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Pero Tovar x Reader

Words: 1049

Summary: After your deadly encounter with the Tao Tie, you and Pero find a river to wash in.

Tags: Blood, death mention, sexual themes (no actual smut), shaving

Note: Raindro 2026, Day 8: Green 💚

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Your bodies are worn out, hearts still racing. You glance over at the man next to you, his forehead glistening with sweat in the low light of the fire, his hair overgrown and unkempt. He is your only companion. Pero Tovar.

Your small camp was attacked by... something. Whatever it was was incredibly violent. Bloodthirsty. Damn near unkillable. Hell, for all you two know it IS unkillable, given that you only got its arm as a prize after it took 8 men.

But you know now that it bleeds, it's green ichor staining your hands and clothes. You stay huddled close by the fire, Pero beside you. Not a sound has been heard from the other men, their bodies still and silent. You could care less. They were foolish and arrogant at their best, greedy and brutish at worst. Though Pero aligns with them in his cunning and his selfishness, you are glad that he lived of any of them. Facing that thing alone would be a death sentence, and Pero isn't a bad fighter.

He's warm, too.

"Do you think it will come back?" You ask. Pero looks at you for a long moment before returning his gaze to the small fire. It reflects in his dark eyes as he speaks.

"Not tonight." He sounds very sure, but how could he be? Neither of you have seen anything like that beast, ever. Hopefully you never will again.

But you still trust him. Not because he has earned any trust, that man would betray you for gold without thinking twice. Rather, you trust him because you want him to be right. You need never see those creatures again. Never before, in many years as a mercenary and hired blade have you seen such immediate carnage.

So you nod, taking his word. You sit silent and stoic, like him. Thinking, you wonder how the two of you alone will make it out of here, let alone with your riches much dreamed about.

You aren't sure how or when you fell asleep, but you wake up in the morning to light shining into whatever crevice you two spent the night in. You look around, not seeing Pero right away, but you hear someone moving about. You get up from the rocky ground and grab a dagger, heading around the corner. You find Pero there, and put the blade away. He's looking around at the bodies. There's one less than yesterday. The beast must have come and dragged him off, evident by the red trail and disturbed earth.

"We should go." You suggest. Pero takes a knife from one of the deceased men and tucks it away in his bag. Its something he has wanted to steal for a while now, one of the few bright sides to the situation.

"Si, we should. We will continue East." He is chasing the money. You have no other choice than to join him, or try heading alone back west to die.

So you two start heading out. You find your horses, who miraculously ran off when the attack started, but stayed close by. You mount them and get riding, all the while still covered in the green blood of the creature. Hours pass and you become increasingly aware of how filthy you both are, and how the substance, though dry now, is irritating your skin. Thankfully, you come across a small river. It is peaceful here, even with the unfamiliar terrain. Hopping off of your horses, you allow them to graze for a while.

You sit by the river for a minute, relaxing. Your hands aren't so green anymore, but you know you had some splatter on your face. With a sigh you get up and start to strip off your filthy clothes and armor.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting clean."

Pero rolls his eyes and watches as your layers come off piece by piece. He is checking you out a little... as a threat, of course. Not anything else. Just sizing you up in case he has to take you on.

He watches as you get into the river and adjust to the cold water. Looking at his own hands, stained nasty green, he realizes he might want to join you. When you look over, you see him stripping. Pants, armor, boots, everything is on a pile on the shore.

He follows you in, the water cold but soothing against his skin, especially his calloused hands. Holding the reins of the horse or the hilt of his blade through the day makes blisters common, and painful.

You look away once he takes his pants off, scrubbing your hands, using a rag to wipe them clean of the thing's blood. Once it is gone, you start working on the rest of your body, carefully washing your arms first. You can hear Pero doing the same, the water splashing slightly with his movements. You wonder if his gaze is averted like yours, or if he is watching. Sparing a glance, you find his eyes meeting yours.

Both of you stare for a while, eyes flicking over each other's bodies in a strange moment of unspoken tension.

"You like the view?" You ask, smiling, trying your very best to wave the moment off as a joke. He nods, making the tension pull just a little tighter.

"I do. Very much." He answers. You turn to him fully now. You give him a long look up and down. He seems serious. Maybe its the rush from last night, but you can't deny that its tempting, the idea of lying with him.

He is extremely attractive, but there is one thing.

"Shave. You have blood in your beard and it... I will not lay with you unless you shave." You say, making him a deal. You want this but you have enough dignity not to lay with a filthy man. He considers your offer...

Later that evening, when you are cooking a few birds you'd caught for supper, you hear him approaching. He left a while ago to look for herbs or berries, anything edible. You look up as his footsteps get close.

Reed Richards x Reader

Words: 925

Summary: There's this little blue shirt that will look just perfect on your baby. Reed can't help but agree. (Reader is a Sue insert)

Tags: Pregnancy, new parents, you are basically Sue in this, baby shopping, fluff

Note: Raindro 2026, Day 7: Blue 🩵

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"How about this one?" You ask, holding up a little yellow onesie, newborn size. He takes it gentle in his hands, turning it over and around. Its plain, with some little stripes. You aren't sure yet if the baby is a girl or a boy (though you have a hunch that it's a son), so you are buying some fairly neutral clothes. Whites, yellows, browns, and greens seem to be the wardrobe your baby will occupy once they arrive in a few months.

"It's good. I think they'll like it."

He puts it into the basket, a soft smile on his lips. You know he is just as excited as you are for all of this, but there is this air of anxiety around him. As long as you've known the man, it's been there, but it has been getting worse as of late. You have to assume its the impending fatherhood, but it could be anything with him. He's always in that lab of his mulling over equations.

You see him looking at something and track his eyes to a tiny blue shirt with stars embroidered on the front. It is slightly larger than newborn size, so the baby would have to wait to wear it a while. You reach and grab it, the fabric beneath on your fingers. You look at it and see what Reed sees; a little boy wearing it, giggling and smiling up at his parents.

"I think we should get it." You say, looking at him. He smiles, but the he knits his brows together in thought.

"It's just... we don't know the sex yet. We won't know for quite some time yet." He says, but its clear that you both need it. The little shirt looks so much like this one matching set that Reed and you share. It's too perfect an opportunity.

"Well, even if it is a girl, she can wear some blue. We'll just put a bow on her and call it done." You suggest, smiling. He softens.

"Yeah?" He trails off for a moment, gears turning. Reed has always been a very peculiar man. A great husband, a genius scientist... but odd. Always odd. From the day you met, you were intrigued by the way his mind worked. The way he processed things.

"Hm... well then I can't think of any reason not to buy it." He declares, placing it in the basket, which is nearly full. You two may be going a little overboard with the baby shopping, but it's something to pass the time in wait. Something that feels productive to do while preparing to welcome your first child, since the nursery is already finished and you have everything already in place for their arrival.

About 6 months later, you wake in the morning to the sound of your two month old crying, but Reed is already up, attending to your son. He's been so perfect, the best father you could have asked for for Franklin. You get up, stretching your arms and getting up to join him in the nursery. There you find him already soothing the little one, holding him up and getting a bottle ready. His arm stretches to reach something and the he notices you.

"Good morning." He says, smiling. The baby coos, and he returns his attention there.

"Yes, your bottle is on its way." He says, You help prepare it while he bounces him softly, his large hands holding his whole world with ease. You can still see the anxiety in him, the overthinking. It didn't stop when your son was born, just changed into something new. You know in your heart that Reed is incapable of ever truly relaxing, but you also know that he is content. He loves you. Loves his son. His family. His life.

Once the baby is fed, and since he has already been changed, you get his little outfit ready. He is still small, but his newborn clothes don't fit very well anymore. You go through the little sets he has, some sweaters and little onesies. Then you find it. That little blue sweater you bought half a year ago. It looks like it might be his size now, maybe a tiny bit loose.

"What about this?" You ask. Reed looks over at the tiny sweater. He looks at little Franklin again and smiles. The sweater is soft and warm, which is good for the autumn weather. He even has some matching little pants and shoes.

"Its perfect." He says, smiling warmly. He looks tired, but the good kind (which you didn't know existed until now). He hasn't shaved yet, and neither of you have had breakfast, and yet there are no complaints. Reed dresses the little one and you take him into your arms. Franklin coos and smiles. He's such a happy, perfect little son. Reed's hand is on your waist, steady and reassuring.

The moment lasts, the two of you looking at your baby, making him smile. It is only interrupted when H.E.R.B.I.E comes whirring into the room. He beeps and whirs, letting you know that breakfast is ready.

Marcus Moreno x Alien!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Marcus didn't expect to get a new roommate today, epecially not one like you, but he will do his best to be a welcoming host.

Tags: Alien human relationship, roommates, awkward interactions, homesickness, tentacles (NOT SEXUAL)

Note: Raindro 2026, Day 6: Purple 💜

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Today started out normal for Marcus, really it did. He got up, made breakfast, drove Missy to school, and went to work. But work is unpredictable when you're in the heroics. You could be fighting a monster one day, going to a press conference the next, and in-between all that you'll save 5 kittens from trees. Its all in a days work for a hero.

Ever since aliens made contact a few years ago, revealing their presence on earth, there have been a few known aliens who stayed around to make sure earth was doing well. These individuals have their identities kept safe and they live normal lives, reporting back to the mother-ship in case of emergency only. You are one of them.

Marcus first met you when he was abducted and briefly held captive on the alien ship. He didn't know it at the time of course, as you were simply one of many aliens moving about. Now, though, you'd say you were well acquainted. You drop by the Heroics HQ quite often to give status reports, and occasionally for elective testing. Communication with the aliens has been difficult lately given that they are light-years away. Marcus assumes you're around to help fix it.

"Morning." He greets as you stand in the communications room. You turn and smile.

"Marcus! Good morning to you as well. How have you been?" You reply, your speech a little choppy but better by the day.

"Very good. Missy's got a spelling bee next week and we've been preparing for that. It's... it's been good." He isn't sure exactly what to talk about with you, never sure what parts of human social life you understand, but you always smile when Marcus talks about his daughter. He's clearly a devoted father and very proud of her.

You're about to respond when one of the alien research division agents comes up to you two. There's a reason you're here.

"Good news. We have a few options for your relocation."

"Relocation?" Marcus asks. You're moving? Its not like you're super close or anything, but it would be a shame to see you gone. He would miss the little talks you two have. Your bright starry eyes and your wonder at humanity. It was all quite endearing

"Yes. Our friend here received a noise complaint and was kicked out of the apartment we had set up. Now we are looking for a new place." The agent explains and then leads you into an office. There's no real reason for Marcus to be there other than his own curiosity, but he isn't told to leave.

The agent starts showing you more potential apartments, and the modifications they'll make to them for security. You don't look all that impressed, honestly. You liked your little apartment, and starting over feels daunting what with the unfamiliar neighbors and maybe even a new city. You look pretty down about the whole thing, and the agent working on this isn't being very empathetic.

"You have two days for a decision."

"Two days? But I hardly know anything about these options..."

"I'm sorry, but we have to keep this fast. There's no other-"

Marcus clears his throat, interrupting.

"Yes?" The agent asks. Marcus pulls rank on most people here, just by Heroic status alone. He looks at you, and then returns his gaze to the agent.

"I might have a suggestion."

Moving into Marcus's spare bedroom was a little strange, but you felt very welcomed. You had never been in a human's home, especially not for so long. That first day, a Saturday, you spend most of your time in the home in your new bedroom, unpacking your things. You didn't have much, but you took your sweet time. Your bed was perfect, your clothes (the few, necessary items that you own) unpacked, and some of you knickknacks placed on the small desk you were provided with. You spent quite some time just laying there, thinking excitedly about you new living situation.

After some time there's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Come in!" You chime and soon Marcus enters the space and looks around to see the changes you've made.

"Looks good in here. Dinner is ready if you'd like to join us." He says, smiling. You stand up from the bed and walk with him downstairs. You area bit anxious as you know how important shared meals are to human beings. You also know how much it can vary from person to person what the particular customs are.

At the table you sit with Marcus and Missy, and you plate yourself up some food. You wait for them to start eating and then join in. You have to admit, eating isn't the easiest thing to do in human form, being much easier in your true form, but you decide it would be more respectful this way.

"The meat is lovely. What kind is this?" You ask. Marcus has his mouth full, but Missy answers for him.

"Beef. Comes from cows." She says. You nod. You would have guessed that it was beef (and you knew that it came from cows), but you weren't completely sure based on the taste and texture. You're getting better at the whole food thing, though, that's for sure. And Missy is helpful.

"I like it a lot. Do you have this often?" You ask. Marcus nods, and answers, his mouth now empty.

"Fairly regularly. If you like it, we can eat it more often." He says, looking at you softly. You've always liked Marcus, and it is no surprise that he is such a lovely host.

"I'll keep that in mind."

You lay in the bath tub some time later, your true form revealed. Purple tentacles extend from your body as you let go and relax. You don't do this often, but you find comfort in being yourself. It gets uncomfortable being pent up all the time inside human form. You close your eyes and sink deeper into the warm water, purple slime oozing into the water.

The door opens and you look over.

"Oh, sorry!" Marcus covers his eyes and walks out. You know humans have a thing about nudity, and you probably should feel embarrassed. You decide you can chat with him about it later. Another half hour in the warm bath is enough and so you dry off, clean up the pale purple residue you've left behind, and going out to find Marcus.

You run into him in the kitchen where he looks awfully bashful.

"Listen, I'm sorry for walking in on you. Not used to three people in the house, and me and Missy were watching a movie, so i just... assumed."

"Its not a problem, Marcus, really." You assure him. He nods.

"It won't happen again." He says, promising you your privacy (or, as much privacy as you can afford as an extraterrestrial under constant surveillance).

You two stand for a little while in the kitchen, with you grabbing a snack and him drinking some water. Missy went up to bed a while ago. After a few minutes Marcus clears his throat, catching your attention.

"So um... Forgive me if this is a weird question but does it hurt being like this?" He asks. You tilt your head a little, not entirely understanding.

"Being like what?"

"In human form. I just... in the bath I noticed you were different. If you're more comfortable like that there's no problem with you having your... tentacles out." He doesn't seem uncomfortable, just very awkward. He is entirely unsure about what is appropriate. For all he knows those tentacles could be anything!

"Oh." You reply. You think about it. It isn't painful to be hidden, but it's tight. Restricting.

"I suppose it would be a bit more comfortable having them out... Are you sure that's alright?" You ask, a little unsure. Ever since moving to Earth, having your true form (or even just parts of it) out has been something you've had to keep private. Hence why you did it in the bath.

"I'm sure. You're my guest, and I'd like you as comfortable as possible... as long as you keep your clothes on." He adds that last part on with a smile. You return it and then pause. You take a breath and then unfurl the tentacles (some of them at least), sighing softly in relaxation. The feeling is similar to taking off a tight piece of clothing and letting your skin breathe.

"Wow..." He says, looking at them. He hasn't seen this so close, and never so casually.

"Could i touch them?" He, again, is worried he is being inappropriate, but you just extent the formerly hidden limb and take his hand. He is pretty amazed. It doesn't feel how he expected, honestly.

"You ever see an octopus before?" He asks. You nod.

"I've seen them in books. Their biology isn't too different from ours." You say letting him really geta look at the purple tentacle. He knows the research on you, and what you can do with them (really, they're just extra arms), but he finds them very beautiful. He wishes you didn't have to hide. At least here, you don't.

He removes his hand and looks at the clear purple sheen left on him. Its slick, like an oil or some kind of lubricant. It is slightly sweet in smell.

"Hm... What's this?" He asks. He is so earnest compared to the researchers you had been working with. Marcus is neither disgusted by you, afraid, or poking at you with metal instruments.

You answer him, and for probably an hour you two ask questions back and forth, laughing together at some of the strange biology of humans and of your species. It feels really good, and an unfamiliar fuzzy feeling rises inside you. You miss your apartment, more than that you miss the mother-ship and you home planet, but this place feels right. Marcus feels right.

Marcus, Missy, and this new house, even after only a day, feel more like home than anywhere else on Earth has. You sleep soundly that night, looking forward to the future.

Marcus... he stays awake for another hour. Today went entirely different han he imagined, and be knows life is goijgntk change, at least for a while. He thinks about you and stares at the ceiling. He thinks abiut our true self, the most beautiful shade of purple he has ever seen.

Agent Whiskey x Male Reader

Words: 1652

Summary: You are Agent Whiskey's bisexual awakening, and he your potential guardian angel.

Tags: gay/bi awakening, looming threat of Dave York, implied past violence, second chances

Note: Raindro 2026, Day 5: Pink 🩷

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Being a Statesman agent gets you places. Mountaintops, casinos, ventilation systems in museums... But never before has Whiskey been to a place like the so called "Pink Pony Club". He honestly thought it was a strip club when he was presented with the last minute assignment, but it turned out to be a pretty normal club all things considered. He was told that a certain performer would be his informant. Upon stepping inside, his first thought was...

Where's the women?

All around him were extremely hot men, most of whom were in western attire. He fit right in, though he wasn't sure that they got the right impression of him, given the number of winks he was getting. He's flattered, really, but he doesn't swing that way...

He approaches the bar and makes some casual conversation with the bartender, a young man with dangly earrings. Jack asks about the place as if he's a non-local just looking for a good time. The bartender is nice enough to tell him when the shows are starting, what food to try in town, and he (naturally) recommends a drink. Whiskey takes it and non-conspicuously wanders around. He already knows the layout thanks to some intel.

Sneaking backstage was relatively easy for him since the place didn't have particularly high security. It smelled of hairspray and liquor, and it was bound to give him a bit of a headache if he stayed too long. He saw Dolly Parton, or maybe just a particularly fabulous drag queen, on his way in here, but he didn't have time to think about it because he has his eyes on the prize. You.

"Hey there, sweet thing." He says walking up to you, his southern drawl present as ever. You look at him, from his shoes up to his stetson. He is one fine piece of man, but you have no idea who he is.

"Howdy there cowboy... Where'd you come from?" You ask him. He could be a performer, but chances are he's a random that wandered backstage. Or... not a random, based on the look in his eyes.

"I'm a fan of your work, you see, and I was just wondering if you would wanna um... talk about it. Not sexually or anything just..." Whiskey's mind fails him for a second as he looks at you nice and slow. Up.... and down... He hasn't felt this before, and its confusing him. You're a very pretty man.

"Listen, I really appreciate it, but maybe just DM me on Instagram next time, okay?" You suggest. He is pretty damn hot, but you have a gig to show up to in under half an hour, and you aren't about to get sidetracked by this fine piece of man in those tight ass jeans. No sir, not today... maybe later though.

"Okay, I just need a little um..." He looks around conspicuously, partially out of habit, but partially because he is finding himself less smooth than usual. It ain't as easy talking to you as he thought. He looks at you again and continues his thought.

"Information. I've heard you're the guy to talk to." He finishes. You tilt your head just slightly, looking him over once again. Now you're very suspicious. You know things, and you know people. Bad people. Powerful people. That makes you valuable and vulnerable.

He could be anyone. An enforcer. A cop. His look doesn't give much away about him other than that he's some kind of southern.

"You a cop?"

"Something like that. Private investigator." His go-to lie works pretty well in these situations. People don't usually bother looking into PI's that often, and when they do, a clever fake name keeps them off his trail.

You glance at the time. There's 20 minutes until your performance, which ain't even remotely enough time to talk to him, regardless of who he says he is.

"What's your name?" You ask. You might as well get that from him.

"Jack." He replies. You take a long moment to think your next choice over.

"Alright Jack. After the show meet me out back and we can talk." You offer. He takes your hand and shakes it, a smile crossing his face.

"Sounds like a good deal to me darlin. Break a leg out there ans I'llcarch you after." With that he leaves you to get ready. You know you're gonna be anxious as hell after this, but you also know how to shove that to the side and perform. The main reason you love this place is because you can lose yourself in it. In the performance and the pink and the... everything.

You add some finishing touches to your makeup, stretch quickly, and then its showtime.

Whiskey is in the audience, watching the show. You're up there dancing to the music, enough skin on display to make him hot under the collar. He will have to think about this whole thing later. Its probably the booze and lack of women that are making you look so tempting, but its still throwing him for quite a loop.

He looks around. These are guys like him. Hell, half of them even have the same damn hat. He blends in here in a way that he didn't expect... he decides to head outside for some air after leaving a five on the stage for any of the dancers (but hopefully for you).

After counting your tips, which were pretty good since it was a Friday night, you head out to the alley. As expected Jack is waiting out there. You are a bit worried that he is gonna hit on you or worse, but you have pepper spray in case that happens.

"You did great out there. You do that often?" He asks.

"As often as I can." You reply. He nods, looking away from you for a second. He wants to talk about more than just the connections you have, but he knows he has to complete his mission.

"So about that chat." He starts. You visibly stiffen up a little bit. He hopes he can get you to relax and be honest with him.

For the sake of the mission, of course. No other reason...

"I need to know about a man you might know. Name's Dave-"

"No." You reply. You look shellshocked the second the name is dropped. That in and of itself is an answer for Jack. You know Dave York very well.

"Yes. Listen, I need a little bit of information on him and then you can go. We can make sure you don't get hurt, darlin." You are, again, sceptacle of his claims. Dave is dangerous. Remorseless. If he found out about this he would kill you before you even knew there was a target on your back

"Can you? Cause I'm not so sure about that. If you knew what he did..."

"I do darlin. I know" He assures you. The constant use of "darling" is working a bit. It makes you feel a little more familiar. Safe. You relax a smidgen and he continues to talk.

"I've seen worse than him, but he's connected to a larger operation that needs to be taken down. If you help us, youll be helping more than yourself."

That gives you pause. This guy has to be federal, not just some cop or PI if he knows all of this. You look him over again, not seeing anything more or less than before.

"Are you CIA? FBI? Cause I know you aren't just some shitty private investigator." You ask. He shakes his head.

"Naw, I'm Statesman." You look confused, having never heard of it. Its probably a cover, you assume. Either way you have bigger things on your mind at the moment than his lie. Like being in the crosshairs of Dave's sniper rifle.

"How can I trust you?" You ask, looking both suspicious and incredibly vulnerable. Dave has had you in a choke hold for years ever since you witnessed one of his murders. He is the best all end all in every part of your life.

"You have my word. I won't let anything happen to you, definitely not by him. I ain't working alone, either. We have agents to protect you. Keep you safe."

He is being sincere. His eyes are softened and his hat is held in his hand. A true southern gentleman is giving you his word right now. The question is if you'll accept it or not.

This might be your only chance. Your angel sent to take you away from danger and bring you back to a life of carefree joy. One without Dave lingering in the back of your head 24/7.

"You have yourself a deal. Just don't make me regret it." You say putting out your hand to shake. Jack takes it and squeezes more carefully than last time. He likes your hands, and when that thought reaches his brain he lets go like you've burned him. Real subtle Whiskey.

He reaches into his pocket to hand you a business card. Its simple, white with black writing. A name, a number, and the logo of the Statesman Distillary Co. You're pretty sure you've seen their whiskey on shelves before.

"I'll be in touch. All you gotta do is answer the phone." He says, stepping back and returning his hat to his head.

He e gives an awkward nod, for once not quite sure how to exit the conversation. He isn't sure he's been so flustered on a mission in... well, ever, actually. He's gonna have to do a whole lot of thinking tomorrow. About you and about this place.