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Thank you!

Yeah I haven't seen much for him either so I'll be the first haha (but to be clear I don't wanna erase his relationship with Blue, so he'll be in this scenario too)

.......

Being the only other worker in Flower King had its pros and cons. On one hand, you got to enjoy organizing the flowers and selling them to the residents of Hometown. Plus, your boss was super nice.

On the other hand...you offering to stay and help him clean up after the Festival ended with you being transported into the Dark World, a place that you've overheard him mention in the past.

Well, he was right. It really does exist. You used to think he was..going off the deep end, looking for ways to cope with the tragedy of Dess' disappearance and the end of his marriage, which didn't help matters as he insisted on keeping his wedding bouquet alive.

But now that you were here, you had countless questions: where was he? Would he find the answers he sought after? And why were you dressed like you're on a DnD campaign?????

Yet the more you explored, the more you realized just how....beautiful this place was, and how colorful its residents were--all of whom resembled different things within the shop. From terracotta pots to actual flowers.

Among them included a man who looked like your average cowboy or sheriff, who you found ironically locked in jail. He looked pretty sad, like he was guilty over doing something truly terrible.

"Hey, um..." You tap on the bars. "Are you okay?"

"Nuh-uh. Don't go wastin' yer breath on this no-good-rott'n criminell." He lamented in a thick Texan accent, the brim of his hat hiding his face. "I'm right where I belon'. Feel free ta leave before I become a bad influence to ya too."

Leaving him didn't seem like a good idea, so instead you sat down in front of him. "Criminal? You? Who says?"

"...me."

"....so you put yourself in here?"

"That's right. For the crime of conspirin' to steal the Dark Fountain and lettin' Asgore's dream come to an end." He sniffles.

You blinked. 'Wow...I guess he was right about that too. It does exist somewhere here.'

"Well....how do you go about stealing a whole Fountain?" You asked him, to which he seemed...unsure of how he'd execute such a plan. Or why he'd want to steal the very river that gave him and this world life.

As soon as he saw the logic behind your questions, he began to cheer up a little and allowed the jail bars to open......before slamming them back down as he realized he was tricked by somebody who was only joking about him stealing the Fountain, convinced it's "criminell" for him to be so gullible.

You sigh and lifted them up yourself, and it's only then does he take a look at your face and recognize you, gasping.

"Y....You....! You're....!! You're [y/n], aren't'cha?"

"Wait, you..know me?"

"Know ya?? Why...we've known ya all these years!" The cowboy jumps to his feet, all smiles as he tips his hat back. "Name's Yellow. Ya helped Blue an' I grow closer together. Realize our feelin's for each other. 's...an honor to meet ya. Sorry I didn't leave th' best first impression..hehe." He blushed as he spoke the name of this other flower you've had yet to meet.

Suddenly, he had forgotten all about his jail sentence, instead opting to accompany you throughout the Castle while searching for Blue.

Only now you remember....you did arrange Asgore's wedding bouquet in a specific way so that the colors complimented each other: orange and green, purple and aqua, yellow and blue, and a golden flower in the center.

It's been so long, you have forgotten. But these flowers apparently didn't. Especially not Yellow.

Speaking of whom, you notice he's gotten...quite attached to you. Never leaving your side, protecting you from the tricky Netskie who tried leading you away, impressing you with his sharpshooting skills, taking you to Green's cafe to eat, etc..

It's basically everything Flowery was doing for Asgore at the time (unbeknownst to you), but you highly doubt it's a date since he kept mentioning Blue's name, and it was apparent they were already in love.

He's just being polite and friendly (although occasionally you'd have to redirect his negative thoughts before they spiraled).

Eventually you met his partner, a sweet and kindhearted dancer who spoke with such elegance and integrity, with Yellow proudly introducing you like he just discovered gold.

"Why, hello there. It's nice to finally put a face to the name of our matchmaker." Blue chuckles. "I had been worried that my dear Yellow had gotten himself into trouble again." He hummed. "But I see he's quite alright now."

"Ahaha..yea, erm...they've...broken me outta prison again." The cowboy smiles sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "Helped me see the "logic" in things. That sorta stuff."

You just smile as well, glad that your small actions in the Light World ended up making a meaningful impact here in the Dark World.

You spent the rest of the evening hanging out with the two, before realizing that you still haven't seen your boss anywhere.

They both assured you that Flowery, their leader and friend, was keeping him company and was perfectly safe....although you still excused yourself to try and make a phone call, not knowing cellular services weren't possible in the Dark World.

Meanwhile, Blue notices the way Yellow seemed...sad about you leaving, even for a few minutes.

"You seem quite enamored by their presence, and honestly? I do not blame you one bit." He teases, to which the cowboy whirls back around and sputters, realizing he's been caught in a trance.

"Huh?? What??? Whaaat??? No way!! The only one who "enarmors" me 'round here is you, Blue! If I ever go fallin' in love with someone other than you, strike me down an' tie me to the railroad tracks! Please."

"Oh, Yellow. I could never do that to you. For I share the same sentiment." The dancer sighs wistfully. "They are a lovely human being, but...they look awful lonely, no?"

"Y-Yeah, seems so. They got themselves all wrapped up in findin' Asgore's whereabouts....but I wish they'd stay so we could show 'em how much they mean to us, ya know?"

"I hear you. And so does Mr. Butterfly." An idea dawns on Blue, and he smiles. "Darling, perhaps if you are open to it, and if they are willing, we could...."

He needn't finish his proposal, as Yellow jumped to his feet and grinned.

Commissioned by @dumbdoggygirl

Bunny Hybrid x Puppy Hybrid!Reader

warnings: breeding, knotting, pregnancy sex, pheromones, lactation, cervix kiss

summary: Bunny hybrid Momo stands up to a wolf hybrid and walks you home. The two of you become friends then start dating, but when you go into heat you’re afraid he might not be able to keep up with your puppy hybrid stamina. Little did you know, the saying “breeding like rabbits” was very accurate…

Word count: 5k words

You have had trouble trusting people lately. Male hybrids only wanted one thing, and that was mating.

The thought was always in the back of your mind when you went out into town or wandered back home a bit too late at night. If you didn’t keep yourself safe, no one would.

This was all before you met him.

It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to pick up something sweet before going home to your little cottage in the woods. It was always a bit scary coming home from work, especially when the moon wasn’t able to guide your way due to the fluffy clouds blocking it.

You were planning on plopping down on your soft, warm bed and passing out as soon as you walked in your door… but fate had something else in mind.

Deadpool x Batsis!Spider-Woman! Reader

Inspired by this ask that I received in response to this post!!!

A/N: trying to write a Deadpool that isn’t insanely inappropriate is really hard guys…some suggestive parts so 18+

NOT PROOFREAD—like at all, so bear with me

“You want me to meet your family?”

“Oh no, absolutely not. I definitely do not want you to meet my family.” You sit up, sending him a pointed look as he pulls a shirt on—for once too distracted by your anxiety to stare. “Wade, I cannot stress this enough.”

“Uh oh.” His playful smile drops as he avoids your gaze.

“What do you mean uh oh?” You speak slowly, attempting to calm your racing heart. “Wade?”

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Obviously the bad news.” You feel like you’re gonna throw up, the increasing pounding in your head not helping.

“There is no bad news!”

“Wade.”

“Nope, gotta go. Bad guys to kill. I’ll swing by your place later! Or actually, you’ll be doing most of the swinging.” He mimes your webshooters as you stare at him in horror.

“Wade, what’s the bad news?” You call after him, rushing towards the window as he jumps out. “Wade!”

He ignores you, snapping his arm back into place as he stands at the bottom of the alley. He blows you a kiss before darting around the corner.

“Freaks.” The old woman in the apartment mutters, glowering at you, making you quickly duck back into the apartment and slam the window, cheeks flushing.

What has he done now?

—

Wade successfully avoided you all day, up until patrol that night.

“Spidey.” He sing-songs, covering your eyes with his hands. “Guess who.”

You roll your eyes beneath the mask, laughing softly. “Gee, I wonder. Wow, this is really hard.”

“You know what else is—”

“Deadpool.” You mutter. “Now really isn’t the time.

“Yay! You guessed it!” You can tell he’s grinning beneath the mask by the sound of his voice. “How’d you know?”

Sending him a sideways look as he finally removes his hands from your eyes, “Spidey Sense.”

“You’re so weird!” He laughs, leaning against you back, forcing you to support his entire body weight.

You groan but you don’t actually mind, appreciating the closeness. “Wade?”

“Yes, honey bunches?”

Wrinkling your nose, you shake your head. “Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, sugar plum.”

“Too out of season.”

“So I can call you that during winter? Score!”

“If it would make you happy.”

“It would.” He pretends to wipe a tear, “It really would.”

“Whatever. Wade—we need to talk.”

“Ooh that sounds serious.”

“It is.”

“Oh. Like taking-down-a-trafficking-ring serious or you-forgot-your-key-at-my-place serious?”

“More like you’re-hiding-things-from-me serious.”

“Oh.” He goes quiet for what you think is the first time since you met him three years ago.

“Well? Anything you wanna tell me?”

He inhales dramatically before spewing out his words as fast as he can. “After you told me how much you miss your family, I may or may not have asked your aunt for your dad’s phone number. And she may or may not have given me the house phone instead on accident and I called and asked to set up a family dinner.” He pauses before adding, “Hypothetically, of course.”

You blink at him, trying to process his words. “You called my dad?”

He shakes his head rapidly, making you grimace as he still seems to be treating this like a joke. “No, I talked to the butler.”

You lean back to stare at him, this time not in a wow-I-wish-you’d-kiss-me way and instead in a how-could-you-do-this-to-me way.

“And you set up a family dinner?”

He shrinks in on himself, losing his confidence as you speak. “Yes?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “You shouldn’t have done that. I told you I don’t want—”

“That you don’t want me to meet them, I know. And trust me, I’m well aware of how that would go. You’re embarrassed by me, I get it.”

“No, Wade, I’m not embarrassed by you. Why would you think that?”

“Of course you’re embarrassed! Who wouldn’t be? I’m not exactly the guy anyone wants dating their daughter.”

“You really think I care what they think of you? You think that little of me? I love you! So it doesn’t matter. What matters is you went behind my back and didn’t even think to tell me!”

“I wouldn’t have to go behind your back if you’d just introduce me to them!”

You groan, clutching your head as you fight off a headache. “You’re not getting it! Of course I want you to meet my family. And that my Aunt! Just her. Okay? I haven’t seen my dad in two years, and I haven’t talked to him in even longer. They don’t matter.”

“Of course they matter! You told me how much you miss them. I just thought I’d reach out for you, so you didn’t have to. And I was going to tell you this morning, but then you freaked out at me.”

“I did not freak out at you.” You gasp, crossing your arms.

“You kinda did.” His voice pitches as he pinches his pointer and thumb together.

“Whatever. You still should’ve told me. And you shouldn’t have done anything before asking.”

“Okay, never again. Well, maybe again. But I’ll do my best.”

“Wade.” You sigh as his arms wrap around your waist.

“Am I forgiven?”

“For now. But we will be talking about how you thought I was embarrassed by you.”

His arms freeze around you as he looks away.

Before you can make sense of what’s happening, he’s throwing a used napkin at your face. “Memory wipe!” And jumping off the roof.

You wince, hearing something crack as he hits the ground. “I’m okay!” He shouts up and you can only sigh as he disappears into the distance.

You were definitely talking about that later.

—

“Baby. Pumpkin? Sugarplum? Wait, you said no to that one. Does that mean Pumpkin should also be seasonal? What about sweetheart, is that just for Valentine’s Day?”

You hear Wade continue muttering his questions through the bathroom door.

Despite telling him he’s forgiven, he’s definitely not feeling like he is when you shut the door to brush your teeth. Maybe the memory wipe was too much…

“Honey?” He knocks on the door, face smushed against it.

“Yes, dear?” You answer sarcastically, finally opening the door, making him fall towards you.

Your hands shoot out to steady him, tooothbrush hanging lazily from your mouth.

His eyes zero in on it as he leans towards you, “I wish that was me.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

“Wade.”

“Right! So dinner is tomorrow at—”

“Tomorrow?!”

“Yes, tomorrow. And—”

“Dinner is tomorrow? I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Would you stop cutting me off, woman?” He falters under your glare, immediately regretting his words. Clearing his throat, “I mean, may I continue to speak, love of my life, keyholder to my apartment, prettiest woman I’ve ever seen?”

“I’ll allow it.” You stop, crossing your arms. He lets out a tense breath.

“Phew! Narrowly missed that one…”

“Wade.” You warn and he waves you off.

“Right, right. Anyways, dinner is tomorrow. Alfred—that’s the butler, right? Or was I talking to the cat named Alfred?”

“I can’t imagine you were talking to the cat.”

“Yeah, but it would be cooler if I was.”

“Uh huh.”

He takes the hint, continuing his previous words. “He said to be there at five.”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead in an attempt to stop the pounding feeling. “Okay. Do you want to take the train or drive?”

“Do you think they’d send a limo?”

“I really wouldn’t put it past them.”

“Awesome!”

“Not gonna happen. We can take your bike.”

“No! I need to keep my clothes clean. First impressions matter, you know.”

You hum, turning back to start brushing again as he continues behind you.

“Dopinder can drive us!”

“There’s no way he’s going to drive us to Gotham. And I wouldn’t want him to. The guy would get eaten alive. Literally.”

“He’ll be fine! Plus he owes me!”

“Why in the world would he owe you? He drives you wherever you want!”

“I gave him girl advice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! He came to me, super upset about Gita leaving him for his cousin. Again. So I gave him some advice!”

“Good advice?” You laugh, shaking your head as he sits on the counter, wrapping his legs around your torso.

“Of course was good advice! I’m a real hit with the ladies, if you know what I mean. I’ve got plenty of experience.” He grins widely, leaning back against the mirror.

Your freeze, meeting his gaze with a raised brow. “Really? You’re a hit with the ladies?”

“That came out wrong!” He squeaks, legs tightening around you as you huff. He clings to you.

“Plenty of experience?” You repeat his words back to him as he blanches.

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Well, I really mean the next thing I’m gonna say.” You pick his arms and legs off from around you as you step back. Leaning in, this time freed from his grasp, you whisper in his ear. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”

You boop his nose with your pointer finger and spin out of the bathroom. He calls after you but you just shut the bathroom door with a shake of your head.

Lots of experience…well, he can experience sleeping alone.

—

You wake up to your spider sense going off. Peeking an eye open, you find yourself face to face with your boyfriend. Or rather, his mask.

“Babe.” He sighs dramatically, slumping on top of you. You groan, pushing him off the bed but he just climbs back up.

“Go away.” You grumble, looking away from him.

“Look, I’m sorry.”

You shove your head under your pillow to get away from him.

He whines, pushing his face into your stomach. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Let me sleep.”

“I can’t! I need you to forgive me. For real this time! I couldn’t sleep all night. I just sat at the foot of the bed and watched you sleep.”

“That’s so weird, Wade.”

“You make me weird. And feel weird. Especially down—”

“Wade.” You sigh, peeking at him. “Fine.”

“Good!” He sits up, straddling your waist. “We’ll do lunch together to battle plan for tonight.”

“Right…tonight.” You trail off, sighing again. “And I can’t do lunch. I’m covering the mayor’s speech. Jameson wants a report on his desk tomorrow morning.”

Wade studies you for a minute before responding in a much more serious voice.

“We don’t have to go.”

“We do.” You send him a pointed look, “I want to. I just…”

He rubs your shoulder in what you assume is an attempt to soothe you, but he ends up slipping his hand down to grope you.

“Wade.” You try to keep a straight face but can’t help the way your lips tug up at the corners.

“Sorry, I missed you.” He shrugs, grinning at you.

“I’m serious.” You shake your head. “This will be my first time seeing them since…”

“Joker killed your brother?”

“Since he came back and no one decided to tell me.”

“So a couple years after he killed your brother?” He clarifies, trying to make sense of the timeline. “Am I supposed to know this?”

“No.”

“Okay.” He nods, gloved fingers trailing along your sides. “I bought you a dress.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t wanna take my bike. Didn’t need everyone seeing your…”

“Okay, I get it.”

“Did that work? I was trying to distract you.” He nudged your jaw with his nose, fingers gripping your sides like he was trying to seep himself into you.

“It did until you mentioned it.”

He curses loudly, rolling off of you. “It’s in a box under the bed.” He kisses you roughly through his mask, making you giggle. “Now that that’s done, I’ve got some bad guys to kill. Love you, snookums!” And then he was diving out the window again.

Can’t he ever use the door?

—

At 4 p.m. sharp, Dopinder parked in front of your apartment.

You huffed, hurrying down to meet him. He unlocks the doors, allowing you to slide into the backseat.

“He said he just has one more thing to do before coming, but he insists he’ll be there on time.”

Sighing again, you hop out of the car to move to the passenger seat.

“What is with the two of you doing that?” Dopinder mutters, shaking his head as he pulls back into the traffic-filled street.

“You don’t have to drive to Gotham, you know.”

He slams on the breaks. “Gotham?! He was going to have me drive to Gotham?! No way! Get out.”

He pulls over, waving away the $20 you shove towards him. “Nuh uh! It’s bad enough I’m not driving you. If he finds out I accepted money? He’s going to kill me.” He mutters, shooting you a worried look.

“It’s fine. I won’t tell him.”

“He’ll know.”

“I’ll cover for you.”

“Okay. You should go now.”

“Bye, Dopinder.”

“Goodbye.”

He speeds off, leaving you to shake your head at the retreating taxi, only to laugh at him getting stuck in traffic again.

You tug at the bottom of your dress, suddenly feeling even more uncomfortable than you did before.

Webshooters or subway? Whichever one you choose, you’re sure you’ll get caught up in stopping some sort of crime that will inevitably make you late, and subsequently cause your family to dislike you even more.

“Webshooters it is.” You mumble to yourself, heading back to your apartment to change into your suit.

—

By the time you got to the manor, Wade still hadn’t arrived.

5:34

You grimace at the time, double checking the clock like it would somehow change. No such luck.

Where are you, Wade? You look around, rocking on your feet anxiously.

“Ms. Wayne, glad you could make it. Let me take your coat.” Alfred opens the door with a polite smile.

You flush, stepping past him as you enter. “Parker.” You correct, having already given up on him using your first name. The only time he’d ever done so, was when he comforted you at Jason’s funeral after your dad announced he was sending you to live with your Aunt and Uncle in New York.

You push away the memory as Alfred leads you towards the dining room.

Your breathe hitches as everyone’s eyes land on you.

Clearing your throat, “Sorry I’m late. Traffic’s pretty bad.”

Damian scoffs, “You could’ve told someone. It’s not like we have all the time in the world to wait around for you.”

“Damian.” Your father hisses, effectively shushing him before he turns to you. “I’m glad you could make it.”

You shoot back an halfhearted smile as you take a seat next to Dick, leaving only an empty seat on your other side.

“I thought your boyfriend was coming.”

“Uh, he’s supposed to but he got caught up with work.”

Several eyes study you, causing you to straighten.

“What does he do?” Tim asks, not even attempting to conceal his curiosity.

“Uhhh.” You trail off, cursing yourself for not coming up with a cover story. What are you supposed to say? My boyfriend is a mercenary?

Like that would go over well.

Dick clears his throat, sensing your discomfort. “It’s been awhile. How have you been? What have you been up to?”

“Not much. I’m still working for the Bugle.”

“The what?”

“The Daily Bugle?” You frown, has your family seriously not even bothered to check up on you? Or even listen to you the last time you were here?

Wow.

Your stomach flips as you look towards the door. Maybe you should just leave.

You’re interrupted from your escape plot as Alfred approaches again. “Is he still coming?”

“Last I heard, yes. But we should just get started.”

“Finally.” Damian grumbled, wincing as Tim kicked his shin beneath the table. “Whatever.”

“Sorry.” Your cheeks burn as you duck your head.

“It’s really not a problem.” Bruce insists, shooting a glare at him other children.

They grumble beneath his gaze.

Your phone dings in your purse and you whip it out with a relieved sigh once you see Wade’s name appear on the screen.

Here.

You allow yourself to relax a little as you stand, clearing your throat. “He’s uh, here. I’ll go let him in.”

Several curious gazes follow you out the door and you can sense them coming after you as you walk through the entryway.

Sighing, your hand wraps around the handle. You just want to see Wade. He always knows how to make you less…anxious.

Your first real smile of the night crosses your face as you open the door, only to drop as you spot who is on the side.

Your wonderful, thoughtful, loving, idiot of a boyfriend is standing on The Batman’s—a man who is notoriously against killing—porch, in his full Deadpool suit.

You’re not sure if the tuxedo over it makes it better or worse.

Worse. Definitely worse.

You gape at him as he steps up to wrap his arms around you. “Hi, Honey Bear.”

You’re speechless as he spins you around, entering the manor.

Your entire family stares at him, frozen in place as they take in the sight of you next to the known mercenary.

“You smell like blood.” You hiss at him.

He whispers back to you, not caring how loud he’s being, “And you smell like everything I hold dear in the world.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“That won’t keep me away.”

“You’re insane.”

“You’re breathtaking. I mean, really. I did a great job picking out that dress. Maybe next time you can wear it when we—”

“Shut up. Shut up. Just stop talking.”

Your warning came a little late as your family moves into action again, all at once.

Jason’s pulling out a gun while Damian unsheaths his swords. Tim’s Bo Staff is drawn almost as fast, Dick’s Escrima Sticks following shortly after. You don’t even bat an eye at Duke’s glowing hands.

“Boys!” Alfred’s voice cuts in sharply. “Might I remind you that this is the first time she’s been home in over two years, and that she’s only here because of him. Put your weapons away and return to the dining room this instant.”

Their weapons are slowly placed back where they were pulled from, each concealed from sight.

You let out a breath as they stalk off to the dining room, shooting various glances back at you and Wade.

As soon as your father follows the rest of his kids back towards the table, dining room door shutting firmly behind him, Alfred turns to you.

You ignore the listening ears on the other side of the door as he speaks.

“I did mean what I said earlier, I am glad you could make it. I’d also be glad if you returned, hopefully sooner than two years this time.” He turns to greet your boyfriend, sighing. “Good luck.”

With that, he turns away from you, and follows the direction your family went, leaving you alone with Wade.

You turn back towards him, swatting his arm. “What are you wearing?”

He pretends your hit hurt, although, maybe it did. Super strength and all. “Ow, woman. I’m wearing a tuxedo? I borrowed it from Daredevil. Do you like it? Hopefully you don’t like it that much, seeing as it’s another man’s. But if you like it, I can get my own.”

“No, I mean your suit!”

“Yeah, the tux?”

“Obviously the other one, Wade.” You huff, pinching your nose as the throbbing returns to your head. “Deadpool? Really? You couldn’t leave it alone for one night?”

“Why wouldn’t I wear it? You’d rather they see what’s under it? Normally I wouldn’t mind taking my clothes off around you but i think it would be kind of weird with your family—”

You sigh and he relents. “I’m sorry, okay?” He continues, hands rubbing up and down your arms. “I am taking this seriously, just…trying to lighten the mood.”

“Whatever. The damage is already done. They know you’re a mercenary.”

“I think they’d know either way, it’s not like my identity is that private. Especially not from The Worlds Greatest Detective’s.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping to get one meal under our belts before they realized.” You sigh, leaning into him.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead through his mask before smirking, “That’s not what I’m interested in under your belt.”

“Wade, I will leave right now and let them kill you. I mean it.”

“I’d happily die if it means you’ll feel bad later and spend the rest of the night kissing me to apologize.”

“That is so not happening.”

“That you know of.”

“It’s not gonna happen.”

“You’ll change your mind once you see how much I’m going to impress your family.”

“More like depress my family.”

He laughs loudly, intertwine his fingers in yours as he swings your arm back and forth. “That’s was a good one.”

“Let’s just get this over with.” You sigh, words contradicting your actions as you slow your pace.

Wade ignores your protests as he drags you towards the dining room.

You almost wish that no weapons would be drawn during dinner.

But you know better than that.

—

Dinner is a very tense affair. Eyes studying the two of you, but mainly Wade, as you try to eat.

Your stomach churns anxiously as Cass questions your boyfriend.

“How long have you been doing this?” This being mercenary work.

“Not long enough!” He answers cheerfully, shoving the rest of a partially eaten roll into his mouth as you sigh.

Cass grimaces, lip curling in disapproval at his response.

You spend the rest of the meal avoiding your father’s gaze, knowing how upset he is. And his anger seems to be growing by the second.

Even Jason, who is transparent in his views regarding killing, seems to hate Deadpool.

That fact makes you want to slam your head into the table repeatedly. You’re tempted to, even if it would just knock you out until the meal is over.

Glancing at the clock that reads 6:13, you groan audibly. As everyone turns to face you, you sink further into your seat. You peer at their plates, almost all of which haven’t been touched, as they’ve been too busy interrogating Wade.

He rubs your back soothingly, “We can go home soon, we’re almost done here anyways.” He coos in your ear.

A glass shatters at the end of the table, blood dripping slowly from the cuts in your father’s hand as he stands.

“I would like to talk to you. In my office. Now.”

Wade leans over, hand squeezing yours beneath the table—making sure his support is known. He smiles teasingly as he taunts you. “Oooh, someone’s in trouble.”

“Wade.” You moan, pushing his hand away. “Stop it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He salutes with his now-free hand.

You huff at him, casting a look back at the table once more before you leave.

—

The halls are quiet, only the sound of the clock ticking at the other end and the hushed shouts from the dining room can be heard.

Shaking your hands in an attempt to gain the confidence to get through this conversation, you knock on your father’s office door.

“Come in.” His voice is tense and you have to fight back the urge to run away.

It’s been two years since you’ve spoken to him. This can’t wait any longer.

He stares at you, waiting to see if you’ll crack first. You don’t.

He trained you better than that.

“Is this some kind of cry for attention?” His words are callous, cutting you as you realize he really doesn’t know you at all.

You scoff, looking away so he doesn’t see how much his words are affecting you. “Why would I want your attention?”

He frowns at you, glaring as if you’re one of the criminals he fights every night. “Is it your way of getting back at me for sending you to live with your Aunt?”

“No!” You answer quickly, skin flushing at the accusation. “I love him.”

“He’s a murderer. Worse, actually. He’s a mercenary. He kills people for money.” He pauses, gaze cold. “Then that’s why you’re with him. You need money since I’m not funding your lifestyle anymore. If you need help, money, whatever, I’m happy to give it to you. You don’t need to resort to such childish tactics to get it.”

You stand up, kicking away from the desk at his words. “How dare you?!” You seethe, stalking towards the door. He stands up quickly. “I don’t want anything from you. Not money, not help, not family.”

Before he can stop you, you’re already stomping towards the dining room. “Wade, c’mon, it’s time to go.”

Your words seem to fall flat as your eyes lock onto the scene in front of you.

Damian stands in front of your boyfriend with two blood soaked katanas while Dick attempts to pull him back.

Jason watches lazily while everyone else stares on in varying degrees of horror.

Wade turns to look at you, “Oh, hi, Sweet Pea. I’ll be ready in just a second!” He turns back to look for his now disconnected arm. He laughs in delight as he finds it underneath the table.

He picks it up and tucks it beneath his arm as he turns back to offer you his hand. “All ready!”

He glances at the tears welling up in your eyes before quickly whisking you towards the front door. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He murmurs, making sure your family can’t catch a glimpse of your tears. “Dopinder is waiting down the street.”

You laugh, the sound coming out crackly through your tears as he shuts the door behind you. His hands tremble as they guide you down the street.

“Let’s get you home, okay?”

—

When you wake up the next morning, you’re tempted to write it off as a dream. Unfortunately, the mascara stains on your pillow tell you otherwise.

“Good morning, Sugar Booger.”

You groan, throwing a pillow at the offending voice as Wade settles onto the bed beside you. His fingers trail lazily across your back as you sit up.

“That name sucks.”

“But it’s funny.”

You pause for a moment, forehead dropping against his shoulder before you laugh. “Yeah, it is.”

“Yeah, it is!” He smiles, rubbing your back soothingly. His voice softens, “I’m sorry.”

“About what?” Your voice cracks, making you less yourself closer to him. As his arms wind around you, you note that his arm has been reattached—or that it’s grown back.

“About yesterday. I shouldn’t have set up dinner. I really didn’t think it would be so…awful.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “You sure you weren’t just trying to get back at me for hiding you from my family?”

He scoffs, lips brushing against your shoulder. “Oh, please. Like you could keep me away.” His voice lowers, “I wouldn’t do that to you. Really. I need you to understand that. I’d never do something to hurt you like that.”

“I know, Wade. I was only joking. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry for hiding you. But I really did mean what I said about my Aunt being the only family that matters. And…she loves you.”

“She does, doesn’t she? That reminds me, I need to cancel our book club meeting tonight.”

You snicker, pressing a kiss against the exposed skin between his mask and collar. “You have a book club?”

“Yes. And we’re reading Agatha Christie, FYI.”

“Did you just say FYI? Who uses acronyms in real life?” You laugh at the way he gasps.

“I do! Also, BTW, you have mascara on your face LOL.”

You laugh harder at that, pushing him away but he clings to you, wrapping his legs around you also for extra support. “Stop, nobody talks like that!”

“Yes, they do.”

“Who is they?”

“Me and at least 72 other people.”

“That’s…oddly specific, Wade.”

“There’s a Reddit forum and everything.”

“Uh huh. Anyways, I need to get to work. I have that report due.”

“Already sent it in.”

“What?”

“I emailed it to your boss and called out sick.”

“You didn’t have to do that. I’m fine. Really.”

“Uh huh.” He repeats your previous words. “Your pillow and the fact that you’re still wearing the same dress as yesterday says otherwise.”

“I’m not.” You look down, frowning at your attire of one of Wade’s old hoodies and a pair of his boxers.

“You’re right, you’re not. Because I made sure you were comfortable before going to sleep. Because I’m a good boyfriend that you should not break up with for calling your dad once again.”

“What?!”

He retracts his arms as you pull away from him, slapping a hand over your eyes as you groan.

“In my defense, you were so upset that you threw up in Dopinder’s Taxi last night. So I called your dad to find out what he said. He feels awful, you know.”

You peek through your fingers at him, “He said that?”

“No, but I could sense it.”

“Wade!” You moan, “You said you wouldn’t do that anymore!”

“If I remember correctly, I said if maybe again but that I’d try my best.” He rubs his neck sheepishly as you glower at him.

“You’re so much.”

“You love me though?”

“Unfortunately.” You mumble, turning away from him. Sensing his excitement, you fight the urge to smile as he wraps his arms and legs around you, securing you against him.

He breaths out a relieved sigh as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “I’m even taking today off to spend it with you.”

“Fine. But you need to change out of your suit. It still smells like blood.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He hops out of bed, pretending to salute, before stumbling towards the closet.

You bite back a laugh at the way he trips over his feet to appease you.

“Wade?”

“Yes, goober?”

You sigh at the moniker, knowing he’ll take your annoyance and continue using it. “Do you want to get me breakfast from that place on the corner?”

“Please, I’m not an amateur!” He scoffs before winking at you playfully. “I already got it, it’s in the kitchen.”

You hum, staring appreciatively at his back as he tugs his suit off.

Breakfast and a show.

—

Two days later, you and Wade are sitting on the couch, happily making fun of the contestants on Wipe Out when a knock rings out against the door.

You peek up at him but he shakes his head, signaling he’s not expecting anyone. You stand, moving towards the door.

Before you can stop him, he’s pulling out his katanas as he follows you. You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you swing the door open.

Your mouth drops as your eyes land on every single member of your family. “What are you guys…?”

You trail off as you hear the blades sheathing behind you.

“We wanted to talk. And also…apologize,” the word comes out of your father’s mouth as if it’s painful, “for what happened the other night.”

“Okay.” You cross your arms, standing your ground. After many discussions with Wade about what happened, you settled on never speaking to them again.

Which is working out really well for you so far.

“Can we come in?” Dick asks, making you look at their current predicament. The hallways is quite small, making all of them quick together—Jason’s towering form not helping.

“Fine.” You relent, wandering further into the apartment, leaving Wade to shut the door behind them.

“This is where you live?” Tim paused, “It’s…nice.”

“It’s terrible.” You counter, glaring at the younger man. He flushes beneath your stare. “But it’s mine. That I paid for.”

“Right.” Your father starts, “Can we talk? Somewhere private.”

“I’d rather we didn’t.”

He nods harshly, accepting your words.

“Are you guys hungry? We have a variety of highly sought after snacks. Including, but not limited to, pop tarts.”

You turn to him, frowning. “No we don’t. Thor ate the last of them.”

“Oh, then not including pop tarts.”

“Whatever.” You wave him off, “What do you guys want?”

“Hopefully not a pop tart.” Wade adds, making you glare at him too. He holds his hands up in surrender at your look. “Sorry. Hopefully you want a pop tart?”

“Wade!” He presses a kiss to your shoulder before ducking past you.

“I’ll just…be over here.”

You huff, pinching your nose as you turn back to your family. “Look, we didn’t talk for two years and honestly, it should’ve continued. It was a mistake to do dinner, and it was a mistake for me to go back to Gotham. I think we should all just forget about it entirely.”

Dick frowns at you, hands twitching like they want to reach for you. “It wasn’t a mistake. We messed up, but we really were glad to see you. Even if we didn’t do a good job showing ut.”

“That’s an understatement.” He winces at your words as you groan. “Look, I don’t want this, okay? Just go.”

“We can’t! We should’ve reached out a lot sooner.”

“You should’ve done a lot more than reach out.”

“Yes, we should’ve. But we didn’t, and we can’t change that. But we can do better now, you just have to give us a chance.”

“No, I don’t have to give you anything.” You insist. “I want you to leave.”

“We’re not going to.” Jason speaks up, crossing his arms.

“What?” Your eyebrows pinch together in surprise.

“We’re not leaving. And we’re not leaving you here with him.”

Your fists clench at your sides, anger rising in your chest. You attempt to push it down but some still seeps out. “Get out of my apartment or I’ll make you.”

“Yeah right.”

“Look, you guys feel bad now? So what! You had two whole years to feel bad.”

Dick frowns as you rage at Jason. “We’re turning to make things better now. Anyways, what happened? We could’ve reached out, but so could you. Why didn’t you?”

You scoff, gaping at him. “Are you serious? You couldn’t even find the time to tell me that my brother was alive, so why would I make any effort at all to speak to you?”

He falters, opening his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. You continue. “And now, you’re trying to make things better? He cut my boyfriend’s arm off! That is so far from making things better!”

Damian scoffs, “I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t know it would grow back.”

“That’s not the point! The point is that you want to be privy to every aspect of my life, without me knowing anything about any of yours. That’s not fair!” You cry, “I can’t live with that.”

Your father finally speaks up again, reaching towards you. You step back, Wade’s arms steadying you.

“I’m sorry about what I said. I shouldn’t have assumed…” He trails off, eyeing your boyfriend. “I know we’ve messed up, I know I’ve messed up, but I want to fix things. I know it won’t happen immediately, or maybe even at all, but I’d like to try.”

Your breathing slows as you match your heartbeat to Wade’s. Peering up at your father through your tears, you consider his words.

“Don’t expect anything.” You say, deciding that’s all you can say at the moment, before you shut yourself away in your room.

You can hear your family leaving the apartment; Wade shooing them out as you cry.

You also hear your father saying something to your boyfriend before he leaves, but you can’t quite make it out.

—

“LOML.”

“Did you just abbreviate Love of My Life?”

“Yes, I did abbreviate, also, glad to hear I’m the love of your life.”

You huff a laugh into his neck as he collapses on top of you. “You’re heavy.”

He gasps, feigning offense. “Are you calling me fat?!”

He can’t keep up the act for long before he’s snickering into your shoulder. You swat at him as you roll your eyes.

“Whatever.”

He licks your neck, making you gasp in surprise as he laughs harder. “Anyways, wanna hear what I was going to say before you distracted me with your insults?”

“One insult, that I didn’t even say.”

He shushes you, voice growing more serious. You raise an eyebrow for him to continue but he waved you off, claiming he’s building suspense.

“I ordered a pizza.”

“Really?” You sit up, gasping excitedly as he nods.

“A couple actually.”

You grin widely at that, tangling your fingers in his collar and tugging him closer to you. You peel his mask off his face, bunching it up right above his nose, as you press your lips against his.

“That’s so hot.”

“I’m gonna have to order pizza more.” He says the words, lips still pressed against yours.

You just giggle, tugging him closer to you.

—

Almost a full week later, after several conversations with Wade to hype yourself up, you find yourself staring down the secretary outside your father’s office.

“He’s my dad?” You insist but she just shakes her head.

“I’ve met his kids, and you’re not one of them.” She looks you over, eyes scanning you judgmentally.

You scoff, taking this as a sign to give up on reconnecting with your dad as you turn back to the elevator.

Before you can press the button, the doors slide open as a chime rings out.

Your dad freezes when he sees you, whispering your name in surprise before collecting himself.

“We can talk in my office.” He turns to the secretary, “Clear the rest of my schedule for the afternoon.”

“But—” He pays her no mind as he ushers into his office.

You gulp nervously, wiping the sweat from your palms onto your jeans. He sits at his desk, gesturing for you to do the same.

He waits for you to speak, this time with a much more patient expression, no anger evident in his gaze.

You don’t say anything, instead opting to tap your foot against the desk.

“When I sent you to New York, I was expecting you to be done with being a vigilante.” He breaks the silence, pausing as if to test the waters.

“I was…for a bit.” You remind yourself that he’s not the best communicator, and to not take offense at his words.

“You’re Spider-Woman.” It’s not a question.

“Yes.” You confirm it.

He sighs, sitting back as he pinches his nose. “I didn’t want this life for you.” He glances at the doorway. “I still don’t. Especially not with him.”

“You don’t get to do that.” Your words are quiet, not wanting to start another fight.

“I know. I just…” He trails off with a sigh, casting a look out the window. “You’re all grown up now. I missed two years, more really, of your life. And I can’t get them back.”

He continues, “I should’ve told you about Jason. At the time, I thought it was the best way to keep you out of crimefighting.”

You snort, shoulders relaxing slightly. “It would’ve worked, sending me to New York…if I hadn’t gotten powers.”

He huffs. “Figures.”

You smile back, “Yeah, figures.”

It’s quiet for a moment as he studies you. You wrinkle your nose at the action.

“Does he make you happy?” His words are cautious, like they don’t feel quite right coming out of his mouth.

“More than anything.”

“Okay.” He sighs, smiling softly. “I guess I can accept it for now.”

“Oh good! Because he really wants to go on a Father and Son-in-law patrol.” You grin wickedly as his face falls.

“Don’t push it.”

EXTRA HEADCANONS:

—Damian and Wade sword fight everytime he comes to the manor, less for training purposes and more because Damian wants to scare him away

—Jason joins Wade and Aunt May’s Book Club…Alfred starts hosting at the Manor

—Tim starts stalking you and Wade just to make sure he’s treating you well…it’s almost endearing.

—Bruce and Wade do end up patrolling together,

—but only because Batman needs intel from Deadpool’s mark

—Wade doesn’t kill the guy because he’s trying to get on your dad’s good side

—(specifically so he can ask for his blessing to marry you)

—your dad says absolutely not along with a few other choice words

—Wade still proposes

—you threaten to have Daredevil walk you down the aisle if your dad doesn’t start being nicer to Wade

—it works

—things slowly get better with your family

—and when you and Wade have kids, they argue over who gets to be godfather

—Wade happily breaks the news that Wolverine is going to be the Godfather

—and insists that if when you have another, Dopinder will be the Godfather

—next in line is Daredevil

—you tell them that none of them can be godfather because they’re already the uncles

—Cass still gets to be the Godmother

—to all three kids

—Wade will try to convince you to have another

—you HAVE to tell him no, because he was going to make one of your brother’s godfather just to start a fight

—it was going to be Duke, because he’s the only one that doesn’t actively try to maim/kill him

—you name the last kid after Bruce

your cunt was sucking the life out of his pale, aching shaft that was barely inside you. your feet and hand struggling to balance yourself on him, but if you could just take it all in, you wouldn't have to struggle this much.

the sweat drips off your forehead while you try to lower yourself further into him, but you couldn't just push it all in. you then feel a firm yet gentle grip on your arm, "darling, i know you're struggling, but i know you can do it." kinger reassures you in the most comforting voice, but dominating as well.

you gave him nervous nods as you attempted once again to take his cock. small whimpers and moans pass your lips as you could feel his length splitting you in half. in the process, sinking down on him, he would give sweet kisses and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

slowly but surely, he's finally in your velvet walls fully. fuck, you fell so filled up, and it took you some effort to do it. "you're doing such a good job, ladybug, but i know you can do so much more." you knew what kinger implied, and you started to pull your weight up and down.

the pricking tears in your eyes streamed down to your cheeks, his dick just felt too good. the size of his girth stretched you so satisfyingly, pleasuring. your arousal coated his shaft as you plunge yourself into him. he lets out a groan or two when he feels your already tight hole clamp down on him even harder.

"Mhm, I knew you could do it, lovebug. you're taking me in so well."

a/n GIVE ME THAT DIHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE KINGER WAY TOO MUCH

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Don’t get sunburned! ☀️💕

Nsft - Caine x reader

-sugercaine- -sugercaine- -sugercaine- -sugercaine-

It’s beach day! (Yk before everything goes haywire) It’s pretty nice. After all this time. You’re not sure why y’all haven’t gone out to the lake before. Nevertheless, the Sun is- less murdery than usual and the rendered water actually looks very inviting! And your in a- Bee pattern swim suit? It’s actually pretty cute, you can’t deny it. We’re talking lace up, ruffles. It’s kinda hot, actually.

Zooble and Gangle are being cute in the sand. Kinger, Ragatha, and Pomni are splashing in the water! And Jax is being uh- not Jax? Who knows. He’s probably plotting something especially devious. And Caine is Life guard! He’s sat up on a lifeguard tower. In something other than his suit for once. Lifeguard shorts and shirt! Sunglasses? And his top hat handbag off the side of his chair. You look up at him from the ground.

“Caine, are you gonna join us?” You tilt your head. He laughs, “I am lifeguard today! I’m here to make sure non of you trouble makers Drown Yourselfs”

You look over at everyone in the water… then back to him. “Why’d you say it like that?”

“Like what?” He blinks. Never mind, “Well, have fun up there? Don’t get sun burnt!” You start to run off to the water. Caine laughs again “Oh y/n! My busy bee, you’re so silly! I have no skin!”

“Your eyes can get sunburned!” You yell back as you run into the refreshing water.

Caine slowly side eyes Sun. Who has an uncomfortably large smile. He swallows. Then looks back over at you. Ya, he chose the right outfit. He knew it would look good but- shit. The way your body moved as you ran and swam. That wet glisten on your skin. It was intoxicating.

Fuck- he’s cock is already so hard. His hand comes down into his lap. Palming himself, rubbing back and forth. Trying to relieve some of the heat. That swim suit barely held anything in. He didn’t have to imagine but he still liked too. The way your body bounced as you ran. He imagined you on his cock. Taking it so good, trying your best, even when it’s too big. Your ass and thighs covered in his cum.

He slid his hand into his shorts. His fingers wrapping around his cock. Stroking himself. He wanted to steal you away, push your little bikini bottoms to the side and fuck the shit out of you. Bend you over something, and have his way. While you cry out his name. His cock twitched, covered in precum as he pumped his fist over it. It wasn’t the same, it’s not like your warm gushy walls around him. He needed you.

Fuck it. He looked back down, everyone was focused on anything but you. With a snap of his fingers. You to were in the changing room. You yelp in surprise. “Caine- wa- we were looking for Rag-“ The tight quarters, you look down and see him fisting his cock. Huffing. “Need you.” He grumbled, pushing you down onto the small bench in the changing room. You gasp at the sudden force. “Caine honey-“ he cuts you off with his tongue. Shoving it into your mouth. It was a bit different from normal kissing but it was still incredible enjoyable for both of you. His hot wet tongue made your eyes flutter closed. He pulls your hand to his cock. Immediately thrusting into your fist.

His tongue, bob in your mouth slightly, a fucking motion. Saliva running down your bottom lip. He pulls back, leaving you panting. He looks down and grabs you knees hooking them over his shoulders. “C-Caine! Hang on-“ you squeal, one of his hands comes over your mouth, the other helping position himself.

“Shh, don’t want anyone to hear- fuck your beautiful,” He whispered. Shoving his cock inside you. You yelp into his palm. Hips pulling back from the impact. He grabs your hips and forces you back onto his cock. His thrusts starting slow. “You’re so pretty for me- ugh- should let me dress you up more often” He pulls out, circling the tip of his cock around your hole before slamming in. Then pulls back slow, again.

You whimper, shaking, holding onto the bench under you as he slams back in. Everything happened so fast- swimming, something about a button- fuck, his cock was hot. Dragging heavy down your walls. Teasing your entrance then coming back full force. It felt amazing. Who fucking knows what you were doing before this.

He takes one of your hands, placing it over your mouth to replace his. He unlaces your top, pushing it aside. Biting one of your nipples as his pace finally speeds up. God someone’s had to of heard. The wet slapping, your squelching, the pants and moans. It made your cheeks burn but you couldn’t stop, didnt want to- not now. Caine’s tongue runs over both your nipples, making your eyes flutter. “Look at me,” he groans.

You look up, his eyes are low. Locked on yours. His hips get faster, shifting. He hits at perfect spot. Gummy, wet, you gasp, “oh my god!” You cry as he drills into you. “You’re so wet, fuck-“ he groans, keeping that special angle that’s making you see stars. Caine’s hips jerk feeling you spasm around him. He pulls all the way out, making you cry in protest. Panting he slaps his cock against your bundle of nerves. “Caine- honey- please- please don’t do- ah-“ you shiver. “That’s not fair!” You whinper.

Caine coos, fisting his cock as he continues to slap it against you “Aw- you poor little thing- being and everything,” he looks down at you. Stroking himself a bit faster. “How do you feel about maid outfits?” He asked.

“Caine! God I don’t care- just fuck me-“ you cry. He grabs your hips and slams back into you. Long- deep thrusts. Legs shaking. “You’re so close I can feel it” he whispers in your ear. The slam of his hips sent a shock wave up your spine, and all other- tripping over your moans. One well angled thrust and it was all over, you were seeing white. Your body clenching around him. The kind of release you could feel through your bones. He drew it out with each thrust. His own body shaking. Feeling you flutter and squeeze around him. One last steady thrust and he gasps cumming inside you, he pulls out half way. Stroking his cock. Squirting cum on your hole and abdomen. Making a sweet mess of you. Both of you are panting, dazed.

He presses his teeth to your neck, then your cheek. “So pretty for me- you okay?” He asked. You nod, still catching your breath, you slump into him. “Couldn’t wait?” You laughed. He hums, “Tried to, relized I didn’t have to. You’re mine after all” He voice was soft and smooth like velvet in your. Something only you get to hear.

Then- his eyes flash blue and red. “There’s something I need to attend to-“ he says abruptly. “What?” You ask.

synopsis. sane kinger headcannons, we all love a sane kinger fic right? and no, this is not your typical father x daughter type of fic, this is a romantic relationship type of fic.

wc. 401 words, 2,283 chars | genre. fluff, smut | cw. gn!reader, established relationship, NSFW.

you've got mail ✉ ! since the amount of kinger lovers out there are increasing, i made this fic for y'all and definitely not for me because there's a lack of kinger x readers out there. also, first post on this account, yay! okay now go read（〃｀ 3′〃）

Conquest, who has to take care of his impatient baby Viltrumite!Reader

Bio: Conquest getting paired up on a mission with another Viltrumite my god, it's been centuries since that! Instead of getting a capable fighter, he gets a little brat who's an angry crybaby!

When Conquest heard he was getting a partner, he was quite scared and shocked. He hasn't had a partner nor a companion for centuries, but all of a sudden he has accompaniment for Earth. Why would that be? Do they think he's not fit for the job? Do they think his madness would make him go out of control and destroy the entire planet (which had happened before)? Did they think of him as a traitor and seriously not trust him? So many thoughts were rolling through the old vet's head. Does the Grand Regent see him as a liability? The mere idea is enough to make him want to tear out his own teeth. How could this be? A loyal soldier, a great sword in the hand of the Grand Regent, yet for some reason he needs a partner.

But slowly, thoughts of unease start to simmer down. He's been quite lonely for a long while. The need for another is so great that even having a partner to fight alongside in the midst of battle isn't too bad, he would think to himself. He doesn't care about touch nor affection just to be close to another on the battlefield is enough to fill his heart with a feeling not close to, but almost, fulfillment. He can be your sword and you will be his shield. And of course, it would be very helpful if he were to get overrun by the heroes on this planet. He would meet back up even if he didn't. And now, after long years of being alone, the old Viltrumite had found something akin to excitement.

But instead of getting a well-mannered Viltrumite, he got an insolent little brat in other terms, a "teenager," but the way you acted, "baby" would be more correct. You were a part of the delinquent program of the Viltrum Empire. Those who are uncontrollable, too angry, too scared, or anything not on par with the way of the Viltrum Empire are put into a small delinquent program under the mentorship of a more experienced or seasoned Viltrumite. These Viltrumites will guide the young students into success, and if all goes to fail, these students well, they will be executed for their insolence if they cannot conform to the way of the Viltrum.

And you? Yes, you were far worse than any disgruntled youth they have ever had. You are far too brash and brutal (not like the Viltrumites weren't brutal you were brutal in the way of messiness and carnage), highly unsophisticated. You fight like a wild beast and not like you were trained for perfection. You had countless mentors over the years, but none of them were able to tame you nor survive. Surprisingly, a small child was able to make seasoned Viltrumites want to huddle in fear (you were just like him). In a way, they should have just cut their losses and left you for the chopping block like any other undesirable, but the Grand Regent saw something in you useful, powerful to keep you by his side like another watchdog. As long as you get your thirst for blood sated, he could train you well, like he had trained Conquest. No other Viltrumite could handle you, so why not have your heart be set to fear by the strongest amongst them?

But instead of a killing machine duo, it's basically Grandpa and his bratty grandchild. "Hey, old man, I wanna play with that one!" you yelled happily, pointing at the purple boy with the yellow, red, and black suit. He had the ability of Viltrumite precision and power but lacked discipline. "Can I kill it? Can I, can I!" you said excitedly, jumping up and down on Conquest's shoulder. The force was enough to make him shake ever so slightly. Being a tough and burly man, he still found that you had enough energy to make him sway.

"Silence, child. We are here for the one named Nolan. You will defeat all that gets in the way of this mission. If you so much as lose focus, then I will send you back to the cubicle," he roared, making your smile drop. The cubicle was a place Conquest was put in a long time ago when he had not behaved and acted the way he was supposed to. It was hell on Earth it was home to him, at least.

"Bleh, you're no fun. After I kill these humans, I'll slit your throat next," you growled. Of course, every fight between you and Conquest ended in the same way: you broken and bloodied, and him barely scratched. But that could never stop you. Once your hand heals slightly, you're after his throat.

As he's fighting against Mark, you screamed out in pain and horror, chagrin and surprise. That boy was half your height there is no way he could possibly cause bodily harm to you. Until he sees your crying face barreling towards him. Skin was ripped off from the fight, causing your eye socket to bulge out as flesh was torn. Of course, you could have healed back in an instant. The pain wasn't that of serious damage, yet you cried as if it was something serious. "That mangy half-blood ruined my face! Look what that mutated mutt did to me!"

How dramatic, he thought. But you'd done worse in training, been through even worse situations. Yet this was the thing that made you cry before him?

Conquest looks back to see the supposedly half-blood you were talking about, and his body was almost unrecognizable arms broken, face cracked, busted lip. So close to finishing the job, yet the thing squirmed like an ant, half alive. Mark rushes over to Oliver, ignoring the fight completely, while Conquest has to deal with your sobbing mess.

"He spit blood in my face and he ripped a chunk of my skin!" you wail, as if this were the worst day of your life. "Kill it! I order you to end that thing's life! I want it dead!" You pout, huffing, tears flowing down your face as a scar slowly begins to heal up.

Conquest gently grabs your face, which is a surprise for him he absolutely despises you, you brat. "It's not much damage," he assesses with the gentleness one could give a newborn babe.

"But it hurts," you grumble even more, making the whole injury seem like a bigger deal.

"But you have experienced far worse?"

You still manage to pout even harder than you did before. It wasn't the injury that hurt it was your pride. Some Viltrum mutt had landed a hit on you, and it really did do a number on your pride.

Conquest sighs tiredly, knowing he would have to postpone this mission due to these factors: you being bested (not completely true), you being hurt (also not completely true), but that if he does not postpone this, you will throw a tantrum. And if that happens, well, there will be no more Earth to conquer. So he picks you up gently.

"We'll go back to the ship, fix you some ointment for your face, and we'll get you something to eat."

Your face instantly lights up and you nuzzle directly into his neck. "Hehehe, yes, yes, yes!"

Conquest floats up into the air, leaving the destroyed Earth to both Mark and Oliver. It's hard to look menacing when he has you in his arms, holding him like he's one gigantic teddy bear.

"We will be back, and when we do, Earth will be ours. My partner here needs some rest, but when we arrive... again, make sure to teach your thing to stay far away from what is mine."

In retaliation, you stick your tongue out at Mark and the beaten Oliver.

Request, where reader is the mother of the prophesied human

— few people are aware that the mother of angels is not the only one in its kind when it comes to reproduction. she's simply the dominant female. she nurtures everyone's offspring under her wings. she doesn't necessarily give birth to all of them, but she takes them all away to raise them in the way she sees fit.

— especially when the freshly laid egg has the mark.

— oh, she has a very peculiar understanding of the prophecy. where did the other humans go? there were a couple of them already. none of them were killed by the rotlings. these poor souls didn't even make it to the earth.

— she understands that the prophesied human will determine the fate of everything, not necessarily destroy it. it's just the second she senses any hint of misbehavior, she takes action to get rid of the undesirable element.

— it's not enough to simply say that you were terrified when you bore one of them. one of the marked ones.

— you weren't just summoned, but dragged off to her. fear turned to despair, despair to grief, and grief to rage. your lungs were burning from the piercing screams, the kind that could be heard far, far below...

— at that very moment, Ken escaped from his frozen prison. and heard your heart-wrenching cry. he knows the genuine desperation when he sees one.

— without hesitating for a second, he just rushed forward. to do what needed to be done.

— when you meet the furious mother of angels, it's easy to believe that she is capable of killing an immortal in such a state of mind.

— but he's not the one who doubts. not someone who thinks and makes things up. he's someone who acts and does what's right.

— a vociferous shriek shattered the celestial citadel, drowning out your cries.

— you barely realized what was happening. black blood splattered on your face, and for a moment, you were terrified that it might have been your child's. and then you saw him. the one who dared to encroach on the sacred mother herself.

— time seemed to slow down, both your body and mind went numb. only a gruff voice, in which you could clearly hear a note of concern, brought you back to reality:

"don't tell me you're staying here?"

you glance down at the blood covered, but otherwise pristine egg in his arms, being held with the most tender care. and shake your head, giving an unspoken consent to leave.

— as you rush out of the most cursed of saint places, you don't look back, feeling the mother treading on your heels.

— you managed to escape. it seems like it couldn't have been any other way. the determination this rotling has is incredible.

— he took care of you as if you were his own family. it was like he was an angel, not you.

— the way the rotlings were described was completely different from how they appear in reality. rotten spiritually and physically, mired in sins, they do not deserve respect and the right to exist. that's what was instilled in the minds of each inhabitant of paradise, or what's left of it.

— it wasn't easy to adapt to a completely new world, where contempt was directed towards you, rather than the other way around, as was the case in your old home. however, under the greatest care of your guardian, it was not as scary as it first seemed.

— it was impossible not to fall in love with him. moreover, you now think it happened the moment he saved you and your daughter. the daughter he now considers of his own.

— without batting an eye, he'll chop anyone or anything who'd pose a threat to his loved ones. their rotten brains and holy wings will end up served to you on a platter of gold.

— your unusual little family has a lot to go through. but with someone like him by your side, you have no doubt that everything will work out the best way possible.

— the paradise may be lost, but it will also fall. he'll make sure of that, for the sake of you and Mel.

Request! I've chosen to make some general headcanons, a little more easy-going than my usual, rather angsty ones.

— you were a bit of a rebel, leaving the lost paradise behind. momma wasn't happy about it. not only that, but now you can't come back. the choice has been made and there's no turning back for the wayward child. such things are not forgiven. you have to take responsibility for your actions.

— the good old problem of parents and children, although your feuds were about discussing the interpretation of the fundamental principles of your world, so it's a bit more complicated than just tantrums from scratch.

— technically, she's not your mother at all. she didn't give birth to you, but she raised you, just like she's raised many other angels.

— but you didn't just run away; you decided to do one last dirty trick. you plunged to the very depths of hell, with the intention of releasing the one who was serving the harshest of punishments.

— how can a traitor judge who is also a traitor? it's easy to question the legitimacy of the punishments inflicted.

— the guards weren't a problem, of course. no one dared to suspect an angel, even though they were eyeing you.

— Ken's escape wasn't entirely thanks to you. he was already close to it. you just, well, provided a helping... wing. and beak. yeah, the ices of inferno failed to resist the angel's beak.

— in return, he gave you a job and a roof to live under. that's a fair trade.

— everything went pretty usual, as usual it could be for an angel living among the rotlings. most of the visitors even thought of you as a kind of puppet or a disguised one of their own.

— until one day Ken disappeared. and returned a few days later, covered in blood, both purple and... black.

— Mud came across to the sight and commented nonchalantly:

"you and the big lug had a little spat, huh?"

— after brother had left, Ken, with a terrifyingly serious face, nodded to the freezer, and you followed him on weak legs.

— you had your guesses. but you didn't expect big baby eyes to look at you from a shabby bundle. the silence was deafening. until a little one laughed and reached out a tiny hand to you.

— "that's... quite a fancy dinner you brought for tonight. but I think it's a little... raw. even for rotlings", — you said, using humor as a coping mechanism.

— as Mel grew, you two became closer. caring for a human baby in a world that is not suitable even for adult alive humans is a very bonding experience!

— one day, when you two were arguing about household chores, Ken was reckless enough to throw such a phrase:

"you better find your beak a better use than pecking at me"

and that was the turning point, when you went shooting first and asking questions later, turning anger into something better. you grabbed him by the straps of his apron and did peck him once again, this time literally. it actually more resembled a kiss. because it was.

a throaty laugh escaped his mouth as he grabbed you by the waist, yanking you closer:

"breaking the ice once again, dovey?"

— running away along with falling for a rotling is a recipe for exile. well, you definitely cooked.

"Poor sweet Kinger"

pairing: Kinger x GN!Reader Summary: You try to coax Kinger's lips with filthy acts (it's pure smut) Tags: NSFW, SMUT! face sitting, grinding/face humping(I think that's the right term?), oral (reader receiving) W.C: 800 A/N: Having an intense back pain episode and my brain thought' perfect time to write Kinger smut!' :/ so enjoy my first attempt at smut as I go to bed

NOT THE END OF THE WORLD

The new day dawned as sun rose over the city, but you kinda wished the weather would mirror the mood you had. Hearing children laughing, music being played, everyone being happy and normal just made you feel more useless.

Since yesterday, you had laid on the safehouse couch, mulling over what happened over and over. Loose tile on the roof you missed. How many times you had to be pulled off before a spotlight hit you, how you peeked out from under the table too quickly, how you stalled when Bentley told you to switch covers and almost got yourselves caught if Sly hadn’t knocked the guard out. How, even after all that, you managed to trigger the alarm by being stupid and clumsy and you barely got away, even when you got what you went there for.

Yandere!Kinger...

Tags: sfw, set before Ragatha appear in the Circus as the last two, yandere themes -> soft yandere(?), possessive, clingy, delusional, force relationship, reader accepts their fate, mention of Queenie w.c: 1.7k a/n: I always wanted to write one of those 'something!character who…', and I hope this is okay. That it makes sense! Was going through a pain flare, so, I might have lost the plot?

You couldn't trust Kinger to be alone after his wife, Queenie, had abstracted; you watched the light fade from his eyes. Watch him become a husk of his former self, drifting aimlessly around the circus. Always silent, seemingly trapped in the depths of his mind, somewhere you can’t reach him. The haunting realisation that you and him are the last two standing.

The last two of the development team, having shared memories of working together, of small talk, and the occasional team dinner. Remembering what the other looked like as humans. You weren't that close before, but now, you're each other’s last connection to the outside world. You latch onto him first, fearful of being left alone if Kinger dares to follow his wife. Pinning all your hopes, and motivation onto him. You become inseparable.

Because if you can keep Kinger from the edge, that must mean that you're okay. That you can get through the circus. You notice quickly how Kinger doesn’t pay attention to the adventures that Caine still forces you two to participate in. His lack of caution and spatial awareness has led him to walk right into trouble, and always give you a heart attack.

You quickly develop the habit of holding his hand – gently, firmly, desperately, – as you guide him. Taking point on them, to complete the adventure to satisfy Caine while keeping Kinger safe. Then it continues outside of the adventures, Kinger mindlessly following your every step as you become his pillar of strength. Around the circus, to your room, and you allow it. Believing if you hold tight enough, your grip will keep him whole.

Broken!Kinger isn't sure when exactly he wakes up from his grief. He doesn't know where he is as he becomes aware of his surroundings. He only feels your hand. He slowly blinks, like he's waking up from a deep, refreshing sleep. Gaze following up your arm to see you. A vision, a guiding light, his angel. It's like something falls into place in his mind. You're all he has. An eureka. You've been caring for him. Like clarity. Your his and he's yours.

TADC CAST REACTING TO CAINE'S AI! ASSISTANT! READER

Tags: sfw, hc ramble, use of she/he/they pronouns for reader, use of they/them pronouns for Zooble W.C: 1k A/N: i hope this is to your liking!

THIS IS SUCH A COOL IDEA! Let's talk about it.

☆First I just want to bring up ai! reader's personality. I know its very typical to assume the 'character not feeling emotions' to be very monotone and dry speaking that it comes across as boring. But I think that it'll be so funny if that is how ai!reader is compare to a high energy, larger than life; Caine.

AI! Reader: "Someone will die, Caine" Caine: "Of fun!"

★ Very much a black cat and labrador dog dynamics. But especially more funny with bits like;

"Caine, I think you're boring them!" Jax shouts, pointing to a floating ai!reader, who is staring into nothing in particular. "What are you talking about?" Caine next to you, hands out wide as he points to you. "Can't you humans see they're trying to hold back a laugh?!" The group turn to watch for your reaction. "Heh." You let out one quiet chuckle. "SEE?! THEY'RE LAUGHING LIKE CRAZY!" The group does not see.

☆Maybe ai!reader speak in a rather flat tone. Its not emotive like Caine's and its always what they chose to say that carries the emotion. If the words she pick are supportive, then her words have a warmth to them. The words he pick to scold Bubble, makes him sounds harsh and cold. Etc. As a way to show that ai!reader knows, and understand emotions because they have the ability to say the right thing but unable to feel it as he doesn't/can't emote.

Moving onto the cast reaction!

yes! ofc dearest <3 tysm for requesting!! I was gonna do this anyway haha but i was so happy someone else wanted to see it :) i know you said kid darling, but i never really specify in my writing so its up to interpretation! It is platonic and they do treat reader like a kid!

The Freak Circus Platonic Yandere HCs

Preface (not a real story, I usually don't pace this quickly -- I just had some fun imagining it, HCs are below this!):

Pierrot knew from the moment you first helped him out on the streets… You would be his child. You were so small, so fragile and yet you still chose to stand up for him. What a noble little one!

He follows you around happily on the first day. There’s more than enough flyers around town. He’s sure Jester won’t mind…

When he sees how lonely you are, with no caretakers at all, he feels sad. You must’ve been waiting so long for him to find you!

 He corners you to hand over his red ticket later, “Come play with me at the circus,” he whispers sweetly in your ear.

You go because well, free circus. 

Ticket Taker is surprised to see a “child” with a red ticket. “You shouldn’t be here,” he smiles kindly. “This circus might be too scary for you.”

You’re a bit offended honestly. “I am not that young!” 

Ticket Taker absolutely refuses. 

You, of course, sneak in. Harlequin’s tent is your first stop. You’re enthralled with his story and you can’t help but shout for more. 

“My, my… so noisy.” he glances your way. “Who let a child come in? Oh. Of course it was Pierrot,” he huffs a fit of laughter. “Well, well, well. You’re cute. I think I’ll keep you for myself.”

He gives you a shiny green pin. It’s so pretty that you don’t refuse.

Then your world goes black…

You hear an argument when you wake up. The aggressive jingles of Pierrot’s bells are faintly recognizable as Harlequin teases him. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen any children today.” Harlequin says, voice betraying mischief. 

“I’ll kill you,” Pierrot growls. 

“Oh really? I’d like to see you try.”

Pierrot pushes Harlequin back into the tent. You watch as he stabs his shoulder.

Wide eyed and afraid, you huddle further into the corner…

Now, onto HCs!

Platonic Pierrot HCs:

He’d want to be your “papa.”

He wants to spoil you a lot and make your favorite foods.

He’s super affectionate and always keeps you in his sight unless you’re with someone he trusts (anyone else in the circus other than Harlequin). 

He’s very overprotective. He doesn’t want you to see the bad or violent side of him. 

He’s super gentle and afraid of hurting you. He thinks you’re so tiny (no matter how big you are) and that you need to be protected from the world.

He talks to you a lot in private and loves singing to you or reading bedtime stories.

“Come little one, let’s play patty cake together! Aren’t you so much happier with me?”

[ Spoilers !! ]

Premise: This is set at the beginning of episode eight in Caine’s office, bubble begins to torment and deflate his ego, but you calm him down !!

[ angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ]

Caine’s office, despite its glamorous appeal, felt dull to him as he sat curled up in his chair. The orbs filled with past adventures surrounded him, showcased in broad wooden shelves. Glowing memories. His creations. Something he’s proud of… or was proud of.

Now he wasn’t so sure…

After the disaster that was his last adventure, he was left a little hurt and confused. He had come to realise how badly his players yearned for an exit of some kind, though he admittedly didn’t quite grasp why they wanted to leave, nor did he understand that if given a true opportunity to leave…

The majority of them wouldn’t think twice about doing so.

“I.. I-I don’t understand, Bubble… They want an exit, they want answers, they want something real..” He spoke to his little sidekick, who floated neutrally beside him.

“I give them an adventure that covers all of that and they still hate it?!”

He thought back to the look on all of their faces, looks that fluctuated between anger, shock, defeat… betrayal…

All emotions that his systems recognised to some capacity, sending him into somewhat of a panic. Those emotions threw his hostmanship into question! He was confused to all darn, the only emotions he wanted to recognise were happiness! Delight! Enthusiasm—!

“Surely they don’t want to.. actually.. leave me..? Right—?”

“No way, Jose, no way, no how!” Bubble replied matter of fact-ly, in a manner that seemed almost generated.

Caine was beginning to question things a little deeper. “I-I do everything for these people. I slave over these adventures for them..”

He thought back to the amount of times his work had been criticised, the amount of times they favoured the suggestion box adventures over the him adventures..

“I step outside my comfort zone to appeal to them, a-and they still hate them—! I made a program that creates a body perfectly encapsulating their mind files, a-and they hate those, too!”

Caine’s brain.. or system, or wiring.. whatever held his consciousness was beginning to whirl. He’s tried all the tricks in the book—! Well, his book, whether that be creating adventures with them specifically in mind, trying to fix problems that they had to the best of his ability… What else could he do..?

Caine’s eyes began to unfocus a little, staring down at nothing. “I’m starting to get the feeling that they just..! Hate…”

Bubble jumped in. “Why would they hate you when they could just H̵̥̓á̵ͅte you—“

There was a little glitch in his speech, offensive enough for Caine to frustratedly pop him as he usually does.

“This is why I was created… this is my function!”

Bubble respawned at the other side of Caine’s chair with his standard toothy smile, his voice holding his usual enthusiasm. “They’d rather abstract than go on your adventures.”

It seemed like he was trying to get a rise out of Caine, maybe not intentionally or… maybe so. It seemed that maybe deep down, Caine had the exact same thought. He began to panic again.

“Th—That can’t be true! I-I do everything for them..! Don’t they get that I’m trying?!”

“Maybe you’re just genuinely bad at this.” Bubble replied antagonisingly. That little comment served to spook Caine even more. He’d had this fear before, although he probably wouldn’t recall, during him and Zooble’s ‘therapy session’. The very thought hit a very big nerve. The thought that he was… bad… at the only thing he was programmed to be good at, the only thing he loved to do, his only purpose…

“Shut up!” Caine popped Bubble for a second and third time since Bubble had duplicated himself. “N-No. I-I fixed that. I-I can solve any problem. I-I can solve this one! Th—That’s what this is— a big puzzle that I need to solve.”

As per usual, Caine tried to think of this as a game. Just as he did in his previous adventure! They wanted to leave? He made them an adventure that would surely appeal to their need to leave! They all.. hate his creations..? Hate.. him..? Then he’ll…

“Defective.” Bubble had cloned himself again, many times, all surrounding Caine, causing him to huff angrily. He tried popping them all again.

“Faulty!” They chanted in sync. Caine’s anger grew. “Shut up!!” He growled.

“Broken!” More Bubble clones appeared. “Unworthy!”

“ENOUGH!” He shouted, angry, desperate for them to stop. The idea that he was indeed broken… faulty.. well, that may just be his biggest insecurity. An insecurity that had formed years ago when—

“Maybe you deserved to be abandoned.” Bubble’s tone was unruffled, ironically serene, Caine was furious.

Bubble reappeared again, right beside Caine’s head.

“You really were the lesser of the two.”

Whatever was left of Caine’s delusions of ‘fixing this’ had just been stomped on. Shattered. They all hated him. He was enraged. The light of his creations reflected in his mismatched eyes, hundreds of world that he has framed in such delicacy on display. All meaningless.

“You ruined thi—”

Pop.

Bubble’s lucent form vanished immediately. In his place, stood you.

You had popped him. Caine hadn’t realised you had come in, nor had he hardly registered that you were here now, still reeling from Bubble’s words and his own thoughts. He stared at you rather blankly.

You returned his staring, your gaze holding a tone of concern, fear… guilt..

“Caine…?” You spoke so winsomely, everything about your presence, despite its suddenness, felt so soft right now. Welcoming. Especially after the torment he had just endured. So soft, in fact, that he couldn’t still hardly register it.

You stared up at your ringmaster, nothing about him was customary. His posture, his eyes… even before when you had walked in on him furiously popping Bubble. You had never seen him that startled. Not ever.

This wasn’t the cheerful Caine that you knew.

Truthfully, you adored Caine. You’d seen all the movies, robots ‘breaking their programming’ and having real emotions. A part of you thought it was a little silly to think that some of the sort had happened to Caine, but honestly you did. You weren’t oblivious to his little twitchy moments, how his expression would succinctly shift to sadness whenever one of the others would brush him off or criticise his work. You had thought that perhaps his brief moments of agitation were hints at an underlying insecurity.

It seems you were right.

In your opinion, anything with as big of a personality as Caine should be considered real, at least you did. He was conscious, he can see, hear, create, and clearly he can feel. He can think, and therefore he is. Right..?

“Caine, are you—“

“How did you get up here..?” He cuts in, only now realising the extent of your presence.

You move closer, careful not to disturb him any further.

“Ah.. well, the walls had begun to glitch downstairs and I.. wanted to check up on you. In your uh, last.. adventure, Abel got us up here by tossing us with a cube collision so I.. just kinda copied that, haha..! Plus your.. door was still unlocked..”

The weak smile on your face slowly descended as Caine’s expression remained stone cold.

Usually, you knew that he would certainly laugh with you, far more heartily of course, perhaps praising your initiative nature. Maybe even gushing over the heart of your decision to check up on him, you knew how much he liked to be thought of.

His mind was currently completely elsewhere. His eyes were somewhat blown, dotting around to nothing in particular, certainly not caring to hold your gaze. His shoulders, usually broad and upright, were hunched. Defeated. He looked shell-shocked.

You felt yourself pout. You hated seeing him like this. I mean, you can’t say that you didn’t hate his last adventure, but you certainly didn’t despise Caine for it like the others did. You knew he wasn’t malicious at all.

“…Are you okay?—“

“Ẁ̸̖h̵̺͒a̶̬̦͊̐ẗ̴̗̘ ̸̨̌d̵̗̆̚ó̸̢͐ ̵̹̰̀ỳ̸͍ȯ̸͙̉u̶̲͒ ̷̠͆t̶̫͌h̴̛̼̬̆i̷̳̞͛̃n̴̻͍̎k̵̗̽!̷̹̍̆!” He snapped. You flinched back, “All of you! You all hate ẻ̴̟͇v̴̜̍e̷̺͔̍ŕ̵̪͕̓ÿ̷̮́t̸̼͎̄͒h̸̢̝̐ḯ̸̻̖n̸̲͇̉g̵̪̙̕ I give you! I-I’m trying so hard to—! To—!”

He hiccuped. He wasn’t able to finish sentence before he froze up again, his bottom row of teeth seemed to gently wobble.

The shock you had at his frustration faded rather instantaneously. He was just as emotionally wrecked as your friends downstairs.

You walked closer, the sound of your slow steps tapped lightly on the floor of his office, towards him as he floated lowly.

You reached your hands out to him, softly grazing his upper arms, testing how he would feel towards physical touch in this moment. To your surprise, this is what broke him. His eyes filled with tears in an instant, his jaws slamming shut before he flung himself into your grasp.

You were more than a little shocked to be hugging Caine. He was the ringmaster, the boss, the guy in charge, right? He had always seemed so sure of himself. Just how badly had his hubris been shattered..?

“Oh, baby…” You spoke mellifluously; your voice sounded like honey to him, something that only made him sob and cling to you more.

You were lucky he was smaller than you, additionally weighing next to nothing, otherwise you’d sure have been crushed by now. Your hands found their way to his form, one gently rubbing his back while the other held the back of his jaw as he did his best to hide his head in your neck.

“I.. I-I really a̴̩̜͒m̸̦̟̋̅ t̵̝̰̞̱͋̍͘͝r̷̻͔͉̐͘y̶̧̔̈͝i̷̤̰̟̭̒̎̀̄n̵͍̐̐͐g̶͈̱̏̈́..! I’m..” he tried to speak mid-cry, his voice was glitched and muffled as his jaws were tightly shut against you.

“I know you are, Caine..” You consoled.

“Th—Then why does everyone… N-No one likes me—!” His standard booming, showman’s voice was long gone. All that was left was something small and vulnerable, something that you just wanted to look after and take care of.

“I like you…” You began. “I like you a lot.”

Caine’s head turned to you, his big, glossy eyes hesitantly peeking out from in between his teeth.

You sighed. “Caine, if you haven’t realised why exactly everyone is angry with you right now, I’ll explain it to you, but only if you are truly willing to listen, do you understand..?”

Your voice wasn’t angry, you weren’t putting any sort of blame on him, you were here to help him. Caine seemed to gather that, nodding slowly.

“…All of us miss the outside world, Caine.. Y’know..? The ‘macroverse’..? I mean, think of it like this..”

You pondered for a moment, trying to think of something that would hopefully help him understand.

“If you were.. in the middle of crafting something you loved..”

“L-Like.. an adventure…?” He sniffled.

“Yeah..! Like an adventure. And everything is going smoothly, you have ideas for the future, you have a set up.. then out of no where, you get transported to a place you don’t know, you’re unable to create adventures anymore, a-and you don’t even remember any of your ideas..! You just know that you had them. How would you feel..?”

Caine’s eyes drifted down from your gaze; he seemed quite deep in thought. He wasn’t too good at placing himself in other people’s shoes, but the way you described that scenario seemed to help, even if he was still only thinking about how he would feel.

“Uhm.. well, frustrated.. I couldn’t imagine not being able to create.”

You frowned. “Exactly.. That’s… kind of how we all feel. We’re stuck in a place where we can’t create. We can’t do anything that we were once able to do. We don’t have the same autonomy that we once had.”

Caine’s eyes flickered over yours.

You continued. “Your last adventure filled everyone with false hope, Caine. I know you didn’t mean to make anyone upset, you never do, but at the same time you have to understand that what you did was.. just teasing everyone with the prospect of freedom.”

Tears continued to bubble up in his eyes. “B-But.. I was only trying to— W-What else can I do..! Even before the last adventure, everyone hated them! I’m supposed to entertain people..! If… If I can’t do that.. then…”

You noticed his eyes started to glitch, red and blue flickering like shattered glass. You held him tighter, trying to ground him.

“Caine.. That’s not your fault. I… I think you’ve been tasked with something very difficult. Your job is to keep a-a bunch of miserable people constantly happy. That’s impossible to do. We’re gonna have bad days sometimes, days where we feel like nothing matters, like the world’s against us. That’s what makes us human, it’s not because of your adventures… Sure, maybe not all of them appeal to every single one of us, but everyone has different tastes..! I mean, I know I sure like them..”

You could have sworn that his eyes were practically sparkling at that. Though it may have been the tears.

“You’re funny, you’re creative… you’re full to the brim of a whimsy that I don’t think people appreciate enough. You do try hard to keep us happy, and I know that because you’re here crying over it…”

You felt him shaking, he could hardly control himself. He definitely favoured you beforehand, but this was… definitely different. He felt utterly cherished. He’s never—

You kissed him.

Well, you hoped you did alright.. It was a little hard to navigate where you should place your lips since he lacked them. You decided to kiss him gently on his bottom row of teeth. It seemed to be good enough for him since he went flush.

“Do you know how much I appreciate you..?” You spoke tenderly

“..A-Ah.. I—“ His eyes were still glossy from tears, though he had stopped crying. Cartoonish lines of acute blush covered the area where his cheeks would be if he had any. “You..”

He didn’t think it was possible to feel this much. He went to hug you again.

You squeezed him back.

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WAAAAHH I needed to write something Caine related… Especially after the last episode. Genuinely nobody speak to me I am so upset. I hope write about more fandoms soon, I have a lot that I want to write about <3