Do I have to rewrite the whole thing from SCRATCH ?!

Me: *reloads the App and it's still gone*

Me: Don't tell me you piece of shit published it ! I said SAVE and not POST, BITCH.

Me: *Checks my posts and sees it sitting there. Panics on the inside*

Me: BITCH IT AIN'T DONE YET !! SHIT SOMEONE SAW ALREADY ! TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT OFF !!! FUCK YOU TUMBLR I HATE YOU SO MUCH !!!

Me: *Makes the post invisible, blushes from shame and is pissed off all at once*

Me: Whyyyyy?!

[blackypanther9]

Could you do a Mr. Puzzles x Male reader smut? (Preferably where the read is the sub?)

Hey Nonny.

I'm sorry to say this but I can't write it.

The requests are closed and I don't know a Mr. Puzzles either. If that is someone from the MCU I haven't continued to watch the new stuff. I'm sorry.

Q-Q