Katherine: told my kids I couldn’t find the hot coca powder to which my 4 billion year old child said “maybe someone took it and hid it in the washing machine” which is a suspiciously specific theory, and would explain why clothes come out sticky.
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Aboddon: can you at least try to see things from my perspective!?
Ben: crouches down
Aboddon: …..I despise you.
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Aboddon: I have done nothing wrong, except for the atrocities I’ve done. Besides that I’m innocent.
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Esther putting her hands on Ben's shoulders: take the day off from being the bigger person and choose violence, you deserve it.
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Katherine: Aboddon!
Aboddon: What? I didn’t kill him. It was the forces of nature.
Katherine: You pushed him off a roof!
Aboddon: Gravity is a force of nature.
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Ben: Aboddon!
Aboddon: Cease your prattling. He died of natural causes.
Ben: You stabbed him!
Aboddon: Somewhere not immediately lethal, and then he bled out. Not dying after losing so much blood would be UN-natural, therefore the causes of his death were natural.
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Nathan: We saved our best idea for last.
Katherine: If it was our best idea, why did we save it for last?
Nathan: Because we didn't know it was our best idea until all our other ideas turned out to be terrible. :)
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Ben: Give me a minute, I need to put this in the microwave
Esther: Didn't realize you trusted the government, Johnny
Ben: ... What
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Aboddon: Are we sure tornadoes aren’t fun? Just a few spins.
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Ben: WAIT MOM! PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT MY LAPTOP!
Katherine: Why?
Ben: I'm... an adult. And I do... adult things on there...
Katherine: This is a buzzfeed quiz?
Ben, forcibly shutting the laptop: WHICH DISNEY PRINCESS I AM IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!
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Esther: “fatherless behavior” actually he was there and that’s actually the whole problem.
Katherine: no phrase makes me trust a person less than “just trust me”
Ben: Hey, Nathan, how are you feeling?
Nathan: I’m fine
Katherine: okay I take it back that one’s worse
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Aboddon: How do extremely tall people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?
Katherine spitting out coins: Aboddon, it's four o'clock in the morning, go back under the sink or something.
Aboddon: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?
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Charlie: Is that... necessary?
Aboddon: *trying to run away but he can't because he's on a kid-leash*
Katherine: Yes.
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Heather: I heard Ben is in jail, is this true?
Esther: yeah, for something he didn’t do
Heather: what didn’t he do?
Esther: run fast enough.
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Ben: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.
Aboddon: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them. :)
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Aboddon: Mother! Esther is looking down on me. >:(
Katherine: That’s because she's on the counter and you’re short. Also I’m not your mother.
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Aboddon: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.
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Ben at the breakfast table: Yesterday I overheard Esther asking, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Aboddon replying “trust me.” I have never moved from one room to another so fast in my life.
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Ben: I’m adopting a blue whale and keeping it in my bathtub
Annabelle: Ben, blue whales can grow over 100 feet
Esther: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?
Ben: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!
Aboddon: You guys are getting paid?
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Ben: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Esther: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Nathan?
Nathan: Probably “road work ahead”.
Aboddon: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.
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Katherine: Can I be frank with you guys?
Aboddon: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.
Ben: Can I still be ben?
Nathan: Shh, let Frank speak.
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*Esher, Ben, and Nathan are sitting on a bench*
Katherine: Why do you guys look so sad?
Nathan: Sit down with us so we can tell you.
Katherine: *sits down*
Esher: The bench is freshly painted.
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Aboddon: I'm gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why
Esther: Only if you also don't ask why
Esther: *pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick
Aboddon:
Esther:
Aboddon: This one is fine
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Esher: You love me, right, mom?
Katherine: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.
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Aboddon: *kicks the door down looking panicked*
Katherine: What did you do?
Aboddon: Nobody died
Katherine: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
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how did I do? and want to see more, let me know lol
would it be alright if you were to write a fluff(maybe smut?) hancock x reader who has adhd who's just overwhelmed with quests and doesn't know which one to do first? Lol please and thank you:)
Of the People, For the People
John Hancock x ADHD!GN Reader (FLUFF!!)
CW: reader struggles with their ADHD, John thinks it’s cute, cursing, guilt, restlessness, slight OOC Hancock, slight suggestive themes towards the end, fluff, possible grammatical/spelling errors, briefly proof read
AN: as someone with ADHD this ask actually really hit home. It was half the reason why I could never start games like Fallout and Skyrim in the first place was because there are so many things you can do, the idea alone was overwhelming to me because I knew it’s start and never finish just about everything pushed my way. Then the TV series came o it and all that changed upon the simple acquirement of a hyperfixation on the ghoul and thus my love for fallout was born! 😂 I am still rather new to Fallout games, lore and such so please be gentle if I have gotten anything wrong, I’m still doing my best at learning everything I can to write these well and properly! But I hope I did your ask some justice with this Anon! Hope you all enjoy some more love for our Mayor Hancock. 🥰
Tag-list: @expirednukacola
“Ugh, there’s just too much to doooo” you whined as you plopped down onto his bed in the state house, exhausted and sore all over from setting up not one, not two, but three whole settlements in one day. Of course it wouldn’t be a day out in the commonwealth if you hadn’t run into monstrosities along the way or people along the way to other settlements who needed other things from you. For instance, there was someone who needed saved from thinking they were a synth and returned to their parents, other people who needed help getting their settlements started, people who needed you to kill some super mutants, people who needed you to eliminate some feral ghouls some place else, and after that you couldn’t even remember if you tried. Thank goodness for your Pip-Boy keeping track of these things or else you feared you’d never remember it all. There was just so much that others, especially Preston, were asking of you to do out here that it was beginning to become just a bit too overwhelming to take on all at once. You loved that you could be help for people, so unfortunately you never really paid your own wellbeing any mind until now that it was at such a detriment you could hardly even think straight, much less accurately hit a target or properly even speak to someone without sounding like intelligence was your dump stat. You wanted ever so badly to be that light for people who had seemed to lose hope because it’s what you would want others to do for you if you were in need. You lived and breathed by that golden rule taught to you so long ago. Come to think of it, the only person who you’d done everything for last that you could remember was Hancock, which was actually how you two ended up together.
“Being commander of the Minutemen will do that to ya, sunshine” Hancock teased, leaning against the door frame as he looked at you, tiredly splayed out on his bed in amusement, finding it funny that the commander of such a large militia could be so…well, you. Anyone else would likely be overwhelmed with power to the point of paranoia, or the opposite and let it go to their head and break them of the person they once were, but you were still yourself through everything. He admired the way you wanted to help people, the way you helped the poor and needy in the ways he wished the rich would do, but he could tell it was taking a clear toll on your wellbeing in doing so. He genuinely couldn’t remember the last time you told someone no, or that you flat out just couldn’t help them because he could see that look in your eyes when someone asked you for help. He saw the sympathy, the pain, saw the way you felt so bad knowing that if you didn’t, they likely wouldn’t make it out in the harsh world of the commonwealth. His heart ached for you in that sense, because he remembers a time when he wanted to help everyone in his town that he could, any way he could, hell it was the whole reason he became the mayor of Goodneighbor in the first place. But just like you, he needed someone to make him realize that you can’t do everything, some things just have to play out and fix themselves on their own. “But I think you need to take a break from it for a day or two, give yourself a chance to recoup. You’re working’ yourself to death and I’m startin’ to get worried” he added, walking into the room to join you and he watched you sit up, looking completely defeated and worried at the idea of not helping others or running things for just a day, let alone two but also at the fact that now he was concerned for you. “But they need me, John. If I don’t help them…what would become of them? What kind of leader would I be to just leave them in shambles? I can’t live with the idea of lives lost because of me…” you said with a guilty tone, clearly torn between the idea of helping yourself or helping others, and the sweet innocence of your good natured personality made him smile softly as he closed the door behind him and sat down next to you on his bed.
“Even heros need a vacation, love. Helping people who won’t make it is wonderful, it’s one of the many things I love about you. But people can just as easily be hurt when they’re guided in the wrong direction because the person directing them isn’t taking care of themselves the way they need to. A good leader needs strength sure, but that strength depletes and needs replenished every now and again, and that’s okay” he said, grabbing your hand in his, squeezing it in the hopes to offer you some level of comfort to assure you his words meant no harm, he simply just wanted you to look out for yourself as much as you looked out for others around you. He knew it got through to you when he heard you exhale an audible deep breath you’d been holding in for so long. “I guess, I just…I don’t know. It feels extra difficult for me because I can never stay focused on just one thing. I get started on one project, then someone comes along and I get so side tracked trying to help them that I forget all about where I started! I probably have twenty of these damn missions at least half started before I dropped them for something else entirely. It’s so frustrating and overwhelming because then they all start to pile up, and then I don’t know where to start!” you explained, making him laugh. Who would have ever guessed his big, fearless commander of the Minutemen, partner was easily sidetracked by their ADHD. But he wouldn’t want you any other way. “Yet you completed everything I asked of you with no issue” he pointed out with a smug grin, making you blush at the realization that he noticed that. “Well…yeah. I did it because I liked you and wanted to get closer to you. I was fixated on it because I wanted it to better my chances of being with you, so to me it wasn’t work. It was just doing something that you, someone I care for, asked me to do, so I did it” you admitted bashfully, making him smile at the wholesome reason you gave him. “That’s so fucking cute” Hancock replied as he put his arm around you, pulling you into his side, making you blush even more before covering your face with your hands. “It’s cute until you realize I killed someone for you” you quipped with a grin once you’d moved your hands away to look at him, making him chuckle at your reply. “Made it even” he joked, referring to when Finn tried to haggle you when you first showed up to Goodneighbor. “Fair enough” you responded as you chuckled, but he could still tell that you hadn’t fully come around to the idea yet, something still had its hold on you but at least you started to open up to the idea.
“C’mon, let’s just take the next couple of days to relax. The settlements will be fine, they run pretty well on their own, I’m sure they can survive a day or two without you. Maybe Nick or Codsworth can run ship while you take the time to yourself” he said, making you lean your head against his shoulder as you contemplated it. “Poor Codsworth, I wouldn’t do that to him. He tended to my house for two hundred years despite the absolute state of decay it was in from the explosions, thinking the family would come back any day and it drove him nearly mad. I could only imagine what running settlements would do to him” you said, making him chuckle. “Okay then how ‘bout Nick? He’s traveled with you long enough, he’s a smart guy, I’m sure he could handle it. I’m sure he’d more than understand that you need some time to yourself to get back that good ol’ fighting spirit” he added. “You think so?” You asked skeptically, making him sling his arm around your waist to hold you close and help ease your nerves the best he could. It was times like these that you wished you had the confidence and aloof attitude Hancock had about just about everything. “I know so. Think about it, you set them up, taught them what they know, they already manage pretty well on their own, they got this! Just lay back and relax for a change!” he said, easing your nerves just a little bit more at the idea. For someone who never wanted a leader to be too comfortable, he really wanted you to be, it was strange yet heart warming to see how much he cared about you and wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself. So you finally gave in, maybe a couple of days to relax and do what you wanted to do didn’t sound bad after all. Maybe you could enjoy a couple of drinks one night, or hell, maybe enjoy just sleeping in a bed two nights in a row for a change, give your body a rest from sleeping on the cold hard ground in a sleeping bag. And not have to worry about all the things floating around in your mind that need done. That sounded like heaven to you once you convinced yourself with Hancock’s help that it could really be useful. “Okay, but if I do, I can’t just lay in bed all day. I literally can’t, I’ll go crazy” you said, making him laugh, knowing the way you can’t sit still for more than a few minutes at a time just on the regular while you’re on the go. “We don’t have to, these couple of days are for what you wanna do sunshine. Though I wouldn’t mind it of course if we spent all of it in bed, but staying in bed all day doesn’t necessarily mean *just* sleeping, ya know” he said, his voice slipping into that characteristic deep, gravelly suggestive tone with a mischievous grin painting his thin, irradiated lips as he pulled you into his side, making you laugh. “John!” You said, seemingly flabbergasted at his reply, but truthfully you hadn’t expected anything less from him. “Oh you know I love it when you yell my name, keep doin’ it sunshine” he said flirtatiously with that ever recognizable smirk painted across his face as he crawled on top of you on the bed, littering your face and neck with kisses through a shared fit of laughter. Maybe a little break wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Heimdall covered his mouth, clenching his teeth together in annoyance, anger, pleasure.
His eyes shut tightly trying to ignore these visions in his mind and try to focus on the pull his body was making. His thoughts were trying to train themselves but to no avail. He only wanted to remember the dream he had just the night before. The thoughts came to him as fast as they slipped away only mere pictures in his mind.
It was hot inside and outside and this was not making it any better. Anger, frustration, pleasure… all attributing to the overwhelming heat outside. He leaned his head back against the bedframe his eyes still stubbornly sown shut. His hand still held tight to his mouth not letting anything other than muffled noises come out of his mouth. The noise - heimdall remembered in a single thought of logic through the fog of nothing but need. his hand immediately slowly down to a more reasonable pace, a normal one to reduce the noise. But the noise in his head still swarmed, swarmed with other peoples thoughts. Their insignificant little problems… he could not think. He could tell who’s thoughts were who’s with ease because their problems were always the same ‘is thrúd going to be okay? I don’t want her to end up like-’ ‘Is she really going to continue hurting me like this? I want to be-‘ he shook his head finally seeing the picture from his dream it was still cloudy. Your words sounded like a mumble unintelligible and quiet, before you had kissed him. Several more pictures sparked in his mind, all of them seeming so real but so fake it was a fantasy after all, a dream. It certainly felt real, the warm breath by his ear, his fingers curiously slipping between your folds - the wet warmth that greeted and coated his fingers when he finally gained the courage to push past your folds, the feeling of his head lightening as his tongue slipping between your folds his nose pressed against the top of your labia- his teeth clenched hard. As his need spilled all over his stomach. A deep breath left him his eyes blinking open - finally - he thought… he’d been at it for thirty minutes before he could actually focus up enough to finish. And for a few seconds he was content, stuck in bliss he wanted to grip the feeling, hold it close but eventually it slipped from his grasp.
He looked down at his hand his thumb and palm wet from his abrupt release, the disgust never escaped him - that was pathetic - his thoughts sighed. He took a brief moment to sully himself before he stood from his bed stuffing himself back into his pants.
((✿: heimdall having wet dreams abt eating you out… possible pt 2?))
I’m trying to jump back into writing for my boy again. This song has been stuck in my head and it’s so beautiful that everyone needs to hear it. This will be like an AU to my long fic “Olden Times. Modern Thinking.” It’s the same reader but anything that happens in this fic does not impact the main storyline. It’s just supposed to be a cute lil thing for y’all.
Special shout out to my queen @engardeitsme for always slaying the writing scene and being a big inspiration for me~
The song is See You Again by Tyler, The Creator ft. Kali Uchis.
You live in my dream state.
Relocate my fantasy.
It was so reckless of you to have followed Atreus to Freya’s old abandoned home. And even more so when you jumped through that vortex of ravens. When you realized they dropped you both off at the top of the wall instead of the outskirts of Asgard you knew things were going to be different than the game. Especially when you lifted your head and found yourself staring directly into the most beautiful violet galaxies to bless this world. Thank god for Santa Monica Studio.
“I don’t know who that is, but I assure you… they have nothing to do with my godly appearance.” Heimdall preened after reading your unmitigated thoughts. You should probably try to keep your thoughts under lock and key.
“You can try but I think we both know that won’t work.” He smirked down at you after he offered you a hand. Only one more thought crossed your mind as you could feel his unadulterated godly power beneath his skin. If he had wanted to, all he had to do was pull a little bit more on your hand and you’d be down an arm. Oh fuck.
Heimdall’s eyes filled up with mirth as he let go of your hand, perhaps a bit more gently then he had grabbed it.
“Yes, ‘oh fuck’ indeed.”
I stay in reality.
You live in my dream state.
It was, to put it mildly, fucking annoying to have someone be able to read your every thought. Especially when that person was a dickhead like Heimdall. Why was that prick allowed to be gorgeous? Like who gave him the right?
“You know it’s honestly quite pathetic how often your thoughts linger on me. Though I can’t blame you. I am, oh how did you put it…” he took a bite of his apple as he failed to look like he was actually thinking. “… oh right, gorgeous.” He tossed his half eaten apple aside as he smirked down at you. Eyes crinkled with amusement. You rolled your own as you shot back your own retort.
“You know it’s honestly quite pathetic how often you linger around me. Though I can’t blame you. You probably don’t get many compliments do you?” You uttered, trying to mock him. His mouth fell into a flat line as he walked closer towards you. He bent down to be closer to your height. Your eyes fell to Gjallarhorn before you quickly moved them back to meet his eyes as you made a conscious effort to not think about the game you were currently residing in. Their future.
Heimdall narrowed his eyes before immediately rolling them and standing back up to his full height. He immediately turned and walked away but not before slightly turning his head back towards you as he threw out the first backhanded compliment he’s ever given you.
“No need to be so feisty. All though your nothing compared to all the goddesses I’ve seen, you’re not too bad. For a mortal.” Despite being no where near nice, you felt your face heat up anyways. God he’s such an ass. And you fucking like him.
2020 2020 vision.
Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision eye…
It’s been a week. A full week of being stuck in Asgard doing fuck all as Atreus went and did his little magic lessons with Odin. You tried to help out the staff here and there but it seemed they didn’t want you to. You couldn’t tell if it was because they saw you as a guest and therefore shouldn’t be doing chores or because they saw you as human and therefore were inept at even doing chores. Either way, you were stuck with nothing to do. Occasionally Thrud would show up to hang with you but for the most part, she also had her own things to do. So that left you alone with your thoughts.
Heimdall would often come by to annoy you. But for some reason his teasing had become more bearable. You can tell it was all on his part too. His snide remarks would hit less. He’s even slowed down on the constant reading of your thoughts. Though you don’t understand why. You huffed as you sat down on a bench just outside of a field of crops. Your mind began to wander to your home. And of all the things you were missing as your brain filled this void with music.
“…wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.”
The song and the beautiful music video played in your mind as you lost yourself to the beat, not knowing someone was watching it with you.
The video began to shift in your mind as you thought about the past week. Heimdall taking you on patrol so he could keep an eye on you, or so he says. You wondering out loud in the silence on why he would need to keep such a close eye on you, a measly mortal. Him not giving you an answer as he crossed his arms and looked over the New Midgard settlement. And that non-answer being answer enough for you.
You trying to find Heimdall in the humdrum of Gladsheim. Thinking about how maybe if you thought about him hard enough he might show up and whether or not that constitutes as praying. Heimdall showing up immediately after, answering your question that yes at least for him, it counts as praying. Heimdall then trying to poke fun at you by saying how none of your friends had time for you but never got to it as he saw in your mind that for some reason you came looking for him first. You frowned up at his frozen face as he backtracked and instead said if you had nothing better to do then at least be useful and help him brush Gulltoppr.
The past immediately transformed into the future in your minds eye as your heart beat quickened with images of what’s to come. Kratos, the intimidating yet kind god who took you in, pummeling Heimdall’s face into the ground.
Heimdall grasped his throat as these images played in your mind. The God Killer once again living up to his name as he squeezed the life out of him. Heimdall didn’t want to believe that was him on the ground. Couldn’t believe he was covered in his own blood. Missing an arm even. These images flashing through your mind seemed too real to be just visions of a potential future. It’s like you’ve witnessed them before. He noticed in this vision that you weren’t there when it happened. In this image you were holding onto some strange device. Your thumbs moving these strange black levers as a blue light emitted from it. There was a strong connection between you and Kratos in that moment. But before he can try to figure out what exactly was happening your mind warped once more.
You now were thinking about ways to alter this future. What could you say? What could you do? Is there anything you could do to persuade Heimdall that you didn’t want him to die? That for some ungodly reason, you actually like him and believed that he could be more than what his father wants him to be.
Heimdall felt a wave of emotions crash over him as he stared into the back of your head. He listened carefully to the next words you sung under your breath, hoping the breeze would carry them away from you, along with all the emotions tied to them. The breeze instead carried them straight to the man, the god, they were sung for.
“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?…”
Heimdall then wondered in his very long, very loyal life… if he was truly doing the right thing. He glanced towards the sky as black feathers danced together. Almost mocking him with the simple fact that he would never be able to dance with you. Not in the way you’d want him too.
“…I said I’m ‘bout to go to war. And I don’t know if ima see you again.”
No. Heimdall wouldn’t let you go to war. This war was his to fight in and his alone. He couldn’t be with you in the way he desperately wanted to. Lest you both face the ire of the All-Father. But he will make sure that you stay safe.
Heimdall turned on his heel as he left you to think. After all, he was given a mission by the All-Father. Shouldn’t be too hard, it’s only in Vanaheim after all.
Just a short and cute lil oneshot to get back in the groove~ (о´∀`о)
Idea: You once inhabited our world but through magical unknown means, you were brought to the realm of BG3! You don’t exactly yell from the top of your lungs that your from a different realm and you often hold back the information of how we know of their world (It’s a video game here :D!) while your off living your dreams a certain Devil that you happen to annoy finds your phone and demand the password.
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You sighed pleasantly sitting in the lounge area of Sharess Caress. A cup of wine in your hand tilted towards your lips as you waited for the infamous devil to come greet you. He was supposedly in the middle of another deal. The drow twins had offered to keep you occupied until his arrival but you insisted to them that Raphael finding you in such a way would be disastrous. Though the drow twins seemed to not believe you. You found the whole interaction rather odd. You thought about the details of how they really seemed to believe he would join in.
The thought nearly made you laugh. Raphael was never someone you followed closely before you came to the realm of baldurs gate. As a character you understood his roll but never fell into the class that was infatuated with him. Though you did admit, his devil form was more appealing to you than his human disguise, but you would never admit that to someone like him. You refused to give him the gratification.
This lead your thoughts to your ‘friendship’ if you two considered one another friends at all. You weren’t sure if he was truly capable of considering someone a friend. At times you two complimented one another through thrilling conversation, revelations over planning things, or simply teasing one another.
You even shared some of the same interests with the devil but he was always so guarded and stand offish. Just when you thought you got somewhere with the devil he would turn his back on you and laugh in your face about it. The man throughly puzzled you to say the least, but you stopped trying to understand the man and just took him at face value and often played attempted to play him in the ways that he’s played you. Seeing the smoke wafting off his shoulders while he glared at you just made you feel a certain type of pleasure.
One could go as far as saying that getting underneath his skin was boarding a kink for you. “Ah, there’s my favorite client!” You turned your gaze upward, the wine glass rim you had pressed to your lip let off as you smiled at him “Aw? I’m your favorite?” You could see the scowl already tugging at his lips as his eyes flattened “Amazing, you’ve already managed to overstay your welcome.” You let a rather snarky laugh out from your throat before tilting your head back and downed the rest of your wine within a gulp or two. You leaned your head back up taking a breath and smacking your lips as you moved your feet off the table and stood up clapping “Alright! Let’s get on with it, why did you send for me?” Raphael nodded turning “Come, let’s go somewhere a little more private.”
We walked up a few more steps and he led me to a room he seemed to be occupying here in baldur’s gate. In the room there was nothing interesting. He stopped and turned to face me, making my gaze trail back to him. He hummed out rather pleased with himself “Look at what I’ve found-“ as soon as you saw your phone in his grasp you lunged forward “My phone!” He held the phone away from you “Ah, ah, ah.” You glared at him with a huff “Raphael, that is my personal property. You need to give it to me right now.” He rolled his eyes at you.You were so unafraid of him, when you first met, he thought you were just too stupid to comprehend who or what he was.
Though, from your conversations with him, he’s realized you’re actually much smarter than the average mortal he’s encountered. It wasn’t until you finally told him that you come from another realm that it made sense to him. Sure, Raphael was aware of other realms beyond this one, but they weren’t easily travelled to and according to the annoying wizard you kept around, yours was unusually hard to get to and isolated from the weave almost entirely. This caused him to view you differently. You weren’t a mere pawn to him anymore, you were an unknown entity to him. He wanted to pick your brain about your world’s cultures philosophy, how humans there acted and how easily he could take an advantage of them if he wanted to. Though, for you to answer any of his questions, he would need to ask you first. He refused to do that. He refused to do anything that he considered taking a knee to you.
Raphael expression turned smug as he stated “I’m curious, what would you be willing to do in exchange for this item?” The woman in front of him shrugged “I could kill you. It’s a little soon for that though, don’t you think?” Raphael huffed “You’re no fun today. This must mean a lot to you.” He looked at the odd object in his hand. His curious would be the death of him. He cleared his throat slightly looking back at you “I’ll throw you a bone since you’ve done so much for me as of recently (Y/n).” You raised an eyebrow at the devil. You instantly knew this was out of character for him. There was a threat somewhere between his honey glazed words “I’ll give you this item, if you show me how it works and such.” You looked at him surprised as he looked back at the phone “It’s not every day even I get my hands on something like this.”
Beginning to understand that he was genuinely curious about your phone, you nodded “Alright, fine. Can we at least get a little more comfortable? It’s going to take a minute.” He nodded and you two sat next to one another on the bed within the room and you reached for the phone “Here-“ he glared jerking it away from you making you groan “I’m not going to take it and run away. Now give me the phone!” He looked surprised at your outburst. It wasn’t often when you genuinely didn’t indulge his antics.
He cautiously lowered the phone down to your hand allowing you to take it. You gleefully pressed the side button and the logo appeared on the screen! He asked leaning down and closer next to you “What’s it doing?” You chuckled side eyeing how close his face was next to yours and the fact that he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders with his hand rest on the opposite one.
You shrugged explaining “Just Turing it on. It’ll only take a couple moments.” He waited patiently, you swore if he wasn’t disguised right now his tail would be swishing around inquisitively behind himself. Your background popped up and you immediately opened your locked phone smiling “Wow! I never thought I’d get to check my phone again!!!” You leaned your screen closer to Raphael “Okay look, this is my texts, this is how people in my world communicate quickly-“ Raphael listened intently as you explained the concept of a smart phone to him. You showed him various apps, some music He didn’t like it, and also a few photos. You hummed gesturing “Here, play around with it for a few moments.” He questioned “Really?” You nodded “Yeah! Gives me an excuse to get another glass of wine!” You stood up and hummed “I’ll be right back.” And exited the room. Raphael looked back down at the ‘phone’ in his hands and just began exploring its contents as you showed him previously. He was actually quite impressed that a random batch of humans with no magic could create such a device…
He went back to your Home Screen and tapped on what he remembered to be your photos. An opportunity to see your secrets. Though, instead of secrets he found nothing but memories or pictures that he down right just didn’t understand. He scrolled all the way down and picked up an eyebrow as he spotted the words ‘Hidden’ He tapped on it but the screen changed to a series of numbers causing him to hiss. He thought back to the code he watched you put in before and punched in the numbers slowly. To his surprise, the device allowed him access to the images! He wondered what vast secrets you could be hiding within these photos. He began looking through them but he quickly realized these were not world altering secrets. Well maybe they were world altering because he could feel himself getting hard as he stared at your naked form on the screen.
You were posed rather cutely, much to his distress, with your ass in the air, your ankles crossed and your charming cute innocent yet mischievous facial expression. He swiped to another one hoping that maybe he just was an ass man but much to his dismay the next photo was arguably worse with you on your knees a collar around your neck and your tongue out, as if you were begging for it. Staring at the photo he was genuinely at a loss for words. He couldn’t rip his eyes away from the images until the door swung back open “Back! I had to hunt down a good brand-“ you stopped immediately feeling the temperature of the room was hotter, stuffier almost. You tilted your head a Raphael seeing his eyes locked on the screen of your phone wide. Stepping forward you peered at the screen and gasped snatching the phone come him “Those are private!!!” You clicked the phone of glaring down at the fiend.
He looked up at you and opened his mouth to answer but shut it again. What could he say? Anyway he sliced it, he wanted to fuck you at the moment. You raised an eyebrow at him curiously at his reaction. Usually when you yell at him he yells back. But right now he looked like his world was destroyed. You couldn’t help as your angered expression turned to one of pure embarrassment as you huffed crossing your arms “What? Did you think my body was that horrific?” His head snapped to you immediately correcting “No. not at all.”
That made you read back slightly in confusion as you raised an eyebrow shifting your weight to one hip “Then why do you look like that? You look like you’re going to throw up.” You huffed using humor to cope with the amount of embarrassment you’re currently experiencing “You didn’t have to be so rude about it you know?” Raphael looked up at you and attempted to choke out “No-I was-“ he stopped with a slight groan of frustration leaving him, he averted his gaze from you once again and you realized there was a tinge of red to his cheeks. You gaze dripped down and that’s when you finally saw the impression in his pants. Your eyes widen slightly and you fell quiet…
This was quite the curious situation you found yourself in. You had yet to consider pursuing one of the characters that was previously non-datable. What’s more, you couldn’t deny that it was rather flattering seeing his reaction to your naked photos.
“Fuck it.”
You tilted your head, the air around you shifting as you slowly stepped towards him “I see now…” his head snapped to you as he felt your nimble fingers touch his thighs. He cleared his throat leaning back “I don’t think-“ you cut him off again as you dropped to your knees and rather easily parted his legs biting your lip as you stared downward. You leaned down kissing along the cloth that kept your lips from meeting the skin he desperately wanted you to “Raphael, I know your one hell of a prideful devil but couldn’t we just have a bit of fun? It’s obvious you’d like too.” You leaned back looking up at him. He stared down at you silently for a moment, enjoying that your rather cute face was between his legs and you were actively trying to persuade him to fuck you. He let a low, growl leave him as he leaned forward asking “Darling, if I fuck you, I will not be gentle or merciful in the slightest.”
You leaned up with your hand going to either side of him on the bed as you whispered not far from his lips “I would never ask that of you.” His smirk only grew from there until you chimed leaning away from him making him frown “I have one condition!” He raised an eyebrow “A condition?” He watched you smirk down at him. He’d swore you were one of his own kind with the glint he saw in your eyes and the joy he saw in your lust filled expression “I want the you to drop the silly little human disguise.” You gestured swirling your pointer finger over his figure.” He raised an eyebrow “My-“ he looked down pausing but looked back up with you smiling “Oh- in that case.” He snapped his fingers standing and suddenly flames wrapped around him but disappeared just as quickly releasing his devilish form.
His wings shifted slightly and rolled his neck as his horned finished appear “Is this more to your liking?” You nodded immediately moving forward pushing him back onto the bed “It’s exactly what I wanted.” You noticed the surprise in his expression but don’t want to ruin the moment so you persist as you connect your lips to his while crawling over top of him. He immediately returns the kiss feverishly as he tangled his claws into your hair.
The smell of ash filling your sense of smell as you kissed him, your hands begging to roam his chest. You pulled the strings of his pants and begin loosening them at the same time his hands moved to unbutton your shirt. You leaned up quickly discarding your shirt and bra rather quickly. Raphael in the same token taking the opportunity to slide his pants down. You quickly turn your attention back to him humming lightly as you push his shirt up exposing his stomach.
You leave kisses down his stomach and even nip the more sensitive skin along his hip, hearing his breath hitch, your eyes flicker to his. You see him watching you intently, you sink down further kissing his inner thighs “Your testing my patience…” his hand reached out to your head rest there as you obey his subtle threat and gather saliva on your tongue as you press your tongue to the base of his shaft and licked up to his head wrapping your hand around the lower shaft you take his head into your mouth lightly gliding your tongue against the slick head you, you go further sinking lower into him drawing out a groan as his grip tightened in your hair. You felt his hand begin to tug up you followed until he pressed downs again following his directions once again as he used your mouth to his liking.
He began thrusting into you mouth at the same time pushing further down your throat drawing out muffled mewls from you. You could feel yourself getting more and more aroused as he did as he pleased with you to seek his pleasure out. He suddenly grabbed your head pushing you all with way down to the base of his cock, he growled “Fuck…” and sucked in a breath, you slick tongue further along his shaft moving it back and forth drawing out and extra groan from him as he pulled out allowing you to breathe, multiple string of saliva leading from your mouth he grabbed your face my your cheeks stating “Your just full of surprises aren’t you, I didn’t expect you to be so obedient…”
You didn’t have time to respond back as he pushed himself back onto your tongue beginning to use your mouth again with a firm hand in your hair “You must love getting used like this then. It makes sense why you asked for my devil form.” He tilted your face upward making your eyes flick up towards him “Good choice though, you look rather alluring with my cock in your mouth.” He pushed you all the way down once again and you felt him twitch, then you felt his thick seed invade your throat!
Tears pricked your eyes as you forced yourself to swallow what you could. He jerked your head back up making you gasp for air and he smirked enjoying the sight of your tears pricked eyes and slobber covered mouth. He pulled you up and pushed you into the back while switching places. You hadn’t expected him to want to go down on you, he yanked your pants off and quickly knelt down opening your legs, he hummed staring at you like you were his last meal “Look at you, your already so wet.” He nearly purred looking up at you “Good girl.” He kissed your inner thigh, his sharp teeth brushing against the sensitive skin making you breath out slight, you watched as he pressed his tongue to your clit immediately drawing out a quiet moan from you, because he was a devil, he ran a bit hotter than usual mortals, it did wonders when his tongue was pressed against the sensitive nerve.
His tongue trailed down to your entrance and then pushed forward begging to pump rhythmically. You leaned you head back letting a loud sweet sound groan leave you as you curled your toes. He moved his tongue back to your clit and pressed two fingers into you moving them slowly first as he focused a flicking motion into your clit.
You knew what he was doing the moment he felt your leg twitch as his actions. He smirked into you as he press your legs towards your chest continuing his actions at a quick pace enjoying your lewd expression and how frequent your moans were becoming. Though his favor part was watching you twitch and jerk uncontrollably as he licked the most sensitive part of you. He was about to pull away when you suddenly grabbed his horns and locked your legs around his head! He felt you clenching and unclenching around his fingers and realized you were cumming.
He let you ride out you high before you loosened your grip on his horns enough from him to lean back up “Enjoying yourself?” You shamelessly nodded at him panting “Absolutely I am.” He smirked getting over you, loving the curios innocent look you gave him as he pulled your legs up and teased you with the head of his cock “I have to say, this is quite the treat for myself as well.” He watched your eyes flicker down making his smirk grow, he could tell you were mentally begging for him to take you already. You were so willing to please, it was cute.
You would make a fine pet, perhaps even one of his more favored ones in the house of hopes. He sunk his hips down more finally for filling your wishes as he slowly filled you up. Your eyes roll to the back of your head “O-Oh fuck.” He pulled back and thrusted back in begging a steady pace maintaining eye contact with you happily as you unraveled beneath him. His tail snaked around your waist tightly jerking your closer as his thrusts became harder. He watched as your eyes trailed to his hand beside you head, you attempted to grab it.He allowed you to have his hand and watched as you guided it to your throat with a smile on your face.
His eyes widen for a fraction for a second and a more primal urge began to consume him. He suddenly threw both of your legs into his shoulders as he wrapped both hands around your through and began roughly thrusting into you once again, he revealed in your choked moans, your lewd expression filled with pleasure as his hands squeezed your throat was almost enough to push him over at that very moment. He pulled out and immediately flipped you over while holding you down and slammed into from behind, angling himself to push as deep into as he could.You gripped the sheets tightly moaning out “Raphael!” He turned you back over panting as his thrusts became more greedy and sloppy, you could tell he was getting close. He planted one hand on your throat and with his other hand he hooked a thumb into your mouth and pressed into into your tongue as he thrusted into mercilessly, the ribs on his cock bringing you far more pleasure then anything you experienced before. Your gaze shifted upward with your eyes connecting with his, he suddenly breathed out “Fuck, I’m going to-“ he slammed into one more time and you felt him pulse around you! You hadn’t expected him to not pull out but it was welcomed surprise, the surprised breeding was enough to push you into your own orgasm as you shifted to grab his gums and pushed and pulled at them making him start to move again. He nearly convulsed as his grip on you loosened as he followed your commands and kept thrusting into harshly despite his own senses becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure you gave him.
Once you had finished he pulled out and collapsed next you. The room quiet with both of you panting and thinking about what just happened now that you two were more clear minded. Raphael looked at you as he heard you shift, you smiled at him and shrugged “At least this meeting was more interesting than I thought it would be.” You got up panting slightly still but winked at him “We should do it again next time.” He watched you walk off to clean up, panting himself…He was surprised to find himself in agreement.
Hoi I was wondering if you could do a hiemdall x reader where the reader has adhd or write head cannons? Please
Oh yes! It can be kinda funny thought, because I feel like Heimdall doesn't have much patience in him 😂
I hope I'll write it well, I found behavior of a person with ADHD on the Internet.
So here we go, Heimdall x reader with ADHD headcanons!
When you first met in Asgard, you quickly become one of the most annoying people for him (not more than Thor of Thrud)
He thought he has much patience, really. But after talking with you he had to rethink that.
Heimdall just can't stand when someone talk over him. He may be an asshole, but still believes in culture of discussion.
Not to mention that in your head is almost always chaos. Because of that he often feels confused around you but also intrigued. It's something new to him, not knowing what exactly going on in someone's head.
When he learned you have ADHD suddenly your actions made sense (and he stopped his sarcastic comments on you habits, like tapping fingers on the table or tapping feet. He used to say "Are you sewing something?" when he saw how you leg moves).
Heimdall started looking at you differently and after few days decided to work on his patience (he really needs that).
He got used to reminding you what you were doing/talking about when you got distracted.
Luckily he was already used to explosiveness (thanks to Thor. Okay, Heimdall likes to annoy him, so it's kinda his fault but you know... "He's only speaking the truth, but in a nasty way")
You know, it even became kinda funny for him when you finished the sentence for him. You weren't always right, but when you guessed what he wanted to say it felt like you were reading his mind and he likes that feeling.
Finding you tapping your fingers on the table, he started tapping his but in the different rhythm and like that you were "playing" some songs (Heimdall sometimes starts to hum to himself or even sing quietly. Most of the time you pretend you don't hear it so you can hear his voice in this rare way).
(When you make him aware of what he's doing, he's gonna stop and say "I didn't, you're delusional" or "No, you were").
Okay, we know he is fit, but he doesn't do much to keep his figure (he's a God after all) but with you... He never walked this much.
One day you made around 20 circles just walking on the Wall.
He never was a fan of running and never will be, but he runs after you (Even when Odin told him that he no longer has to watch over you).
Heimdall found himself feeling pretty good in role of your bestie. He is sitting on standing somewhere and you're just walking around him and speaking about your problems, rumours or anything else. He listens, talks back.
Once you asked him to braid you hair.
He didn't agree :(
You looked so sad that he couldn't bare it and next morning came to your room with a brush and hairbands.
Of course he was a bit annoyed, when you couldn't sit in one place. Once he had to start walking after you ("Thank Gods I'm taller than you", "You're lucky I'm skilled at braiding", "Stop or I'm going to tear your hair out and not even on purpose!")
He found a solution for this problem! :D
He noticed that when you draw you always sit in one place and not fidget too much. So apart from a brush and hairbands, he always brings with him sheets of paper, charcoal, pen, ink, paints…
Heimdall got some habits because of you, like taking you by the hand when he feels you get nervous (no matter if you're alone or someone is around).
(Sometimes he even hugs you. Or he playfully pats your head, turning your attention to him)
After a few months Baldur started to joke, that his brother finally found a girl he likes more than his hair (or Odin).
Of course he denied, saying that he simply cares for people in Asgard in general. But inside he couldn't lie to himself.
He began to hug you more often (and he no longer wanted to gain more attention or appreciation from his father).
Once, when you lost your favourite pair of shoes (they were under wardrobe) and he found them... "You're cute when you run like that, looking for something" No, he didn't say that! He's gonna call you delusional, blush and walk away.
He didn't have problems accepting his feelings, he just... Was afraid that you can reject him.
Things changed when he was braiding you hair and you just draw a big, read heart on the paper. You gave it to him, and found him blushing like no one ever before (this sight will never leave your head, he looked kinda cute. Like a beetroot, but cute beetroot).
Not much changed in your relationship after you became a pair, except that you started kissing during the day (and night) and something more... 😏
Teasing remains (but both of you know he's just joking).
Maybe he's even more protective.
Baldur's gonna make fun of him (but he likes you and is happy for his brother's and yours happiness).
In the end, you teached him something (besides how to love and care for someone) - patience (and running fast without superpowers. He thought he was gonna spit out his lungs).
Children? Nah, he has to think about this... (He was just waiting for you to start thinking about it)(He even have names).
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Confession: I want to be Gortash's little princess, who he pampers and buys expensive gifts for like, idk, the head of my ex who was once mean to me in a platter 🥰😁
Hello! Here is Chpt 5! warnings: some mention of overstimulation and comfort through panic attack.
Chpt 5: 3K
Heimdall x fem!reader (they're both kids rn)
multi chapter
hope you enjoy it! and thank you to @engardeitsme as usualllll love you buddy, thank you for your support!
thank you to @lunaryasha, @nokolla as well for reading!💜💜💜
A/N: also sorry for the typos it's very late lol
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“Is there a single thought going on in your head?”
Heimdall had asked the question at least three times now and the girl was starting to lose her patience, twiddling her thumbs as Heimdall glared at her. The discomfort of letting the boy try to have free ranger of her mind made her uncomfortable, no matter how many times they had done it now. And his lack of empathy, taking her time, running through her head, only to blame her? He really was a weasel.
“Certainly,” she spoke stiffly, breathing through her nose. “I’m just not focusing on any particular thought. Which is the point of the exercise in case you forgot.” She watched as his eyes squinted and snorted, poking at his furrowed brows.” also, I don’t think you’re supposed to make it this obvious that you are running through people’s heads.” Heimdall’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he batted the girl’s hand away.
“I’m working on it, ok?” He muttered, trying to relax his features as he continued to pick through her thoughts. It was a jumbled mess of things, like muttering getting louder and quieter, with just a few words popping out at him. He could tell she was getting frustrated with him, an angry rumbling in the undertow of her musings. Nothing to give him coherent information. It didn’t help that anything he was able to grab onto was interrupted by the thoughts of people all the way on the other side of the lodge. One moment, he could hear Yn’s thoughts start to get louder, and the next it was some trivial rubbish of a maid doing chores, or the fighters sparing outside, horses in the stable, or his damn brother, Thor, snoring. Heimdall growled and threw his head back, rubbing his temples with his palms.
“It’s still too loud!” the girl sighed at this, pulling a leg up to her chest while the other dangled over her chair.
“We’ve already moved three times, Weasel. I think this is as quiet as it’s going to get for us.”
“I know, which is why I feel even more pissed off!” he bolted from his seat, pacing around the room. “We’ve been at this for weeks and all I can hear is gibberish and your surface-level musings! It’s ridiculous. Do you have ‘any’ thoughts in that walnut you call a brain?!” the girl frowned, turning her head away. In the thoughts that thrummed threw her into Heimdall's ears he only heard: ‘...I…..Heimdall……idiot….’
“Excuse me?” he frowned, turning to her. She looked at him confused.
“What?”
“All I heard was my name and the word idiot!” the girl raised a brow, knowing she had more to her thought. She was tired of being treated like an idiot. Still, she decided to smirk and held her hands up in defeat.
“Well look at that, it seems I do have some thoughts in this walnut.” she snorted as the boy crossed his arms, trying to hear more insults.
“Also, I don't know if it’s occurred to you,” she leaned back in her chair, “ but I’m not enjoying you clumsily poking around my head either for weeks on end. So forgive me for trying to keep some things private.”
They indeed had been meeting for weeks now, after supper in Heimdall’s room. Only to migrate through different parts of the lodge when it got too loud for him to concentrate. The first few lessons had gone well, but the two thought this was merely due to Yn concentrating on a single thought for Heimdall to listen to. This obviously would not be the case when he had to find out information from people against their will, so the girl suggested they move on to Heimdall trying to read her free-roaming thoughts. This proved to be much more difficult and only seemed to get worse the more he strained to listen, instead being overflowed with noises and thoughts far from where they were. The girl also didn’t enjoy the next level of mind reading, flushing when Heimdall would point out thoughts she didn’t even know she had. It was all very invasive.
“We are getting nowhere,” Heimdall growled under his breath, flopping back into his chair across from the girl. He sighed and looked up at her, arms crossed. “Why is it that I can hear you perfectly fine sometimes and the next, there is nothing but mumbling?” the girl relaxed her shoulders, sensing the boy’s frustration.
“Well,” she started, her hands folding over her raised leg, “I want to try to hide things in those moments. I don’t like having you up here,” she pointed to the space between her brows, “but if I focus on what I want you to hear, you seem to have an easier time with it.” Heimdall sighed, rubbing his face in frustration.
“I need to be able to look at everything no matter if you want it hidden or not.” The girl frowned, not liking the idea of the boy with that kind of power. She sighed, however, remembering their agreement.
“Do you think you may be siking yourself out?” he just looked at her, a confused pull at his brows. She continued, standing up to pace as she spoke, “What I mean is, when it’s based on instinct like the first time we fought, or when you could hear me on the wall…it was like a survival instinct. You knew automatically what to do.”
“I guess,” he frowned, crossing his arms, “but it’s not completely quiet, it’s just a mess. Like thousands of people talking over each other. And I can’t tell what’s your thoughts, other’s thoughts, or outside actions. But when I concentrate I get closer to honing in on just your sounds.” the girl nodded in agreement, a hand on her chin as she stopped in front of the window, the afternoon breeze flowing through and the sunset light shining over the horizon, covered by the wall. She hummed as she got an idea, and because it was louder than the rest, Heimdall could catch wind of some of it. “What about the wall?” He asked, looking at her over the back of his chair. She smiled and turned to him, and his face fell as he heard the rest of the plan racing through his head.
“Oh, no. No no no. we are not going back out there. The All-Father is already suspicious.”
“We’ll go in the dead of night!” she said with an excited smile, getting closer to him.
“You’re crazy!”
“Does anything come out of your mouth except insults?” she huffed, hands on her hips.
“ For you?” he asked with a sarcastic smirk, “Never.” she ignored the boy, grabbing her things.
“It’ll be an experiment.”
“I’m not an experiment.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He huffed. Though he couldn’t hear what she was thinking, he could tell her thoughts were running a mile a minute. And he didn’t like her tone.
“I’m not going.” he stood firm, and though he didn’t show it on his face, Yn had started to be able to tell when he was growing anxious. And right now, he stunk of nerves. The girl sighed, slowing her movements, and faced Heimdall.
“Fine then. We don’t have to go,” she reassured him and felt the tension ease slightly. She smiled, “We’ll stop for today.”
He hated her ability to ease him. And that no matter how much he tried to control his emotions, he couldn’t resist the calm she gave him. He knew it was from her powers, and it terrified him. He should not be able to be so easily influenced. He reasoned to himself, that he was building a tolerance to her powers, and soon it wouldn’t work on him. She was just a stepping stone. That’s all this was.
With a wave of her hand, she was out of the room, spouting about how he could knock when he couldn’t sleep before shutting the door. Like he would ever in a million years, go crawling-
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There Heimdall stood. Ridged in front of Yn’s door. Cold sweat beaded at his temple, and he held in sobs, biting his lip till it threatened to bleed. His hands gripped at the bottom of his shirt and he trembled in front of the girl’s door. He hated it. Hated waking up to the sound of phantoms in his head, endless mumblings rattling through his mind like an echoing hall. He hated not being able to quiet them, the power they had over him. He hated the fear that seeped into his bones from the sounds in his head, and the consequences of being caught for being unable to deal with them on his own.
But most of all, he hated that what he had found was finally able to quiet his mind was snoring softly on the other side of the door in front of him, without a care in the world. That he was supposed to be learning information on this girl, and nothing more. He was the god of foresight. A gift bestowed on him. And he was using this girl, a stranger, a possible enemy, to calm himself. And she let him. It all made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t know were possible.
Still, despite how he wanted to run back to his room. Simply will the sounds to stop. To be able to understand the girl’s intentions and report them to the All-Father so she could finally be out of his hair. Despite all of it:
There he stood, trembling, willing his voice to whimper just a bit quieter. She left the door unlocked. She had started doing so so he wouldn’t have to knock and make extra noise. Her kindness frustrated him. He had never experienced anything like it before. He thought it must have meant she wanted something from him, and he would die before he gave it to her.
Heimdall’s fist wrapped around the door handle, and he swallowed as he twisted, pushing the door open. Yn stirred, waking to the sound of her door opening. She rubbed her eyes and watched as the boy slowly walked in, shutting the door as quietly as possible behind him before collapsing to the floor, letting his sobs rasp out of him, biting his arm to stay quiet. Without a second thought, Yn’s voice filled the room with soft music, and she quickly got out of bed, her little feet padding over with a blanket in tow, falling to her knees in front of him and pulling his head to rest against hers.
He hated how his chest already felt lighter. How warm she felt against his cold sweaty head. How she paid no mind to his heaving and trembling, ignoring what he knew she thought was a pathetic display. No matter how many times she would reassure him, he told himself he knew she looked down on him. It felt disgusting. And over everything else, he hated that she made him feel at peace.
They stayed like that, a crumpled mess on the floor, as Yn’s voice thrummed through Heimdall’s chest and calmed his heartbeat, quieted his sobs, and ceased his trembling. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and when she felt them start to still, she pulled away, the song still chiming from her mind into his. She took the boy's hands, easing him to stand, and brought him to her bed.
“Here, sit down, okay?” She sat on the bed, her back against the wall, and pulled him to the spot next to her. He was too weak to protest, leaning his head back against the wall once he was sat, and just took in the song and silence. No matter how many times he came to the girl’s room, the relief he felt was still overwhelming in its own way. They stayed like that for a while, just like they do every night he came to her room. Sometimes she would read, her voice soothing him back to sleep. Sometimes she talked about what she learned with Mimir, not expecting any answer as Heimdall let her silly little thoughts be the only mumbling he could hear. But for some reason, tonight, as she spoke just above a whisper for him, trailing off about her home and how she would crawl up into the trees to sleep there when she had a nightmare, he responded.
“Why did you crawl into the trees?” He asked, his voice raspy for strangling down his tears. He felt Yn stiffen for a moment, then shift to look at him. He didn’t look back, leaving her to sit in his question for a moment before she smiled, looking away from him again.
“Because I was afraid of getting eaten. Do you know what a drekki is?” Heimdall barely nodded, peering to look at her.
“Big lizard… lots of teeth…”
“Well,” she started, “I had this nightmare all the time, of a drekki swallowing me up while I slept, and staying alive in its belly.”
“That’s disgusting” Heimdall’s nose crinkled, feeling a shiver go down his spine. The girl giggled and nodded in agreement.
“I know. So I would sleep in the trees and tell myself an aching back was better than living in a drekki. Even here, I still get nightmares sometimes, and I want to sleep on the roof!” she smiled sheepishly, and Heimdall felt a small lopsided smirk pull at the side of his cheek despite his best efforts. Perhaps worst of all, he found himself caring less and less. Letting himself continue to ask questions, and even started to answer some of hers.
“Why do you not tell anyone about this?” She spoke softly, turning to look at him.
“Because I’m a god,” He didn’t hesitate at the question, answering as though it were simply a fact of life. “I am the Scion of the Aesir, given the gift of foresight by the All-Father.” a look of pride shined in his pink eyes, but it soon left as he looked at the clock ticking on Yn’s bedside table. “... If I cannot handle this gift,... I am unworthy. I am a failure.” he turned to look at the girl desperately. “ no one can know. You especially. You make me weak.”
“Resting is not weakness.” Heimdall frowned, shaking his head at her.
“I’m meant to be a soldier.”
“You’re a kid, Heimdall. We both are.”
He snorted, turning away from her.
“You don’t get it.” he mumbled, “you don’t have a home to protect, or a family to make proud.”
There was silence, the music had stopped, and Heimdall heard the rising speed and weight of the girl’s heart pounding against her ribs. He turned to her again, seeing her face contort, her breathing got uneven and she curled a bit into herself. Despite this, however, she turned at Heimdall, a sad smile tugging at her cheeks.
“That was pretty messed up, Weasel.” her voice cracked slightly, and she turned to look away, stifling a sniffle and whipping a tear from under her eye. Heimdall felt an ache twist in his chest. He felt guilty, without her powers to influence her.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke without thinking. She scoffed.
“No, it’s fine. But so were are both clear, I did have a home, and a family” Her voice grew cold and it made the boy want to shiver like she breathed ice in his face. “I watched it all burn to the ground.” her voice didn’t waver, but her hands shook. “And then I picked up the pieces and made myself something I could live with. Now I’m here. Away from everything I know and no one in Vanaheim will even mourn me. Because everyone who knew me is dead.” her voice rattled like dice at the end, and she stifled a sob, turning away from him.
“ I didn’t-” his voice was faster than his thoughts, “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I was just-” he tripped over his tongue, “ I didn’t mean to hurt you, I am sorry.” his own voice was weak and he was unsure why, “ I just-” he breathed out, “I hate it.”
She turned to look at him, tears silently trickling down her face. It was only fair he comforted her in return. That’s what he told himself as he dabbed them away with his sleeve.
“You hate what?” she asked in a cracked whisper, not pulling away from him. He swallowed before admitting for the first time both aloud and to himself:
“I hate the weight of it…I wish I was alone…I wish,” his voice trailed off. And though he didn’t finish his thought, Yn somehow knew what he meant, and sighed, sniffling quietly. He swallowed, looking down at his knees, “I didn’t know that’s what happened…”
“ No, you don’t…” she mumbled, shaking her head. “ because being alone for years is not worth the peace of solitude. I promise it’s not.” she glared at him weakly, “and maybe you should have read a little deeper before trying to use my past as ammunition.” Heimdall frowned, placing a careful hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“I really am sorry…” He spoke, fully aware of his words this time. Yn sniffled and looked at him for a moment before she smiled, weakly.
“I’ll think about accepting it. You sound honest enough.” she teased and he couldn’t stop his smile. “Hey,” she nudged him, “you’re being nice. Without me.” she shrugged, “Sort of.” he chuckled slightly and nodded.
“ I guess I want to be a little bit nicer to you…” he shrugged back, “sort of.”
Heimdall meeting someone that laughs at his jokes headcannons!
Heimdall is used to people being either annoyed at his jokes or just shutting up and taking the insults he’s never had someone LAUGH at his jokes especially not when he was purposefully trying to offend them
He’s so used to being brushed off at first he thinks it’s suspicious like “are you trying to get me to like you? 😐” but after a while he’s just confused like he’s telling jokes at YOUR expense why are you laughing 🤨
He tries to ramp it up and pushes it a bit trying to press you a bit so imagine his surprise when you start laughing even harder? Now he’s starting to feel a little insecure
So when none of that works he demands you tell him why your laughing and when you tell him it’s because of how he uses insults and words that makes him so funny honestly that makes him feel better
After a while he finds it refreshing that he’s able to have a friend like a normal person and he gets extremely attached to the few real relationships he has and he holds them close even though he should know better than to get attached to mortals but he can’t help himself 😭
((✿: two posts today because I’m trying to resuscitate the heimdall fans giving y’all CPR in this bitch heimdall headcannons come back pls))
A/N: wanted to write for the HL boys as well cause I love them too ❤ (tried to keep it gn but 'my lady' is said in Garreth's)
Sebastian Sallow
Seb would definitely freeze on the spot, cause he's only ever been hugged by his sister before, no one else (not even Omi, due to personal space). But he'd gratefully hug back after the initial shock, loving the feeling of your hands on him, and how safe and warm you make him feel.
Sebastian would be patiently waiting for mc, ready to head into hogsmeade together. It was a usual thing for the two, going into hogsmeade to either shop together or just relax, merlin knows they need it. Suddenly he'd hear an excited call of his name followed by fast paced footsteps, and before he has time to react, you're hugging him.
"Sebastian!" You shout excitedly, unable to contain your affection for him. He had that trick on you. Sebastian would just start turning around when you jumped into his arms, engulfing him in an embrace. Almost tumbling over, Sebastian manages to catch you and stay on his feet.
"MC?" He'd question, recognizing your scent and immediately smiling.
"Hey! Sorry about the random hug, I just...get so excited when I see you." Sebastian would smirk at the confession, chuckling lightly before pulling you in for another hug.
"It's alright darling, I don't mind."
Ominis Gaunt
Ominis would be tense, not having hugged anyone before due to his familial issues. But once he realizes it's you, he'd slowly reciprocate the embrace, happy to finally feel what love is like, in a physical sense.
While waiting in the undercroft, Ominis would be standing waiting for you. You had asked him about how he read books, and he had wanted to meet up so he could show you. Once you enter the undercroft, he can sense it's you, but before he can get a word out, he's engulfed in a hug. Ominis would blush immensely, keeping his hands in the air as you hugged him, not knowing what to do. You'd mistake his unknowing for uncomfortableness and Immediately back off.
"Gosh, I'm so sorry Ominis, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You'd say sheepishly, not daring to look up at him. Despite his blindness, he had a stern gaze. Ominis would gather himself before speaking.
"It's alright MC, I just....I've never been hugged before....can we try it again?"
You'd smile brightly and immediately pull him into an embrace, this time feeling his arms wrap around you too.
Garreth Weasley
Garreth wouldn't be shocked at all. He was born into a HUGE family, so he expects random things like hugs. Well, either hugs or getting pranked, he was always prepared for one of the two.
Garreth would be walking to you in the courtyard. You had asked him to brew you some wiggenweld potions (despite knowing how to do it yourself, his were just better) and meet you in the courtyard. He'd smile once he meets your eye, watching as you smiled brightly, jogging over to him and pulling him into your arms. He'd hug back happily, even if a little blushy.
"Here's your wiggenweld, my lady." You'd laugh at the term and take them happily, stuffing them into your bag before pulling him into another hug.
"Thank you Garreth! You're a life saver."
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