#Hunter X-5 x reader

[honnelander]

crush

alright, this is such a niche and self-indulgent little piece of writing bc i freaking LOVE this (awful and huge asshole) character buuut i do like to write for whatever i love in the moment sooo here's a little Brad Wolfe aka Hunter X-5 fic (he's cute ok??) (and if you're into marvel and are not watching the loki series, PLEASE go watch it! it's so amazing!) credit to @mrsbawar21-blog for the still!

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2.8

pairing: Brad Wolfe (Hunter X-5) x reader

summary: Mobius could tell Brad knew you a lot better than he was letting on, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

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"See? Isn't this nice, Brad?" Mobius asked his beige jumpsuit-claded prisoner as he sipped on his vanilla milkshake, happy as a clam. "I mean, literally ten minutes ago we were at each other's throats, yelling at one another, and here we are," Mobius gestured around with his hands, emphasizing the 1980s McDonald's they were currently sitting in, "sharing a meal like two adults."

"Yeah, and you also tortured me," Brad replied quickly, not missing a beat as he kept his gaze set on the pair of Lokis conversing in the parking lot through the window. He drummed his fingers on the plastic tabletop, bouncing his leg up and down as he quickly glanced at Mobius with a quirked eyebrow. "Forgot to mention that part, huh?"

"Yeah, and you called me a 'nobody'," Mobius rebutted quickly, a hint of irritation dripping from his voice. He stopped himself, shaking his head slightly with closed eyes as he exhaled curtly.

Now wasn't the time to dispute that and the silver-haired TVA analyst knew that arguing with X-5- or Brad, whoever, was a waste of everyone's time and he didn't feel like renewing their earlier verbal scrimmage here when there were more pressing matters at hand. Ultimately, Brad did bring them to Slyvie in the end so that must count for something, right?

"But, that doesn't matter. See, I even bought you a shake," Mobius said, reaching across the table to pick up Bradley's vanilla shake and put it closer to him. "A little peace offering."

Brad's eyes flitted to Mobius' obvious olive branch for a second before looking back up to the analyst, unimpressed. After a beat, he raised his right hand, jabbing an accusatory index finger at Mobius, as he cocked his head to the side, saying, "But you did slap me, right in the face. I'm not gonna forget that."

"Just take the shake, Brad," Mobius said swiftly, slightly exasperated as he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

Now, Mobius M. Mobius prided himself on his seemingly never-ending well of patience, but even he felt himself start to get annoyed at Brad's unrelenting persistence on being as difficult as can be. Did he always try to be as annoying as possible or was this just how the ex-hunter always is naturally? It was exhausting.

The former minute man-turned-actor glanced down at the shake again, leaving it untouched before looking out the window to refocus on the Lokis outside. "What- what are they even doing out there?" he asked with a huff, gesturing a hand towards the pair of variants. "It's like they're going over every detail of their relationship or something."

"Yeah, well," Mobius relented with a small sigh, taking another sip of his shake. "There's a lot of baggage to unpack when you're basically in a relationship with yourself," he explained casually like he was talking about a bad day at the office.

Brad picked up on the slight disdain in his captor's tone but he didn't care enough to broach the topic any further. Instead, Brad sighed in slight disgust as he resumed drumming his fingers on the table saying, "God... it's weird."

Not wanting to harp on his partner's unorthodox romantic relationship any more than he had to, Mobius picked up a plastic fork, getting ready to dig into his pie. "Now, why don't you tell me a little bit more about your movie, huh?"

Brad rolled his eyes and scoffed at Mobius's obvious deflecting technique. "What about it?"

"Tell me about all about it." The analyst took a forkful of pie, asking with an encouraging smile, "Is it a horror flick?"

"Oh, come on, Mobius. You don't care."

"No, really! I'm serious," he said through a mouthful of pie. "The poster we saw looked scary."

Not being one to pass up discussing his work and real life that awaited him back on the sacred timeline, Brad took the bait. "It's not scary... it's elevated thriller," he explained in a slightly matter-of-fact tone, waving his hand around for emphasis. In a condescending tone, he added, "It's cinema, thank you very much."

Mobius had no clue if there really was a difference between a scary movie and an 'elevated thriller', since it all sounded the same to him, but he appreciated Brad's enthusiasm on the topic.

Lifting his milkshake up to his mouth to try and hide his amused smirk, Mobius relented, "Oh, my bad. You're right... 'elevated thriller', got it." He nodded as he took a sip, putting his cup back down when he was finished. "I'll have to check that out then."

"And you have to get your own ticket!" Brad continued. "I'm not hooking you up. Especially not after all of," he waved his hands around at their current setting, "this."

"Right, of course," Mobius agreed patiently, watching Brad with a small smile. "I'll get my own tickets."

After his small spiel, the ex-hunter let out a small sigh. He blinked, a look of recognition overcoming his face as he straightened up like he was remembering the situation he was currently in.

He turned his torso to face Mobius head-on, putting his arms on the table and motioning towards the TVA analyst's meal. "Look, why don't we get this all to go, huh? It- it packs right up. Why don't we just- get it to go, so we can get out of here," he said, emphasizing the second half of his sentence as he mimicked packing something up and motioned towards the exit.

"We can't do that," Mobius rejected quickly. "Not yet, anyway. I haven't finished eating and besides, y/n hasn't even gotten her food yet," he added, jabbing a thumb over at you, who was loitering by the cashier in the front, hands on your hips as you looked up at the menu.

Brad followed Mobius' thumb, huffing out another irritated sigh at your figure and rolling his eyes. "She's still ordering? We don't have time for this- God," he muttered under his breath and slumped in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "She always takes forever to do anything," he added with a mumble.

However, Brad's little admission right there didn't escape Mobius' keen ears. Trying to keep casual, he dug back into his pie. "'Takes forever to do anything', huh?" he asked nonchalantly. "It kinda sounds like you know a lot about y/n."

Brad's eyes flashed to Mobius's briefly before looking elsewhere, shifting in his plastic seat. "Yeah, well, she's your partner, isn't she?" He glanced out at Loki for a second, "Or, at least one of them? You should know how slow she can be sometimes."

The silver-haired analyst shook his head once. "She's not slow. I prefer the term meticulous, actually."

For whatever reason, Brad felt the need to clarify himself, which Mobius couldn't help but find interesting since he knew X-5 to be a guy who always brazenly said what was on his mind no matter the circumstances.

"I didn't mean slow as in stupid," Brad quickly clarified. "I-I meant as in she just takes a long time to do anything."

"Uh-huh," Mobius replied simply, secretly enjoying how bent out of shape the man in front of him was getting. "Right."

"Yeah..." Bradley trailed off, finally picking up his forgotten shake and taking a long sip of it, avoiding Mobius's expectant gaze. After a few beats of silence, he put his shake back on the table, looking over at Mobius with an annoyed glance. "What?"

"Nothing," Mobius replied easily, looking over at Brad once again before looking back at his food, munching on a fry. "I just think it's interesting how you know how 'slow' y/n can be sometimes, that's all."

"Look," he looked back at Mobius, a hint of irritation (and embarrassment?) in his features. "Whatever little 'thing' you're trying to imply here between me and her, just drop it."

Mobius perked up, looking back at his prisoner. There it was again, Brad's peculiar choice of words. "'Drop it'? Don't you mean 'give it up'? Since 'giving up' would imply that there's absolutely nothing there, whereas 'dropping it' would mean that something is there but you just don't want to talk about it?"

Brad sat up. "Drop it, give it up- whatever Mobius, just stop talking about it."

A smile started to creep up on Mobius's face, finding joy in all of this. This little impromptu interrogation was turning out to be a lot more fun than the last one he had with the actor. "'It'? So there's an 'it' now? What's 'it'? Do you mean your little crush on y/n?"

The actor's body stiffened for a nanosecond before turning to fully face the analyst. "Mobius, I swear to God-"

"OH! So that's a 'yes'!" Mobius declared, hitting the tabletop playfully with a grin, his smile only getting wider at seeing Brad become more and more agitated. "You do have a crush on y/n! Aw, that's so adorable Bradley, really."

The ex-hunter leaned back in his chair, scrunching up his face as he looked to away. "'A crush'? Really, Mobius? What are we- five? Please."

"Oh, so you love her?"

Brad's eyes widened, snapping back to look at him. "What? No, I don't-"

"Oh, that's ok," Mobius reassured with a wave. "Maybe your crush on her will blossom into love one day, who knows? I mean, life is crazy right?" He got another forkful of pie as he said, "I just can't believe that you had a crush on my partner this whole time and I didn't even notice. What kind of analyst am I?"

Mobius shook his head, laughing at his own joke. It seemed so obvious to him now. He should've realized that X-5 had some type of feelings for his long-time work partner eons ago. He always thought it was strange how X-5 would randomly stop to chat with them, well, with you mostly he now realized, at seemingly random times throughout the day, like when you both were having lunch in the cafeteria or how X-5 would always be the minute man to volunteer and be the muscle for one of your missions if need be. He had always thought it was weird and strange, but now it just made sense.

"Mobius," Brad said, letting out a defeated sigh. "Can you just, drop it? Please?"

Mobius looked back up, eyebrows raised as he looked up at the former minute man. "And now you're saying 'please'? Wow, you're just full of surprises today Bradley, aren't you?" he asked with a disbelieving laugh. He watched as Brad slunk back into his seat, a resigned look on his face. Ever the kind soul, Mobius kinda felt kinda bad for him. "Hey, look," Mobius started, in a softer tone, "X-5, Brad, Bradley, whatever you want to be called, your secret is safe with me, alright? I won't tell her, I promise."

The movie star was quiet for a moment, sucking on his teeth. Even though he personally might not like Mobius, he did know that Mobius was a man of his word and kept his promises so, he had no choice but to trust him. "Yeah, well... thanks," he said, flashing the analyst with a quick look of gratitude as he rapt his knuckle on the table.

"Hey, no problem," Mobius said, regarding the man across from him for another moment before finishing up his pie. With a small, surprised laugh, Mobius said, "You know, I just think it's funny how a," jerk, he thought to himself, "guy like you ends up with a little, school-yard crush on such a kind and caring person like y/n."

Brad raised an eyebrow at Mobius's choice of words. "'A guy like me'? Liking someone like her? What is that supposed to mean Mobius?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied innocently. "I just think it's funny. I guess, in this case, opposites really do attract, huh?"

"Oh, what? Now you're calling me a jerk?" Brad started, ready to go at it with Mobius again. "Why don't you just-"

"Hey, guys," you said, finally arriving at the table with a brown to-go paper bag with your food, sliding into the seat next to Mobius, your partner, unknowingly stopping the argument that was about to take place. "Sorry I took so long. There were just so many options to choose from, you know? It was hard to decide."

Now that Mobius was keen on Brad's little crush on you, he couldn't help but want to mess with him even further. "Ah that's ok y/n, I know that sometimes those things can be a little slow," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards when Brad sent him a glare. "So don't worry about it."

"No word from Loki yet?" you asked, completely oblivious to the invisible sparing match occurring between the two men. "They're still out there?" you asked as you leaned on the table, craning your neck to try and see the two variants better.

"No, nothing yet. Hey, y/n," Mobius said suddenly, hitting your shoulder slightly like he had just come up with a great idea. "Why don't you move and sit next to Brad? I think he has a better vantage point to see them than I do," he innocently suggested, sending Brad a good-natured wink.

Brad nearly face-palmed himself. He forgot that Mobius could sometimes be as subtle as a baseball bat. "Mobius," he warned lowly.

But the mentioned analyst continued unphased. "And while you're sitting over there, watching the Lokis, you know, next to Brad," he added again for emphasis, "you can eat your meal."

"Oh, no need," you answered easily, to which question, the guys didn't know. "I got my food to go."

"See?" Brad quickly straightened, a newfound urgency in his tone and movements are he looked back and forth between you and Mobius. "She's smart, she got her food to go, to have back at the TVA. Which is exactly where we all need to be. Right now. Let's go."

"Jeez, Brad, what is it with you?" He asked exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "You're like a broken record. First, you're all like, 'get me back to the sacred timeline' and now you're all like, 'get me out of here'." He shook his head. "It's like you-"

"Know something," you said, cutting off Mobius' train of thought, your eyes looking at your beige jumpsuited prisoner with a calculating gaze.

At your words, Mobius stopped his spiel, blinking as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes looking over at Brad in thought. "Do you know something?" he asked.

Brad, however, stayed quiet. He picked up his milkshake, swirling it around before taking a couple of sips as he turned his body away from you both, looking out the window.

"Hey," Mobius said a little more firmly, slapping the actor's forearm to get his attention. "Don't get all quiet on me now, Zaniac. What do you know? Is this a setup?"

"It's an ambush," you said.

But Brad continued to suck on the straw, not looking at either of you.

"Bradley, answer me," Mobius said forcefully.

Brad put his milkshake down, swallowing the sweet treat before looking at you. "We need to get out of here," was all he said.

You held eye contact with him, discerning the urgency and panic you saw held within his gaze. You couldn't help but feel that when Brad had said 'we', he really only meant you and him. His look and words sent a shiver down your spine.

Mobius was the first to get up, the rest of his meal forgotten. "Alright, let's go. We need to regroup with Loki so our friend Brad here can tell us what's really going on." He picked up his tray, walking over to the trash to dump the rest of his fast food scraps away, and put his tray on top of the can.

Brad held your stare for another moment before finally blinking, breaking the spell, as he hastily got up himself. "Finally," he muttered. He tossed his drink away as he quickly followed behind Mobius.

But you didn't move. You stared at the now empty spot that X-5 had occupied seconds ago, trying to discern why you felt that he knew about a lot more than just this current situation.

As always, your long-time partner and best friend knew when you needed to be broken out of your train of thought and get you back on track. "Y/n!" Mobius called out as he headed towards the exit. "Let's go!"

Snapping back to reality, you blinked, shaking off your wandering thoughts and stood up, following Mobius and Brad outside. Now wasn't the time to analyze Brad's actions and choice of words, right now all you needed to know was what Brad knew right at this moment and why he was so adamant about getting back to the TVA.

If you wanted to question Brad more, you could do that later. He was your prisoner after all and time worked differently in the TVA, right?

[zurenie]

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[ginsakatoki]

Dante, Vergil and Nero with an Introvert S/O

This was asked in the master list’s comments two days ago, sorry for being late! Also, for anyone making requests now, I have a couple of requests pending so I might be a little slow but I promise they’re all coming! Thanks for understanding and enjoy!

@iamsimpunu

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Dante is a very talkative man. He doesn’t mind that his S/O is an introvert at all, he actually finds it cute and makes it his life mission to have you talk more. 

He will occasionally and unintentionally be annoying by asking them a thousand times if they’re okay because they’re naturally quiet.

Dante: Are you alright 

S/O: Yes

Dante: Really?

S/O:  Yes 

Dante: You sure?

S/O:  Yes,  I’m sure.

Dante: Oh you’re annoyed now.

S/O: No, Dante, I’m not. 

He will try to help them speak out more and he has good intentions, but it can be humiliating.

If they’re eating out or ordering something at a bar, their first instinct would be to let him talk. He always tries to get them to order. 

He may or may not intentionally ask for the most specific things to see them struggle.

S/O: Could I have a cappuccino please and uhm… a non-fat Frappucino with extra whipped cream?

Dante: Aren’t you forgetting something

S/O, blushing, looking at him and the Starbucks employee: And chocolate.

Dante, beaming: Good girl/Good boy.

He can be aggressive in his attempts, but he isn’t malicious. If he notices that they’re struggling too much he will intervene and save the day. 

Their introvertedness gives him a calm he’s not really used to, so he loves staring at them for no reason. 

Whever he sits at his desk and they’re nearby, he always leans on his hand and stares at them with a lovesick smile he can’t seem to brush off.

Overall, he’s a very supportive boyfriend and, while his methods can be brutal, they’re effective.

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Vergil is introverted himself so he understands the struggles his S/O goes through. 

Talks with Vergil are usually short and essential, he’ll hardly ever start long conversations.

If he does, he prefers to be on the listening side of things so he’d ask about their interests or hobbies (he has discovered that his S/O gets very chatty when talking about their interests)

Sitting on the couch reading

Vergil: You seem invested, what are you reading?

S/O: Nothing much, just a novel I picked up from the library this morning.

Vergil: Doesn’t look like nothing, you haven’t eaten all day.

S/O, closing the book: OKAY SO let me tell you all about it.

They proceed to talk his ear off for the rest of the day.

If anyone ever bothers his S/O about being too shy or quiet, Vergil will just stand behind them and glare at the person until they leave. 

Nobody messes with his S/O. Dante made that mistake once, almost got himself a one way ticket to Hell.

When planning dates, Vergil makes sure to let his S/O know when, how and where they’re going, in deep detail.

Vergil: Would you like to eat dinner with me at this new restaurant? The place is near that park you like, very quiet and reserved. There usually aren’t many people and the food seems to be delicious.

S/O, worrying about which clothes to wear: Okay

Vergil: I’ll pick you up at seven. I got you some clothes to wear this evening, if you’d like. 

Very caring boyfriend, even though he doesn’t really show it. 

Introvert approved.

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Nobody really knows how Nero does it, but he reads his S/O’s mind.

Everytime they need something they just look at Nero and he’ll suddenly give it to them, no questions asked.

S/O staring at the cupboard: ...

Nero: hi there

S/O looks at him: ...

Nero opening the cupboard and grabbing their favourite mug: You’re welcome sweetheart.

He doesn’t exactly help them with their introvertedness to be honest. He acts like the extroverted boyfriend that fixes all the problems for their introverted S/O. 

This is only what it looks like to outsiders though. In reality Nero and his S/O talk a lot about their introvertedness and he tries to give them advices on how to handle things on their own.

S/O: I get uncomfortable around people because it’s like they’re staring and judging me. What if I say or do something wrong?

Nero: What if you say or do something right? Plus you don’t really know if they’re judging you or not.

S/O: … they look like they do?

Nero, softly flicking their forehead: You’re overthinking this. Besides, even if they were, you should let them. We both know you’re the best.

He often cups his S/O’s cheek and kisses them softly whenever they are feeling insecure. 

The day his S/O orders on their own instead of telling him what they’d like to eat, he’s overjoyed.

See? It wasn’t that bad

Very supportive boyfriend, 10/10 would reccomend.

It took me an hour and 5 attempts to load this because internet was NOT collaborating. I hope you enjoyed it.

[teabutmakeitazure]

Burgeon - 3

>Yan! Chrollo x Fem! Reader (Soulmate au)

>Warnings: blood, needles, stitches, Chrollo being a smart arse

>Word count: 4.8k

Part 1 I Part 2

Lately, Chrollo has been getting numerous reminders of how the both of you are worlds apart. There are a considerable amount of differences between the two of you, and he could even claim to be opposites in some things. The situation he is in now is just an added proof.

Chrollo helps you swallow the painkillers with water, your previous sobs having died down into hiccups. Just as an added precautionary measure, he grabs one of the syringes filled with local anaesthesia that he keeps in the first aid box but is stopped by your fearful expression directed to the now unveiled needle.

“I understand that I’m not a medical professional, but I assure you that I know what I’m doing.”

Your eyes dart to the blood that still remains on the kitchen counter behind him before settling at the syringe in his hand, all the while gripping the edge of the bar stool tighter. In all honesty, Chrollo doesn’t understand why you’re hesitating. He’s helping you, cleaning and patching up your wound. Why are you so frightened?

When he grabs your trembling injured hand, you’re quick to stop him. Fresh, hot tears flow down your cheeks and Chrollo frowns at the sight. It took him so much to calm you down but it didn’t seem to last long.

“Wait, Chrollo…”

“What’s wrong?”

Your eyes are fixed on the needle, but you don’t respond.

“[Name]. I need to clean your wound. I’m aware that it hurts and it’s extremely unpleasant, but please. Let me help you.”

“I… I don’t…”

“What is it?”

More tears run down your cheeks as you open your mouth, eyes not at all budging from the object of their attention. “I don’t like needles.”

Ah. That’s… certainly not what he was expecting. He glances between your still bleeding palm and to your eyes, settling on the latter and smiles. Chrollo knows that sighing or such would upset you further since you might take it as him being annoyed with you.

“Close your eyes,” he requests. “It won’t hurt. The most you might feel is a little pinch.”

You still look hesitant. If his hands weren’t stained with your blood, he would’ve held your face. Nevertheless, he tries again. “It’ll be quick, and you won’t even feel it. This is local anaesthesia.”

A few more tears escape your eyes when you look at him. Sniffling, you close your eyes and hold onto his shirt with your other hand. Chrollo immediately seizes the opportunity to administer the dose, not aware of your increased panic.

When he asks you to open your eyes, he’s quick to give you a smile. “That’s all there was.”

Next, he asks you to hold his phone over the cut, the flashlight feature on it turned on. He had to tell you the code to be able to access his phone, but it’s not a problem. He’ll simply change it again.

Before diving into the cut with tweezers, he once again asks you to close your eyes. Chrollo may be ruthless, but it doesn’t mean he won’t commiserate with his soulmate.

The larger shard stuck in your flesh is his first victim. It is promptly pulled out and placed on the counter behind him with the rest of the broken glass. Then, Chrollo quickly gets rid of any other shards that shine under the light. Your faint hiccups catch his attention now and then, but he makes it a point to be quick.

Once the wound is cleaned, he lets go of your hand and reaches into the first aid box on his lap. Your horrified expression greets him when he holds up the thread and needle, puffy eyes ready to start weeping again at a moment’s notice.

“The wound is deep,” Chrollo states. “I need to stitch it closed or else it won’t heal.”

“Can it not heal on its own? Please? I… I don’t want any more needles.”

“...Are you that afraid of needles?”

Shyly, you nod your head and Chrollo almost chuckles at the preciousness.

“You don’t need to worry, darling. You trust me, don’t you? I promise to be gentle.”

Any protest that you may have is shushed by him, a smooth chuckle giving way to another request from him. “I’d like it if you closed your eyes again. It might be too much to watch.”

“Are you sure you can do this?”

“Of course. This isn’t my first time.”

As expected, you comply and close your eyes as Chrollo starts closing the wound. Every single time the needle goes through your flesh, a chill goes down Chrollo’s spine and tingles the tips of his fingers and toes. It’s illogical and a tad bit annoying, but he doesn’t let the feeling deter him.

When halfway through, a bit of blood starts oozing out of the cut again. It pools in your palm and Chrollo’s chest constricts at the sight. Simply stitching an insignificant wound like this is making him uncomfortable. This never occurred before…

He shakes his head. Once the stitches are complete, he cleans your hand again before wrapping it in bandages. Every single action makes him uncomfortable - chills down his spine, teeth clenched, nervous gulps and throat constricting - and he has no concrete reason for it. 

Chrollo tries his hardest to ignore your flushed face and puffy features and simply gets to tidying up the numerous glass shards on the counter. In all honesty, he’s absolutely dumbfounded on how you could have caused this. You had gone into the kitchen to get a glass of water while he was messaging a troupe member and the next thing he knew, you started screaming.

Perhaps he should place a new, temporary rule. One that would set the kitchen off-limits. However, all that should come after he interrogates and scolds your clumsiness. Do you not realise how careless you are? Does it not bother you that seeing you crying and quite obviously in pain hurts him as well?

Wait…

So those feelings were that of hurt?

The conclusion makes sense. Chrollo had realised halfway through the stitch that piercing a needle through the skin of your soulmate doesn’t allow any sort of indifference to remain in yourself. It pains you just as much as it may pain them.

He sighs. His index finger and thumb touches the drops of blood on the counter. Unlike the warm red that oozed from your hand, this is cold. The blood on your palm… oh dear. The injury is bound to leave a scar, isn’t it? The texture he loved is a tad bit ruined, but he supposes that he’ll cherish it either way.

When chrollo is done throwing away the glass, he begrudgingly washes his hands and cleans the counter. In the beginning, Chrollo was afraid that the initial passion that drew him to court you - ahem, after he took you away - would fade, like how Kierkegaard states, but for Chrollo, it simply grew. 

He blames it on the connection you two share.

Even now, as you look out the window, hand cradled near your chest, Chrollo can’t help but feel… conflicted. On one hand, he craves to go to you and hold you close in a protective grip, but at the same time he wishes to scold you over your carelessness like he would any of his troupe members.

In the end, he settles for a mix of both.

The first thing he does when he settles next to you on the carpet is slowly exhale over you scooting away. After your bold display of talent with glass, Chrollo fails to understand why you would just scoot away like that. Didn’t he just comfort you and bandage your wound? Sure, you initially asked for a hospital, the ER more specifically, but he is more than capable of giving you first aid, so he did.

He calms himself down. Losing his composure is unlike him. Try again, Chrollo. 

He moves closer to you himself, and the little race continues until your side hits the glass and he has free reign to throw an arm over your shoulder. Finally successful in trapping you, he notes that you’re still trembling, so Chrollo soothes you by running his fingers over your hair.

“Your scolding comes later,” he warns. Chrollo pushes your head to rest on his shoulder, noting how you don’t resist him this time. 

Besides, you called him out on his attempts to subtly condition your mind. Of course you’ve been rejecting his advances harshly. When he first came to see your bleeding hand, he thought that perhaps he should have you apologise for your recent rudeness, but immediately decided against it.

Some silly pride can never compare to his soulmate. If nothing else, it would simply be daft of him to be smug when you’re obviously crying out in pain.

“Hey, Chrollo…?”

Your voice is a welcomed melody in his ears. Chrollo notices that you’re not looking at him, eyes still fixed at the view of the city and hand still cradled to your chest.

“What is it, dear?”

“How… how long will this take to heal?”

Before he could even think, a reply was already out of his mouth. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”

With your pursed lips and furrowed brows, Chrollo concludes that you aren’t convinced. Well, he doesn’t blame you. When it comes to you, not even he can trust himself. So, he decides to lie like he always does.

"It won't take long. Just try not to use that hand for a few days. No flexing, no moving and no doing anything with it." He spins another lie, another false promise, and watches you relax from the corner of his eye. "I'll take care of you. I promise there are no games or tricks involved. This is serious to me, so you needn't worry."

A sniffle from you and Chrollo finds himself chuckling. You're too adorable sometimes. A slight overdose of painkillers, local anaesthesia and Chrollo's promise to take good care of you don't suffice to put you at ease. He almost feels too out of touch with your emotions when he recalls the last time he had to get stitches.

Pakunoda started the procedure straight after disinfection. No painkillers, no anaesthesia, nothing. Chrollo hadn't even bat an eye to it, yet when he saw you crying and panicking, his first instinct was to eradicate the pain.

And still you're bothered. Just how fragile are you? And why is such a fragile being bound to him?

Well, it doesn't matter. Taking care of you doesn't inconvenience him, and Chrollo could even claim that it brings him a certain feeling of contentment. That may just be the reason why he never questioned his decision to take you away.

However, he does sometimes find himself wondering about your Nen ability.  

You're quite docile at times, even obsequious, but the rest of the time you push him away, keep him at arm's length and demand he stay there. Rarely is he able to tiptoe closer, and even then you catch his attempts and place him back a few steps. It's frankly annoying, but Chrollo finds the reward of being in close proximity fulfilling.

You let him reward himself with sometimes being close to you, then later become distant and repeat the cycle. This facet of your being doesn't resonate with what your Nen ability is - or was - so Chrollo wonders if it has something to do with other facets of yourself.

The fact that you keep yourself so emotionally guarded is aggravating. He has you all to himself, yet he still can't pick your brain apart and understand you better. Why?

One day you allow him to speak to you, converse with you on something he recently read to get your opinion and you give it to him. But the next day you stop conversation altogether, only answering in short sentences and only when asked.

It's frankly quite maddening at times and the only thing keeping Chrollo from using Skill Hunter or psychological tactics is the fact that first of all, you caught on to his little Pavlov-ing scheme and second, he wants to thoroughly pick you apart.

However, seeing the situation on hand - pun intended - he may have gotten a chance to pry more into you. Perhaps this is a little push from fate itself.

"Have you ever gotten stitches before?"

The innocence with which you voiced your question is adorable. Are you really trying to get to know him better? How cute.

"I have actually," Chrollo replies. "But it was nothing like the stitches I did on you. My friend had disinfected the wound and dove straight in with the needle and thread."

You're still not looking at him. "Didn't that hurt?"

"It wasn't too bad."

Your lips press into a thin line. Slowly, you raise your head, moving Chrollo's hand with it and slump into his hold. "How can you say that? I saw the needle and I thought I was going to die."

The admittal makes him chuckle, and he almost forgets that you're injured and he was supposed to be scolding your carelessness. "That kind of thought never crossed my mind. Have I ever told you how cute you are?"

"Many times actually."

"Well," Chrollo drawls, "I hope to tell you that many times more."

You groan and Chrollo finds his heartbeat picking up the pace. It's illogical for it to do so in this situation, but he brushes off the oddity, blaming it on the events that just transpired. In retrospect, he should take full advantage of the situation and the fact that at this very moment you are allowing Chrollo to come closer.

So, he takes the opportunity and tiptoes closer. Quietly and hastily, he gets as close as he can.

"Have you ever gotten stitches before? Before this I mean."

You remain indifferent to his question, but mumble something he didn't quite catch before you answer. "Only once when I was a little kid."

"What happened?" 

"I tripped and fell on a rocky area. I don't remember where we were, just that the rocks were all blood. It was pretty long ago. I was a toddler, so I don't remember. Not even the scars on my knee remain."

Chrollo slowly snakes his hand around your waist, smiling when you don't point it out. "That must have been scary for you."

"Yeah," you breathe out. "My mom was terrified because I couldn't stop crying and the bleeding didn't stop."

"How were you as a child?" His hand gently rests on your hip. Warm and heavy, it makes you relax into him more as your injured hand falls to your lap. Chrollo eyes what he can see of your face even if it's not much. "I can imagine that you would have been a cute little kid."

You think for a few moments before answering him. "I've only seen pictures of myself, so I can't really say much because I don't remember most of my childhood. I guess you could say cute? As cute as an average toddler or kid is."

"Were you outspoken?"

"I don't remember, but my mom did say I was."

Your repeated confession of not remembering your childhood nags at Chrollo's brain, but he pushes the thought to the side for now, keeping it away for further contemplation for later. He recalls the pictures of you he found in your phone gallery. The child version he saw of you was something he thought about a lot. The wide smile and innocent eyes had changed into something else as you grew up.

It's almost unbelievable that the same child has later gone to kill someone. Alas, Chrollo has no right to call it unbelievable. Circumstances change and who knows how you were brought up.

"What were you like as a kid, Chrollo?"

"Nothing special," he replies. "I want to hear more about you. Why don't you remember anything about your childhood?"

For the first time in very long, you willingly look up at him while he has his hands on you. Chrollo's palm slightly moves against the fabric of your shirt as your body slightly shifts, the action making him painfully aware of the curve of your hip under his palm. The eyes that meet his suffice to halt his breathing for a few seconds, but Chrollo finds himself enjoying that feeling.

The most rewarding of all, however, is the sight of your lips moving to allow you to form words.

"I don't know." Your voice is hushed, breathy. It's almost as though you've already tired yourself of this thought countless times before and wish not to do the same again. "And I'm not lying. I really don't know. Isn't it normal? I mean, as children we don't remember everything. Isn't it normal to not remember anything at all?"

Chrollo thinks over your question. He personally remembers the majority of his childhood and so do the other troupe members. The only explanations he can think of is either memory loss or suppressed memories due to traumatising events. For some reason, he wishes that it's the former.

"It's not normal."

You sigh. "I guess so."

Eye contact breaks and once again you slump in his hold. The warmth of your body envelopes Chrollo's side as you snuggle into him, and he grabs the opportunity with the desperation of a starving man. Palm previously on your waist, it travels upwards to briefly rest and then travels downwards. Chrollo repeats the up and down motion till you relax even further.

Silence ensues, but it's short lived. Chrollo's hand is removed from your hip by you but immediately put around your shoulders as you move impossibly closer to him. Almost instinctively he lets his hand wander to your hair, fingertips lightly massaging your scalp as you sigh.

The both of you remain like that in silence until Chrollo hears your breathing grow slower and feels your body go completely lax. With the simple skin to skin contact he just had with you, Chrollo thinks his itch for physical touch has been assuaged. Unfortunately for you, he feels another kind of need growing.

-

It takes a lot for Chrollo to tuck you into bed.

He was so occupied by the fact that you had finally allowed him to touch you so carelessly, even going as far as to snuggle up to him, that he absolutely did not want to part with your warmth. Alas, life is cruel and he had to put you to bed.

Now sitting in the darkness of the living room, Chrollo again goes through your phone's gallery. He stops at the pictures of you as a child and just stares. He doesn't understand why he's doing this, but he is.

He can't take his eyes off of the picture.

So much has changed, but why? What happened in your upbringing that led to your moral compass being so odd? Yes, you've committed murder even if you repeatedly call if self defence, but you don't seem too particularly bothered about it. Chrollo would have brushed that contradiction off if it wasn't for what you said earlier.

'Isn't it normal to not remember anything at all?'

Maybe that's how you had coped with the gap in your memories. But, he shakes his head, that is not what he needs to do.

Skill Hunter is conjured into Chrollo's right hand, and he stares at the cover in the darkness. He hadn't used your ability after he took it so there's a few questions he wants answered. He just isn't sure whether using the ability will answer anything.

Regardless, pages flip and a page containing your picture opens up. His sight instantaneously changes into something more overwhelming, something brighter and sharper.

Chrollo can see every single ray of light peeking through the curtains while any and every white light is now consisting of rainbows. 

The darkness turns into normal lighting for him, and he raises a brow at how even the curtains look like they're illuminated.

After a few more moments of staring at the changes in his sight, Chrollo looks at his left arm. He imagines the Ben's knife he usually uses and before he knows it, it's conjured into his hand with no effort at all.

The sight of the white, translucent knife in his hand makes him recall your dishevelment from conjuring your dead friend’s head.

If something like this happens to an ordinary civilian who has no knowledge of Nen then it’s practically guaranteed to chip away at their sanity until they isolate themselves. However, you actively attempted to understand it better. The books you had picked out at the library are proof.

Chrollo even thinks he figured out how you may have killed that man.

Deep in thought, Chrollo subconsciously starts twirling the Ben’s knife in his hands. It feels exactly the same as the one he owns and even the sharpness is the same but the colour is, well, different. Considering that conjuring something so easily like this is possible, he figures the ability is more handy than he thinks.

The sound of a door’s hinges silently creaking registers in Chrollo’s mind, but before he reacts to the sound, footsteps rush from one corner of the living room to another. Skill Hunter is instinctively closed, his aura flaring in defence as he gets up and faces the source of the loud croak.

Chrollo sees you standing in front of the now open window. Panting heavily, terror is painted across your countenance as you attempt to guard the open window with your body. His eyes briefly flicker to your injured hand hanging by your side before they rest on your face.

When his aura dies down, you relax a little bit, but Chrollo doesn’t miss the way you’re looking at Skill Hunter.

“[Name],” he says, “I got startled. Why are you up at this hour?”

Voice shaking, you hardly get words out. “You… put away that book… please…”

“Book?” Chrollo glances at his right hand for a moment. “Do you mean Skill Hunter?”

“Put it away!”

Wordlessly, Chrollo does as told. You immediately relax when the book disappears, but the guarded exterior hasn’t mellowed down. The room starts getting warmer due to the open window and Chrollo has to fight back the urge to go and close it himself. There’s a reason people use the AC in summers.

However, as soon as he takes one step, your breathing stops for a moment. He stops in his tracks and in the overwhelming silence of the apartment, Chrollo thinks he can almost hear your wildly pounding heart. You’re still guarding the window with your body which serves to further confuse him.

“You should close the window.” He sighs when you don’t respond. “The AC is on.”

You raise your bandaged hand to your chest, eyes intently watching him. “You won’t summon the book again, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

You bite your lip, seemingly hesitant to trust him, but step away from the window regardless. Dull footsteps accompany your little run to the bedroom, leaving Chrollo standing there confused. What was that?

After closing the window, he decides to gingerly approach the bedroom, opening the door as gently as he can. Contrary to what he thought, you’re currently curled into yourself under the cover. The only proof of your presence underneath it is the big bump.

Chrollo sits himself on the edge of the bed and waits for any reaction from you.

There is none.

Thus, he does what comes to mind: pull off the cover.

Your surprised face greets his smiling one as you sputter out your words, usual confidence and indifference having not yet returned.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Checking on you,” he smiles. “You were acting odd earlier. What was that about?”

Your expression morphs into one of indignance, body halfway sitting up but still somewhat lying on your side. “That’s not important.”

“It is to me. You were clearly upset over something and frazzled.”

“I woke up and saw your book. Of course I was upset.”

“You’re not telling me everything.” Chrollo leans towards you, smile widening when he sees you shrink into yourself closer to the headboard. You’re being intimidated and cornered. That’s good.

“You… you don’t need to know everything.” With that, you grab the cover and pull it towards you to cover yourself, but he stops you short of the action. Chrollo’s grip is stronger, so you end up pleadingly looking at him in hope he’d let go.

He does not.

“You’re my soulmate,” Chrollo states, slowly scooting closer. “I’m obligated to protect and cherish you. That includes taking care of you which in turn includes knowing why you are upset with things so that I can deal with them.”

“I thought you said you only wanted to do whatever you wanted.”

He tilts his head playfully. “I placed that obligation on myself.”

Again, you try to pull the cover toward you only to shriek when a strong pull from Chrollo causes both it and you to land closer to him. The harsh tug almost makes your injured hand hit the mattress but you manage to save it. The glare you send him is enough proof of your added displeasure.

“Sorry.” Letting go, he scoots even closer to you and gently grabs the bandaged hand, placing it in his lap. If your open mouth and widened eyes are anything, you’re probably surprised at the bold action.

Patient as ever, Chrollo gives another try to his pursuit of figuring out the cause behind your unexplained distress. “What’s wrong? You’re not telling me everything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I am your destined other half.”

“How romantic.”

“And now you’re dodging the question.”

You groan and Chrollo finds himself chuckling at that.

“It’s nothing,” you mumble, quite obviously not in favour of telling him anything. “That book creeps me out. That’s all.”

The admittance frankly amuses him. “It creeps you out? That’s a surprise. It’s just a book.”

“Don’t forget what you made me witness.” All emotion drains from your face. Eyes distant, you look at Chrollo with what he can only describe as condemnation. “Just because a few months have passed doesn’t mean I forgot.”

Ah. You must be referring to Indoor Fish. Chrollo admits he went too far with that one, yet he didn’t think you would hold it against him. How cute.

“I thought you would’ve forgotten about it.”

You scoff. “Well that’s a stretch.”

Chrollo narrows his eyes. You’ve been oddly chatty ever since your injury. Is there something up your sleeve or are you indulging him because you have no other choice? Maybe he’s reading too much into it, but there is always room for surprises when it comes to you. Despite how enervated you may seem at times Chrollo knows you’re observing and making note of everything.

Unfortunately for you, so is he.

“You ran to the window right when the door opened. I didn’t notice it at first, but I did.” His hand gently holds your injured one’s wrist. A silent threat, one that he wouldn’t dare go ahead with but a threat nonetheless. “Considering normal human reaction times and the fact that you just woke up, you shouldn’t have been able to so quickly see Skill Hunter in my hand and act accordingly in the same second that you opened the bedroom door.”

You still. Whether it’s from his grip on your wrist or his blatant statement of your actions not adding up he can’t tell. After a few seconds of silently staring at each other, you capitulate while biting your lip. 

“I was… well… I was going to get some water, but I stopped when I opened the door just a crack. My hand was throbbing and I was debating having to talk to you. That’s when I saw you through the little gap and something white in your hand.” You nervously look away, hand fidgeting with the bedsheet under your palm. “I saw the book and panicked.”

“So you were watching me?” Maybe he shouldn’t have been so absent minded, but it’s not like you have the power to do anything. 

“I wasn’t watching you. Heck, I didn’t even ‘watch’. I saw the book and went primal. That’s it”

“Hm.”

Chrollo bends to look at your face. When your eyes meet, you’re quick to move back but his grip on your wrist stops you. The fact that he’s grabbing your injured hand so close to the stitches must have unnerved you because you immediately relax yet you’re still wary.

Despite all that, Chrollo lets you go with a smile and stands, eyeing how confused you look at him.

“You said you wanted water, right?”

“Well… um yes?”

He takes a step back, turning around to leave the room. “I’ll get you some. Stay here.”

Your injury may have led to you being a little too uncharacteristically honest and chatty, but it’s all in his favour. When it comes to you, fate hasn’t done Chrollo wrong yet, and he decides to uphold that.

[mikisspeak]

Horny thoughts about OP dicks

Don’t mind me I’m just bored asf

A/N:I use the Argentinian height system so this post goes by centimeters (Don’t have a fucking idea how yall use inches.)

Corazon

About 19cm I MEAN, he is huge in body height i wouldn’t be surprised. I feel he’s more of a length than thick type, he would probably be 4-5cm thick.

Got a vein that goes from under the tip to the middle of his cock, it would probably make you see stars.

Well trimmed but not shaved, he would shave it if you asked him to tho. It would be a more dark color than his hair color, like a dark honey color(does that make sense-?)

Like:

Tip is a pretty pink, yall can’t convince me otherwise.

Feel like it doesn’t tastes too salty neither bad. Like licking the back of your hand? Something like that.

Luffy

Can variate the size, I MEAN HE LITERALLY STRETCHES-

But normal size would be like 15-17 cm, don’t think it would be too thick or too big, just enough to make you babble nonsense.

Tip is a red going to coral-color.

Probably doesn’t trims neither shaves, it’s the wildness in there.

Hair in there is as black as his head hair (His gear 5 pubic hair on the other way..-)

Sorry but his dick would taste HORRIBLE, like, there is this weird myth that people’s dick taste like the things they eat and with Luffy’s disastrous diet it would probably taste too salty yet bad.

Zoro

OH GOD-

19 in length, THICKNESS IS LIKE 6 TO 7 CM

Hard he would get to 21 cm

Tip is a dark brown that goes to a more red/pink palette

This mf doesn’t trims neither shaves (just like Luffy)

His pubic hair is a bit more darker than the rest of his hair

He’s veiny as FUCK one vein right down his tip that goes to the base, another one goes from the base to the middle and a few more go from the middle to the rest.

Probably tastes salty but good after all, don’t think he has a bad diet, for the alcohol he probably tastes a little bit bitter.

A/N: That’s all, gotta do random things to cover up i don’t know what fic should i do with the winner of the survey i did. Gonna do a part two probably.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Series besides Naruto that I currently write dark content for:

Last updated: 08/18/24

I still primarily focus on Naruto content, but here are some other series I write for at the moment:

- Black Butler

- Hellsing

- Hazbin Hotel

- Fire Emblem

- Hunter x Hunter

- Final Fantasy 7

- Persona 5

- Five Nights at Freddy's

[pumpkin-cake]

Requests Open!

I'm hoping to start writing again now that I have a pc, so throw out any requests you have for:

Umbrella Academy (The main 7)

Saw (Adam Stanheight, Lawrence Gordon, MARK HOFFMAN, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, John Kramer [only father figure John, I can't see him as a romantic despite Jill])

Hunter x Hunter (Kurapika, Wing, Chrollo, Leorio, Gon and Killua PLATONICALLY such as a mother figure reader or sibling figure reader)

Stranger Things (Everyone except Billy who is a maybe depending on what prompt)

Leon Kennedy

Scream (Stu and Billy)

Stardew Valley (All bachelor(ettes) including Robin and Caroline)

Jujutsu Kaisen (not Sukuna)

Demon Slayer (Kamoboko Squad, Hashiras, Muzan)

Persona 5 (All Phantom Thieves except Futaba)

Gravity Falls (The adult Pines twins, will do platonic for the young twins)

Logan/Wolverine

Fields of Mistria

Criminal Minds (Most Season One folks, especially Hotchner and Reid)

I'll do light smut for most everyone, obviously not the literal children. Thank you in advance :)

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[killualoverr]

hello, everyone! i am nova, a beginner writer on tumblr. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

request status : open

ABOUT THIS ACCOUNT !

- the fandoms i write for are persona and hxh! i write only for persona 3, 4, and 5 and i write for the main teams (example: SEES, investigation team, phantom thieves) and for hxh i write for the main 4 (gon, killua, kurapika, and leorio.)

- i strictly only write sfw works

- i have no posting schedule

- i focus on x reader writings, they can be drabbles, headcanons, and one-shots

- i write for female and gender-neutral readers

- 4 characters max per request!

- most of my works will be written with a romantic dynamic in mind (unless stated not to in request or other things)

- i don’t write for things like pedophilia, incest, poly relationships, yandere and gore, fics with mental illnesses, disorders or self harm. i'm not comfortable with that.

- i’m pretty new to tumblr so i’m still figuring how things work so i apologize in advance for anything 😭

- please be specific with your request! like plot, gender, etc!

- there are times when i might get an ask i am not comfortable with, so i am sorry if I do not answer! i have the right to ignore/deny any requests, please don’t take it personally. <3

- racism, homophobia, ableism, etc, is not welcome on this blog.

- this list will most likely change later on!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR !

- my name is nova! i go by any pronouns and i am a hispanic, inkongender, asexual lesbian, and have audhd. i will not share my age for privacy reasons but i am a minor so please don’t be weird 😭.

- some of the things i like are persona, hxh, soul eater, class of 09’, futaba sakura, killua zoldyck, anime and manga, video games, music, drawing, reading and writing, and more!

[layla4567]

You're being mean

gif not mine

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Fem!reader

Summary: The bastard of X-5 or "Brad Wolfe" as he now calls himself has returned to his original timeline and is a renowned actor. When you try to catch him he won't stop bothering you and crossing the line with you, luckily Loki comes to the rescue.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Not proofread, Loki torturing Brad, Bradley being a brat (and kinda flirty), Jealousy Loki i think that's all

"I don't see it here, are you sure it's here?"

"Have I ever been wrong?"

Loki gave his friend a questioning look

"Ok ok but that time it was Miss Minutes' fault, not mine."

"You're bad at lying Mobius"

You walked up behind them wearing a beautiful long ivory dress. Mobius and Loki in their elegant tuxedos gave you an approving look.

"But he's right, X-5 is close, I feel it."

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go"

Mobius took the lead and you and Loki followed him. Loki stood next to you, wrapping his hand around your waist while he whispered in your ear.

"You look ravishing my dear"

"And your tuxedo looks wonderful on you"

Loki smiled as you placed a kiss on his cheek. The three of you walked through the alleys of the city in your elegant clothes. You arrived at the entrance of a theater with a giant billboard that said "ZANIAC"

"What kind of joke is this?". You said

"Looks like someone's been busy". Mobius joked

There were a lot of people crowded together and several photographers shooting their flashes at a guy who was getting out of a limousine dressed in a black tuxedo and a kind of white scarf over his shoulders. He smiled and greeted the people who smiled and applauded him. Loki, Mobius and you were left behind the crowd so he didn't see them.

"Let's get this over with"

You said as Loki offered you his arm and you placed your hand on it heading towards the red carpet entrance. Inside there seemed to be more people than outside, everyone was drinking and smiling while they chatted. Everything had a festive atmosphere. People approached X-5 and called him Brad Wolfe while he waved and posed smiling for the cameras.

The three of you stood in line as "Brad" walked by to say hello, upon seeing Mobius, Loki and you he almost dropped his bright smile but quickly hugged you and Mobius.

"Guys! It's good to see you!". He said with fake joy as he continued smiling at the paparazzi.

He was about to hug Loki but Loki looked at him seriously and this seemed to intimidate the actor so he lowered his arms and walked away clearing his throat.

"So your name is Brad Wolfe now?". You asked

"Bradley, indeed. Brad for friends". He said with a proud and presumptuous smile.

Bradley exhaled and clapped his hands while nervously looking away.

"Listen now I have an important premiere of my movie, what do you think if you have a drink while you wait? Mobius, Y/N what do you want?"

"surprise me". He said

"What he said"

"What about you Loki? What will you take?"

"Oh I'm fine, thank you"

"Ok then it will be two whiskeys and a martini for the lady"

Brad said winking as you rolled your eyes, Loki frowned.

"Well I guess this isn't so bad, we can drink while we work"

"Is he running?". Loki asked

"He is running!"

As Bradley escaped through a back door the three of you ran after him. Your dress and heels made it difficult for you to run but you managed by grabbing the hem of your dress and holding it up while trying not to slip and fall. Brad was fast but luckily he was still in your field of vision. You suddenly realized that Mobius was falling behind as he slowed down. You stopped and went for your friend

"Mobius, what's wrong, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah it's just… I'm too old for this, I'm tired". He said while breathing heavily

"Come on, put your arm on my shoulder, I won't leave you here."

You were about to grab his arm but he stopped you by leaning his back against the brick wall.

"No, no, you have to reach him before we lose track of him. Go ahead!"

Reluctantly you continued running while wondering where the hell Loki had gone. Now Brad was further away but when he noticed that they were not chasing him he slowed down, that gave you an advantage so you took off your heels, throwing them near a trash can and ran with all your strength to catch up with him. Brad turned his head and saw you, nervously he started to run faster but you were already closing the distance and with a few steps you caught up with him. You grabbed him by the arm, he squirmed but couldn't get out of your grip.

"You won't be able to escape Brad". You said, catching your breath as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Please Y/N you don’t have to do this, just let me go”

"Let the only person who knows what happened to Dox and Sylvie escape? Let me think about it". You placed your index finger on your chin pretending to think. "Mmh NO"

Brad sighed with a grimace of disgust as he looked into the alleys for a possible escape route. Suddenly he slowly approached you, forcing you to press your back against the wall.

"Listen, we've worked together for a long time, you know me, I know you. Why don't we forget all this and just let me get on with what was supposed to be my life in the original timeline?"

You just looked at him with a frown without giving in, as Brad knew this he placed a hand gently on your shoulder.

"You know? If you let me stay here maybe I can even make a place for you in my career, you can surely be a great actress. Better than Brigitte Bardot if you let me say, which by the way the rumors are false, I'm not dating her if you're interested know"

Bradley smiled knowingly at you with that sickly vain smile he always had. You were about to tell him to go to hell when a shot of emerald green magic collided with him, sending him backwards until he fell on the cold floor near some stairs. You turned your head in surprise to see who had done that and you couldn't help a huge smile on your face. Your boyfriend Loki came walking opening his tuxedo with one hand. When he got close to you he asked you if you were okay, you said yes. Then he looked at Brad seriously.

"I think you're not playing fair, Brad."

Bradley growled and got up to run again, Loki ran after him.

"Meow". You purred, smiling amused.

Mobius, who had seen the whole scene, came trotting slowly towards you. I look at Loki who was running away and then at you, looking from one person to another with a confused grimace.

"You two are very weird"

Loki chased Brad down alleys until he reached a dead end, leaving Brad trapped between him and a large graffitied wall. Loki wasted no time and cloned himself using illusions, now these two Lokis cast a large horned shadow on the wall. The eyes of the original Loki turned green and the shadows took on a life of their own and captured Brad who was writhing and shaking his fists trying to get free. You and Mobius arrived just in time to see Bradley being humiliated.

"A little over the top, don't you think, all the shadow play?"

"I thought it was spot on"

Loki made his other clones disappear in a bright green snap, you smiled in delight. You loved when he did that.

"Of course my love"

***

When you returned to the TVA you already had your uniforms, you were wearing a long brown knee-length skirt with a matching jacket. They were about to enter the room where Brad was detained but first Mobius gave us a warning.

"Ok before we walk through that door I have to warn you that Brad knows all the interrogation strategies and he's also an asshole, so don't let him get under your skin okay?"

You nodded your head but Loki remained silent. You and Mobius looked at him and he felt offended.

"What?"

You laughed and went in with the others. The orange room was large and empty except for a small seat in the middle of the room where Bradley was.

"Welcome back, will remove this annoying collar from me?"

"Shut up." Mobius said

"Someone is grumpy today…"

You rolled your eyes trying not to exasperate yourself but Bbrad was a difficult guy to deal with.

"Let's get back to what interests us, where are Sylvie and Dox?". Loki asked

"I don't have the slightest idea, by the way, by what authority do they keep me here? Because in this entire room I don't see anyone with enough rank to do it"

"We don't need anyone's approval to arrest a hunter who abandoned his job."

Bradley looked at you with a swaggering sideways smile.

"Oh that's cute, really cute. But weren't you three the ones who said that free will is important and all that shit? Well, I went to get my life back, now tell me why you're upset with that."

"Because there are lives at stake"

Bradley's gaze passed from yours to Loki who was looking at him with his hands in his pockets and hunter's eyes.

"Lives at stake? Sure, I understand"

Brad repeated the phrase and sighed, shaking his head.

"We all know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make up for all the terrible things you've done in your pathetic life.."

Loki took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and Mobius was afraid that Loki would do something bad, so he stopped him.

"Ok that's enough"

"No, no Mobius, It's ok. Let him talk, I want to hear more"

"Good, everything you have tried to do to help others has only made things worse. I have read your file and the problem has always been you, you think you are special and you are not"

"Watch your viperous tongue Brad…"

You warned him gravely as you took a step forward, as if you wanted to assure him that if his next word is anything hurtful, it will be his death sentence.

"But it's the truth." He looked at you and then back at Loki. "Let's face it, it doesn't matter what you wear or what lies you tell your friend and yourself. You always make everything you touch worse. For Mobius, for Y/ N, for your mother.."

Brad shrugged and Loki raised his chin, feeling slightly hurt but trying to suppress it. That was the last straw for you. No one was going to dare talk like that about someone you loved, no matter who it was. You lowered your head for a second and let out an airy laugh full of anger and approached Brad with a firm step, clenching your fists.

"Ok you really have to learn to shut up"

"Y/N..." . Mobius said softly and with fear

"But why would I keep quiet? I'm just telling the truth."

You tensed your jaw as you placed your hands on your knees, leaning a little more towards his face to be almost at his height. He just looked at you defiantly, tilting his face up slightly.

"The only truth here is that you are an egocentric idiot who only cares about his timeline and not anyone else's, you said that Loki wasn't special, well you aren't either, let's be clear."

He looked at you laughing lowly, he seemed to have fun with this.

"You look adorable trying to insult me ​​or take information from me. That's not going to work. I told you, I've known you for a long time and you wouldn't hurt a fly."

With every thing Brad said about you, Loki's jaw clenched more and his pupils dilated slightly, lowering his chin.

You stood up, crossing your arms and tilting your head, trying to analyze him.

"Why are you so sure about that?"

He laughed harder, smiling and looking away for a second to see you again with an even more arrogant attitude.

"You've always been like this, the sweet Y/N, so helpful but so weak in character. You think you can be tough and play bad cop, but you can't. In fact, I thought you were smarter than that."

Loki exhaled and moved uncomfortably in the place without stopping to see Brad, Loki seemed to want to kill him with his eyes. Mobius looked from side to side, not knowing what to do and fearing the worst.

"You know what? Someone as smart as you wouldn't have looked for a guy who thinks he's a pathetic god as a boyfriend. You would have looked for a better match."

Brad said that last bit with a stupid smug smile making his intentions clear when he said another match. You felt like you had had enough so you just smiled.

"Stand up now"

"Sure." He said with a shrug.

When he got up you got closer to him and looked at him sighing with a smile that announced a victory. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

"Maybe you're right, you know, Loki did horrible, awful things to a lot of people. And maybe it's also true that sometimes when he tries to help others he makes mistakes." You pretended to remove some lint from his shoulder, fix his clothes and comb his hair with a finger, Brad just followed your hand confused "But do you know what the difference is between him and you? That he does try to correct his mistakes and doesn't hide like a coward pretending that everything is fine like you"

Mobius lowered his head trying to suppress a laugh while Loki smiled slightly proud of you. Brad looked at Mobius with a frown and then turned to you.

"Oh, and one more thing"

Suddenly you kneed him hard in his groin, making him groan in pain, causing him to bend forward, placing his hands where you had hit him.

"Never underestimate me, honey"

You walked away with a triumphant look while now Mobius, unable to contain himself anymore, let out the laugh he had been holding for a long time. You approached Loki and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Are you alright?"

He looked at you lovingly, smiling and relaxing his jaw, feeling himself relax.

"Of course, my dear"

"Well I think we've had enough, we'll come back later"

Mobius said as he approached the two of you. Suddenly he came to your side and whispered to you.

"That was excellent!". He said smiling and raising his thumbs in approval.

You laughed and left the room with them. You wouldn't let anyone speak ill of your friends, much less Loki. Maybe he was a pathetic god, but he was your pathetic god.

***

this was so silly xd but I've wanted to write something like that ever since that episode came out.

[gyllord]

Hunter X-5 / Brad Wolfe Headcanons

(not my gif)

Helloooo guys, this is my headcanon for Hunter X-5/Brad Wolfe in the Loki serie for a fem!reader ! (By the way, plsssss someone write a fanfic about him bc there's literally NONE and it's a big issue). It's my first one, it's only my opinion so feel free to have other opinions on this (but tell me about it 'cause I wanna knowww pls :')) And English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy your reading!

(This is really short I know sorry :()

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-He would definitly want everyone to know that you're his girlfriend.

-ALWAYS touching you in public.

-No place to sit? That's fine, your boyfriend Brad is here and he'll be more than happy to help you. You sitting on his lap would definitely happen and he'll never complain about it. He'll put his arms around you, keeping you close to him and preventing you from falling. From time to time he'll kiss your cheek, your forehead...

-He would never let anyone talk shit about you or he'll confront them.

-He's not the jealous type 'cause he's kind of confident you know? And he trusts you. BUT that doesn't mean he's not possessive. If a guy ever tries to flirt with you, your boyfriend will never be too far, ready to show him you're already taken and that you're not interested and all.

-If you don't know about his life in the TVA, he'll protect you from it, he won't tell you anything about it except if he really has to. Being Brad Wolfe is his new life and you're a part of it, the TVA belongs to the past, he wants to move forward and truly live his life.

-If he's taller than you, he'll love to mess with you. Putting stuff too high so you can't reach it and therefore have to call him to help you.

-He'll touch your waist whenever he can. I mean, he'll just touch you everywhere whenever he can.

-He'll compliment you for everything, I mean, you're his pretty girl. Calling you "sweetheart, darling, babe". He'll even have to invent pet names for you because he can never get enough of finding new cute ways to call you.

-He finds you absolutely stunning no matter what you do, no matter what you wear.

[illubean]

thinking about doing a oneshot/fic inspired by criminal by britney spears...

if I didddd who should it be for? possibly modern!au depending on the character lolsies!

if anyone has diff character suggestions (even for fandoms that aren't on my masterlist because I haven't listed a lot of stuff yet) feel free to comment or msg me ^__^

[imavillainok]

[ Chapter 5: "Psyche" ]

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ー ♡꒱・！Tags！ : Feitan Portor Fanfic, Series

ー ♡꒱・！Word Count！: 1,005 words

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Original Character ]

ー ♡꒱・！Warnings！ : None

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : EG Arts (Facebook)

Feitan had been pondering over what to name the little girl for days now. He knew that he wanted to give her a name that was meaningful and fitting for her but he couldn't seem to settle on anything.

He spent his evenings flipping through a small dictionary he had found, searching for inspiration in the pages. He even asked Shalnark and Phinks for their opinions, but they just shrugged and told him to name her whatever he wanted.

Feitan was getting frustrated. He wanted to give the little girl a name that he can call her.

One day, as they were walking through the city, Shalnark and Phinks started tossing out silly names for the little girl.

"What about Blue?" Shalnark said, gesturing to the little girl. "Her hair is blue HAHAHAHA."

Phinks chimed in, "Or maybe Puppy. She's like a little puppy, always following you around obediently."

Feitan shot them a withering glare. "Not funny," he growled.

Shalnark and Phinks just laughed, clearly amused by their own cleverness.

Feitan sighed, realizing that he couldn't rely on them for help. He was on his own.

That night, Feitan sat down with the dictionary once again. He poured over the pages, looking for a name that felt right.

Feitan watched the little girl as she played with a small toy he had made shaped as a cat. He couldn't shake the feeling that she needed a proper name instead of just calling her 'little girl'.

Feitan had taken it upon himself to teach the little girl how to write and communicate. He had noticed that she doesn't want to speak but he still encourages her to do so, so he began by teaching her simple words and phrases.

At first, the little girl struggled to even hold a pencil, but with Feitan's patient guidance, she gradually improved. He would sit with her for hours, going over each letter and word until she got it right.

Weeks went by, and the little girl's progress was slow but steady. She still didn't speak much, but she was starting to understand more and more of what was being said around her. Feitan was proud of her progress and would often praise her, telling her how smart and talented she was.

One day, Feitan brought out a small notebook and a pen. He told the little girl that it was her very own notebook, and that she could use it to write down anything she wanted. She looked up at him with a wide smile and took the notebook from him, holding it carefully.

Feitan watched as the little girl carefully wrote her first word in the notebook. It was his name, but it filled him with joy to see her making progress.

From that day on, Feitan made sure to always have a notebook and pen on hand for the little girl. He would encourage her to write down anything that was on her mind, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem.

Feitan was out looking for supplies to take home. He loved books and often scoured the streets for discarded ones. He came across a pile of books in the trash and started flipping through them. As he read, one particular story caught his eye - the tale of Cupid and Psyche.

Feitan was entranced by the story and he couldn't help but think of the little girl he had been taking care of. She was just as beautiful as Psyche in the story. And just like Psyche, she was quiet and reserved, but there was a certain light in her eyes that drew him to her.

Feitan decided that he would give her a name - Psyche. It felt fitting, given how much she reminded him of the character in the story.

He went back to the tent and found the little girl playing with some scraps of fabric. She looked up at him as he entered, and he smiled warmly at her.

"Psyche," he said, gesturing to her. "Your name. Psyche."

The little girl looked at him confused, not quite understanding what he meant.

Feitan took a deep breath and began to teach her how to write her new name. It was slow going at first, but the little girl was a quick learner. As the days passed, Feitan continued to call her by her name until she's gotten used to it.

Psyche still didn't talk much, but Feitan could tell that she was listening and taking everything in.

Feitan had been deep in sleep, his dreams filled with the stories he had read the night before. Suddenly, he felt a small hand shaking him, calling his name.

"Feitan? Feitan?" the voice said, and Feitan's eyes shot open. It was Psyche. She was looking directly at him, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Psyche. You talk!" Feitan exclaimed, sitting up quickly.

Psyche smiled and pointed at Feitan. "Feitan," she said, her voice soft but clear. Then she pointed to herself and said, "Psyche."

Feitan's heart swelled with pride and happiness. He had been working tirelessly to teach her how to communicate, and now his efforts had finally paid off.

"Right" Feitan said, smiling broadly. "You Psyche. Me Feitan."

Psyche grinned and threw her arms around Feitan's neck, hugging him tightly. Feitan hugged her back, feeling a sense of joy.

From that day forward, Psyche began speaking more and more, and Feitan continued to teach her everything he knew. They spent countless hours reading books, practicing writing, and exploring the city together. As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the Troupe's hideout.

As they entered, the other members greeted them warmly. Chrollo smiled at Psyche and said, "Hello there, little one. How are you today?"

Psyche looked up at him and smiled, then said clearly, "Hello Chrollo. I'm good."

The other members looked at Psyche in surprise. They had never heard her speak before.

"Psyche can talk now?" Machi asked, surprised.

Feitan nodded proudly. "Yes. She learn quickly." he said.

The Troupe members gathered around Psyche, each introducing themselves by name. Psyche looked at each of them in turn, taking in their faces and telling each of their names.

"Feitan," she said, pointing to him. "Phinks," she said, pointing to the muscular man with spiky blonde hair. "Shalnark," she said, pointing to the other small blonde child. "Machi," she said, pointing to the girl with pink hair.

The Troupe members laughed and smiled, amazed at how quickly Psyche was picking up on things. They spent the rest of the evening talking and playing games, with Psyche joining in and calling each of them by name for the first time. It was a moment none of them would ever forget.

As the night grew later, Chrollo's attention turned back to their previous mission. "Psyche," he said, "I want to ask you something. How did you find Feitan's location when you escaped?"

Chapter 4: Best Friends

Chapter 6

[hesthermay]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐏𝐓 𝟔) — 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐏!

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x fem!oc reader

SUMMARY: a look into miri and hunter's past in the form of a filler episode <3

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, fluff! use of she/her, female oc, jedi occanon typical violence or mentions of. found family trope. this chapter takes place during the clone wars.

NOTES: i have been so excited for this chapter! i love filler episodes, just silly or goofy or off course from the main objective, a little flashback, a way to expand on something without breaking thr main storyline; i just think they're so fun and useful. bring back filler episodes challenge: impossible. anyways here is our first filler ep in this story, i hope you like it and i hope it explains just a few more things :)

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Truth be told, the kiss shared between Hunter and Miri in the hangar bay on Ord Mantell had not been their first one, but it had been arguably the most important. 

The first one, much milder than that one, had occurred during the Clone Wars, some time after Miri had been assigned their general. It had been one of those rare nights where she had let herself follow Hunter to his bunk, sliding in before him and pressing against the wall, letting his large frame shield her from the outside. They had spoken, in hushed whispers, of the day they had just finished and the close calls the mission had put them in. 

Not an unusual occurrence, but Miri had put herself in the line of fire for one of them and had gotten hurt. Something she did quite often, as reckless and selfless as ever, but this time it had worried Hunter more than it normally would have. He ran his fingers over the bacta patches on her arms before moving to the ones on her torso, covering the gashes the debris had cut into her skin, and thought about how close it had been to being much worse. “You really risked it today,” he stated, eyes flickering up to meet her gaze.

“It wasn’t that bad,” she countered, still maintaining the justification of her actions. “We didn’t know there would be that much heat by the control panel, and Tech needed cover. I did what I had to do,” she pushed, voice light despite the topic of their conversation. 

“Miri, you could have gotten sliced in two,” he shook his head, as best he could laying on his side. “There was a different way to cover Tech where you wouldn’t have been so exposed.” 

“Hunter, I know what I’m doing,” she sighed. “I’m a Master Jedi, and I’m your general; I could handle that and I did.” 

Her words hung in the air between them, the small bunk going quiet as he thought them over. She was right, as much as it sometimes felt like a slap in the face, that she was his general. Whatever they had, whatever they were doing crammed into his bunk in the late of night, it was not allowed. His feelings, the way he worried for her, cared for her, was not allowed. The kiss he wanted to press to her lips so badly, because she was his favorite secret, was not allowed. 

“I just,” he cut himself off, almost second guessing himself. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you. We need you around here.” 

Clone Force 99 had been doing just fine without her, they most certainly did not need anyone, but Miri had joined them and added to the fine machinery of their squad. She fit, as if she was made to, and they operated as efficiently as ever. But really, deep down and hidden from the light of day, Hunter needed her. He needed her so badly he didn’t even know how to feel about it, and these thoughts had him leaning forward, subconsciously pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. His mind caught up with his body when he felt her kiss him back, and he pulled himself away. Why he had done that, he did not know, and he could only hope the darkness hid the heat that gathered in his face. 

“Hunter,” she whispered after a few seconds of silence. He hummed in response, still not speaking. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Her promise, spoken quietly to the man and the universe, the Maker and the Force, was followed by another light kiss. 

-: ✧

When they had landed back on Coruscant, Miri knew she would not be seeing them for a few rotations as they were returning to Kamino. As she made her way down the steps, she fought off the grin that attempted to spread across her face. “Well, I’ll see you boys soon, alright?” She turned to face them once she was on the ground, looking up at them all huddled around the entrance of the ship. They were dropping her off, and when they got their next mission, she’d call them and they’d pick her up again; as they always did. “Stay outta trouble for me.” 

Wrecker laughed, knowing that was unlikely, before they bid their farewells, all unique in their own way. Hunter was the last to walk away, wanting to see her until the very end, and she smiled at him right before the ramp finally closed and she had no choice but to back up to give them room to take off. As soon as the Marauder was gone, she turned and dashed off to the Temple, knowing she needed to give the Council her mission report, but wanting to get it over with as soon as possible. 

And though Master Yoda and Mace Windu had drawn the meeting out a bit when her injuries were revealed, she made it out no more battered than before. Their usual reprimands and criticisms had been deflected, for she did not feel like letting them make her shoulders heavy today. The person she was searching for, however, was nowhere to be seen in the Temple, so her exit was made quickly and promptly. 

The Senator’s apartment was a short trip by speeder, and she hastily made her way up to the correct floor. She found a giddiness bubbling in her chest, as if she was a child once again, running to her friend to share something big. The guards outside of the Nabooian Senator’s apartment stopped her short, and her words came out rushed. “I need to speak with Anakin Skywalker,” she panted lightly. “It’s…Jedi business.” 

They stepped aside, letting her step forward and ring the buzzer, shuffling her feet as she waited. Once the doors slid open, Senator Amidala stood before her with a surprised smile. “Master Rocksled,” she greeted, stepping back to let the woman in. The doors slid shut behind her, and Miri attempted to reign herself in as she turned to the politician. 

“Sorry to disturb you, Senator, but I have to talk to Anakin.” She was serious, and Padme’s brows furrowed at what could possibly be so urgent. This was not common, although Miri was one of the only people who knew about herself and the Jedi Knight, she did well to keep it hidden from the public. 

But what was public knowledge was that Miri Rocksled and Anakin Skywalker were best friends. Had been ever since the boy had joined the Order, and Padme knew that if she insisted she needed to speak with him, it was important. “Anakin,” she called, and the man emerged from around the corner but a moment later. 

“Miri?” He questioned when his eyes landed on her. She stepped forward, a pep in her step as she ventured into the apartment. 

“Hunter kissed me.” She stated, hitting him right with it as she could not afford to beat around the bush. This information had been stewing ever since it happened, the need to share it with her friend almost causing her to explode. 

Anakin didn’t respond, though his jaw dropped and he stared at her with his mouth open comically wide. “Twice,” she added, causing him to let out a short breath that resembled a laugh. 

“Oh my Gods, Miri,” he grinned, stepping closer as well as his voice lowered, finding the information just as juicy as she had hoped. He knew this was going to happen, no matter how much the woman had denied it would. 

“Wait,” Padme stepped forward, eyes wide at the information she had overheard. “Hunter, as in your Sergeant, Hunter?” 

Miri whipped back around to look at Anakin, who scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, it kind of slipped out,” he apologized, guilt written all over his face as he grinned slightly. 

She couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Such a gossip,” she chastised before turning back to Padme. “Yes, that Hunter.”

“Oh, wow,” Padme gasped. “That’s good, right? I mean,” she grinned, “you do feel quite strongly about him, don’t you, Miri?” There was a tease in her voice that told her Anakin had rubbed off on her, and it made her scoff jokingly. 

“What am I going to do with you two?” She shook her head, and the couple laughed as Padme made her way closer to them. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but this was nicer than she had thought. They never got to spend time with other people as they really were, but Miri was a trusted friend and she did not need to hide from her. It was freeing, it was nice, and it was welcomed. 

“The real question is,” Anakin held a finger up, pointing at her. “What are you going to do about Hunter?”

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[ginsakatoki]

Hello! May I please request headcanons for Dante realising he has a crush on reader, who is a new addition to DMC crew and fellow devil hunter? How would he act around them? Would he try and act on his feelings or keep it to himself? And how others (Vergil, Nero, Lady) would react to the whole thing?

Thank you!

Hello there! Thanks for being the first person to send a request on this blog. This is my first time writing headcanons and it probably came out more as a scenario, also i added Nico, hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

Dante Realizing He Has a Crush

gif by @rainbow-cadenza

Being devil hunters you met during a mission: both of you got the same request from different people and as Dante was approaching the demon, he found you already there.

His first instict was to fight alone and, being the obnoxiously loud man he is, he started a scene. However, with you being almost as stubborn as he is, he shifted into a more cocky behavior.

"Alright, alright hotstuff. Show me what you got"

Needless to say, that demon was short lived.

The first time this happened he shrugged it off as a coincidence and left without really speaking much. But what happened once, happened twice. Then three times, and four, until he could no longer deny the evidence that you two seemed to meet everywhere and that you were, indeed, a good team.

He would deny his attraction and interest towards you and try to act casual.

"You know you should come to Devil May Cry. I mean. Since we meet so often and all we might as well work together".

It was when you entered the building and Dante introduced you as a new member of Devil May Cry that everyone started being suspicious and alert of Dante. He had never brought anyone to join the crew so everyone, especially Vergil, assumed that you were a particularly strong hunter or that you had demonic blood.

With some time (not even that much, really) everyone realized that Dante had a crush and that he'd brought you in just to be around you more. It was painfully obvious, except for you two apparently.

He always tried to be around you and whenever you had a mission he found an excuse to come with because "Oh I have a mission near that town, let's go on my bike".

It's an excuse to have you cling onto him but he won't admit that.

It isn't really that he purposely denies his feelings, he is just very emotionally constipated. While he always jokes and worries about others, he always has trouble understanding his own feelings and has internalized that a relationship is too much of a pain to handle or that people just don't want him that way.

It didn't stop him from shamelessly flirting everytime he could though. His behavior would constantly leave you wondering if he had a crush on you or if he was just an idiot.

He would flirt a lot, yes, but his interest would be most obvious in the simple gestures, like casually grabbing something from a high shelf if you're short or suggesting the best ways to take care of your weapons.

Lady and Nico made bets all over the place.

Nico: I bet 10 bucks Dante will share a pizza with them.

Lady, shaking her head: Don't underestimate Dante's love for pizza, he won't share.

In a way, they both won the bet. Dante did not share his own pizza but he did order one for you with his own money. Which is basically the same thing for him.

Nero was so confused at first. It seemed obvious to him that you both were interested in each other (it reminded a lot of himself and Kyrie back in the days) and stared at you two interact like a disappointed coach.

"What the hell are you doing Dante, just ask them out!"

Vergil would be even more confused than Nero, (he's an expert at not taking the hint when it comes to relationships) so he would think something among the lines "My idiot brother is acting even more like an idiot ever since that hunter came in"

Despite his loud personality, Dante is a shy and insecure lover so it would take him a lot of time before asking you out. The final push would be Nero having a pep talk encouraging him to do it.

In the end, when he does ask you out, Devil May Cry is filled with "Finally!", "Took you long enough old man!" and 10 dollar bills flowing around like nothing happened.

Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed. I had lots of fun writing this one so feel free to let me know what you think about it. If you have any other request, ask away and don't be shy! Also, should you be interested in my works, let me know if you want me to tag you.

[sev-on-kamino]

The Bad Batch falling for you -or- How you wound up with 5 boyfriends (HCs)

warnings: nfsw (minors be gone), references to pinv, references to masturbation and references to bodily insecurities, poly (no clonecest), and pls let me know if I missed something

first time writing anything like this; be gentle 🥺

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Echo

he falls for you first

he was already halfway there, and then you joined the Batch because being separated again was not an option

“I just got you back, if you go, I’m going too…Rex will understand.”

and on top of it all, you started studying cybernetics, so you could still provide his medical care 100%

he couldn’t stop himself if he tried

he convinces himself you don’t see him like that because he’s not “whole”

it doesn’t help that the others are so comfortable/confident with you, and he’s sure you prefer them

you have to spell it out for him…more than once

you drag him away from the others one night at 79s because you never get to wear this dress, and it’s not for sitting

on the dance floor, you confess your feelings, and how you’d like to show him how happy you are to have him back

he’s shocked, and very much stumbling over his words to express that he can’t believe it, he wants to, but no way

you are literally under him moaning his name, and he’s wondering if this is what you really want. it feels too good to be true

you’re only too happy to remind him every day that you adore him, and desire him just the way he is

Wrecker

he’s next down the rabbit hole of love

you can match his enthusiasm for life, and he feels twice as energetic with you

you do little things for him like make sure there’s stash of proper snacks and sweets for him

you let him show his gentle side, and you show your appreciation for it

“Echo’s really lucky” he says one day in between reps with Gonky

you look up from your own workout and ask him to elaborate

he launches into an explanation ending with, “and he gets to kiss you…”

you tell him how sweet he is before chatting to Echo about it, who’s fully aware this wouldn’t be your first rodeo with polyamory

once you’re sure Echo’s ok, you flirt right back with Wrecker, and he’s thrilled…wait…what about Echo?

you explain the deal, and at first he’s skeptical, but his desire for you is stronger, and he caves so fast, eager to experience you for himself

he just plain enjoys being close to you, and he can’t help but sneak in little touches here and there. your shoulder, your lower back, checking/adjusting your armor. and once you’ve established a relationship he includes caressing your face, forehead kisses, and yeah, he’s going in for the booty grab

in Wrecker’s eyes, you’re to be protected at all costs, and you’ve never done anything wrong in your life

even when Tech has footage of you playing a prank in high definition, you’re innocent

Hunter

at first he is just glad you can get all of their rowdy asses off of the ship when he needs to rest

as they share tales of your outings though, he starts to feel left out, and…jealous?!

he supposes he should be happy and grateful that you’re a calming presence, and your voice, your scent, and your strong heartbeat soothes his overwhelmed senses easily

and it’s so easy to talk with you. has it ever been this easy with anyone outside of his family?

it really starts to hit his jealousy buttons harder when he can literally smell you on Echo and Wrecker at any given time. that he can hear their hearts pick up at the sight of you, or the quiet giggles as you snuggle up in one of their bunks

he wants to bear your scent, hold you close, kiss those perfect lips

you’re shuffling the boys off of the Marauder one day when he asks you to hang back

you get those “called to the principal’s office” vibes (it doesn’t help that Crosshair tuts at you and says “you’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”) and you know Hunter can hear your heart hammering away

“At ease, soldier” he says playfully as you join him in the cockpit

you stay tense at first until you’re really sure you’re not in trouble, and then you can appreciate this one on one time that you haven’t gotten to enjoy before

that first kiss is a doozy, and you just need want more

luckily he feels the same way, and it’s about now when you realize how deep you’re in with the Bad Batch

Tech

he understands his attraction to you, but he’s sure that you’ve got your hands full already

besides he’s busy, and you are a distraction. your laughter, your curves, your presence elevating the mood on the Marauder…

nope! he’s not going there. too much to do

but then he’s alone in the refresher, and you’re the star of every fantasy his brilliant mind can conjure. his perfect memory coming in handy, as he works himself to release.

he’d be fine if it stopped there, but his traitorous thoughts wanted more than the sight of you on top of him

he wanted to teach you things, and share his ideas with you. he wanted to snuggle you, and enjoy intimate conversations before drifting off to sleep

the opportunity to advance your relationship presents itself in the middle of the night. when you’re the only two awake.

you come to take over watch, and he makes up an excuse about needing to calibrate the weapons system.

naturally you offer your assistance, passing tools back and forth, discussing the calibration, and your hands touch, and neither of you pulls away

you’re not sure who moves first to initiate that first kiss, but you take credit if anyone asks

Crosshair

it takes awhile before you can even confidently say that Crosshair doesn’t hate you

once he realizes you’ll serve his attitude right back to him in your sweetest (or sultriest) tones, he warms up…in his way

you lowkey live for his attention, even when it’s clear he’s fighting with himself to give it to you

letting you in? getting close to you? a smart mouthed brat who has slept with regs????? absolutely fucking not

he can’t roll his eyes hard enough as his brothers fall under your spell

you’re attractive, and he couldn’t deny that. his own body had betrayed him in your presence already, and Hunter had given him a smug look that had him exiting the cockpit expeditiously

but the easy intimacy they share with you confuses him

he watches you interacting with them, loving on them, and being good to them…all the damn time.

he breaks down after a particularly nauseating display of affection (Hunter kisses your forehead before he and Wrecker go to scout out a good campsite) and finally asks Tech what the heck is so special about you?

Tech explains rather simply that just like their mutations give them particular skills, your nature had given you skills as well. they happened to be of a more intangible nature largely, but they were undeniable.

he mulls this over a few days until he decides the only way to sort this out is to get you alone, and see if it’s an act or not

much to his annoyance, and eventual pleasure, he discovers it’s not an act, and he can no longer deny that you’ve gotten under his skin and made a home in his thoughts and heart

[mikisspeak]

Stupid things of my life like One Piece characters

*Talking about their ADHD problems and how fidget toys help*

Luffy: Usually pop its or slimes help me.

Shanks: Yeah, i have a lot of spongies (he meant squishies).

Luffy: *Laughs his ass off*

*Looking at 6th grade jackets and the promo number*

Sanji: The 2021’s are good. (Las de 2021 están buenas)

Zoro: You’re sick man..-

Sanji: NO ESPERATE- (NO WAIT-)

Beckman: So, the rio Suquía..-

Shanks: We’re talking about the rio San Roque idiot! Gosh you are Argentinian but you have the geographical knowledge of a yankee..-

Beckman:…

Beckman:Rio San Roque and rio Suquía are the same river.

Shanks: Oh.

A/N: It’s normal of us Argentinians to use yankee as an insult :, (Historical problems and stuff) but don’t take this personal i don’t hate ‘em at all

Zoro: *Explaining function relation from Biology* So then you do synapses *Does the 👉👈 thing to explain how the dendrites connect*

Nami, Usopp and Luffy: *Laughing about it and bothering him to end of the week*

*Luffy does some random stupid thing*

Nami: Seems like Luffy doesn’t does synapses 👉👈

*Someone asks Zoro something about maths and he stays processing*

Usopp: Come on man! Do synapses 👉👈

*Zoro and Luffy talking about something random*

Luffy: Synapses 👉👈

*Later that same week*

*The three of them tattoo with a pen on one of their fingers “Syna” and in the other “Pses” and keep pestering Zoro*