#bean x reader

[yanderedisenchantment]

Disenchanted

Summary: Headcanons for The Gang Pairings: Platonic! Yandere! Bean Gang [Bean, Luci, and Elfo] x Fem! Reader/Romantic! Yandere! Bean x Fem! Reader Tw: Slight romantic vibes with Bean

Bean is the one who first accepted you into the group

Luci quickly accepted you when you accidentally bullied Elfo

"Haha, they're funny. I like them."

You get brough on their adventures, much to your dismay

Almost got you killed multiple times

Pretty protective over you

Bean once punched a guy because he made a sexist remark towards you

She feels you're the only one who understands her hangups and what it's like being a woman

Bean lets you sleep in her bed when you have no where else to sleep

"Hey, you can sleep with me- I mean, like in the bed- not like fucking... If you want, you don't have tooo..... Only if you want"

She gets really nervous around you and sometimes stutters

Luci is the first one to realize that Bean has a crush on you

^ Elfo is in denial about it, because he likes Bean

You and Luci get along really well, and you actually really enjoy his company- Though you'd never tell him that, because he'd get an ego

You and Luci tag team Elfo whenever the chance arises [Though, it's mainly accidentally on your part]

[kanescrochet]

Ale and Affection

Fluff

Princess Tianeanie x female reader

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You’d only been in Dreamland for three days when you realized the princess was… well… not exactly a “princess.”

Bean was currently sitting across from you at the tavern table, one boot propped up, a half-empty mug of ale in hand, and a very smug grin that said she’d either just gotten away with something or was about to do it.

“You know,” she said, leaning forward, “most newcomers stare at the castle, not at me.”

You blinked. “The castle doesn’t trip over its own feet while sword fighting.”

Her grin widened. “Oh, so you were watching.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you with a smile. The thing about Bean was, she didn’t exactly hide who she was. She was loud, unpolished, and occasionally dangerous to be near, but gods help you, she was magnetic.

She took a gulp of ale, foam clinging to the corner of her mouth. “So, mysterious traveler, why’d you come to Dreamland? Let me guess, running from an evil stepmother? A tragic backstory? Or…” She squinted. “Did you just get really lost?”

“Option four,” you said. “Following a map I drew myself.”

She laughed, really laughed, the kind that startled you with how warm it was. “That is so dumb. I love it.”

You wanted to look away, but she had that kind of smile that pinned you in place. A dangerous thought flitted across your mind: Oh no. I like her.

“Tell you what,” she said, leaning across the table until her shoulder brushed yours, “you can stick around. I’ll give you the grand tour. Which is basically me showing you all the good taverns, the one decent bakery, and maybe a cursed cave if you’re lucky.”

You pretended to think it over. “Will there be more ale?”

She smirked. “There will always be more ale.”

And just like that, you were hooked, not by the promise of drink, but by the chaos you knew followed her like a shadow. A shadow you were suddenly very willing to walk into.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Restless Man (Part 1)

Summary: A week after Beau’s kidnapping, the reader is grateful to find him in mostly one piece. But Beau’s more shook up than she could have imagined and when emotions are high, who knows what might get revealed...

Pairing: Beau Arlen x reader

Word Count: 4,900ish

Warnings: language, angst, bodily injury, kidnapping, threats

A/N: Spoilers for Big Sky season 3! This is the first of who knows how many parts! Enjoy!

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You breathed a sigh of relief when your flashlight spotted a dirty Beau in the corner, a blindfold on and tape over his mouth. He didn’t look good but he was alive at least. Through your radio in your ear you heard they’d apprehended two suspects upstairs. Two officers on your rear flanked out and searched the rest of the open basement. When you got the all clear, you jogged over to Beau and requested the medical team to head on down.

“Hey Beau. It’s me.” He flinched violently when you touched his cheek, jerking backwards and slamming straight into the wall. He breathed hard through his nose, the officers downstairs sharing a look with you. “Beau. It’s Y/N.”

You cautiously touched him again, Beau trying to disappear into the wall. Quickly, you ripped the blindfold off and tape on his mouth, grabbing his injured face and forcing him to look at you.

“Beau!” you shouted. He stilled, big green eyes staring up at you as you did your best to ignore the bruises littering his face. “Hey, hey. You’re safe, okay? You’re safe.”

His eyes fell shut, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. You heard the medical team come downstairs, heavy footfalls that made Beau bury his face in your neck.

“What’d they do to you?” you mumbled so softly not even he could hear. After a few more reassurances that he was okay, Beau let you slip away so they could tend to him. You followed them upstairs and outside, giving Beau a wave when he was carted into the back of an ambulance.

“You should go with him.” You turned to your left, Pop appearing by your side. You looked past him to the back of a squad car, one of the suspects sat in the back. You glared at him, fist balling by your side. “Y/N.”

“They hurt him. They did something to him we don’t know.”

“Which is why you need to go be there for him right now. We don’t need you shooting anyone in the kneecap to get answers.” Your eyes narrowed, Pop cocking his head.

“Fine. But I’m back on the case tomorrow,” you said. 

“Keep us updated on him.”

You nodded and got in your truck, taking deep breaths. The past week had been a nightmare. All you’d had to go off of was that Beau had pulled over a black suburban on his way home from work. That was all his last radio call had said before it’d been dead silence. 

The most worrisome part was that you found him by luck. There was no ransom. No motive that you knew of. Beau wasn’t a wimp either. He should have been snarling in that basement, ready to tear whoever came near to shreds. Sure, he was due to be jumpy after after a week in hell but something just seemed…off.

You took a big swig of your cold coffee and put the truck in drive, hoping like hell he was going to be okay.

After stopping by Beau’s place and packing up some clothes and things for him, you headed to the hospital where a concerned doctor met you outside Beau’s room. 

“Give it to me straight,” you said, crossing your arms. The doctor pulled you slightly away down the hall, away from where some other cops were milling about outside the room.

“He was beat up pretty bad but no permanent damage. He needs sleep the next few days and a lot of rest the next few weeks. His body needs to heal. He’s got an appetite which is great and we put him on antibiotics for any open wounds that already in the healing process.”

“Is that all that happened? He was beat up? You’re sure?” You let the question hang in the air, the doctor nodding. “I know Beau. He wouldn’t be so scared just because he got his ass kicked. They would have really had to fuck with him to get that kind of reaction out of him.”

“He did briefly meet with the psychologist.” You raised and eyebrow, waiting for more. The doctor sighed and took your arm, taking you around the corner. “He’s not saying anything bad happened to him except to say he wants to go home and right now, I’m inclined to let him under certain circumstances. Does he have anyone at home to help take care of him?”

“His daughter is back in Texas so no. But he can stay with me.” You wrinkled your nose, pinching the bridge of it. “What else?”

“Keep him off the stairs and have him sit if-”

“What else aren’t you saying. Psychologically. He has PTSD I’m assuming?” The doctor nodded. “He need therapy?”

“He needs to talk to someone about what happened eventually. It doesn’t have to be today but-”

“Spit it out,” you snapped, the doctor staring at you. A twinge of guilt formed in your gut as you ran your hands over your face. “I’m sorry. I haven’t slept much the past week.”

He let it go, putting his hands in his pockets. “Something traumatized him and I’m sure a portion of that was from the kidnapping and physical attacks. But there’s very likely a mental element to this as well. Kidnappings can be difficult to recover from. If you can encourage him to open up or see someone, that would help.”

“Shouldn’t he stay here until he’s calmer?” you asked. 

“I think he’s as calm as he’s going to get right now. I want to do a few more tests and he needs an x-ray on his shoulder so it’ll be a few more hours. We’ll try to talk to him again before that. If someone could go in and sit with him-”

“I got that covered,” you said with a nod. A minute later you headed into Beau’s room where he was fast asleep on his side. With a long exhale, you sat in a nearby chair, running your hand through your hair.

At least he was safe you told yourself. You hoped.

It was dark when you got home that night, Beau lazily following behind as he left his crutches in the truck. He put a hand on the post to step up onto the porch, a pair of sneakers you found under his bed half on his feet. 

“You hungry? I can whip up whatever you want,” you said, opening the door for him. He slipped off the shoes and made a beeline for the couch, laying down with a pained sigh. Beau closed his eyes, his breathing slowing down. You covered him with a blanket and quietly put his bag in the guest room, grateful you’d put him in his flannel pajama pants back at the hospital.

After half an hour of getting things settled, you heard Beau sit up, his back to you from where he sat on the couch.

“Perfect timing. I just finished up dinner,” you said, drying your hands on the dish towel. You carried over a bowl of mashed potatoes to him, Beau pushing your hand away. “Come on, Arlen. You need to eat something.”

He shook his head and stood, going straight to the bathroom. You heard retching a moment later and set the bowl down, opening the door. “Beau? Are you-”

You cut yourself off when you saw him over the toilet, spitting up nothing. His shirt was gone, showing that his back was littered with deep bruises and even some cuts. He breathed hard, turning his head away.

“We should take you back to the hospital.”

“No.” He wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, panting as he sat on his bottom. “All I want is a shower.”

“You’re throwing up. You-”

“I wanted to go home! Not fucking here!” he shouted. He glared at you from the tile floor and all you could do was stare in shock at him. Beau put his hands on his face, digging into his own scalp as he scrunched his kees into his chest. “Just go away.”

“Beau.” You knelt down beside him, carefully wrapping your arms around him. “It’s okay.”

“Go away,” he whispered, his body trembling. “Just stay away from me.”

“Not happening, big guy.” After a few minutes, the fight in him disappeared, Beau letting you sit him down on your shower bench and help him out of his pajama bottoms. He was quiet as you washed his hair and back, Beau breathing softly as you scrubbed away the grime from his skin.

You left him alone to finish washing up and fifteen minutes later, he was slowly walking into the kitchen in a white t shirt and fresh blue flannel pajama pants. His face was cleaner, showing how dark the bruise on his left cheek was. His damp hair was pushed back, Beau taking a careful seat at the table.

Without a word, you set a reheated bowl of potatoes down in front of him along with some diced up chicken pieces. He wolfed it down, taking seconds even which you were grateful for. But he shook his head when you offered to make some fudge brownies for him despite normally begging you for them.

“You ready to head out?” he asked, forcing himself to stand. Green eyes met yours, Beau’s instantly hardening. “Take me home.”

“You can’t be home alone.” He scoffed, storming over to the door, wincing with every step. “Your ankle is sprained and so is your shoulder not to mention you’ve been laying restrained on a concrete floor for a week. You can’t be alone, Arlen.”

He stopped at the door, placing one large palm against it, eyes squeezed shut. “Y/L/N take me home right now or you’re fired.”

“Then I’m fired,” you said gently. You slipped under his good shoulder, Beau trying to jerk away but you had a good grip on him. “Come on. I’ll take you to bed.”

His ankle must have been killing him because he let you take the lead and bring him to the back of the house, sitting him down on the soft mattress in the guest room. “Do you need anything?”

“I hate you.” Your breath caught in your throat, Beau grabbing the front of your sweatshirt, fisting it tightly. “I fucking hate you.”

Your nose wrinkled as you looked down, pulling the blanket up and over him, Beau still holding onto you. “Shout if you need-”

“I need to go home and you won’t fucking let me,” he growled. You closed your eyes, his grip loosening. “You going to fucking cry over it?”

You slowly looked at him, a flash of pain in his features. “What is it Beau? Are you embarrassed I found you? That I see you hurt and whatever the hell this is? Is it because a woman rescued you? Is it because you’re bottling everything up and you can’t cry in front of me? Is that why you want me gone? Because if you think any of that, you’re an idiot, Beau Arlen. An idiot that I won’t let bully me around. Now I’m going to leave so you can throw a temper tantrum or fall apart of whatever it is you need. But I’m down the hall if you do need me.”

You got up and pecked a kiss on his forehead. “Get some sleep Beau.”

Halfway out the door, you heard his voice crack, your stomach dropping.

“They took pictures.” You spun around, Beau sitting up in the middle of the bed, face scrunched, head down. “Y/N, you don’t understand.”

“Then help me, Beau.” You sat beside him, arm around his waist. “They took pictures of you?”

He shook his head, bottom lip wobbling. “Beau-”

“You.” He turned his head up, eyes filled with unshed tears. “They had pictures of you, Y/N. And everyday they had more pictures. They had pictures of you outside work, crying in your truck, in this house. If I breathed wrong…beating me up was heaven compared to what they said they’d do to you. And I still don’t know if there’s more of them out there but I’m pretty sure there are. Don’t you get why you need to stay away from me?”

“Oh Beau.” You cupped his cheeks, wiping away his tears he finally let fall. He tried to look away, inhaling sharply. “What-“

“I can’t protect you. I couldn’t protect myself. How could I protect you from them too? Y/N the things they said…they can never happen.”

“Beau.”

“Never,” he whispered. “And I’ll never tell you what they said so don’t ask.”

“Okay. You don’t have to tell me,” you said. He closed his eyes, nodding his head. “But you have to tell someone.”

“No.”

“You said you didn’t fight back so no one would hurt me?” He nodded once more. “Then you did protect me and I want you to keep protecting me. So you talk to someone so you can feel better and feel strong again when you’re ready. Until then, I’ll do the protecting for the both of us.”

“Once I started feeling helpless, it’s like I can’t stop it,” he whispered. “Even after what happened with Em, I knew she was okay but this? I don’t know if you’re safe and it’s my fault.”

“None of this is because of you,” you said, stroking your fingers through his hair. He shook his head, allowing you to turn his face towards you. There was so much pain, so much worry etched into his features you couldn’t help but bat away a few tears. “It could have been any one of us that pulled over that SUV.”

“They’re from Texas, Y/N. Texas. The cartel that I helped take down. You know how we missed one? We missed one guy and look what happened. All of this happened because of me. You are in danger because of fucking me.” Your heart was breaking with each word he broke. He already blamed himself for his partner’s death in Texas and that was a few years ago. He was going to blame himself for this forever too.

“Do you remember what you taught us at the academy?” He made a face, your stomach churning. “Beau, do you remember? Your first day, when you made us run the simulation with the students get their advanced training.”

Beau sighed. “Treat your fellow officers with respect, no matter their experience or who they are.”

“You told the men they don’t stop doing their job to protect the women because they think we need it and you told all of us to trust each other when we’re out there in the field. You didn’t do this to me, Beau. It was the bad guy and that’s it.”

He laughed, throwing up his hands. You swallowed as he kept laughing. “Come on, Arlen. Keep it together for me.”

Beau rolled his eyes, suddenly grabbing you by your wrists. “They went after you because I like you, you idiot! You’re my weak spot and they knew it. They’ve been watching us for fucking weeks. You’re on their radar and that’s my fault so stop saying it isn’t.”

He shifted away, putting his back to you. You bit your bottom lip. There was no training for this. You had some idea of how to help a struggling officer but not one like Beau. Not your superior. Not your friend of over a decade. Not one that liked you and for a man like Beau, that admission didn’t come easily.

So you did the first thing that came to mind.

You grabbed his shoulder, Beau falling back against the bed. He stared up as you leaned down in his face, glancing at his lips. Then you were kissing him, gently, but not without putting as much feeling behind it as you could. You straddled his hips and cupped his cheeks, kissing him until a rough hand grabbed the back of your neck. There was no tugging you away. Instead, he seemed to hold you in place, his other hand resting on your hip, squeezing ever so lightly.

“Stop saying this is your fault or I’ll never kiss you like that again,” you panted when he finally let you up for air.

“I’m your boss. We can’t.”

“Make one of the senior officers my supervisor.”

“It’s abuse of power,” he breathed out. “I’ve known you since you were a kid at the academy.”

“I was in my twenties and you were a substitute instructor for one week. We have only ever been friends on the force, Arlen. You weren’t even my boss until I transferred here. Now, do you have any more excuses you want to try?” 

“They’re going to come after you,” he whispered. You smirked, shaking your head.

“I’d love to see them try because I’m still pissed as hell.” He closed his eyes, sighing when you lay beside him. “Are you still afraid?”

“Until we get them all, yes. I’ll always be afraid.” You pulled him into your side, Beau resting his head on your chest, arm wrapping over your waist.

“Then we get them all. I promise.”

Beau was dead asleep when you woke the next morning. You were still exhausted yourself but you were glad his body was giving him a timeout to recover. You weren’t surprised to spot a cruiser outside the house. It was at your request after all. Maybe it’d give Beau a bit of peace of mind, maybe not, but with the possibility of someone still out there and watching you both, you didn’t mind the extra set of eyes keeping an eye out.

After checking in at the station, you found out a few surprising facts. Mainly, while Beau had been tight lipped with you, he’d been pretty willing to share what happened with Pop when he gave his statement back at the hospital before you’d arrived. It was true Beau had been targeted and unfortunately, there were at least two more culprits on the loose. 

You tried to make sense of why Beau offered up that information so freely to the other officers but you had to rip it out of him. No good answers came unfortunately. 

“Hey,” said Beau. You looked up from your computer, his thumb wiping away a stray tear that had fallen. “You’re sad.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me what happened?” He sat gingerly in the chair beside you, closing your laptop before he scooted closer and fixed your hair behind your ear. “Why’d you tell everyone else and not me?”

“Is anyone ever eager to tell someone they care about that they failed them?” he said quietly. 

“But you didn’t-” He put his finger over your lips, breathing softly. 

“Our friendship, our…” he trailed off, moving his hand to stroke your jaw with his knuckles. “Whatever this is, it’s put you in danger. A danger that is worse than death. That’s failure. These people, now that you found me, they’re going to come after you. It’s not an if but a when. And I can’t stop it. And if they do those things they say they will…I would die. I can’t allow those things to happen to you but I can’t stop it either. So I’m sorry for not telling you. I just wanted you to have more time where you thought all you had to deal with was me, not this threat hanging over our heads.”

“You can’t do this, Arlen.” You stood and went to your kitchen island, planting your palms on the countertop. You turned your head towards him, shaking it. “If you want us to work, if you want to try this like I do, you can’t do this shit. I am a cop just like you.”

“And I am human,” he said, slowly making his way over to the island, leaning against it as he stared you down. His green eyes were hard, hiding his worry well. “I already lost one partner. I nearly lost my daughter. I’m not losing you too so stop being mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you! I just want to help you. I want you to talk to me because the Beau I know? Even when he’s scared, he still does his job. So I know they said or did something truly awful to make you-”

“What? You think I’m a coward?” he snapped.

“You’re only a coward if you don’t get help when you know you need it.” He scoffed, grunting when you stood in front of him and pushed him back against the island. “I’m not fragile, Beau.”

“And I am?”

“That’s not what I said, Arlen. Don’t put words in my mouth.” He put his hands on your shoulders to shove you away but you grabbed his wrists, Beau immediately flinching back into himself. The room was still for a moment, his head turned down. “It’s not just what they said they’d do to me. What didn’t you tell anyone, Beau?”

“There’s nothing to say,” he snapped. “I’m sorry I’m scared. I’m sorry I’m not the big tough man you thought-”

He froze when you locked eyes on the spot on his forearm that’d been bandaged yesterday. Quickly, he slapped his hand over top of it but you saw the two distinct healing indentations in his arm. 

“Jesus christ, Beau,” you said. He squeezed his eyes shut, face going red. “Is that a snake bite?”

He managed a half nod, allowing you to move his hand away and see the deep fang marks. “Oh Beau.”

You’d known Beau for over a decade and the man only had two true fears. Something happening to Emily and snakes. They fucking terrified him. 

And sometime in the past week he was close enough to one to be bit.

You helped him scoot back up onto the island, Beau turning over his arm so you had a better view. “How’d they find out?”

“They found a snake in the barn they said. Said they’d let it bite me if I didn’t make a call and say a bunch of lies about how the bust in Texas went down. I wasn’t willing to let a dangerous criminal out so I tried to suck it up when it sunk those ducking teeth in me. But I freaked, badly, and so they decided to leave it in the basement with me…which has made me jumpy if you couldn’t tell. Spending a week in the dark with your irrational fear does that to you.”

“And the beating and kidnapping and threats against me didn’t help.” You ran your thumb over the mark, kissing it. “No wonder you’re on high alert.”

“I can’t relax like you want me to. Not until I know you’re safe.” You sighed, surprised when Beau leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “The snake was nothing compared to what they want with you.”

“Why take you?” you asked, slipping away to get your first aid kit, quietly working on cleaning his cuts, bandaging the ones that still needed it. “If it really was to get their old boss out of prison, wouldn’t it be obvious it was a hoax?”

Beau turned over his wrist, letting you clean the red marks littering his skin. “They said they wanted their boss out of prison. Really they just wanted info on the rival cartel down there. At least that’s my opinion. They wanted to work their own racket, with the boss, then great. Without works too. If you’re gonna do some shit like that, you got to put on a show with upper management, let ‘em know they still know who’s in charge. Still pay a profit to the boss’ family for good measure. At least that’s how you do it if the boss is still alive.”

You smiled, Beau cracking one himself. “What?”

“You’re not so tense when you’re talking shop,” you said, finishing wrapping his other wrist. “That’s good.”

“I’m pretty sure it was something else,” he said, his hand appearing comically small in yours. He smiled as he looked down, nodding once. “You’re always so tough with me.”

“Yeah right,” you laughed dryly, picking up another bandage and wrapping over the bite on his arm. “Three years ago when Brad and I broke up I ended up crying all over you in your office. You had to drive me home and then you stayed all night until I calmed down. Yeah, so very tough of me.”

“First off, Brad was a loser. Carla and Emily tried telling you that. The entire department tried telling you that. You were way too good for him. Second, I was glad you turned into a sniveling mess in my office.” You narrowed your eyes, Beau taking hold of your hand as you finished with the bandage. “You were always so gung ho, I can do anything, I’m such a badass. It was nice to know I could see the not so pretty parts. It made me feel like you trusted me.”

You stared at his chest, Beau tilting your chin up so you met his eyes. “This past week, I hated the pictures of you crying alone the most. And then this morning I see you crying alone. Again.”

“Beau-”

“I will make you a deal.” He loosely wrapped his legs around your waist, holding you close. “You don’t hide how you’re feeling and I won’t hide how I’m doing. Even right now.”

“Have you met you?” you teased, enjoying the heat from his hand as he cupped your cheek. 

“If it were anyone else, Y/N, I would have…I need to know I can have moments of weakness right now. You’re the only one I trust to keep me going right now. I am still so scared of letting you out of my sight.” He closed his eyes, dropping his hand. “Which is why I need to let you go back to work, even if I want you to stay here with me.”

“I can work from here.”

“I need rest. I know I do. Besides,” he said, forcing his head up, smiling softly. “I need my number one out there watching our backs.”

“You’re serious.”

“I won’t smother you. I learned a thing or two from what happened with Carla.” You took a step back, Beau sliding down to the floor, putting his weight on his good ankle. “Carla and me, I’ll always care about her. You know that. But it’ll never be what it was once.”

“Why are you bringing her up?” you asked, Beau taking a step closer, resting his hands on your shoulders to support himself. 

“As much as I care for her, she never knew how to help me when I needed it most. I think that’s important. But you…I don’t know how you’re doing it but I feel a million times better than yesterday which is saying something. You’re the one that told me way back in Texas I deserve someone that will be there for me at my lows, not make me feel bad for not getting better on someone else’s schedule. Last night and today, you’re not pushing me. You just want to know how you can support me, not fix me. That difference is important to me and it’s one Carla never got.”

He leaned down, pecking a chaste kiss to your lips with a hum. “Y/N, go catch these guys for me and I’ll be back out there with you when I’m ready. Until then, go protect both of us.”

“Alright. We’ll keep someone posted outside. And use the damn crutches I left in your room. You need to stop walking around on-” Beau put his hand over your mouth, shushing you.

“I got the message, boss. Don’t worry about me.” You nodded, getting him over to the table. After putting a plate of eggs and toast in front of him, you took a quick shower and changed, jogging downstairs by the time he was finished. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you asked, tying your boots by the front door, throwing your hair up into a messy ponytail. Beau waved his hand and you wandered closer, surprised when he took your hand, lacing your fingers together. “What is it?”

“I want to talk about this later. Us…and what we want.” 

“Me too. If you need anything today, just call.” He forced a smile, the pit returning to your stomach. “You okay?”

“Be safe. Don’t go anywhere by yourself for me. Please.”  

“I will. Now get your butt in bed and sleep more.”

“Can do, boss,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Call me at lunch?”

“I will. Promise.” You pecked a kiss on his forehead, Beau clearing his throat when you had the front door half-open. “What is it, Arlen?”

“Nothing. Just-”

“Be safe. I know.” You smiled, leaving the house after a moment and climbing in your truck with a sigh. 

“Hey Pop,” you said, calling into the station. “Set up a meeting for fifteen in the conference room with department heads. I think I know a way to find these guys hanging out there.”

“Sure but how are we going to do that?”

“They want me? Then let’s let them come and get me.”

“Beau’s not going to like that plan.”

“Yeah well Beau’s not in charge right now. I’m second in command and I say let’s figure out a way to bait these guys. Got it?” Pop sighed into the phone but you got his concurrence. “Great. Be there soon.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

[magic-hcs]

What could a crush or s/o do/be like to make the boys unable to stop themselves from kissing them right then and there?

For Sans, Bean, Syrup and Red uwu

Oh that’s so cute! I love that anon!

Warning: s/o punches a guy

Bean: HT Papyrus

Syrup: US Papyrus

Red: UF

If you like what you read, please consider dropping a comment.

Let’s cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨✨

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Sans: You are spouting witty remarks and knowledge, and Sans finds himself almost leaning on the table with his entire weight, elbows placed on the table. There are practically hearts in his sockets as he listens to you talk, cheek bones resting on his metacarpals. His smile has turned dopey a while ago. And oh stars, you’re talking so smartly and it does things to Sans. You created these fluttery warm feelings inside his soul, yet he doesn’t want it to ever stop. Sans finds himself zoning in on your lips as you talk at some point. He’s enthralled as he watches how your lips form words, not hearing you anymore this skeleton has become a puddle in-front of you.

Help this poor man he’s so screwed.

You’ll get the same reaction when you wear clothes that reveal your thighs. Sans can’t keep his hands to himself he gotta touch you, he gotta feel your skin underneath his phalanges. You just draw him in and he can’t stop the white pinpricks forming into hearts as he leans in.

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Bean: You don’t have to do anything special to get such a reaction from him. You could just be helping him cook dinner while standing next to him in his spare apron. The fabric folded once because it was too big on you. Or you could be massaging his shoulders and upper back since it hurts quite often. Either way…your doing something very domestic with him and Bean can’t help but feel a soft warmth manifest from his soul and spread through his entire body. Reaching from the top of his skull, going all the way down to the tips of his toes. His soul is singing out to you.

Bean’s phalanges twitch as he watches you, filled with the urge to hold you so close to his chest. He wants you to hear the song his soul is humming for you.

Do you hear it?

It has never made such a melody before…you do this to him.

Will you be able to face the repercussions?

As Bean holds your chin between two phalanges, he leans ever closer to your face. To your lips. His eyesockets are lidded filled with a softness you can’t describe. The next action puts firework to shame.

✨✨

Syrup: He had just made you laugh real bad. You’re wheezing, snorting, oinking, tooting, whatever your doing you stunned him into silence and awe. Syrup has completely forgotten why you’re even laughing in the first place.

Had he made a joke?

Did he stumble and trip?

It doesn’t really matter. Because you’re laughing and it’s all Syrup’s mind can register, and all he can focus on.

There are tears in your eyes, and Syrup can’t stop his hand from reaching out and wiping the tears away. There’s just one sentence filling his mind: “i’m really screwed…ain’t i..?” But it doesn’t bother him. Not at all. He welcomes the feeling, embraces it and cherishes it close to his soul.

He never wants to let you go again.

The hand he used to wipe away the tears is now cupping your cheek. You look up, cheeks heating up from the way Syrup looks at you.

His eyelights gaze upon you and its as if you’re his entire world. As if the most precious thing that ever graced the earth was standing in front of him only for him to see. His gaze is so dazed, so warm. Syrup doesn’t show such an unguarded expression around just anyone. You can’t help but feel special.

✨✨

Red: The two of you went for dinner at grillbys, having fun; enjoying good food and appreciating each other’s company. That is till some douch bags decided to show up and started calling Red names. The names itself didn’t bother him, not at all. It was that you were there to witness such distasteful shit.

That was what bothered him.

But then; they said a specific crude word “freakshow” or something like that - Red wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying. That ticked you off. You rose to your feet and marched towards the guy who made the comment. Now Red had no idea what you were going to do, but one look at your face, he could make a guess. And ho boy, did he guess right. Before he could even utter a “babe” you sucker-punched the guy in the face, and as the guy’s face greeted the floor one thought entered Red’s mind.

Holy fucking shit! That was hot….You were so fucking hot!

Red gulped audibly - but not in fear - soul creating a strong thump against his chest. He hooked a phalange at the collar of his shirt before pulling it slightly. Red’s eyelights turned into hearts as every bone in his body urged him to get up and take your far away from this place. Pinning you against the nearest surface and touch every inch of available skin…kiss every bare spot on your body.

And that’s exactly what he does. Red moves before any else can, grabbing your hand he pulls you against him before shortcutting away. He doesn’t know where he takes you, all he can focus on is you. You, you, you, you.

You stood up for his ass. And he wants to thank you properly.

Red presses you gently against the wall, sockets were lidded while he looks at you with eyelights still formed into hearts. The only words he can push past his teeth is a dazedly growl of “marry me.”

✨✨

✨✨

Than you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

[ariana-senpai]

Disenchantment Preference

How They Flirt

(For anon) 

Tiabeanie 

Bean goes back and forth between overt innuendo and awkward attempts at flirty jokes. She’s better at flirting when she’s not trying to, but she can manage if she has a little prep time. Unless she’s been drinking. Then you’re going to get some, “wow, your eyes are just... so... eyes.” 

Elfo 

For Elfo, flirting is open pining and reminding you that he’s there, you know, as an option, if you ever want to, you know. Just keep him in mind. He’s there. Somewhat complimentary, but he’ll also try to defend you to the best of his ability. His approach is friends to lovers. 

Dagmar 

Dagmar is Too Smooth. She flirts with charm and quick wit. She’ll tailor her style to fit you, of course, but she’ll rely a lot on honeyed words. She’ll occasionally gift you with some sort of trinket as well.  She’ll ~ somehow ~ just know what words to say and gifts to give. 

Oona

Oona’s way of flirting is showing you what a badass she is. She’ll let you know that she is down to kill for you. She’ll also turn on the charm and show her attraction to you openly, but also with class. She’ll have witty ways of complimenting you, and she won’t wait long to ask you to be hers. 

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// UNDER REFORMATION //

Character roster and Masterlist

Fandoms coming that I need to add here: Sherlock, Spyxfamily, Moonknight, Harley Queen DC, Addams Family, Good Omens, Edward Scissorhands...

I like LOTS of characters and I will write for lots of fandoms soo scroll, scroll, scroll

I'll keep adding more as I take interest in more characters

I can also quit writing for some of them, so it'll be kind if you check that the character you want is here <3

☆ Characters in bold are the ones I'm specially excited to write about! ☆

ANIME

- Hawks / Keigo Takami

BNHA

- All might / Toshinori Yagi

- Endeavor / Enji Todoroki

- Eraserhead / Shota Aizawa

- Nighteye

- Present Mic / Hizashi Yamada

- Kurogiri

- Himiko Toga

- Fat Gum

- Twice

- Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko

Poly relationships: Endhawks, Erasermic...

• SK8 THE INFINITY

- Joe

- Cherry Blossom

- ADAM

- Shadow

Poly relationships: Matchablossom, Shadoka...

• JUJUTSU KAISEN

- Nanami Kento

- Ijichi

• KIMETSU NO YAIBA

- Muzan

- Enmu

- Susamaru

- Rengoku

- Uzui

- Inosuke (platonic)

- Tanjiro (platonic)

- Zenitsu (platonic)

• GHIBLI (soon)

• HUNTER X HUNTER

SLASHERS

- Freddy Krueger

- Jason Vorhees

- Brahms Heelshire

- Tiffany Valentine

- Hannibal (NBC)

- Pennywise

- Chromeskull

- Asa Emory

- Bubba Sawyer

- Vincent Sinclair

- Bo Sinclair

- Lester Sinclair

- Candyman

- Billy Loomis

- Stu Matcher

- The Grabber

- Bonus: Musical!Beetlejuice

- Bonus: Joker (Arthur Fleck)

Poly relationships: Chromeskull x The Collector, Ghostface...

(Other killers or horror characters)

- Travis Hackett

• PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

- Erik destler

- The Daroga / The Persian / Nadir Khan

- Cherik (Charles dance's Erik from 1990)

Poly relationships: Erik x The Persian...

VIDEOGAMES

• VALORANT

Ask about anyone

• ANIMAL CROSSING (SFW!)

- Brewster

- Blathers

- Tom Nook

- Redd

- Gulliver

- Ask for your fav neighbor!

• PROFESSOR LAYTON

- Jean descole / Desmond sycamore

- Hershel Layton

• POKEMON

- Grimsley

- Giovanni

- Maxie

- Archie

- Ghetsis

- Nanu

- N

- Guzma

☆ Also fluff platonic scenarios with your fav pokémon!

Poly relationships: Maxie x Archie...

• UNDERTALE (no AUs)

- Papyrus

- Sans

- Grillby

- Mettaton

- Toriel

- Asgore

• GENSHIN IMPACT -> I won't write NSFW for the youngest characters

Ask about anyone

- Ningguang

- Jean

- Sara

- Ei

- Xinyan

- Xiangling

- Sucrose

- Keqing

- Yanfei

- Hu Tao

- Beidou

- Amber

- Zhongli

- Kaeya

- Itto

- Tartaglia

- Thoma

- Gorou

- Diluc

- Bennet

- Razor (platonic)

- Fischl (platonic)

- Chongyun (platonic)

- Baizhu

- Dottore

Poly relationships: Childe x Zhongli, Ayato x Thoma, Beidou x Ningguang...

• COOKIE RUN (SFW )

- Almond Cookie

- Expresso Cookie

- Mushroom Cookie

- Lilac Cookie

- Herb Cookie

- Clover Cookie

- Vanilla Cookie

TV SERIES / MOVIES

• OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

- Izzy Hands

- Blackbeard / Ed

- Stede Bonnet

- Lucius

- Spanish Jackie

- Frenchie

- Fang

Poly relationships: Steddy Hands, Ed x Stede...

Ask about someone anyway even if they're not here!

• THE BOYS

- Hughie Campbell

- Starlight

- Maeve

- Billy Butcher

- Stan Edgar

- Homelander

- Soldier Boy

• STAR WARS

- Boba Fett

- Darth Vader (Not Anakin)

- Din Djarin

- Armitage Hux

Poly relationships: Kylux...

• MARVEL

- Tony Stark

- Dr. Strange

- Bruce Banner

- Natasha Romanoff

- Peter Parker (Tom Holland) (Platonic only)

- Deadpool

- Eddie Brock & Venom (they're a pack!)

- Otto Octavius (Doc Ock)

- Norman Osborn (Green Goblin)

Poly relationships: Otto x Norman...

• ARCANE

- Silco

- Viktor

- Sevika

- Jinx (sfw)

Poly relationships: ask!

• TINTÍN

CARTOON

• THE OWL HOUSE

- Eda

- Raine Whispers

- Alador

- Hunter (platonic)

- Luz (platonic)

- Amity (platonic)

- Willow (platonic)

Poly relationships: Raine x Eda...

• HAZBIN HOTEL / HELLUVA BOSS

- Blitz

- Stolas

- Fizzarolli

- Asmodeus

- Alastor (sfw! Gotta respect the ace king)

- Sir Pentious

- Millie

Poly relationships: Asmodeus x Fizzarolli, Stolas x Blitz...

• VILLAINOUS

- Flugg

- Black Hat

- 505 (platonic)

- Demencia

• GRAVITY FALLS

- Ford Pines

- Stanley Pines

- Dipper & Mabel (platonic)

• INSIDE JOB

- Reagan

- Brett

• RICK AND MORTY

- Rick Sanchez

• SHE-RA

- Double Trouble

- Bow

- Scorpia

- Hordak

- Entrapta

- Shadow Weaver

Poly relationships: Entrapta x Hordak...

[fandom-wars-imagine-blog]

Can I get my dreams fulfilled and just get some headcanons about Bean with a girlfriend? Maybe something about her saving another, more timid and shy princess by accident somehow and them falling in love? Just, pls fill my gay little heart with wlw Bean content I am begging you.

{ Oh, thefirst scenario about Disenchantment.

Yeah, I’mreally glad and we love Gay! Bean, she’s so precious and awww!

MORE ASKSLIKE THIS, PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE MORE MORE!!!

~ Mod RU~ }

🍻 BEAN 🍻

You werea Princess of another Land Bean has never heard about, even if at first, shedid not know you were a Princess since you appeared as a normal person, asimple visitor. Not that Bean appeared like a real princess because by heroutfit, you would say everything about her except she was a princess.

Maybe thetwo of you were not as different as it seemed, because your situation was verysimilar to her but you did not know it yet.

You ranaway from your home because of your irreverent parents who wanted to decideeverything about your life even the person you should have married and it wasunfair.

Theywanted you to marry a boy of another land you found disgusting and boring.

It wasnot the only problem you had to face because actually, well, you did not likeboys at all. You were not attracted by them. Absolutely not. You have neverconfessed the truth to your parents because you did not want to delude them,but it was tiring, you could not live in lies anymore and so you have left yourhome during the night like a thief because you were just exhausted of hearing alltheir complaints and screams.

You weresuch an introvert person and for you making friends was very hard but, despiteit, you were glad and curious about this new realm to discover.

During anormal Saturday day, you were walking through the streets of Dreamland,enjoying some good time of freedom, when, suddenly, while you were lost in yourthoughts, something happened, a stranger just hit you, and the both of you fallto the ground.

You werejust so confused that you did not say a word and you raised your eyes,observing the person who hit you.

It was agirl and she was so beautiful that you just sighed, admiring her fascinatingfeatures.

Her hairwas whiter than the snow, and her eyes shined like two blue pearls,

You hadno time to say something that she ran away, after having pronounced a hurry“sorry”. Someone was chasing after her, it was a group of royal guards and soyou have imagined she was a sort of criminal but something in her attracted youso much and you desired seeing her again.

By theway, she was not the only one to being in serious troubles because your guardsalso chased you and you guessed, your parents were so mad at you. You had tofind a place to hide but you did not know this city very well, you had no moneyand no friend here, so you could not even pay a hotel since you spent all themoney you had for paying the carriage.

In themiddle of the main square, you noticed the royal guards of your father and theywere speaking with the same guys who were chasing after that girl before.

They arealready searching for me, you thought until one of them saw you and theystarted running toward you.

The onlything you could do was running as fast as you could but they were obviousfaster than you until something happened. The beautiful girl you met beforecame here to help you and she showed you a new path to follow.

“Hey, yougurl! Come here!” she said, and then you followed her.

The twoof you, followed by a weird elf and a black cat, ran faster than the lightuntil you and Bean reached the forest, and then you two started rolling downthe hill, laughing like crazy. It was strange but also very funny. You havenever felt so free before.

Then, sheintroduced herself as the princess of Dreamland and you did not say to her youwere a princess but you were not surprised, since you thought she was coolbefore you knew she was a princess and so you found her even cooler!

She wassuch a funny, strong and brave woman, you truly admired her a lot and you didnot miss your old life, since you kept staying with Bean, you only cared abouther. She was the centre of your world now and you hoped, it could be like thisforever.

As thedays passed, you and she spent a lot of time together. She also introduced youto all her friends of her favourite bar, where the two of you drunk a lot and playedpoker.

Actually,she taught you so many things even if for Bean it was not a big deal and shestill thought she was not a good person and she always put herself in troubles,her father always complained about her and she was such a brat, but for you, itwas very important. You were glad she was your friend even if you wanted to bemore for her since you felt for Bean a deepest sentiment that could not bedefined as a simple friendship.

Ofcourse, Bean did not realize you had a crush of her, maybe the only one whorealized it was Lucy and he would say, your heart was burning as hellfire forBean, and it was kind of funny.

One dayin the middle of a conversation, you just could not keep yourself back anymoreand you kissed Bean. Her lips were soft, warm and they tasted like beer, it wassomething so beautiful and you were addicted by her flavour but you did notrealize she was staring at you with two confusion eyes and then you realized,you made a terrible mistake.

What didyou do? Why? Were you crazy? Now she was about to hate you and your heart breakingin thousands of pieces. However, before you could run away, she grabbed yourwrist and it seemed, she was not angry at you, well, she was confused but youcould not read anger in her eyes.

Actually,she enjoyed this moment more than you could imagine and she was sad it lastedso short.

So, youconfessed to Bean the truth, that you were a Princess escaped from her realmbecause you did not want to fulfil your duty and you felt so hurt because ofyour parents’ egoism.

Oh, god…Bean could not believe your words. It was exactly what she felt about her life.The sentiment of being always misunderstood, judged or defined as a loser onlybecause she did not want to marry a stranger. You and she are so similar thatshe just hugged you and you returned her hug.

She wasso glad to hear these words from you and for the first time in her life, shefelt truly loved and accepted for the person she was and it was fantastical.Everything was so perfect.

You werenot forced to marry that stupid guy anymore since you have found your soul mateyet and it was Bean. She was the princess of your heart, your one and only,your saviour and nobody was going to ruin your happy ending.

The twoof you could love each other without any fear or preoccupation and the kiss oftrue love was not the only thing that happened tonight.

.

.

Itseemed, even a certain elf was enjoying the view of you and Bean making out onthe floor without any shame since the little elf had still so many things tolearn and see (and he has never seen two girls making love with such passion ortwo girls making love in general).

Oh god…Things become so interesting, so hot, oh god. Seeing him so frustrated andexcited is the funniest thing ever, sorry, but it had to be said, he’s such acutie and he’s also so happy seeing the two of you so happy, he’s not even jealousbecause this show is too amazing! Oh, god!

“Theseshows are very popular in hell, you’re such an innocent, Elfo” said Lucy,smoking his cigar, and even his comment was necessary. He would not say, but healso enjoyed it a lot.

[yanderedisenchantment]

Yandere! Male! Tiabeanie 'Bean' headcanons

How do I put this nicely... Bean is unfocused, uncoordinated, and even a little violent

He would never purposely put you in danger, but he has put you in some dangerous situations

He tries to keep you out of it, but you always manage to come

When he becomes King, he'll order you to stay behind and if you try and disobey he'll have the guards detain you

"You may hate me now Y/n, but I don't want you getting hurt"

He's super protective over you and his mother uses that to her advantage

"That... Girl. What's her name?"

"Leave Y/n out of this."

Dagmar will smile before tilting her head at her son, "Well, then I guess you'll do what I say, won't you?"

Bean's greatest fear is losing you and it being his fault

Anyone can tell he's in love with you, but he himself can't confront these feelings, so he lets them out in other ways

He laughs at all of your jokes, even if they're not funny

He just stares at you sometimes, like his face just changes and he'll smile to himself and his pupils will dilate and his face will peach up

Luci will call him out on it, but Bean always denies

"No, she's my closest friend. We're nothing like that"

Nobody believes that shit, not even Elfo

He expresses his feelings to the only person he thinks can understand, Mora

Mora tries telling Bean that it sounds like he's in love

Bean denies it and gets frustrated

He can't be inlove with you

He already has so many people he has to protect, like his people, all he needs is to be inlove with you and worried about you

Although, he does think about you, constantly

He'll always put your life before his own, much to your annoyance

"You're the future king of Bean, we have to make sure you get out of here alive"

^ He gets so mad, because all he's trying to do is protect you, yet you make it so hard for him