#multi paul

You weren’t lying. While Paul was expecting maybe a key or some sort of cliche file to help take his collar off, he certainly wasn’t complaining the moment he tore the film off of his little gift.

There you were, in all your glory, images of yourself in some type of lingerie, position, or even completely bare— that left him salivating. It was no secret Paul missed you, the visits the only solace to the distance between you.

At times it seemed it wasn’t enough, given the amount of restrictions placed on the two of you. No excessive touching, you had to stay across the table, extra bullshit Paul wasn’t in the least impressed with, yet was stuck complying to.

But you, his sweet girlfriend, just knew when to push boundaries. And he was eating up every second of it.

The laminated film shined against the light of his cell, highlighting every perfect curve of your body. Paul’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, thumb sliding across the smooth surface as a soft hiss slipped from him.

Fuck, did he miss you. Every single inch. He missed coming back to you after a particularly hard mission, spotting your waiting body under the blankets to which he would climb under, securing his arms around your waist and pulling you in. You would always cuddle close, hand carrying up and down his body, assuring he sustained no major injuries. Sometimes, your gentle touches would illicit something deep inside his stomach— the man using the little bit of energy he had left to show you how excited he was to be back home.

But now, Paul was stuck in this damned cell, paying for his crimes with only fleeting images of you to keep him company. A sad case indeed, but he knew to make due.

Plus, Paul didn’t particularly plan to stay cooped up so long.

For now however, he would satiate himself with what you provided. Paul backed up until his knees hit his bed, sitting down and turning to press his back against the wall. Flipping through the polaroids, the man felt that familiar ache right between his legs. His hips shifted uncomfortably for a moment, blindly reaching for the zipper of his orange jumper. Revealing his white undershirt, and plain black boxes— the man hissed softly the moment his palm dragged across his growing bulge.

Blindly his fingers swept through the waistband of his underwear, curling around his length whilst his freehand flipped to the next photo. The light of your camera shined against your skin, the man wondering if you’d used some type of glittery lotion the way you just seemed to sparkle. A pretty purple set of lacey lingerie cupped your body perfectly, accentuating your breasts and the curve of your ass— and it certainly didn’t help the way your body arched; showing off every inch of your body.

Slowly, Paul’s palm dragged against his dick, teeth tucked tight against his bottom lip, quieting down his soft grunts. His mind was running wild, thoughts of you consuming him entirely. Replays of your past nights together, the man trying to perfectly remember every twitch and every moan you emitted.

He flinched the moment he made contact with his sensitive tip, hips rising right up into his hand. Precum was trickling from his slit, creating a mess he would concern himself with later— for now, the man was focusing on the next polaroid of you.

The picture featured you straddled a pillow, pretty thighs squeezing the plush item whilst covered in black sheer stockings. Hung up by gaterbelts that dug into your plump flesh, attached to the prettiest black underwear that rested high on your hips. Except this one was different then the other, given the undergarment was entirely crotch less; and the moment that realization hit, Paul was knocking his head back against the wall, closing his eyes tight.

“Fucking tease..” The man muttered to himself, eyebrows pushing close as he continued to fuck his hand. As the pleasure grew, he felt his legs widening, even pushing his boxers down further as his actions grew more vigorous. Paul could just imagine it, fingers playing with the lace and with your exposed pussy; fingers sliding across your wetness before dipping in, rubbing against your walls so perfectly you would cry out his name like some sort of prayer.

Paul’s stomach was clenching as time passed, lips parted as soft breaths escaped. His hand formed into a tight, wet fist, hips rising up into it as glossy eyes took in your last final polaroid.

You were completely bare, legs spread, arms opened— completely exposed to the watchful eye of your camera and Paul himself. He couldn’t help but focus between your thighs, wondering if you played with yourself during this process. The man could just guess how excited you were getting the entire time, pretty lips pouted as sweet moans escaped every time you rubbed at your little button.

Maybe you even played with your breasts; pulling and squeezing your nipples until they peaked, that thought alone caused him to twitch, hand falling to his side as the images laid out amongst his bed.

Paul dragged his hand up and down his length urgently, bated breaths and quick swears falling from his lips before he clenched, making a complete mess of his lower half.

Slowly, his hand slid down to his waist, slumping against the wall entirely as soft pants escaped him. His eyes closed, attempting to regain his breath after that little event.

Soon enough Paul’s eyes were opening, peeking at the pictures amongst his blankets, the corner of his mouth twitching into a little smile.

Which slowly fell the moment he glanced down at his legs, releasing the loudest sigh ever.

Being an assasin for The Order is MISERABLE work

Paul has to go through so much shit and violence and harassment to do his job

and it's so not worth it

there were times where he'd think "this is it, I'm so over, this is how it ends" and he'd find some peace in it

until he met you

You met casually, on one of Paul's rare grocery runs. He usually was too busy bouncing from job to job to have need for groceries, dining and dashing wherever he wanted around the globe.

but this had been a slow month and Paul needed cotton candy grapes

So, obviously, he goes to get some cotton candy grapes

and what does he find there but the prettiest person he's ever met

How... domestic?

He can't help himself, he chats you up

and he's sooooo full of himself, but so inexperienced at the same time

but, fuck it, he's cute

The transaction ends with an exchanging of phone numbers and a promise to meet later that night for drinks.

And so you do!

and then you meet up again

and again

until you've been "meeting up" twice a week for three months

you don't know that Paul has been hauling ass to make it back to your city between jobs

You don't even know Paul is an assassin for The Order.

he sure as shit isn't going to tell you

It's six months into this mess that Paul realizes he loves you

like.... loooooves you

This realization comes when a victim's bodyguard comes at his head with a sledgehammer, straight to the skull and knocking him down

He almost wavers, a familiar feeling of "oh, is this it? am I done now?" washing over him

before he remembers he's supposed to take you to dinner tomorrow night and picks his ass back up

He can't DIE, he has to go find out what kind of cologne you think smells best and get a haircut and invest in skincare for you

He can't die.... he has to take you out tomorrow

So, with a sudden rush of adrenaline, he finishes his job and sets off to make the best date of your life

He picks you up in a borrowed fancy car, calling in a favor from Machine Head, whose surprisingly on board with the whole thing

Like full "oh yeah I love love, go get laid man" type shit

give him the BMW beep beep hop In loser

But he's actually turning into quite the gentleman

"Y/n!! Hop in!" He grins at you, with a stupid, cocky veneer overlaying it all

and so you do, smiling as he leans over and opens the door for you from the inside

tonight should be perfect

"Oh, is that.... vanilla?" you asked with a smile, a familiar and comforting presence

"Your favorite scent!" he beams with smug pride, you have no idea how anal he had to be about colognes this morning, he's glad you like it

The date goes smoothly, and you're impressed with all the care Paul is obviously putting into this

"So.... Y/n.... You know how I'm just a normal dude?"

You raised an eyebrow, popping a mozzarella stick in your mouth "Is this about your powers?"

His jaw goes slack "Psshhht- wh- what? My powers?" he's losing grip on this, fast

but you gracefully dip your mozzarella stick in marinara, taking another bite "Uh, yeah, I've seen you on the news."

You chew in silence as Paul processes

"Oh- don't worry i'm not like a spy sent to kill you or anything. I don't really care that much." You eye him, narrowing them skeptically "but like.... you gonna make it official or what?"

He's thrown for a loop again

you've uncovered his secret and asked HIM out when he had plans for both scenarios

You were really something

God he loves you.

"Oh- Uhm-" he coughs into his elbow, looking back at you, his eyes darting around "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You smiled smugly, returning the cocky grin he's been giving you the last six months, and nodded "Yeah, sure"

It's a smug response, but the affection is palpable

He gets soooooo efficient at his job

Amanda "Mandy"

Nickname(s): Mandy (HATES)

Species: Magically Enhanced Human

Gender: Female

Age: Adult (chronologically), Toddler (physically)

Additional Headcanons:

How she got her powers is the same as in the comics, im purposely being vague just in case some haven't / don't plan on reading them.

By the time she meets the Guardians, Amanda's had her powers for quite some time and has used them a bit too much. As a result, she looks like a 3 year old but her monster form is gigantic and incredibly strong.

Another huge reason why she's so de-aged already is that she uses her titan form to intimidate people / when she's pissed. Amanda lets her anger get the best of her and while it feels great to deck someone in the face, all the transforming has clearly taken a toll.

For obvious reasons, Amanda doesn't get with Rudy in Indomitable nor does she have a partner.

Because of her appearance, many talk down to her and treat her like, well, a child. The nickname "Mandy" is a bothersome reminder of that as she sees it more as people babying her rather than taking her seriously.

To make up for her child-like appearance, Amanda has a much bolder and more brash exterior. She swears a lot, gives attitude, and doesn't sugar coat anything; ironically, the constant cursing makes her seem even more immature.

Absolutely hates being carried and will bite or punch anyone who attempts.

Her Titan Toddler form has thick, fireproof scales, rough skin, sharp claws, and mountains of muscles, making her one of the more useful and adaptable Guardians.

Rudolph "Rudy" Conners

Nickname(s): Rudy

Species: Human (born), Viltrumite (cloned)

Gender: Male

Age: Adult

Additional Headcanons:

Again, Rudy's backstory up until the cloning storyline is the same as in the comics / show and I won't go into detail just in case.

Rather than going after Rex to get Amanda's attention (which i always thought was WEIRD and DUMB but moving on), Rudy instead thinks from a more tactile and advantageous standpoint. He and Cecilia are much closer in Indomitable, so he's one of the first besides Donald teleported in to see the mess Nolan left behind after murdering the original Guardians. Rudy offers to help with cleanup which Cecilia doesn't think twice about agreeing to since she has a whole new set of heroes to band together to save the world.

As Rudy's cleaning up the blood he uses microscopic tool to sample just enough of the tissue from the floor; he has no clue who's it is, but he needs this. Fast forward to when he makes shady deals with the Mauler Twins to grow him a new body and transfer his consciousness, it turns out Rudy hit the jackpot: he'd grabbed Nolan's DNA...dun dun dunnnn

Being that Viltrumites have so many biological advantages over humans, it takes Rudy a minute to get used to his new stolen body. He's extremely cautious about showing off his new form and it takes him months to show even Amanda, his closest friend (?); naturally she's horrified to see another Omni-Man walking around and tells Rudy to "put that thing away before Mark sees and flips his shit".

Another advantage Rudy sees is that now Earth has a Viltrumite that's 100% loyal and won't be turning on everyone for Viltrum...the obvious downside is that he can't publicly show his face without brows being raised at the minimum. Cecilia's just as torn; she hates seeing Nolan 2.0 wandering around her facilities, but Rudy is right to some extent - with Nolan off the grid, Mark too unreliable and worried about what other's think, and the new Guardians being a fucking catastrophe, she doesn't have a great defense if god forbid more Viltrumites happened to come to Earth. She's not exactly comfortable with this, and honestly fears what Mark would do should he find out, but has to accept it for the obvious advantage.

Mark does eventually find out and goes nuclear, quitting the Guardians mid-panic attack and ending his weird, distant friendship with Rudy and by extent, Amanda since she'd known for months at this point. He drills all the other Guardians (Rae, Kate, Shapesmith, Samson, and Immortal) and remains civil with them after learning that they were just as blindsided. Rudy tries to apologize and explain himself but it comes out more as "I'm sorry you feel that way, but Earth needed an actual strong, reliable Viltrumite" which makes everything worse.

Rudy wants nothing to do with the Viltrumite Empire or wars or anything related; he just happened to get lucky and steal some demigod's DNA and all he plans on doing is protecting Earth.

Kate & Paul Cha

Nickname(s): N/A

Species: Magically Enhanced Human

Gender(s): Female & Male

Age(s): Adult

Additional Headcanons:

The twins' backstory is the same as in the comics / show, no spoilers, etc etc

Despite the fact that both were taken in completely different directions, they miss each other deep down. Kate hates that her brother is a criminal and secretly fears she'll have to fight or kill him one day and vice versa.

Unlike in the show, Kate is actually good friends with Mark when they're on the Guardians together. They enjoy training with each other as both have strong martial arts backgrounds and even find themselves gossiping whenever they have down time or even mid-battle.

After Kate had almost been killed by the Lizard League, she felt like the only one who actually gave her a chance to explain herself was Mark; she felt like everyone else either judged her for "giving up that easily" or leaving for an easier life. After moving off the grid, Kate keeps in contact with him and sends him postcards here and there.

After leaving hero life for good, the first thing Kate does is go to therapy which she'd honestly needed for...decades. It helps and she even picks up a few hobbies like hiking, crochet, and even volunteers at a local elementary school.