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rose-riot-johnson · 3 months
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May I please request headcanons for Shanks, Sanji, and Ace reacting to their female S/O who's captain of her own crew being betrayed by one of her crewmates which greatly affects her since it causes most of her crew to die?
I will definitely see what can do with writing about them, since the request does sound interesting to write about😁👍 While I have written about Sanji before the other two I haven't, it sounds like good ideas for the request😃👍
🏴‍☠️His Reaction To His Female S/O Captain, (Female Reader) Being Betrayed By Someone Who Was One Of Her Crewmates🏴‍☠️(Every One Piece Character That is Requested For This Head Cannon fanfic x female reader)
Genres: Head Cannon(?) and Angst To Comfort (Warning⚠️: Trigger Warning (Mentions Of Murder))
⭐New Character For Me to Write About⭐
Shanks
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*When Shanks first found out you were betrayed by one of your crewmates who has murdered most of your crew, he was actually shocked about it, however he tries his best to keep his cool. So, he decided to focus on you, your crew, your wounds, and your well-being. After all he figured it's the least he can do for you, even tough he's willing to do more than that for you.
*Shanks made his decision to have his crew (and himself) to stay in the village he bumped into you in, after the attack the crew member who betrayed you and your whole crew. He knew you blamed yourself for not seeing the traitor who's attack you never saw coming, which is why he assigned the rest of his crew to take care of the crew members who are still alive that he assigned his crew members to, while he assigned himself to take care of your wounds and well-being. He didn't assign himself with you just because you're his s/o, however he is also a captain of his crew just, as well as you are of your crew, plus he felt it's his job to take care of your wounds and well-being, after all.
*As time went by with Shanks taking care of your wounds and well-being (by frequent reassurance that nothing was your fault and you couldn't have known that the crew member who betrayed you would be a traitor of your crew and other stuff he reassured you with), the progress of your physical healing and the healing of your well-being has been going much better than he could ever expect. He knew you would heal with your wounds and your well-being, however he's surprised things went better than he thought. You confessed to him that you believe that it was his words and how he took care of your wounds helped you heal quickly, then you would thank him for taking great care of you and giving you reassurance often, as both you and Shanks hugged eachother, as the rest of his crew and the remaining members of your crew who are still alive, cheered with glee while celebrating your recovery.
Sanji
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*When it comes to someone betraying your crew (and the crew member who turned out to be the traitor himself killing the most of your crew), Sanji is someone who be very upset. He will feel sad for you, considering you are is s/o. He also will be outraged that one of your crew members betraying the rest of your crew (you, included). Despite of Sanji not being a captain of his own crew, he does have negative mixed emotions (from sadness to anger) about your crew being betrayed by someone who was not only your crew mate, however this crew mate who is the traitor was also some you have trusted the most out of your crewmates of your own crew, which Sanji is aware of more than anyone else surprisingly.
*Sanji and Luffy both happily agreed on have you the the remaining members of your crew who are still alive stay on "The Sunny" (The Strawhat crew's ship), as long as you and the remaining crew members left alive need to and/or stuff like that. You (ofcourse) will be in the same room, as Sanji, because of the fact you are his s/o, so this will definitely help you with your well and he will be able to comfort you easier with more time together. There will be plenty of times where Sanji will prepare meals to surprise you and the remaining crew members (who are still alive), because your crew definitely enjoys his cooking, however you love his cooking the most. So, needless to say that he really wants to take care of your well-being and to feed you and the rest of your crew who are still alive.
*Sanji knew you and the remaining members of your crewmates who are still alive would be happy about his cooking and feel better from eating his food, however he is also surprised that everytime you and the other crew members who are still alive eat his cooking, you and the living members of your become more happier, as if the food has has some magic powers to heal your well-being (and the well-being of the rest of your crewmates who are alive). Tony Tony Chopper explained to Sanji, the rest of the Strawhats, you, and your crew members who are still alive about the ingredients that was in Sanji's cooking and how Sanji cooked the food has helped with your well-being for some reason. You and Sanji both were surprised the most about what his cooking did for your well-being, despite of the ingredients Sanji put in his cooking, what he put in the food, and you enjoying his cooking, while feeling more happier from eating his cooking, than you (and Sanji) expected.
⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐
Portagas D. Ace
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*Out the three, Ace knows what it's like for his crew (His Captain Edward Newgate, aka White Beard in the very same crew, as Ace) to have a crewmate betrayed by a crewmate, while having that same crewmate who turned out to be a traitor kill any of the other crewmates in his crew. After all, he definitely remembers full well Marshall D. Teach, aka Black Beard betrayed the White Beard Pirate crew when Teach killed Thatch for Teach to get his devil fruit powers from eating the devil fruit called the "Dark-Dark Fruit". So, ofcourse Ace would be very angry at the crewmate who betrayed your crew to the point he really was about to avenge you (and the rest of your crew due to your crew being betrayed.
*Despite of Ace not being captian of the White Beard Pirates and you being the captain of your crew, he most definitely has empathy for you. Even tough he wants to get revenge on the crewmate who betrayed you and anyone else in your crew, your safe and your well-being would most certainly come first (and the remaining crew members left alive, also). So, if he does see you emotionally breakdown or trying to hold your emotions in or both or maybe anything similar to both, he will comfort you the best way he possibly can and he will hug you when you need it. He definitely knows when things are bothering you, especially on how much being betrayed by one of the crewmates you did have betray the rest of your crew (including, you).
*Ace will come snuggle with you often, as your snuggle time with him will comfort you by alot, however he is also someone who will also keep an eye on you alot (he will also check on the rest of your crew who are left alive), atleast until your well-being recovers to the point where he wouldn't have to worry about you, as much (even tough he still will, anyways) and where you are becoming yourself again. Not only the rest of the crew you have left and Ace will notice the difference with you in a good way, however you will also notice that you and your well-being has been healing more and more each day. Despite this Ace will also keep checking on you to makesure your well-being keeps getting better and staying better (and it's also out of his love for you and you being his s/o).
🏴‍☠️The End🏴‍☠️
Okay my Tumblr Peeps I hope you enjoyed this One Piece head cannon(?) fanfic🏴‍☠️😃👍And @sacredwarrior88 I also hope you enjoyed the fanfic, as well😁👍I really enjoyed writing this One Piece head cannon fanfic(?), honestly😃👍
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rose-the-witch1 · 1 year
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MC is a big fan of horror and it scares people
Deuce: Hey Prefect, what are you listening to?
MC, taking out an earbud: It's, uh... a podcast.
Ace: Oh, don't tell me ya listen to sports podcasts like Jack?
Jack: Hey!
MC: No, it's a true crime podcast.
Grim: What's true crime?
MC: Stories of crime that actually happened. Here, I'll show you.
[MC unplugs their phone and turns up the volume]
Narrator: ...Police were horrified at the sight of the young man, standing with a distant look in his eyes over the corpse of his brother, who had received several bashings to the face and shoulders.
Ace:
Deuce:
Jack: Why do you listen to this?
MC: It's soothing, okay?
Epel: Murder. Is soothing.
MC: Yes!
Sebek: Humans and their violent tastes... how disgusting.
MC: Oh, wait until you hear about the Zodiac Killer.
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trlvsn · 1 year
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*sees yet another insane tumblr post* now how can i make this about lawyers
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mikkokomori · 1 year
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AU where the group actually sees Sunny and Mari’s fathers words against them.
Hero using his charm and the trust in him the Father has for him, lures him into the forest where Kel and Mari using their more athletic abilities, kill him and Basil using his knowledge of the layout of the forest helps hide the evidence.
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"Let's keep this between us, okay?"
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MadPat with Reader getting yelled at in the Pizzeria
Totally not based off my experiences with working at a pizzeria
Mad loves having you work with him. Even if it’s only part-time, every time you're at the pizzeria, he's in a noticeably better mood, and the other employees are grateful.
He sometimes just lingers around the area where you're stationed so he can watch you work.
He's in the kitchens, observing one of the new employees to make sure they're not messing up. It's his absolute least favorite part of owning the pizzeria, and he's definitely not pleased. All he wants is to go home and just spend time with you.
It's actually kind of surprising that he hears the commotion coming from the dining part of the pizzeria, because the kitchen is loud, but he does, and his attention is drawn to it.
He's mostly expecting it to be some child being scolded by its mother- god he hates those creatures- or some employee that dropped a pizza by accident.
But... he finds you, basically surrounded by three teenage boys.
They're yelling, and you're clearly not sure what to do, because your eyes dart between them and you're definitely scared.
"How hard is it to make a fucking pizza?" One of the kids, the one with the bad hair, yells directly at you.
He pulls you away from them quickly, now enraged that they would dare speak to you like that. It hurts him how you panic a little more at the feeling of being pulled away, but he hides you behind him, out of sight. You cling to him desperately.
"Is there a problem?" Mad says through gritted teeth, fighting each and every one of his demons to not murder the kids right there and then.
"We ordered a pizza ten minutes ago, where is it? It can't be that hard to make!"
"Did my employee warn you there would be a wait?"
"No!"
His eyes narrow. He's seen you work. You always let customers know about the wait for their food. So not only are these idiotic kids yelling at his best employee- his lover- but they've been ignoring you too. It's starting to look exponentially worse for them.
He wants to kick them out. The way you squeeze him a little tighter after the boy yells again only fuels that.
"Are we going to get our pizza or not?" Another one of the three teenagers says, frustrated for no reason at all, really.
He thinks for a second. "No. Get out."
"What?!" The teenagers all shout.
"You're banned from my pizzeria. Get. Out."
The boy with the bad hair scoffs. "Fine. Come on, guys."
The three boys and a fourth teen, a girl, leave. The girl, without the boys noticing, mouths an I'm sorry, and he nods slightly, turning to you to make sure you saw it too.
"Are you okay?" He asks as soon as they're gone, holding your shoulders.
You shaking from the encounter makes him furious, and once again he debates adding to the list of missing children in the pizzeria.
He doesn't even care when your shift ends, he's the owner of the place and he can do what he wants. He tells you to grab your stuff and clocks you out and takes you home.
He's literally so soft for the rest of the day, because seeing you being yelled at made him so angry and protective that he just wants to make sure you're okay :)
If you want to go back to work later that day, he'll probably let you, but he will keep a closer eye on you.
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semisgroupie · 2 years
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you know me
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yandere!ken “draken” ryuguji x fem. reader
word count: 5.0k
warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, mentions of murder, manipulation, obsessive behavior, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f! receiving), multiple orgasms (f! receiving), lots of praise, lots of l-bombs, serial killer!Draken, reader is called “baby”, no one is safe around Draken (except you of course)
synopsis: how well do you really know the person you’re sleeping next to at night?
a/n: this is for @manjiwo’s YOU collab! Thank you so so much for letting me join!!
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You were lucky to have met someone like Draken. He treated you like a princess, practically worshiped the ground you walked on and his love for you had no bounds, you were the only one that he let call you by his name while others called him by his nickname. You were placed atop of everyone else, no one mattered but you. You have known him since you were both five years old, chasing each other around in the playground and you two have been inseparable ever since. He finally decided to make things official with you during the first semester of your freshman year of college. But ever since you two started dating a lot of weird things have started to happen, well they have happened before but it has been happening more frequently.
Ever since you started dating him a lot of your male classmates have started disappearing or getting into accidents. It first started with South, the quarterback for your university’s football team and a major creep. The two of you were paired for a project in your intro to abnormal psychology course and shortly after your first meeting with him he disappeared. Two weeks after the announcement of his disappearance his body turned up in the forest closest to your campus. You were completely spooked but Draken was right at your side, consoling you through your fear.
Then it was Izana the next semester, he was the president of the debate team and a major flirt. Something that annoyed you during your classes and something that you complained about often to Draken. Three weeks after the semester started he got into a horrific car accident and has been in the hospital ever since. With interviews by the police you learned that his car brakes had been cut and it horrified you to think that someone would hate him so much to do something like that. But it didn’t weigh on your mind too long since Draken was there to comfort you and put your mind at ease.
Then during your sophomore year a total of six guys either died or got into horrific accidents. During your junior year the number rose to ten and now you and Draken were only a semester away from graduating and the number of male students either dead or missing rose to a total of 24, eight from the prior semester adding to the great total. While Draken was there to distract you from all the atrocities there was still that lingering thought in the back of your head that made your heart sink with guilt. All the students that have been killed or hospitalized have a common connection: you. You knew it was probably absurd to think that someone was doing this because of you but that’s what made sense in your mind. Then it made you worry even more, did you have a stalker? Was there someone that obsessed with you? Were they going to go after Draken next?
You had to try to figure out who it could be, had to figure out and tell the police before this person struck next and went after Draken. But when you voiced your worries and concerns to your friends all they did was just shake off your theories. Just telling you that you were worried for nothing, that you had no connection to anything going on at the university. That it was just some psycho that was just killing for sport. But as they tried to calm your nerves you felt like there was more to it, that there was something else hidden behind their words. So you went to your best friend, Keisuke. You had also known him since childhood but went separate ways when he got accepted into his dream university that was in another town. You went to visit him on his campus and met with him in his dorm to express your concerns. As you told him everything his eyes were wide but he didn’t have the reaction you expected him to.
“Fuck, I didn’t think it was going to go this far.” He combed his fingers in his hair once you were done and he met your confused look. He sighed and took your hands in his, “I have been hearing about all and I know this is going to sound crazy but I think Draken might be involved.”
You shook your head and stood up from where you were sitting. How could he say that? “Ken would never do something like that! How dare you?” Keisuke’s eyes widened and he grabbed your hands to try to calm you down, he didn’t want to upset you.
“Listen to me!” He gripped your shoulders tightly to get you to focus on him and he looked you in the eye. “You said all of these guys have worked with you for projects in school, flirted with you at parties or in class or have gotten a bit too close for comfort, right?” You nodded and he continued, “and you’ve told Draken about all this right?” You nodded again, your mind spinning as he continued to explain himself. “When we were in high school, remember when Kakucho broke his leg a few days after he asked you on a date? I saw Draken talking to him and they got into a big argument and then Kakucho showed up with a broken leg and practically ignored you like you didn’t exist, so I spoke to him about it and he told me if he said who did it then the guy would do more than just break his leg. I know, it’s a big reach but I know it's Draken behind all this. That guy is oddly obsessed with you, it's creepy. Just get out of there while you can and just leave him behind, if you don’t want anyone else to get hurt, break up with him.”
You smacked Keisuke’s hands off of you and shook your head as tears brimmed your eyes. “You’re insane Keisuke, you’re absolutely insane! Just leave me alone, I should have never come here.” You ran out of his dorm as the tears spilled down your face, how could he say that? Draken wouldn’t even hurt a fly, he didn’t have it in him to do something like that. Draken isn’t a monster. You got into your car and drove back to your and Draken’s shared apartment. Your mind was running in circles, just trying to make sense of everything. Draken isn’t a monster, he wouldn’t do anything like that, you know Draken. Once you got back to the apartment Draken was already inside and just as he was going to lecture you about being out so late by yourself you broke down sobbing again.
He quickly pulled you in close and hugged you tightly, “hey, hey what happened? Did something happen during your classes today? Did someone do this to you?” You grabbed his shirt in your fists and sobbed harder, everything hitting you all at once. He rocked you in his arms and just held you close, it pained him to see you cry like this but it also made him furious. Who hurt his precious girl? Once he found out who it was he was going to make them pay. You cried for a little longer and once you were able to catch your breath, you lifted your head from his chest to finally tell him what happened.
“I-I spoke to Keisuke about everything that’s been happening a-a-and I know you told me not to worry but I can’t help it! I don’t want you to get hurt and I needed someone to talk to so I went to him! A-and he told me that it was you! That you were behind it all!” You looked at him with tear filled eyes and sniffled in between your words. His eyes were wide, in disbelief. He shook his head and cupped your face, “I don’t know where he got that idea but that’s not true. Yes the way those guys treated you bothered me, it still does but I would never do something like that.” You hugged him again and nodded, you knew him, you knew he wouldn’t do anything like that.
If only you could see the gears turning in his head. Keisuke was always suspicious of him and you finally gave Keisuke the ammunition he needed. He was probably going to go to the police and tell them his theory and Draken couldn’t let Keisuke do that. If Keisuke did that then he wouldn’t be able to see you again, he would get thrown in prison and how could he protect you from there? He wouldn’t be able to and he would rather die than be separated from you. It took years of Draken being your confidant and closest friend to have you all to himself and he wasn’t going to let Keisuke get in the way. He held you close while you went to bed and cried yourself to sleep.
Once he was sure you were asleep he kissed your temple and walked out of the apartment. He knew Keisuke liked to ride his bike on nights he was stressed so if Keisuke had a little accident then it wouldn’t look suspicious. So he worked his plan and put it to action. Once it was done he went back to the apartment and quickly changed his clothes and went back to his spot beside you, you wouldn’t know that he left, you were sleeping so soundly. A few hours later your phone started ringing and you rolled over to pick it up and whatever you heard sent you in a frenzy.
“Ken! Ken! Wake up! It’s Keisuke! He’s in the hospital!” Hospital? Draken was sure that he finished the job, Keisuke was practically lifeless when Draken left. He rubbed his eyes and sat up to look at you. You quickly ran around to put some clothes on and he followed in suit. Surely Keisuke was in a coma or something so he wouldn’t have to worry about a blabbering mouth.
Once you two reached the hospital you were quickly led to Keisuke’s room and your heart was pounding in your chest. You entered the room first and you let out another sob when you saw the cuts and bandages covering his body. You grabbed his hand and held it tightly while the doctor explained his injuries.
“Your friend is lucky to have survived. He got into a very bad car accident but we’re not too sure about his condition. But he was muttering a name, I’m not too sure when it was. Do any of you know a person named Dragon?” Draken’s heart sank and swallowed deeply while you looked at the doctor with wide eyes then looked at your boyfriend.
“No, we don’t know anyone by that name. Maybe that could’ve been on the vehicle that hit him.” The doctor shrugged and left the room, leaving you three alone. Draken walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder which you quickly shrugged off. “Please leave me alone with Keisuke.” You didn’t even look at him as you spoke and Draken didn’t know what hurt more, the fact you wouldn’t acknowledge him or what’s to come. Still, he just nodded and waited for you outside of the room. After a few hours Keisuke was getting taken out of the room so they could perform some tests and recommended that you and Draken should head home. You listened to their orders and left with Draken.
The drive back was silent and you were trying to gather your thoughts and in that few minute drive everything started clicking together. Every single time you complained about the guys or just mentioned them to Draken he had this look in his eyes that you could never distinguish or explain but now you figured it out. It was a look filled with murderous intent. When you were interviewed by police for South’s murder they mentioned that there was a figure that was caught on some surveillance footage and when they showed you, you had a feeling it was familiar but you didn’t know who and now you have that feeling in the pit of your stomach that it was Draken. It was still silent and tense as he parked the car and walked with you to the apartment and when you finally turned to him he didn’t get any sense of relief from your expression.
“Ken, please tell me the truth. Was it you? Did you hurt Keisuke and everyone else?” He sighed and unlocked the door leading you inside then shut the door behind him. He reached for your hand but you quickly snatched it back. “Tell me the truth Ken.”
“I have an explanation for it all.” Your eyes widened and filled with tears again. Your whole world crashed right in front of your eyes and the man behind it all was standing right in front of you. You couldn’t even hear his explanation as he spoke, your ears were ringing and you just did what you should’ve done a while ago, you ran from him. You couldn’t run out the door and the lock on the bedroom door was broken so you ran into the bathroom and locked yourself inside. You couldn’t believe it, every single time you ran to someone about the incidents you were running into the hands of the perpetrator himself. But it just didn’t make sense to you, no normal guy would kill and injure all these people for his girlfriend. You were worried about him when you should have been worried about everyone else. But before you could delve deeper into your thoughts you heard a succession of loud bangs against the door, so loud and strong that they shook the door.
“Baby, please open the door and let me explain! Once I explain everything to you, you’ll understand why I did what I did. I needed to do it. Please baby just open the door.” He continued banging on it and you were sure his knuckles must have been bloodied. You were conflicted, you wanted to open the door and hear him tell you that everything was a lie and would be okay but you didn’t know if that would calm you down.
“If you have something to tell me then tell me through the door.” He let out a huff of relief, though he wished he could talk to you face to face he was thankful you were going to hear him out. He leaned against the door and took a deep breath, he figured that he would slip up at one point so he was able to make up an excuse that you’d easily fall for and he had a few backup plans just in case you were stubborn.
“I can explain each one and prove I didn’t do anything wrong.” He could practically see your confused face through the door and he took another deep breath before continuing, “each of those guys had intentions of doing bad things to you. Remember how the football team had a scandal of taking advantage of girls they were paired for projects with? Well South was at the top of the suspect list and I overheard him talking to one of his buddies about what he was going to do to you. I lost my cool and it was an accident. Then with Izana, he asked me and another guy to work on his car. I wasn’t able to so I know for sure the other guy he asked cut his brakes, I didn’t go to the police because it would look like I did it. I’m Mr. Fix-it when it comes to cars on campus and no one knows cars like I do so they would suspect I cut his brakes.” He continued with each elaborate explanation then finally got to Keisuke. “I went for a drive and saw Keisuke swerving like crazy, then a car that looked just like mine went past and then that’s all I know. You know when something traumatic like that happens you muddle details and something like a similar car will stick out. Just please open the door, baby. You know me, I would never hurt anyone for no reason, South was an accident and I had no involvement with everyone else. Just please open the door.”
You let out a shaky breath as you opened the door and made eye contact with him. Once his eyes met yours you felt the instant comfort he always gave you but there were still those intrusive thoughts in the back of your head. “Is that the truth Ken? You’re not lying to me?” He shook his head and lifted his hand up to caress your cheek, his thumb pressing against the soft skin and wiping a stray tear away.
He hated lying to you but there was no way he could tell you the truth about this. You would run away, you would leave him and all he’s done for your relationship would be for nothing. It’s not like he could tell you that the only reason why he got rid of all those guys was because of the seething jealousy that burned in his chest whenever you were talking with another guy. Or the burning anger that filled his veins whenever he heard that a guy made you laugh or smile. That was his job, no one else was allowed to do that. No one else was allowed to even look in your direction but he couldn’t kill every guy on campus, so he just had to settle for guys you were partners with or guys that you brought up to him. He couldn’t risk losing you, you were put in his life for a reason. Even at a young age he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and no one would stop that.
“I’m not lying to you baby, I would never lie to you about this. You know me, you know me better than anyone else does.” You nodded and wrapped your arms around him, relief washing over you. It was just a lapse of judgment, of course he wasn’t capable of hurting all those people. The stress of everything just hit you ten fold, how could you think it was him? He was your Ken, who wouldn’t hurt a fly and who would never lie to you. You nuzzled your cheek against his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around you and you lifted your head.
“I love you Ken.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly.
“I love you more, more than you’ll ever know.” He pressed you against the wall and kissed you deeply, whispering his love for you against your lips between each kiss. If only you understood the truth behind his words, he loved you more than life itself and having you by his side was a necessity. If anyone tried to pull you away from him then he would just strike them down, he would simply get rid of them. You were his and his alone. He just wanted to take you away from everyone, take you to a secluded area where it would just be you two. He wouldn’t have to worry about anyone trying to interfere, he would just have the time to cherish and love you like only he could. But he couldn’t do that yet, not yet. Once you two graduate, he’ll buy a plot of land and take you away from everyone. You don’t need anyone else but him and he knows you’ll comply easily.
As the kisses you two shared quickly grew heated he picked you up in his arms and took you to your shared bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed and took off your clothes quickly along with his. Once your naked body was on full display he drank in the sight, your chest slightly rising and falling with each deep breath you took, your curious face just wondering what he was going to do next, your delicious curves and dips that he was completely in love with, just everything about you that made his cock twitch. He leaned down to kiss you, leaving a bruising kiss against your lips before he traveled down, kissing every inch of skin he could get to before he was between your thighs. Your glistening lips were right at his face and he leaned in to take a deep inhale of your scent, the scent that drove him mad.
“You’re so beautiful baby, so beautiful and all mine.” He moved his hands between your legs and used his thumbs to pull your lips apart so he could see your swollen clit and your dripping entrance, even though the only light that broke through the dark room was the moonlight he had seen this sight more than enough to know how wet you were for him. Always just so reactive for him and only him. He leaned in and pressed a couple of kisses against your clit before moving down to dip his tongue inside your entrance, collecting your juices on his tongue. His eyes rolled back and he groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. He moved his tongue up and circled it around your clit before suctioning his lips around his, sucking it and gently teasing it with his teeth. He was going to wash every single doubt you had away with as many orgasms you needed. His hands wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you pressed against him while he alternated between assaulting your clit and fucking you with his tongue.
Your hands gripped and tugged at his hair while he devoured you like you were his last meal and moans of his name kept falling from your lips. “Ken! Ken! Fuck!” Each moan of his name grew more and more breathless as he continued his ministrations. He moved one hand from your thighs and slipped two fingers inside you, quickly finding your sweet spot and pressed against it every single time he pumped his fingers inside you. Your back arched off the bed and he started pumping his fingers faster. “Gonna cum Ken! Gonna make me cum.”
He already knew you were close, he knew your body better than you ever would. He knew everything that would make you whine and moan and he knew exactly what to do to make you cum. He sucked on your clit harder and slipped in a third finger and once they brushed against your g spot you were gushing all over his fingers. Your thighs clamped around his head but that didn’t stop him. His fingers and his mouth didn’t stop, he just kept going to help you ride out your orgasm.
Once your thighs moved from his head he pulled his fingers out and sat up on his knees. “You taste absolutely divine, my pretty little baby.” He slipped his fingers in his mouth while his other hand traveled down to pull down his sweatpants and his heavy cock slapped against his covered stomach. Once they were cleaned of your cum he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and he took his shirt off before pulling you closer to him, the backs of your thighs resting against his. He kneeled a bit so his cock was pressed right against your slit and moved his hips so he could grind against your slick pussy.
“Ken, please don’t tease, just fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” You sounded so pretty and so desperate for him, there was no way he could deny what you wanted. He just had to give it to you. He lined his cock with your entrance and started pushing in inch by inch. You were still sensitive from your earlier orgasm so he wouldn’t go too rough yet, but there were no guarantees once he bottomed out inside you.
He needed to make your mind numb, he needed to make you forget about every single doubt or fear that might develop. He was only doing this for you and him. You are his everything so why wouldn’t he make sure nothing could split you two apart, by any means necessary.
He continued pushing in and just when there were a few inches left, he gripped your hips tightly and slammed his hips against yours. Your walls squeezed and enveloped him and you felt heavenly. “Fuck you always take me perfectly baby. Always take me so deep.” He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth while he started thrusting. Normally he would start with a slow pace but not now, now he needs to fill your mind with pleasure and rid it of any doubts you had of him.
His hips slammed against yours, his balls slapped against the curve of your ass with each thrust and he swallowed all of your moans each time he kissed you. He needed you to forget about all your worries, he needed you to see him with love and adoration in your eyes, he never wanted to see that tinge of fear spark across your face ever again. He couldn’t even fathom what life would be without you, he needed you as much as you needed him. He needed you to know that you wouldn’t need anyone else but him, you only needed him.
He broke the kiss and placed his hands by your head, caging you in his arms. He looked down at your face, eyes half lidded in pleasure, your lips were swollen from his kisses and slightly parted, only moans of his name left your lips and that was music to his ears. “I love you so much baby. You’re my everything, I can’t wait until the day we graduate so we don’t have to worry about any nuisances. Can’t wait until the day you’re mine for life. It’ll only be you and me baby, only you and me, how it should be.”
You just nodded at his words and included some babbles of agreement, you were too cockdrunk to properly process his words. You didn’t realize that from the moment you said yes to dating him you signed your soul away. You could never leave him, not like he’d let you anyways. You were going to be with him for the rest of your life whether that would be against your will or not but he’s conditioned you over the years. You would have little slip ups but at the end of the day all it took was a few words of reassurance mixed with a few lies and you were back in the palm of his hand.
He snaked his hand down between your bodies and circled his fingers around your clit, bringing you closer to another orgasm. “You’ll always be mine right baby? You won’t ever leave me right? You’ll be my baby forever won’t you? And don’t give me those cute little nods, I need to hear you say it. I need to hear the words fall from your lips. I need you to say you’re mine and I’m yours. It’s fate. We’re soulmates.”
His fingers rubbed your clit faster and you cried out. “I’m yours Ken! I’m yours and you’re mine! No one will make me feel like you do, I only need you!” Just as you spoke your last word your orgasm hit you, the coil in your stomach finally snapped and you gushed around his cock and fingers. His hips didn’t stop, they grew faster and his grunts became animalistic.
That’s what he needed to hear. He needed to instill that in your head. It took a few more thrusts and he came deep inside you, painting your walls white with each rope of cum that filled you. He leaned down and groaned against your skin as he trailed kisses up your neck until he could reach your lips. Once you relaxed around him he pulled out and laid down beside you, pulling you close to him.
“I love you so much Ken, I’m sorry I thought you could do such a horrible thing. I’m so sorry Ken.”
He placed his lips against yours to quiet your apologies. He kissed you softly and pulled back with a soft smile on his face. “Don’t apologize, it’s okay. It’s been a stressful time and Keisuke is our close friend so his accident made you even more stressed. Just get some rest and in the morning I’ll make you a yummy breakfast, maybe you can use one of your absences from your classes and we can spend the day together.”
You nodded and smiled. “I was planning on doing it anyway, it’s too late and I don’t want to go to class with a few hours of sleep.” You cupped his face and kissed him once more before resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes. “I love you so much Ken, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
A big smile grew on his face at your words and he rubbed your back. “I love you more, more than you would ever know. The earth knows no bounds for my love for you and I’d do anything for you. I’d even kill for you if you asked me to.” Not like you had to anyways, he’d do it regardless. He continued to rub your back and once he heard your evened out breathing he began plotting.
How the hell was he going to get rid of his new problem without making you suspicious? How was he going to kill Keisuke? He was a nuisance, he was going to try to take you away from him and he needed to get Keisuke out of the picture. He needed to do this for you.
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star-vibing-prompts · 6 months
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"Hey, maybe we shouldn't follow a murderer that just killed our family and almost killed you?"
"She says she didn't mean to, so I'm trusting her!"
"....why are you like this brother?"
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bluescreenl · 1 year
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Pale King: fuck you, my children are perfectly fine
His children: an extremely angry heir that may or may not be planning on killing their parents and the other gods, an extremely depressed wanderer that wants to cut off ties with their parents really badly but can't because they're scared of losing contact with their siblings so they cope through humor, an extremely anxious knight captain who has frequent breakdowns due to toxic perfectionism, 16 other kids with daddy issues, and another kid who severely dislikes him for repeatedly trying to encroach on her kingdom and culture
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intoxicated-chan · 2 years
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A Drinking Buddy
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♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Erron Black x F!Reader
♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // You and Erron had been drinking buddies for a few weeks now, with those short moments between you two, Erron grows a soft spot for you.
♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // I’ve been obsessed with Mortal Kombat since I bought MK11 Ultimate. Also, you guys are perfect the way you are! If your parents say otherwise, IGNORE THEM!! Do not listen to whatever they say!
♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 591
♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, alcohol use, drinking, small angst, pet names (darlin’ and my girl) mentions of abuse, mentions of family member death…
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It all started when Erron found you struggling to get a taxi. You were pushed up against the wall and had difficulty keeping your head up. He couldn’t leave you here, helping you to your feet. He threw one of your arms over his shoulder and led you to the taxi. To make sure you made it home safely, he watched you until you entered your house, then left.
He didn’t think much after the encounter, until he found you drinking at the same bar a few days later. He’d usually come here after days of being away. You were the first one to start the conversation, thanking him for helping you home. Erron asked why were you drinking that much and you answered but it sounded suspicious yet he didn’t push.
That’s when you two became Drinking Buddies
It was probably past midnight now, Erron invited you to his place to drink. He stood to get another drink for you when he heard a sniffle.
“Somethin’ wrong? Darlin’?” Erron asked, popping off the cap of the beer.
Your leg bounces up and down, you fidget with the bottle, “(Y/n)?” You flinch, seeing Erron place the bottle right in front of you.
“Nothin-”
“Don’t start lyin’ to me now.” Crossing his arms, leaning back against the chair.
You pulled your knees to your chest, “...Do you ever think about your parents?”
“Not really? Where’s this comin’ from?”
“Kano… saying something about my mother.” You mumbled. Erron knew you hated Kano, he’d always direct the comments towards you and you’d snapback.
Erron sighs, “One of these days, he’s gonna end with a bullet to his dick.” He earns a little snicker coming from you, “There’s my girl.”
The blush on your face didn’t last long, Erron saw the look in your eyes return, “Do you think I’m crazy?” You started, “Am I weird? Am I too much of my mom?”
From what Erron heard, your mother and Kano were always neck to neck. She was always better than him at everything, whether it be the simplest things. One thing he knew that was certain, she ended up breaking one of Kano’s arms.
Erron pulls himself closer to you, pushing your beer to the side, “Don’t believe everything that comes out of his mouth. Everythin’ our parents do has to reflect on us, whether we like it or not. But for what I can say, your ma missed out the chance of seeing a beautiful woman and how amazing she’s gotten. You are nothin’ like her.”
You smile, laying your head on his shoulder, “Thanks, Erron, I guess I could say the same to you.”
Erron shakes his head, “No, no.”
“I know you hated your mom but you ended up perfect.”
“Yeah I hated my ma, she taught me how to fight back. She taught me that everyone may raise a hand at you.”
“...I’m sorry.” You whisper, you wanted to reach for the bottle but now with Erron’s arms around you, you enjoyed his warmth, “Are you okay now?”
Erron shrugs his shoulders, “Some days are better than others, but it never gets easy. There will always be somethin’ haunting you. Personally… there’s no such thing as moving on.”
There were a few things Erron was fine sharing with you because it’s you. But two things he fears getting out are his work and his father. Working as a hired hitman and shooting his father down. He just hopes that you can continue believing that he’s perfect in your eyes.
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beauleifu · 2 years
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Hi hi !! I love your writing so much, it’s always pleasant to read them, especially the mayor ones💖 I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a one shot (whatever makes you feel comfortable :D) of Mayor and a s/o who will always be loyal to him no matter what happens, hurt/comfort if that’s okay🤍 take your time with it :D Have a great day/night !!
Awww, this idea sounds super sweet, I hope you like what I've thrown together! Roughly 2k oneshot <3
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MAYOR X READER
Lego Monkie Kid
Context: The Mayor definitely has his days where he returns late - but he'd always alert you beforehand. Sometimes he's gone for days. But this time it's different, and it's late, and you're already worried about him. Something is wrong.
TW: Language, reference to the murder, somewhat depressive episode (comes in all shapes and sizes, don't it)
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It's late.
You sit impatiently on the couch, one leg bouncing from the anxiety in your chest. Lips pressed tightly together, you glance at the clock positioned on the counter for the fiftieth time. 4 A.M.
The Mayor rarely ever stays out past midnight.
At first, you thought nothing of it, preparing dinner at around ten - due to the fact that you both always made your meals together. This time around, however, the bone demon's presence is lacking, and you'd scrapped together a simple sandwich with a heavy heart.
So it happens to everyone.
You can't expect the Mayor to maintain a perfect schedule. But as time ticked on, and your idiot still hadn't come home . . . well, you'd began to stress.
Your stomach churns from the nerves, and you're wishing you hadn't eaten.
4:20 A.M.
Where is he??
You stand up, starting to pace around the room. Biting your knuckles and hugging yourself as you circle the table, the couch - then you approach the cabinets for a glass and fill it with water. You don't drink it, instead placing the cup by the sink. Then, you simply dump the water out, watching it swirl around a few moments before finally vanishing down the drain.
Footsteps suddenly reach your ears.
Aha!
Fucking finally, you think, spinning around and striding to the front door. How you managed to hear the figure approaching the door is beyond you, but the door is opened and the Mayor is standing outside.
"Hi!" You beam, keeping your voice down as to not alert any outside entities.
The bone demon blinks down at you, perhaps surprised at the fact that you're awake. But that familiar smile is plastered on his face nonetheless, permanent and wide as ever. You fail to notice something off about his behavior, side stepping him to allow him passage into the room.
All you feel is relief, and that is what blinds you.
He hums in response, slowly stepping across the threshold. "Sweetheart, you should be asleep . . ."
"Someone had to open the door for you."
You expect the Mayor to fire back a smooth retort, but he merely hums again, turning to face you. He won't meet your gaze, however, as you close the door. Somewhat awkwardly, he glances around, as though taking everything in for the first time.
"Uh . . . Hello? You good?" You ask, peering at him.
The Mayor blinks, turns, and heads into the kitchen without replying. His hands, which had been behind his back, move to his front, fingers lacing together in a telltale sign of anxiety.
You don't notice just yet.
Following him at a slower pace, you peer into the kitchen, content to just observe the Mayor as he retrieves a mug and faces the fridge to get some water. His movements are jerky, dripping with anxiety and . . . fear? The tense posture and eyes that won't meet yours suddenly raise suspicion. A small frown lights your features, and you tilt your head.
Something's wrong.
He won't look at you, won't even send you a smile, not a word. Just takes a long sip of water.
You stare at his free hand, the fingers tapping his thigh nervously.
"How was your day?" You venture at last.
"Fine, my dear. Thank you," the Mayor returns simply, and although his tone is light, his reply is short. There's a lot to unpack in those words, and it makes your gut twist with worry.
". . . You sure?"
Silence.
The Mayor finishes his drink, then goes to hold the cup with both hands, his grip very tight. His head is hung low, blank white eyes glued to the object in his grasp, dull and half-lidded. For a second, his permanent smile flickers.
Your brow furrows.
His smile.
It's twisted, forced in a way that confirms your suspicion.
He's putting on a façade, a wall to ease you of your worries, and there's something so awful about that because of how pained the poor man looks.
"What's wrong?"
The Mayor stiffens; you can visibly see it when his shoulders hunch slightly. That's not normal.
Something must be very wrong for him to act so out of place.
You approach him slowly as to not upset him, hands going to rest on his arm. Nervously, you peer up at him, scanning his features for any signs of distress. There is something there . . . it feels like misery. Like self loathing. Like heartache.
He's suffering.
"Hey, hey what's the matter?" You breathe, eyes wide.
Your voice seems to drag him back into reality, and he blinks, suddenly smiling. What disappoints you is how he doesn't meet your gaze. "Nothing! Why do you suspect so?"
The Mayor gently pulls away from you, voice and features strained. You see right through it.
"Did something happen-"
"No."
"Then why do you look so sad?" You whisper, lowering your arms.
Suddenly, your act of defeat is halted. The Mayor's hands close around your wrists, gently holding them close to his chest. He still won't look at you, eyes merely observing the way your fingers lace neatly through his. It's as though your presence is an anchor - and yet, something he feels he doesn't deserve.
You wait patiently, features pulled tight with worry. With your hands, you give him a reassuring squeeze.
"(Y/N), have you . . . "
"Hm?"
". . . Have you ever killed someone?"
Wha- Huh?
Blinking in surprise, you regard the bone demon with newfound wonder. What brought this up? "Um . . . no, I haven't. I-I know that you, uh . . ." You stop right there.
You're well aware that the Mayor's hands are far from clean.
They're stained with the blood of innocents he'd murdered. To confirm this fact right now feels wrong, though.
"Do you know what it feels like?" The Mayor asks quietly, voice deep and full of something that takes a moment to register. Remorse. It floods his voice like a toxic gas would a chamber. "Do you know what it does to you?"
"No . . ."
You look up.
The bone demon's smile is gone.
With eyes full of self loathing, the Mayor releases your wrists to run a hand through his hair - unkept, you finally notice. "Someone as malignant as I. . . . will never change. Won't ever deserve-"
He cuts himself off.
You stare. "W-What are you talking about?"
A beat.
The Mayor's expression twists into something more agitated. He takes a step back, more to keep you safe from him than him being uncomfortable with the close proximity. It's a small gesture that's so wrong on a number of levels. Why is he acting like this??
"These voices, sweetheart-" With wide, haunted eyes that won't look at you, the Mayor grabs a fistful of his hair, his smile strained. "What do you think they tell me?"
No.
Oh, no.
Dread washes over you, matching the worry you feel for him.
"They tell me . . . they tell me I'm unworthy. A genocidal monster. Destructive. Puppet. Slave. They tell me . . ." With that, the Mayor looks away.
"I don't deserve you."
Your eyes close. "Please don't believe that."
He's drowning.
Suffocating from the voices in his head, the voices of those he'd slaughtered without a care in the world. A puppet does as his master wishes, all strings attached. You know the Mayor believes every word the voices tell him.
For how long, though?
Taking a deep breath, you open your eyes and reach out. Hands gently cupping his face, you tilt his head down and breathe; "I love you. I don't care what you've done."
The bone demon's eyes are downcast. "I would never forgive myself if I hurt you."
You know what he's trying to say.
That maybe it's better for you both to part ways. To listen to the imaginary voices in the Mayor's mind, to give up on this.
He's afraid he'll lash out, lose control, and inflict irreversible damage upon you. It would set his worst fear to life, giving way to a new type of violence if you'd died to his wrath. His hands are too bloodied, too tainted with lives he'd ended. But you know better. You know he'd never hurt you, that he's changed from the man he once was. Why can't he see that, too?
Why . . .
Tears flood your vision. "Just don't. Leave."
A heavy silence.
Your lover's eyes close, a small shiver running up his spine at the feel of your hands.
His own are shaking. Dull eyes lock with yours, and his façade is finally given up. "The things I've done . . . I'm not proud of. I'll never . . ." He trails off, a hint of desperation in his tone.
He'll never be able to atone for his mistakes.
Oh.
Finally, you understand.
Holding his gaze, you frown firmly. "You can't change the past. You can't go back in time and stop yourself from doing all those things, try as you might. Your past is your own, and people either own up to theirs or drown. Those mistakes . . . they were done by someone else, not the man I know. You've changed. I know you're better than your past self, but you don't have to live with the shadow of that. Just . . . please. Please, try and see what I see."
The Mayor stares, eyes wide and full of longing. He wants to believe you. "Perhaps I . . . well . . ."
You offer a reassuring smile, thumb brushing fondly along his jawline. "Look. I get that there's no making up for the things you've done. But you can't let it consume you. There are other ways to redeem yourself."
With that, you stand on your toes and give him a quick kiss.
His hands raise to grip your arms - gently, as though you were made of glass -, and his eyes close.
When you lean back, you continue; "I love you, ya big goof. I don't care what you've done or who you are, all right? Doesn't that mean anything?"
The Mayor's eyes stay shut. "It means . . . everything."
Now that sends a shiver up your spine.
"Then start from there. I'll help you whenever I can. There's no way I'm leaving you anytime soon," you say delicately, searching his face for any trace of doubt. You find none. The demon seems content to listen to your voice. "I'll be here whenever you need me. I promise."
"That's a heavy promise to keep, my love," the Mayor murmurs, voice laced with fondness and a bit of sorrow.
He wants to believe you. He'll try to believe you.
That counts for something, at least.
You watch as he angles his head, pressing his lips to the palm of your left hand affectionately. The gesture fills you with warmth, and you don't even try to hide the way your cheeks heat up.
"Well, I intend to keep it."
He looks up. ". . . Thank you. Had you not knocked the sense into me . . ."
"I get it. You would've sat on the floor for an hour and cried," you joke, lowering your hands. With a small smile, you tilt your head. "So you feel a bit better, then?"
"Yes," he replies softly. "Now . . . why don't you head to bed?"
You frown. "Sure, but . . ."
"But?"
"Well, there's enough room on the couch, I dunno, but if you want to sleep there we could watch a movie or something-"
The Mayor's smile is back, full of warmth. "I'd love that."
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rose-riot-johnson · 2 months
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Hey, could I ask for an angst to comfort fanfic about a reader (as Spider-Man) going out for revenge against Kingpin for killing his parents then heading home to Curt Connors and being consoled by him after the whole thing? I kinda had some dark stuff turning in my head.
Hey DJ😃 Sorry to hear about your situation😟🫂 Anyways I definitely will see about working on the request 😃👍I may take a while(😅), however I will see how it turns out😃👍
*I'm not sure which pic you wanted between regular form of Curt Connors or the Lizard version of him, so I figured I'd pick both of the pics for this fanfic😅😃👍
*This fanfic also contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅
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🕷️🦎Hey Curt...I Want Revenge🦎🕷️(Curt Connors (up to reader's imagination if it's regular Curt Connors version or the Lizard version) x Male (Spiderman) Reader)
Genres: Angst To Comfort (Murder and Mentions of Murder, and Language)
"You want to what, (Male Reader Name)?!", Curt Connors gasped. You replied, "You heard me, Curt! I'm going to get my revenge against Kingpin, because he killed my parents! Scum like himself deserves to die by my hand! I feel that if we do catch him, it won't be enough and he has to pay for killing them in cold-blood!". He then replied back, "Please think about this rationally, (Male Reader Name)... There's other ways than getting revenge...", as he tried to talk you out of taking Kingpin's life.
"Like what, Curt?! Payback is the only way I can feel satisfaction! After all... It's all I can really think about, since after I found out that he's the bastard who killed my parents! I will never forgive him! He must die! I wish I could have prevented him from killing my parents! He deserves to die in a worser way, than he killed them!", you yelled. Curt then calmly said, "But is it going to bring your parents back? No it isn't... Will you be able to kill him without any consequences... No, you won't... Wheather it's jail time or even just thinking about what you did, those are a couple of possible consequences you must consider. Even if you claim that you don't care about any possible consequences, I care about the possible consequences you may face and I also care about you...". "And what is your point, Curt?! I feel like I'm such a coward for being unable to prevent them from getting killed in cold-blood! How can I damn well live with that?!", you spat.
"My point is that, there are better ways to handle the Kingpin situation... You have my condolences for what he did to your parents, however the best way of getting revenge is to just simply capture him and let everything else come to play... It's better to let him suffer than to kill him... And besides all these civilians, future superheroes, and little children care looked up to you, so killing Kingpin, would only disappoint everyone who looked up to you and will let them down... I just want you to understand that I'm telling you this, because I love you, (Male Reader Name)...", Curt explained, before he went to hug you. It took you only seconds to think about this, as you hugged him back, then sobbed, "I'm truly sorry that I wasn't thinking about any of this Curt... I was very afraid when my parents were getting killed, while I was very angry to know that Kingpin killed my parents... I just didn't know what else to do, besides getting my revenge on him... I thought I would also feel better about myself, if I was to try to get my revenge on him by killing him... Murder is all I could think about, since he killed my parents in cold-blood...". Curt hugged you tighter, while petting your head, as he replied, "It's okay and don't be too hard on yourself... It also seems to be that your desire for vengeance isn't the only thing you're feeling... I can also sense that you may have survivors guilt, as everyone has a different way of handling desire for revenge and/or survivors guilt... I'm just glad you talked to me about it before actually committing it... Some people just wouldn't have come to anyone about getting revenge and just simply kill for vengeance without a care in the world about the consequences they may have to eventually face... The only thing I ask of you is please don't let your parents death, especially on how they were dead, change you for the worse... I'm pretty sure getting your revenge this way is not what your parents would have wanted...".
After you stopped sobbing, you thought about what Curt said, as you hugged him tighter. You then said, "I had to think about what you said for a second and you're right about everything you told me... And me getting my revenge isn't something my parents would have wanted, as you mentioned... I'm glad you talked me out of it, Curt... Thank you...". Curt then replied, "You're welcome, (Male Reader Name)... I promise, once we capture Kingpin, he will never harm anyone anymore, especially anymore of your family you have left...", before he kissed your forehead.
🦎🕷️The End🕷️🦎
I hope you enjoyed this requested fanfic my Tumblr Peeps😁👍As for you DJ, I hope I did the request well and I hope this fanfic helps🫂🦎🕷️🕊️I do apologize for taking long as I did to complete this fanfic, however I do hope the ending was written well😅🕊️🫂
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timdrake-yumm · 1 year
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I’ve come to realize that there are several different types of Tim Drake fans, that can all be sorted different ways, but I’m going to sort them this way:
Hate/Dislike Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Damian Wayne: idk if this is a result of cancel culture or what, but the fact that they’ve all wronged him at least once is apparently the worst thing in the universe, as though not everyone has done something that could be perceived as wronging Tim at some point in comic history. I hate to break it to you guys, but y’all are extremely biased, and Tim isn’t so innocent either
Hate/Dislike Jason Todd and Damian Wayne: This is because they both tried to kill Tim at one point and you haven’t been able to let it go. While this is more valid than the last one, I still think you need to chill with the character hate, they’ve both been through some pretty traumatic stuff and we’re mostly not in their right minds when they did that. I mean, I’m not saying it’s okay that they tried to kill Tim, but they’re also fictional representations of what might occur if you came back to life after having died only to see all your insecurities thrown at your face, or if you were raised by a murder cult.
Hate/Dislike Damian Wayne: Now this group of people likely fall into the mentality that because at one point Tim hero-worshipped Jason, he must not have hard feelings for him, and therefore neither should you. But also you can’t forgive the 10-year-old for acting on his traumatized, raised-by-a-murder cult mentalities, like any 10-year-old has the ability to think outside their biases born from the childhood they were provided.
Love/Like ALL the robins: You either believe that Tim wouldn’t hold hard feelings, so neither should you, or you realize they’re all fictional characters who hold the fatal flaw of having flaws and not being perfect individuals.
I’m not saying that any of this is 100% accurate or anything, and you could probably throw some variations of adding Bruce, Stephanie, or even Alfred into the mix, but these are the thoughts that I had while taking a shower yesterday and have only just now put into typing.
Anywho, basically, there are people who don’t like Dick Grayson because of what happened when Dick gave Damian Robin, and while I see your perspective, and I don’t agree with his actions at the time, Dick was a desperate, young adult who just lost his second father and was thrust into a role and burden he never wanted. Of course he made mistakes, anyone would! I don’t believe he was ever trying to alienate Tim the way it ended up being. (Side note: the wanting to put Tim in Arkham is fanon, and should not be used as a reason for disliking Dick. I believe there was mention of therapy, but that’s it, and while it’s extremely hypocritical of Dick to suggest therapy while not being willing to go himself, it’s not like he was exactly wrong. They all need therapy; even before everyone he loved was dying around him Tim needed therapy. You probably need therapy too.)
For everyone who dislikes Jason Todd, I see your reasoning, I really do. He took his hurt and pain out at being replaced and unavenged out on Tim and likely did some pretty heavy psychological damage whilst doing so. It’s a bit hypocritical of him to be so upset about being replaced when he 1. Doesn’t know the full story and/or 2. Was a “replacement” himself. But you have to remember that none of this is really about Tim. Maybe that makes it worst, maybe that makes it better, but it’s the truth. Jason literally died and came back to life, and the minute he gains complete thought he realizes he’s been in the hands of the League of Assassins, and that his torturer and murderer is still out there causing harm to everyone he can. Was he wrong to take all of this out on Tim? Yes, obviously, Tim was just trying to help and honor Jason’s legacy. Does he deserve a chance to make it up to Tim and be better? Also yes. Batman preaches about second chances, which is part of the reason why he doesn’t kill, but to me that’s like being someone who’s never been a victim of rape or abuse, and telling someone who has been a victim of rape or abuse that they’re wrong for being traumatized and that they should forgive their rapist or abuser and just get over it. That’s not how trauma works, and even if you’re against killing someone yourself, you don’t get to tell a victim how to protect themselves from those who harmed them. Locking him up didn’t and doesn’t work, and all he’s doing is creating more victims without any inclination towards change or remorse.
Sorry, that went into a bit of a rant that nobody asked for. Not that anybody asked for any of this, of course. Anywho, the point of all that was to say that Jason Todd is a victim. I’m not saying that Tim isn’t a victim, and that he shouldn’t also get the same allowances as Jason of course. Tim also went through a very traumatizing experience, he should get to do what makes him feel safe. (Another side note: forgiving someone and putting yourself back into a harmful situation are two different things. You can forgive someone and also want to never have to see them again. That’s valid, and even if that person isn’t actively trying to harm you anymore, their presence in and of itself can still be harmful.)
This all leads into Damian Wayne. I mentioned before that Damian showed up as a traumatized 10-year-old straight out of being raised by a murder-cult. Damian, like Jason, is a victim and deserves the chance to grow and change. Tim is also a victim, and deserves not to constantly be in a state of Danger. So what does this mean? I’ve seen some people mention that Damian is never actually punished for any of his harmful actions. And I’ve seen other people wonder how you plan on punishing the traumatized 10-year-old. I’m not a parent, but I am currently studying psychology, and I believe some of the same stuff applies. You can’t just throw Damian in jail or ground him or something, that’s never going to work, and will only alienate him further— reducing his likelihood of listening and being open to change. Damian needs to be shown that his actions have consequences though (Look at me acting like he’s a real person). You can’t just hear/see him actively trying to harm someone and be like :( bad Damian. That just tells him that he’s never going to be punished for his actions, and can therefore get away with it. You need a balance, and to also recognize that Tim is allowed to be defensive and not want to be in the same room as Damian. You see Damian do something wrong? He’s benched from being Robin, and you explain that this is not what Robin represents and that Robin doesn’t bring harm to innocents. However, when you see him do something good? You reward him. Now you have positive reinforcement showing that certain actions have benefits. Damian is a victim of his past, but he’s also a child emulating what he knows. There’s a difference between not punishing him for being a victim, and teaching him to not create his own victims.
And that has been my unwanted and unasked for rant about the robins. Another side note, but if you create media that depicts any of the robins or Bruce, or any DC character in a negative light, I’m not telling you to stop. I can think that they don’t accurately depict who the characters are suppose to be and still love reading the angst.
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someweirdoreblogger · 9 months
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I think Poseidon is just as lonely as Sasaki implies.
However complex, you can understand Poseidon's specific views, though aren't morally justifiable; I firmly believe Poseidon has sociopathic and narcissistic tendencies but not a sociopath himself.
Poseidon seems like a simple jackass on the surface (and Poseidon definitely is a jackass), but he is actually a very complex individual on both a physical and mental level.
Poseidon is cruelest amongst the gods entirely, and that much is obvious in his fight, clearly displays questionable views. So indifferent, distant, and incomprehensible. That particular emotion of loneliness, he is purely incapable ever admitting to it because anything outside of flawless is beneath the gods. Unworth the time of day.
And the mere thought of emotional difficulties sends Poseidon in an intense rage, because why would a piece of shit human ever dare suggest he give a fuck about that?!
Poseidon is capable of "caring," however, as unforward as it is. And I think he's a lot more conflicted on those sorts of matter than we are lead to believe because Sasaki is right. Poseidon's choice to live a life of emotionless solitude in the ocean is a lonely existence.
As we can see in a few flashbacks with Hades, Poseidon does love his brothers, but the incredibly salty kind, more of an indirect piece of acknowledgment. We know he respects Hades on some level of notice, but Poseidon can't express it the way brothers are morally accepted to do.
Family naturally preaches love for each other because it's natural, its moral, and healthy. That love brings a family together, good or evil, it brings a deeply connected happiness. Family just know to love each other, since who else are expected to be there for you your entire life?
Poseidon does none of those things. That personal depth of understandable and emotionally unconditional attachment is foreign to his level. I don't think he ever told anyone or his own brothers that he loved them, nor do I think he actually can.
We can tell he has problems with people, normal or otherwise. He is unempathetic and carries inside him a sort of dullness during the youngest centuries of his childhood. Murder is a common occurrence to Poseidon. He cares not who or what he maims, whether or not because he really wanted to or if they were actually in the way of his goals. He also seems to take sadistic delight in causing pain.
This made me wonder if this makes him autistic as well, and he may very well be since he shows traits on the autism spectrum.
He is absolutely insensitive. His narcissism comes into play here too; he feels nothing for his fellow gods, is lacking in proper emotions, and has no decent social skills. He actively prefers to not care about anything, not even his supporters.
Poseidon doesn't bother to sympathize in thoughts and the hearts of others, as he can't envision himself in another's shoes except his own. He shows little to no interest in anything else than what else lays in his role as god of the sea.
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The fun thing about my rewrite is that I can have aphmau mass murder so many people and it’ll be fine because she’s giving off girlboss energy whilst she does it
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gyubby99 · 6 months
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It has dawned to me how unbothered *most* men are
because I've had my dad's uncle just now come home, really irritated and tired (irritated for some reason) and somehow called for me to open the locked screen door. So I got up, but before I even took a second step he complained, angrily telling me to open it faster. I told him to wait because I just got up from the chair.
And then he complained, "why do you even lock this screen door?!"
I was baffled. He and his son were the only men of the house. His son is away to give my aunt company while going through serious debt issues, and he went out to buy some stuff and close up his wife's store.
So without the men in the house we were all women, and it was very dark outside. Very. Very dark. That complaint baffled me because.. doesn't he understand that we worry for our safety? We, as women and human beings have concern for ourselves and other people in this house and mind you, it is DARK outside. Someone could sneak in and get away with it because we couldn't almost see what was happening outside from the screen door, so we lock it just in case.
He had to ask that.. because he was irritated that he had to carry stuff while briefly waiting for me to open the door, not thinking about our concern for someone else easily sneaking in our home and who knows what that could do? Mind you, there was a murder in our very exact hometown back in July and the vile brutality of it was enough to make us aware and always make sure we are SAFE. And yes, the victim was a woman and the culprit SNUCK IN to her boarding house. he knows that. He is AWARE of that. Yet he asks why we are so protective of our home and how it's not that big of a deal.. it baffles me. It baffles me how we think so much differently from him.
I don't know.. I could be dramatic and could be overreacting but something just dawned to me.
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rose-the-witch1 · 10 months
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you guys wanna hear my animal crossing murder story
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