loneworldgazer

[loneworldgazer]

Being sandwiched between Kisuke and Yoruichi would heal me right now

[loneworldgazer]

Hello I just read your Dr Sawyer fic and it is the most heart stopping jaw dropping fanfic I've ever read you write painfully well have a great night

IM GOING TO FLUP OUT THANK YOU

[loneworldgazer]

YES YES YES IM BJTING THE WALLSSSSSSSSSS

Guys what if I write Harley Sawyer fics.. after all the theories and videos I need to watch through...

Also idk if you guys thought about it but how do you think Harley looked like when he was still flesh and bones??

Would he be balding, slicked back silver hair heh..., actually bald. I'm actually going to backflip right now. Would he be thin, buff, I need comments!!!!

[loneworldgazer]

Thank you for feeding me 👅👅👅👅👅👅

Guys what if I write Harley Sawyer fics.. after all the theories and videos I need to watch through...

Also idk if you guys thought about it but how do you think Harley looked like when he was still flesh and bones??

Would he be balding, slicked back silver hair heh..., actually bald. I'm actually going to backflip right now. Would he be thin, buff, I need comments!!!!

[loneworldgazer]

I think I'll accept that I can't write easily as back in highschool because I can't find a free gap to write unless I force myself but I would rather not do that

Sighhhhhhhh

College is pain!!!!!

[loneworldgazer]

"his mutt."

pairing: Harley Sawyer X toy!reader

cont: You, his assistant gave up your parts oh so willingly to him. Why are you surprised that you've been turned into a toy, did you think you were special?

a/n: this was crazy, I'll dissappear again for a year trust!!! Seriously tho, writing is fun but my lifestyle is so busy now brahhhh. Edit: closing my eyes as I post this cause I'm not sure if I went on a tangent writing all of this or it's actually good AHHHHH

tags: reader IS AN ADULT, nsfw, groping, degradation, sadism, delusion, fingering, no sex (unfortunately), no specific gentilia mentioned guys, first time writing slight smut??? Idk man Harley is not a good man obviiii, I also want to make it clear that THIS IS NOT BEASTILITY

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"L/N, would you give yourself up in the name of science?"

That snapped you out your daze from the whirring of the water faucet sanitizing the bloody scalpels. The blood turn to clouds and made your eye twitch back to Harley who had his hand on a VHS tape ready to record another log. That prompted you to reply quickly.

You straightened up, wanting to give a lengthy answer that would somehow impress the Doctor or at best, make him bat an eyelash at you. Experimenting was the reason why you decided to be a scientist, Playtime Co. was where it was home for a job like yours. Going into the unknown required some unethicality and pushing past morals, too much of it is too far that you don't even notice. In the long run, you had smeared blood that wasn't yours all over yourself without realising. Research was the hook, the line were your meticulous gloved hands on a body and the sinker was the Doctor acknowledging the labour that you do.

This place was a house that echoes off with tormented residents and you're simply one of the owners that bang at the walls so they can keep quiet, the smudged handprints had been painted over with a new coat. In this place where you sit at your appointed seat in the family couch, your eyes look around for him.

Would it be plain dreadful to admit that the praise one man could give had you licking and cleaning up the dirt of his sins until he told you it was enough? It was not said but his precense was a mantra that you obedientally chant.

He was a needy man, quite funny to describe someone assertive as him but he depended on you. Or should you be careful with a mind as dangerous as his; an intelligence that leaves you choked up for air. It's bad to dream that he treats you differently but his eyes would linger more on you before he tells you to pass the data.

The voices of everybody you talked to had been a blurry memory ever since you were holed up in this cold, pristine hell of machines and sanitizers. The exhaustion of pushing out the next new toy was the thrill you enjoyed from work, pain and anguish from failure that was simply a query to overtake. It was exhilaration to you. But that wasn't it either.

In conclusion, you had no answer. You couldn't outwit a man who shifted the system of a factory that was close to beggary not because this joyous, welcoming environment of a toy company kept people away but because of the risks that he so challenged. This sole place was pitiful, money was a topic that never left anybody's tongue; the people were reflected like the experiments, scurrying around like rats before the only light that reaches them is the glow of a scalpel.

Perking up, you blinked back the sleep that threatened to overcome you; fingers automatically popping open a bottle of melatonin.

"Yes, Dr. Sawyer. I'd do it in a heartbeat if you were to ask of me."

You didn't notice such a desperate, deprived answer came out of you before the pill dropped from your fingers. The clatter made you drop your head sharply at the ground before shakily putting down the bottle. You swallowed the bile in your throat, wanting to correct yourself, extinguish a bit of that idiocy that you just spouted but what comes next make you gingerly look at him.

It was a short chuckle at your statement, he never did turn his head while talking to you. It was unclear if it was a humourless chuckle or he found you amusing or slow-witted. From many words you could've picked out, why did it have to be those words? Your heart rate starts picking up that you gripped your chest. Maybe, there was an implication to what was uttered, a deeper meaning on how you truly felt for the Doctor.

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Harley Sawyer removed his gloves before he inspected what he had worked on alone. No scientist remained in the room with him, only you. He takes out a tape before he sits down next to the motionless experiment. He starts, his fingers tapping against the table.

"Experiment 1352, Pet Archetype. Responds to sound and light at best. Standard for experiments who are freshly experimented on"

He continues, his eyes flicking at the experiment.

"This experiment will be different, the style choice separate from actual toys in production. This one, will have a humanoid body. Though, it is far different from Miss Delight."

His fingers brush against the experiment's arm. He articulates his next words slowly.

"The idea is nothing short of obscene, a human with dog features. One that will sweep up this company's mess as it intends to do, it's a form of hybrid."

He nearly loses himself, this company was a pain in the ass; his humourless laugh turning almost insane. He could order the scared scientists under him to bow wow for him with a flick of his wrist since he had the ability to but he holds back, remembering what he planned to say. The bark of laughter he let out made the toy squirm, squirming to breathe, to move or even live. Its chest heaves so heavily and Harley stares down at it.

This log was becoming more and more unprofessional, it tickles him. This is why science was more suited for him since creative thinking led him to dig deep into his desires instead.

"It'll be a part of security alongside the other toys. If other results please me then I may move 1352 up a rank."

He writes on the report, his hand writing faster than the pen as this adrenaline he had in him, it was anticipation for this experiment to succeed. You haven't uttered a word ever since the start of the experiment but it was quite alright, he'll wait. Oh, he will definitely wait.

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He heard the certain germ quietly pattering to and fro in this sanctuary he deems his, his vessels moving in place for the finale.

Guess Yarnaby couldn't keep them away for that long, it was quite predictable. He must've met his end already, considering the fact that this employee was anything but normal. He almost run out of toys to set upon the intruder, letting his vessel rest beside the machinery where his brain was.

But there was one, one he kept away from the company for so long, clenched hands to let this keepsake stay hidden.

This toy, the one kneeling on the ground where wires were sprawled all over the floor. It kept their head down resting against the knee of his vessel. Their fluffy tail thumping against the ground, still with energy even if there wasn't much meat to chew on anymore. His eye creased in satisfaction at how this one was still alive only because they were under his rule.

His call on making a hybrid sated his hunger but only by the tip of the iceberg. They were hopelessly mopey at times, it was delightfully pathetic. He traced the tape, the final log he managed to do before he was made into this lamentable piece of metal and sparks. He puts it into a nearby television, watching the pup's ear perk up to his voice and crawl towards the table.

"Experiment 1352, Pet Archetype. In relation, this one's cognitive function had worked terrifically but it can't speak. It's quite ironic, seeing that it reflects the person whom I experimented on."

The clinking of the surgical instruments could be heard with the scribbling of paper. He rasps on lightly, he should call this mutt by a name; a special one. One he never said before followed by a dark chuckle.

"Isn't that right, Y/N? Best get farmiliar with that name, I've made an effort to remember your name and it'd be a shame if you forgot."

You yipped, scratching against the table with your ears flattened against your head as he scoffs. You were moved to Playcare like he intended to. He only thought of moving you to work alongside before he got turned into organs, it was a terrible fate considering he was close to the fun part.

He wasn't surprised when you survived the Hour of Joy, you were supposed to. Being his assistant and working aside such dilligence steered you to the right path, that big brain of yours still working in this different body. Even if you looked human, the plastic on your limbs didn't make you struggle; you scoped out this graveyard like a trained dog. It was surely a struggle to make you a human who just had dog features or one who had actual hind legs because either way,

You just look much better kneeling before him.

The other scientists would always be talking behind his back or give him weary looks to what he wanted next, not that he cared much. It was an observation that became a repetitive cycle that it bored him more than experiments that turn out to be failures but you, you stoked a dangerous flame of interest in his soul.

You come close, passing notes and scalpels and touching skin to skin. It was delectable having an assistant that was so predictable and an oddball that only stuck close to him like a pet.

When Yarnaby had found you, hiding up high in the vents; you accidentally peeked out at the wrong time. This mass of yarn was dragging you by the nape kicking and screaming. The lion growls, knowing it shouldn't harm you but your kicks were deathly. He throws you down infront of the Doctor's feet and you growled, ears flattened from aggression.

He kneels, extending a hand and your demeanour changes so quickly.

"Here, pup. Remember me? I'm sure you'd recognise me even if it's just my voice?"

You struggled up to your knees, your chest heaves like crazy to the realisation then bowed completely on the ground.

Incredible, such quick response like you've realised who you were supposed to worship. He stepped close before he pulls you up by the hair and you whined so prettily.

"You do remember what to do, respect me and I'll reward you. Isn't that exciting?"

Utterly demeaning were the words spoken to this pup who stared up at him like he hung the stars, it was like there was only one thing on its mind. That word, reward. Harley never gave away any strong praise or anything, it could be anything and you were bursting at the seams. It was like you never changed.

The vessel's head snapped at the television as the tape ends and the dog bow wowed for more. He was aware that his form now was nothing compared to when he was a human. He thought of something that made him come close to you. Did you ever fantasies about him?

He hardly thinks about these type of things but everything that comes to unnervingly stroke at somebody's weak spots were accounted for and he was quite intrigued at the thought that you were a little perv if you ever were.

Those quick glances, soft sighs to continue focusing on the projects and the furrow at your brows when you think about how you've started at him so much were all noticed by him. Do they go more than that? He didn't go beyond experiments so he doesn't know if somebody like you were to imagine him in such a scandalous manners.

He touches your thigh, rubbing it and you nearly short circuited. He ran his hand up and down teasingly, nearing your private regions that you flinch away from.

"Come now, mutt. Don't you want to feel me?"

He does it again but now holding you close to him. Metal was what you felt but that heartbeat of yours was audible against him. Harley didn't know that you were disappointed. You wanted to feel the real deal, the intimacy you both would have if you two were still... Human.

His hot breath would be aimed down your neck while his warm hands would make you grip the bedsheets, the eye contact with this man would leave you breathless. But you weren't opposed to the pleasure because he was still him, the Doctor you'll follow till the end of the road; till the ends of hell.

He rubs his palm down your chest then his thumbs press against your stomach down to your hips. You salivated, it was detestable and flattering. These desire of yours should've been a reward from the very start but he only thought to commend your actions, wrapping your head around his words. Nevertheless, this was rewarding for him anyways since this was a discovery he will enjoy from his sweet assistant that was so on edge.

His cold steel hands was felt, proding at the inner most deeper parts of you. His hands go even lower which makes you slightly jump but he tutted, smacking at your thigh though he wasn't completely turnt off by it. He let your sensations go haywire as his hand rubbed between your legs, cupping your nether regions and making you yip pathetically.

Harley held you in his lap, holding both your thighs apart while he stroked at his creation. Those late nights which he remembered where he drawn out the details of your genitals, envisioning how it look when he creates every bit of your new form. Those pencil strokes of pure perversion lingers in him when you drip on his hands, it was wonderful of how he planned out everything even the synthetic juices you'll spurt when you feel ecstacy.

He wished he could taste it, his vessel tapping at the glass where his mouth would be; it would fill him with such bliss to lick it all up. Just seeing you tremble from his fingers make him feel powerful, you were just so easy. He had you from the start.

He touched the juices, slipping it in your hole and feeling you react to his fingers and clench tightly. He tried fixing your vocal cords when your body was still in testing. Moments where he dared to cut open your throat and inspect again and again but to no avail. He marvels at the thought of you actually speaking in this form, pleading and calling out his name but he settled with putting his hand around your neck and feeding off the vibrations your throat does.

He hits deep, his fingers thrusting against your inner walls that he watched in awe and how you squirted all over his fingers, he chuckled and turned his head before you clumsily get it all over his TV face. He didn't stop there, caressing the tip of your senses and making you scuffle your feet at the floor like you're asking him to stop.

Overstimulation was a part of every experiment to push past boundaries, it was his way of knowing whether the experiment was made for pain and ready to handle forces against it and you did so well not to fall apart.

"Doctor!"

He nearly falls onto you in exhilaration, your voice so garbled and loud with pleasure and pumped deep into your G-spot. That's it, come again for him and he'll feel something else other than joy. All you needed was a push before these expectations of his were met. He felt you grab at his robe, clenching it in your hand. You swore you saw stars other than the headiness of the Doctor being so intimate with you, this body of yours might shatter at the all consuming ache if being bent to his will.

"Come for me once again, mutt."

A scream ripped apart from you that you do what he says, exhaling every bit of your desperation before falling faint. Limp body lay against his lap, head lolling out for air and consciousness as he steadies you and moved you to the floor. Your fluffy tail thumped tirelessly against the ground. With an inhale, the Nightmare Critters pop up to his whistle and they moved you to a more comfortable position and he moves for the final showdown.

He can't help but scoff, even if it came out empty. There was a dark smirk on his face and he smoothed down his robes, he mayhaps pushed your reward for too long.

He walks away from you and didn't look back, now he continues his long term mission. He'll be expecting bigger things from you now, much more.

[loneworldgazer]

Guys what if I write Harley Sawyer fics.. after all the theories and videos I need to watch through...

Also idk if you guys thought about it but how do you think Harley looked like when he was still flesh and bones??

Would he be balding, slicked back silver hair heh..., actually bald. I'm actually going to backflip right now. Would he be thin, buff, I need comments!!!!

[loneworldgazer]

would u be ok with writing a story of guts being a teen single dad having a daughter that he got as a result of one night stand mom dead by childbirth before he joined the band of the hawks then just show what life would be like if Guts had a kid before and after joining band of the hawk and pre-eclipse and post-eclipse I imagine her to be 1 years old when guts fought Griffith for the first time

break the cycle

pairing: Guts x Reader

a/n: hiii i made this into quite a scenario with some headcannons, enjoyyyy!!!

tags: a bit of violence, fluffy to angst, Gut's child is named, slight x reader (fic focuses more on Guts and his daughter)

This girl whose eyelashes flutter softly when his father had wiped the muck under her cheek, passing her an apple slice to cease the squirming that she was doing on Gut's back. His little girl was starved, he had counted the coins and it was enough for a meal tonight. He only managed to snag an apple from a vendor who was generous enough to congratulate him on his latest victory.

He pulled his daughter's hood down, shushing her when she starts whining again. She had a penchant for horses and Guts had walked past a farmer who brought his horses to a water trough, he had to avert things like this away from his needy daughter.

When he went the hill, he was cautious and tapped Eileen on the lips to stay quiet. There were knights and familiar to him was the hilt of the sword he held as he puts his daughter down to hide behind a bush. For good measure, he tied a cloth around her eyes; he didnt plan to show her any spilling of blood today and he hears the horses approaching. Their hooves thump against the ground and the swordsman struck when they come to him, he pursed his lips and hoped that Eileen didn't pull off her blindfold. The neighs of horses would peak that curiousity of hers. He tried to swiftly end their lives, more soldiers coming to each comrades before an arrow pierces his arm.

The chaos had turned silent when the leader emerged and Eileen whipped her head around under the blindfold. Her father had tied it efficiently which made her thrash around in the dark. The rustling of the bushes alerted the other soldiers that had not anticipated backup with how the bushes shook. Some soldiers had approached it, looking away at the spectacle of the rumoured swordsman and their esteemed leader in a show down.

They draw their arrows to the sound but got flung back harshly when Guts had clasped onto their throats, swinging them away from the little girl. The soldiers simply getting close to his daughter had disrupted the duel him and the leader were having and Griffith didn't show mercy. His sword gleamed in the sun, ready to continue the fight and he raises it to Gut's back. His shoulder pad had protected against and he blocked Eileen, growling at the men.

"Stay away from her!"

That anger had made his brows furrow and nerves stand on end. The clash of metal resumed and sparks fly, pushing back Griffith to the hill. The white haired man had nodded to his men to not touch the child, his fight would not be disturbed because of a minor issue and his eyes gleam with such intensity.

What was in front of Guts was hot stew, it was barely stew but Eileen was slurping it up messily. The woman called Casca had altered it so it'd be easier for the little girl to swallow it. Guts was still apprehensive towards these people who only look for his strength, he didn't quite care for himself but he had to for his kid. It was a pipedream to keep her safe all the time but he truthfully wished that he didn't have to teach her how to fight. He'll be stuck in many battles, trapped in the stench of blood and sin and he was forced to face his daughter in that state one too many times.

Guts gripped his sword, he'll fight until he wins, he will win.

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But he didn't, unfortunately. His groggy eyes opened and he sat up from his bed.

He thought about you, the person he let tangle his sheets and grab at the headboard. He wished he didn't went through with his base instincts or his curiousity. You were a cherished friend but was a baby really something he wanted to remember you by? She was a bundle of joy too bright for him and he was somebody that will fight hellfire for (change) but he wasn't sure anymore.

He was visibly frowning at his stew that Rickert lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Guts violently jerked back, kissing his teeth before he looked down at his daughter that was looking through his bag for an apple. He sighed, pulling his bag close to look through but Casca had already had one in her hand.

It was peeled, her knife hanging on her belt as she gifts the little one the treat she really wanted. Rickert's face lit up with a small smile, changing Gut's stew. There was no need for Rickert to do all of that, giving him a raised brow and his jaw clicks with tension.

"Relax, Casca said you should have a taste of the stew she made for the little one,"

Casca didn't turn her head, focusing on Eileen who nearly dropped her apple. Her body was rigid, still so enraged over Griffith's instruction on keeping Guts warm two days ago. She had a warm towel, wiping away at Eileen who was making a ruckus.

Guts stood up, carrying Eileen and snatching the towel from the ravenette.

"She prefers if I clean her up."

He marches off to the river far from camp and Casca could do nothing but grunt. Rickert puts a hand on her shoulder, he just tells her to let the swordsman be that it was quite normal for him to be quite standoffish. She turned up her nose, moving to dump back Gut's soup back in the pot to keep for later.

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Bathtime wasn't tedious. It was quick for the girl to jump out the water because of how cold it is. He stares at the bubbles that fell off her body and the soap he was holding, this was the soap you had made back then. Back then, being a soap chandler had been the moment where you have met Guts. The sweet smelling soap he had was one of your successful projects, spring blossoms being dried up for a long time and being mixed with lye he remembers. Your jumps for joy were ingrained into his head when it actually didn't crumble into his hands like the previous soaps you made.

You had always smelled so nice, spending lots of time collecting flowers and rocks instead of war and it gave him adifferent perspective even if he barely came to see you.

Eileen took a liking to it that it was hard for it to last, Guts chipped bit by bit but she always had some type of problem with being clean, using the soap from top to bottom. The soap was a slippery little thing as it tumbled down the stream. A figure had picked it up, carrying a kettle of hot water, the steam wafting up into the sky. Griffith had came.

He puts down the towels and opened his arms, Guts' eye twitched, was this some kind of joke?

But before he knew it, the little girl had ran into Griffith's arms and hugged him tight.

"Eileen..!"

He called out, her arms fell to her side and Griffith rubs at her back, grinning.

"There's no need for tension, Eileen would like her bath better with hot water."

He takes the time to mix the hot water and cool water together, making it warm enough for her before she pours it all over herself. Guts stayed near and his eyes were narrowed, assessing Griffith. He was too close to his daughter to his liking but Eileen seemed to trust him, tugging on Griffith's trousers for something.

The white haired man held the soap in his hand, washing the girl gently.

"You should stay here, Guts. For a place where you belong, for Eileen."

There was a sharpness in his eyes which meant he'll take no for an answer and suddenly the thoughts of his hands on his daughter made him grow tense. But the girl had nibbled on the leader's finger, wanting him to continue washing her and the light sound of water sloshing about resumed. Guts scoffed, his arms crossed against his chest. Nobody needed to order him around, nobody.

The Band of The Hawks had welcomed Eileen in with open arms

They feel a chill tingle down their spines if Guts regarded them with a threatening look to not fuck with him and his daughter

Casca adored the little one, seeing her to various crafts like origami, flower crowns and such she can do around camp. They didn't need to show violence in front of a child so she stayed here along with the others who opted to take care of her

She glares down at the men who roughhouse each other, not wanting to set an example for the child

Pippin would be used as a lift, the little girl babbling at him for uppies. Guts' job of carrying his child had ceased when the mountain of the man was a playground for Eileen

She liked Pippin's silence, nuzzling into him with incoherent mumbles and brushing into his side when she fell asleep

She was already farmiliar with Judeau when he had cleaned her father's wounds and wiped him in his sleep. He was fond of feeding her, spoon feeding her stew or finely slicing apples for her.

She had recognized him as the cook and he laughs when she points to her mouth, indicating that that was the role she had known him as

She saw Rickert as an older brother, gentle and kind as she walks with him around the camp. It was quite hard for Guts when he wanted to look for her considering they were both so short

Maybe Guts' aggression come from jealousy that his girl had run to and fro with these people and not with her father anymore

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Eileen couldnt keep still. She knew there was something wrong with her dad when he was unconscious for days. Her childish mind deemed him as sick but sick people could still talk, right?

Rickert consoled her, cheeks full of tears and puffy lips from being bitten down so many times from anxiety.

"Your papa's going to be okay, he's strong," Rickert wanted to be sure when he uttered those words but he couldn't swallow down the bile that was going to be coughed up by him, he didn't want Eileen to have another tantrum from him lying to her but saying the truth was far more terrible.

Tiny footsteps filed into the room and Erica was holding a pail of water.

"Eileen, do you want to see Casca?"

Rickert swallowed down a gulp as he squeezed the water from a rag to clean up Guts. She had been particularly scared of Casca because she was not acting like herself. He wasn't sure what had happened to these two but even Eileen could sense it.

Gut's daughter had some kind of strength that allowed her to know what others are feeling but a weakness to not know how to deal with it, this poor soul couldn't handle change. The sight of Casca not acting like the strong, fierce woman she depended on haunted her.

Miraculously, Eileen agreed and ran to Erica to hold her hand and closed the door behind them.

Guts had to slowly accept that Casca was a changed person due to what happened in the Eclipse

What had soothed him a little is his daughter who had hugged him tight when he came back from outside, she was so confused when he had disappeared from the bed and cried so heavily into his chest

He only rubbed at her back, whispering gently and resting his forehead on hers to stop crying and take a breath

Comforting wasn't his strong suit but he stayed with his baby girl until the sniffles she had disappeared

Though Casca had changed in Eileen's eyes, that caring, maternal affection she had was there but she could see the swordswoman was bearing so much pain from the meltdown she had regularly

When they walked away from the house, waving at Rickert and Erica, there was a chip in her heart when she asked herself what had really happened for her father to shield her away from the truth?

Everything was too conflicting for a mind like hers

Thankfully, she was around people who care about her. Erica made sure she was eating as well as Rickert interesting her in crafting again. She was just like her papa, making big swords out of paper and collecting pretty rocks around the house

He couldn't help but smile, she was still the same even if she grew a little taller or worked up a big appetite

Soon it was time for Guts to move on and she had to go but this time, Eileen pushed for him to bring her. She had been left for so many times because of the battles her father has endured and this time, she'll suffer with him too

[loneworldgazer]

heyy! just wanted to see if you're requests are still open? i saw that you write for haikyuu and i'm getting hyperfixated on it again and need newer content to read LMAO

Mhm, it's still open but I have this problem where I leave them pending. I promise I'll start writing this month even tho I'm starting collegejebfkwns

Anywho, you can request!!

[loneworldgazer]

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[loneworldgazer]

Are you willing to do one piece?

sorry!! i havent watched one piece. i rrad up to one arc then stopped because my list is super long

[loneworldgazer]

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putting popular tags, help!

[loneworldgazer]

hi! fics will be written during december after my finals. all that matters to me that all your requests are made with love and not stress!!!

[loneworldgazer]

hello! i think something's wrong with the "life with bonten series" masterlist. when i click it, it says "no posts" 😔

ahhh! not to worry, they still show up in the bonten masterlist. i think i put a gap on which is life in bonten so its still pretty much there

still.. i think context of the series might be a bit confusing so i'll try to revamp the LWB post!!

[loneworldgazer]

@pinkkunt-imagines @dwelleroftheobsidiantower

req :I saw Berserk in your tags, so assuming I'm assuming you write for it. I'd like to request either a headcanon or a scenario about Post Eclipse Guts and Griffith having become parents from a relationship pre-eclipse. Like their reactions, interactions with the child, etc. Thank you, bookie. 💖

pairing: Guts x Reader, Griffith x Reader

a/n: ive done your request but there is so many things i am not satisfied by. there's probably a lot of repetitive words and i deeply apologize, enjoy it nonetheless!

tags: hints of violence and manipulation in griffith's, angst to comfort, fluff,

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Guts wasn't one to soften his heart easily, he pushes away people and let people assume of him by his strength and how much of an arrogant man he is. He didn't bat an eye to people who try to cross him again and goes off to his own path to protect others from him.

He felt that he'd let his weakness slip when he had opened his heart to another person.

There was just something about the way you held the baby in your arms. You wonder what type of hell he'd been through to look at you that way. It was a haunting look not one of no emotion but weakness from the facade he had pulled away from.

"Guts?"

Your voice didn't reach him as he runs out the door. Understanding him will always be never ending, there will be more questions you utter than answers he can think of.

Erica holds your baby, her childlike innocence calling Guts such a bad guy for leaving you just like that and you could nothing but chuckle. The chuckle made your throat hurt from the tears that had started pouring down your ears, darting from the little girl's sight to wipe them away quickly.

Your hands extend to the teapot and look closely at the tea leaves that had dwindled down since the trees in these parts were dying to the fast winter that was approaching. It was quite silly worrying about Guts who was running out in this cold, he was a machine. A weapon that wont stop to anything in its path yet the nights of worrying about the sores he had on his feet, the splinters he had from trees he gathered back to home will always stick close to you.

"I have thick skin, don't worry too much."

That soft smirk he had when he wipes tears away from your eyes as the blood just won't stop flowing. Every scar that was stitched was remembered, it came from many brave battles that may have been a breeze for him but an impending ache to you.

Should you rush out the door after him, the wailing of your baby could be heard miles away. A fierce cry coming out from such a small body. All the pain of child birth would come rushing back into you, legs trembling when the throb shoots up your nerves. Oh and Erica who was so observant even if she held the tiny bundle of joy in one arm while stopping you with the other with a pout on her face.

"You don't need to go out for the tea leaves, Rickert keeps them in the second drawer near the dried fish."

You can't help but smile, such a sweet girl. Stepping away from the door, you trust Guts to return. He always does be it battles or training, clenching the necklace you wore, you've convinced yourself.

He will come back.

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The storm had particularly been rough tonight though it didn't wake you up but the anxiety had consumed you on why the baby had been silent. The bile in your throat rises up, whipping your head to the baby's cradle. praying that there was nothing wrong when you saw him.

Guts looked down at his baby, the part of his armour on his chest removed where he laid his child against. His hair was wet but he made sure to tilt back so the droplets don't touch what he was holding. His breathing was slow, the sound of the night drowning out in his ears when he focused on the breathing of the baby in his arms. The little bundle of joy nuzzles into his chest, soiled tank top warm enough for the trembling body of his little girl.

You didn't want to see his reaction, scared he will have the same look of horror from the first time he'd seen the baby. Fist clenching the sheets to try to hurriedly wipe the tears from your cheeks, you twitch when he turns towards you.

He holds up the little girl, a look of pure awe and serenity that made your shoulders droop from the tension.

"She has your eyes.."

He cradles him, running a hand through the short patch of hair on his head.

"She also has my hair.."

Coming from Guts was a smile that looked painful to muster but this baby was the best thing that could happen eversince everything. His finger toys with the spikiness of his child's head and you can't help but run to him. The sharp edges of his armour, the ones on his arms that wrap around you slightly pokes you but you couldn't care less.

His reaction was enough, calloused hand wrapping around yours as his eyes speak more to the fear in yours.

This was his baby, his soon to be pride and joy whom he'll fight for.

With you by his side.

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While he focused on his training, he easily brings back kills to feed you as you light up fire for the pot

He spoon feeds the grilled meat in your mouth while he takes the baby in his other hand. Even if you protest that you should hold the baby, he declines that offer

You were a hardworking parent without him and he wants to give his part too if possible, give himself whole for you

Everything was warm enough for you. He pulls that romantic stuff of blowing your hot food for you and you'd slap him playfully when his spit dribbles on to it

When it comes to sleep, he made sure to let you sleep. Ever since he came back, he looked at his baby with a look of longing. like he had lost so much time because of battles, missing the period where you had given birth to a new life.

He traced his fingers against the skin of the girl, she was quite plump. Guts was grateful that you had reside with Rickert and Erica, you look pale, the challenges of childbirth evident on your body but both of his dears healthy and untouched by any danger he had feared of

Small arms wrap around his hand, the swordsman knew he was a walking heater and caressed the little one's face. His palm on her cheek as she gurgles

This is one of the cases where Guts will give you never ending heart attacks when the sun had illuminated the room and his thick body resting down on the baby

You'd pound on his back to wake up, he was a beefcake so your punches barely register not until the baby started crying

"You idiot, you fell asleep on the baby!"

Rickert entered the room to see what the commotion is, he could only chuckle softly but before he asked the couple to tone it down, Erica pulled him out the door with all her might. Rickert nearly stumbled back against the short girl.

Erica shushed him excessively, clutching tea leaves in her hand.

"Shh! Don't bother them."

She huffs, letting go off Rickert's scarf and walked away to start a fire, blowing it a bit before wiping her cheek. That soft look in her eyes wary.

"I haven't seen Mx Y/n this loud before.. not since Guts came back."

Rickert understood the implication, his tense shoulders drooping as he listens to the rattle in the room. Y/n had been restless since the months Guts had been gone from war. Even if Erica had talked with them daily, there's so much a parent could worry about. He clenched his hand, it made sense. Sooner or later, Guts have to leave even if it looked like he won't.

That sword man's always had many things plaguing his mind but for now, he'll stay with his spouse and hold his partner close to his heart.

Griffith

Those sharp eyes look down at his child, sweat running down his face with a tissue lodged in his nose. He held a sword in his hand, one that was in his favourite colours and chattered in excitement on how he won his third fight with the older fighters.

Griffith's eyes slowly trail to the noise of your steps, you looked at your son with endearment but a hint of worry. He was barely bruised and his cuts were covered by bandaids, those eyes of his though were filled with the same fire just like his father's. You adjusted your son's collar to which his eyes follow, whining when you'd pull the ribbons too tight.

"Cmon, dont you want that puff pastry I baked this morning? If you get your teeth knocked out, you can't chew it!"

The little boy lights up to the sound of having a treat after a day of training, he really wanted to bite into something that was as rewarding as his parent's creation. He then runs home, slipping through your fingers to get that bite of pastry. You sigh, holding onto the boy's sword that dropped out of enthuasiasm. When you look back up, Griffith was staring straight at you, a look that sent a chill down your spine before he pulls away.

Unlike Guts, Griffith had already made his plans for his child.

He'll be strong, he'll fight like him but not become just like him

He let his son indulge in human activities like playing about, tasting all kinds of foods, giving him clothes warm and luxurious clothes. Things he weren't able to experience when he was a child

Scratching after scraps of food, the clothes on his back wet from grime and rain and his only childhood friend a sword amongst a pile of dead bodies wasn't something he wanted his child to ever go through

Even if he watches his son play in the garden, he doesn't feel like anything. He would be another weapon whom he can send off into war but he made it count for his creation, the spitting image of him should reign amongst everybody and step on the tombs of his once companions

He does engage in idle talk with his son, maintaining a connection with his creation in order to bring him over on his beliefs. He does find the benefit in attaching himself onto the little one's mind. It was obvious that his normal was completely different from his son, his stories full of sparks of colours while Griffith's was only red

Griffith's fingers occasionally comb through his son's, just what is mentioned prior is that he was a spitting image. It almost seemed like his genes had been more on the dominant side but what was different was the shape of his eyes and nothing more

Griffith smelled the fresh smell of baked goods being made, you had made a new batch instead of reheating the ones in the morning and heads inside. His home was lavish but due to your wishes on wanting to bake alone, the ones under him followed

He follows you and sits down, his hand caressing your face.

"Thank you for this, my love."

He kisses your hand before his son passed his father a piece of puff pastry, putting it on his plate. The dining table was quiet with the clinking of forks and knifes and soft laughter from both of his beloved. He didn't have to eat it, he didn't have to do all of this. He could even succeed without his family.

But maybe, this was a sense of normalcy he always wanted to feel when life was nearly stripped away from him.

[loneworldgazer]

@dwelleroftheobsidiantower , @pinkkunt-imagines

sorry if it seems i ignored both of you, fic is still in the works. done with guts' part but griffith, i may leave him out.

expect next week :D ill challenge myself to complete this fic after weeks of college work teehee

[loneworldgazer]

college is hell.