#maxwell x reader

[mistfalldruid]

𝖓𝖊𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖑 𝖕𝖆𝖉𝖗𝖊, 𝖉𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖔 𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔, 𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖓

Enrico Maxwell x Reader

Back at it again with nsfw headcanons

Starting off strong this man wants to fuck you like he hates you

Maxwell is rough as shit with you but I swear he does care

He’s just so pent up that he fucks out his aggression

Maxwell bites. He’s feral.

Bratty top FOR SURE

Maxwell goes about his day thinking about what he would do to you, he’s not slick with it either

He’s loud as hell but forces you to be quiet. (He’s a hypocrite)

One thing is for sure, he gives the best aftercare ever

Maxwell heats up a bubble bath and lights some candles for a beautiful scene

He’ll even slip into the bath with you to massage your legs and back

Afterwards he helps you dry off before attempting to cook dinner for you (he fails and just gets you a bunch of snacks)

Despite being rough as fuck, Maxwell is truly caring and gentle with you.

[cuddlethesillys]

Maxwell x Reader (DST) comfort from a nightmare

Your foot had slipped, falling backwards into the cold ocean water

the boat speed off, it's sales had unwind- causing your only safety to sale off without you as things in the water grabbed at your ankles

dragging you down, the air left your lungs- floating up to the light you thought you'd never reach again, You hope to scream- but no sound can leave your lips

until it does- a ear ringing screech that makes a flock of crows take off into the night air

it was only a bad dream, a memory

sick and dark memory you tried to hid- you played it off like it didn't scar you, yet here you are- sweet dripping down your forehead as your eyes shake, hardly making out the faint shapes around your tent

panic set in as the doors of the tent opened up

sharp finger tips pressed into the fabric, pulling it aside as the freezing night care creeped into the tent- the blunt chill licked at your face and neck while a dark shape snuck forwards

the same type of the sharpen claws that had dug into your ankles- dragging you down into the icey cold and into the blank darkness, they creeped into your eye line

your chest rose and fell with quick speed, screaming you slapped the claw away as you heard a voice grunt in front of you

" Pal "

his voice was blunt, flexing his hand as he shifted to his knees- his eyes were cold, colder then the ocean that dragged you under it's large waves- a faint and duel purpile suit was clinging to his thin body

" I'd like it if you wouldn't slap my hand like that "

all you could get out was mumbles, mutters of unknowable words and whispers- just for his sharp finger tip to press into your lips

" did you have a nightmare? "

you gave him a quick nod, his palm soon touched your chin- his fingers softly touching your cheeks as he made you look him in the eyes

his eyes were a coal black, thin white pupils stared back down as he let out a short sigh

" Annoying, Aren't they? nightmares- such a sleepless pain " his voice was more gentile then it was when he walked in

" Do recall you're on land, there's dirt under your feet like it or not, Pale "

his eyes soon drifted to the tent door- your face slipped out of his finger tips as he stood upright, slowly closing the flaps of the tent door

" can you keep your mouth shut about something, Pal? "

he didn't look at you- so you gave out a small 'mhm' before he spoke again

" I get them to . . . "

he looked back at you with a far softer look

" Panic attacks, Anxiety- all of that from the dreaded nightmare thrown, Fear can be so cruel at times "

he stepped back towards you, his eyes drifting from the floor towards you

" Have you had this same one before? "

you nodded your head, you could feel tears forming in your eyes as you stared down at your shaking hands- just to feel his side press softly into yours

your head flicked to him, he had his arms crossed as he sat beside you, you looked confused- he picked that up quickly

" . . . Promise me you won't go telling this to anybody, Pal "

you nodded, shifting a small amount under your spider silk blankets

" well . . . umm- . . . . I . . . "

the words seemed to be held in his throat, causing him to hiss to himself as he turned towards you- not saying a word he slipped his arms around you, making both you and him lay down

he kept your back pressed up to his chest, his arms across your own chest as his chin rested on top of your head

" Not a single soul outside of this tent can know about this, Got it? "

you nodded, letting out a long sigh as you relaxed into his grasp- your eyes soon fell shut

[ . . . ]

you woke up to another noise in the middle of the night, even darker then before- but this wasn't a noise far away

a soft yet also loud purr came from right behind you- like a huge cat had pressed up to your back, your head turned towards the noise as Maxwell's grasp just tighten in his sleep you were meet with dark scales peaking out from behind the tie of his suit- his skin was a dead pale type of color, coal colored scales ran up his neck

his chest rose and fell softly- every inhale and exhale was meet with another purr that felt like a chattering noise

a long black tail rested behind him- it had snuck out from his suit, his shoes were knocked off his feet by large claws that replaced human toes- his gloves were ripped apart to show far larger claws then he started with

spikes ran down his spine- his ears were pointed, wrapped from human to something inhuman- something you'd find on a Monstrosity of a Man

you silently shifted away from him, placing your hands onto his chest to try to free yourself from his grasp- only for that plan to back fire

his arms tighten their grasp- pulling your face into his chest as his head lowered, his legs curled around yours as the long black tail slide around your waste and up your lower back

you could hardly hear his heart beating over the low chattering purr, but it's softness made you grow sleepy . . .

[ . . . ]

a white glove slipped into the tent's door- flinging it open as a friendly mime stood in the doorway- a welcoming smile stuck to his face, only for that to drop as he notices Maxwell still snuggled up to you

the bright light caused Maxwell's eyes to snap open- he hissed

" cLOSE THE TENT DOOR "

he threw a pillow towards Wes- Wes ducked out of it's path as the pillow hit Wilson in the face, making him drop a bowl filled with food for you

" HEY! "

Wilson snapped, stamping his foot as Wes couldn't help but silently laugh- Maxwell grumbled to himself as you sleeply opened your eyes

" grr- erhm . . . "

Maxwell sat up, having taken his arms off you

" S-Sorry pal, I made Wilson spill your food "

he looked unsure of himself, fixing up his tie- the light of the day having changed him back to his human type form before the others had come in

looking at him from his side- a small smile creeped across your face

with a quick movement, you kissed Maxwell on the cheek- his face went as red as a tomato as howling laughter came from Wilson

Wes was on his hands and knees- laughing so hard the weak mime couldn't stand any longer, even tho not a single noise left his lips

Wilson was gasping for air and wheezing with every breath as Maxwell cupped his hands over his face- muttering something under his breath while you just leaned onto his shoulder

" Thank you "

you whispered to him while the others kept laughing

[ End ^v^ ]

[writin-with-the-blues]

I wanted to request some Maxwell (Don't Starve) x Reader if you're feeling up to it. He needs a s/o who will love a cherish him despite everything 🥺💞

A/N: No. (Yes I absolutely love this old man. I forgive all of his sins.) I do have other headcannons of relationships, but I am going with the idea he fell in love with you in the constant.

Cherish me Darling

Maxwell x GN!S/O (Romantic)

Let’s first off start by saying you are absolutely right. So right, that it’s painful.

The start of the relationship is rocky, mainly because he still has this underlying paranoia like waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like you are going to leave him if you find out about who he really is, or worse, actively malicious.

This is compounded by the fact you were one of the original survivors before Charlie came into power. You were there as you tried to fight against what he threw at you. You saw his fall of power and you were mad at first with him when he became a survivor, just like everyone else. But just like everyone else, you forgiven him, but Maxwell hasn’t forgiven himself.

But, that shoe never drops.

Instead, he gets a conversation with you about how that sort of feeling is destroying what you and him have with each other. That those self destructive thoughts are exactly what make relationships fail in the first place.

As the relationship goes on, he works on his own feelings of guilt from the constant and his own self esteem issues, all hidden behind quips and sarcasm. He doesn’t want you to be super involved with his road to recovery since he doesn’t want you to be a crutch for him. He doesn’t really tell the other survivors about what’s going on behind the curtains, but to you, he often tells you the tiny details.

He loves how quiet the relationship is, as if you two have been married for years and everybody should assume you two are together sort of quiet. There is no need for the super loud displays of affection, but if you like it, he’ll happily show his affection to you.

His favorite moments are also pretty quiet, the two of you hang around the campfire as you look upon the stars. He’ll feel you lean onto him, the feeling of your body against his thin frame bringing him to smile. He shows his affection by giving a light peck to your forehead and rubbing your back gently.

Oh speaking of touching, he absolutely can’t get his hands off of you. While I did say he likes the quiet, that doesn’t mean the quiet displays of affection are off the table. He often leans on you, uses your shoulder as an arm rest, plays with your hair absentmindedly, holds your hand, everything along those lines.

As for him? Please give this man some compliments. Tell him he did a good job or anything along those lines. In front of the survivors, he might just groan or do be sarcastic, but I promise he’ll make it up to you in private.

Another thing you can do is just by doing stuff with him. He is old and it’s hard for him to keep up like the other survivors so just having another hand makes life so much easier; like say chopping wood for him. If you really want him to love you, do stuff that exponentially makes his life better.

Getting him a cup of coffee? When it’s so hard to get access to the seeds? In this hellhole? Just to make his morning that much better? Marriage.

Bonus: Regardless of gender, he loves makeup stains on his face. Specifically lipstick stains on his face.

Overall: 8/10

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[luminaalsteen]

To Wish for a Chance

Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader

Summary: Maxwell only wishes for his son’s companionship for Christmas. Tho things don’t go according to plan and he finds himself walking home alone, only to find new reasons to be grateful for the life he has now.

Warning: Self-doubt, complicated past.

Point of View: Third

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a/n: This fic is an extended version of the concept created in my Pedro Pascal Character Headcanon (that was requested). It might not be too much of a romantic story, it is something that can be extended furthermore, but for now, this is it! Enjoy~

Most doesn’t know or even care to remember that Max Lord was the man behind the voice whose making them wish for something they should have never wish for despite his well known oil commercial in America. They’re too scared to recall the memory. Moreover, the fact that there is no record of his broadcast is rather strange if one would think again, but that is what happened. Only some remember the red eyes and sweaty palm of the businessman grabbing them and beg them to wish his wishes. Then there are some who only remembered him by his television persona. Yet even to them, he became nothing but a distant memory.

After the great event, Maxwell Lord took another huge step that would change his life. Black Gold ended up in bankrupcy, it was sold to non-existence by the man who built it himself. No one knows the reason why. No one cares about the man who built his bussiness upon lies, and he gladly took the fact that some people would think that way of him. Max decided to leave the restless scenery of the big city behind and move to a quiet, peaceful suburb far away. Far enough to hardly be recognized. He changed back his name to the one he leave in the past. He claimed back and accepted the name as an attempt for a redemption towards the child reside deep in him he claimed to have fought for. He became 'Maxwell Lorenzano' as he feel he should have always been. He is now a broken man with barely a penny to his name. He have many reason to frown and drown himself in sorrow, but living in such peaceful area give him a lot more reason to held his head up and move on in the way that he can easily start over in a place where most wouldn’t recognize him.

Since he moved to the town, he work as much job as he could take. Especially when he remembers Alistair's coming. He was promised by his, what he considered ‘a miracle’, kind enough ex-wife, that his beloved son, Alistair, would be sent to him for an entire week. Alistair will visit and stay for Christmas after not seeing him for a very long time, and after all that extravagant life he used to promise Alistair when Black Gold Coorperative still exist, he only wanted to do his best to satisfy his son with little he can give now. Despite his life crumbling down, he never left behind the very thing that made him who he is, a hardworking man and a good father. To some people who knew who he was, they would probably accuse him for being lazy enough to use a stupid wishing stone to do his bidding, but even he worked hard to climb his way to fame and gaining trust enough to get an easy access to the stone.

Still, just because that what has been done, doesn't mean it what supposed to be done. He knew that the hard way. So now he didn't do it the easy way. He worked three different jobs. One main and two other side jobs. Most days, he work in a thrift store. Sad to think he ended up in a place filled with old, abandoned, unimportant things. A reminder what he thought he would ended up becoming. Then some days he earn money by mowing lawns and do a night shift at a local bar. Low paying jobs, but it keeps him humble. He do whatever it takes to move on and be happy for what he have.

He doesn't care if his blond hair had grew out, and his brown hair has grew back along with the white ones. He doesn't care how many wrinkle he ended up having, or how dark the circles appear around his eyes. He look forward to the day he finally can have Alistair in his arms again and those days would be the happiest he have in months, enough to create memories to heal his wounds from the past, perhaps even the ones to come. That is just how much he loves his son.

Little did he know what would actually happen right before the day of Alistair's supposed arrival.

"What do you mean he won't be coming!?" Maxwell's fustration can be noticed by the people passing by on the street when he lets out a growl, slaming his fist to the nearest wall of the public telephone,  but then he quickly apologize for the discomfort he causes to his surrounding and ask softly over the telephone, "I'm sorry. Can I, at least, speak to him? Please?" The moment he heard Alistair's sweet voice, he put on the brightest smile he could do before he answered, "My boy! How I've missed you!"

I missed you too, daddy! I'm sorry I couldn't make it there. Mommy said the snow’s fallen too early and heavy. She said I wouldn’t make it all the way there.

He tried not to sound angry knowing the fact that the snow fallen much less than they have ever before and that she intentionally delay Alistair’s trip when he was supposed to arrive more than a week before. It could have been avoided. "Oh, no worries, Al. I would be worried too. Wouldn’t want anything happen to you. We can have next Christmas together. Or any other holiday you wish to spend with me. Any day, I would be here."

I wish you are here with us... I made gingerman cookie that look just like you. Will you come here instead? You promised me you will teach me how to do the dance you used to do for me when it’s rain. I really wish you are here with me now.

Wish… I wish for a chance. I wish many for you and I would do it again, but I just wish for you… Maxwell thought. Maxwell eyes redden as he hold his tears. He never knew that a simple common word could sound so painful to him. So careful as to not to show a hint of sadness, he chuckled and said, "I wish that too, bud. But I can't."

Why?

"You know... things," he avoided further question. "Anyway, I'll call you later, then you can tell me what gift you've gotten this year. Is that okay?"

You know, you don't have to ask. Alistair laughed through the phone.

"Great. Speak to you later. Merry Christmas. Love you, bud," Max answered almost whispered.

Love you too, daddy! I hope we meet soon!

It made him happy and sad at the same time having to show his love through a phone call from miles away. He wanted to hear that right there where he stand, but his son is out of reach. Nonetheless, he is happy to know how much Alistair loves him still after everything that had happened. He took a deep breath right after he hung up. He walked himself down the cold snowy sidewalk. Dragging his feet to the nearest café. He wish to get a hot chocolate, or anything warm to make him forget how cold the snow and the cold has failed him, that they are the reason his son is not here with him.

The place is barely filled. Perhaps it is too snowy for most people to come out of their houses, he thought. The place is small and the light’s already flicking. Max has seen the owner from time to time, he is not much older than himself. He stood on the other side of the door, ready to flip the ‘open’ sign. It took him by surprise to see Max in front of the door. “I’m sorry, you’re about to close? I will just get going,” Max apologized. He can’t help but thinking, Great… another wish getting denied.

Max was about to go when the man stopped him. The man put a hand on Max’s back and asked, “Are you alright, my friend?” Max laugh nervously and nodded. “I’m about to close, but if you here for a cup of hot chocolate, I still got some… come.” He cannot refuse the offer. He was there for that reason in the first place, and he could get used to something warm. “So… hot chocolate?” asked the man.

“Yes, exactly what I need.”

It didn’t take much time for it to be served on a take away cup. The owner put two Christmas-colored cups on the counter. Max hesitated, “I’m sorry, but I only ordered one…”

“It’s a discount,” said the man, “I just took the sign down before you came in. Lucky for us, this is the last. I really didn’t want a leftover. Merry Christmas, my friend.”

“Thank you very much. Merry Christmas.” The gesture is not as familiar after years of hardly interacting with people in such a way. It warmed his heart despite how lonely it is. What am I going to do with this now? He thought. Wishing there is someone he can share it with as he keeps walking home. Not much of a home, really. Just a house.

The sky goes darker with the minutes, the air grew colder also, and the snowfall was in slow motion. He keeps his head down, sipping his hot chocolate while holding the other one in his left hand, trying to keep snow away from it once in a while. He stopped himself and gaze at an empty road with dozen street lights in by the side of the road in front of him. He feels melancholy. He can no longer shake the feeling. When he saw no one else but him on that road, his tears slowly fall. Thinking that this might be a sign that he does not deserving of any companion. Even his own son he loves very dearly.

I wish for a chance to have a life worth living for, people I could wish happiness for, and to have them was denied. I get it. Maybe I should just stop wishing for things I knew I didn’t deserve. Maybe I don’t deserve to even wish for anything anymore. His thoughts wondering.

He took several deep breaths before wiping his face with his sleeve, careful not to spill any of the drink down. Then he walks again. Hoping that the warmth of his house will somehow ease the pain and the cold. Until hears a faint singing of a woman. He saw the figure a couple of lamps away from where he stood. He tried to ignore it as he get closer, but he could help but laugh softly at the merry voice of the woman, singing and dancing to a rather familiar song. Singing in the rain. She even re-enacts it perfectly with an umbrella and a hat even with snow all around.

He tried to cover his mouth with his arm, prevent her from hearing his laugh even more, but it was too late. The woman already hears him and she is visibly embarrassed. He felt bad for making her feel like that. He looked at the one drink in his left hand and came up to her. She didn’t look at him when she frantically grab her bag from the snow covering almost half of it until she turned back and saw him smiling at her, “Forgive me. I meant no harm. It’s just… you put a really good show. It was amusing.”

Shyly she answered, “Thank you.”

“Aren’t you cold out here?”

She shooked her head. “Well…” she muttered, “Kind of… but I like the snow.”

He chuckled at the statement. He understood that snow can actually be that interesting to some people, they just willing to get cold to play with it. “Would you like a hot chocolate?” he offered.

She stood frozen in her place. He thought he might look rather suspicious. “Buy one get one and I have no one to share it with…” he admitted. “My name is Maxwell. I’m quite new here.”

The moment she hear his name, her tilted her head and squint her eyes then she smiled at him. “I knew you must be the new guy. I saw you a couple of times around.”

The glow in her eyes gives him a feeling he hadn’t felt for sometimes. Something telling him that he might just find himself a friend in a rather unexpected time and situation. That being alone might not be so bad if it will lead him into meeting nice people around. That he would meet her. Who would have known he could forget his sadness the moment he laid eyes on some random woman dancing to his favorite song on some random winter night?

He then offered again the hot chocolate and she accepted. “So… singing in the rain?”

“I was going to change it to ‘snow’ but it’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” she confessed.

“I’ll watch it regardless. It was quite a show. I would have joined in. I like dancing myself.”

She gives him a mischievous grin. She pulled the hat and the umbrella from her bag and challenge him. “Why don’t you try it then?”

He accepted the challenge with a huge smile on his face. He put the hat on him and as he hold the umbrella, he announced, “Let the show begin.”

Maybe I didn't have to wish for anything in the first place after all.

[jollyrancher87]

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Ah yes, I finally figured out how to do a hyperlink. Here's a list of all my fics so far!! Enjoy my lovelies! Enjoy!!

KEY

Smut-🌺

Fluff-💐

Angst-🥀

Hurt/comfort-🌵

Mando 🐸

Touches- Mando x Reader🌺🥀💐 This is a long one, be warned. After months of inhabiting a small ship your attraction towards The Mandalorian is becoming harder to resist, especially when he touches you.

Agent Whiskey🥃

Daddy Whiskey- 🌺🥀💐 x Reader fic, You bought somthing special to wear for Agent Whiskey, but he once again gets pulls away for a mission.

Whiskey x Reader-🥀🌺💐 Period Symptoms series, you finally gave into Whiskeys charms, but the next morning you find yourself in an awkward situation. (Non graphic depiction of period blood within fic)

Morning Whiskey-💐💐💐💐 Pure fluff, Whiskey runs himself ragged careing for you while dealing with a difficult pregnancy. Floofy floof.

Javier 🍑

Javier x Reader- 🥀💐🌵Period symptoms series , it's been a hard day for Javi, and he just wants you, unfortunately he finds you both need comforting

Javier x Reader- Thunderstorm 🥀🌺 a Thunderstorm knocks out the power in Bogota, Javi does his best to comfort his scared and timid wife bit it leads to more than you expected. (Warning: rough sex, tags are in summary) Part one ... Part Two:

Maxwell Lord🌹

Maxwell x Reader- Period symptoms series 🌺💐Your Maxwell's personal secretary, and your period is kicking your ass, and Maxwell is being a tyrant.

Maxwell x Reader- Jelousy 🌺💐🥀 Paet of the Secretary Series, your day is going perfectly at work, until Maxwell's wife shows up.

Maxwell x Reader- First Time 🌺🥀 *coming soon*

Frankie/Catfish❤

Frankie x Reader- Dirty Texts 🌺 a quick fic where you send Frankie a dirty text in front of his friends.

Frankie x Reader- Period symptoms series 🥀🌵 💐 Pure fluff, your letting your symptoms get the best of you, and you took it out on Frankie. He shows you there's no hard feelings. (Mentions of blood, non graphic)

Tovar

Moon sick- 🌺💐 Sex Pollen/Moon Magic- After trying to find an escape from a festival to celebrate the Blue Moon, Tovar finds his peace intrupted by you, the one person he can't stand.

[youngthiefindarkness]

Maxwell: “Hello there, name’s Maxwell Lord but I’m sure you know me from my commercials.” 

(Y/N): “My name is (Y/N) (L/N), pleasure to meet you.”

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I Just Need Five Minutes: Part 2 - Second Chance

Part 2 of the Maxwell Lord “I Just Need Five Minutes” series: Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (Coming soon)

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x f!reader Rating: G Warnings: Death mention, angst, no beta Word Count: 2,657

Summary: The first meeting was an absolute disaster, so when the phone rings affording you a second chance, you take it without a moment’s hesitation. 

A/N: I really, really like writing flashbacks

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“Please.” Your voice is softer now, staring at him intently. For a moment, no one moves. Neither of you dare even breathe and the weight of the tension in the room is stifling. You can feel the carefully concealed rage radiating off of Maxwell as his eyes bore into you, eyes that are so different from what you use to know. Those eyes dart down to your hand, still depressing the receiver before you slowly pull it away. He replaces the phone, and sits down in his chair.

“Five minutes. Then I’m dragging you out of here by your ankles. Do you understand?” His terse voice sets you on edge, but you nod, rummaging around in your bag.

“I had a feeling you might not remember me.”

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The estate is so quiet without Mrs. Lord here, moving around and making a fuss of the décor. It had been quieter here since Mr. Lord had passed, but this was completely different. The house is cold and still and...empty. And Maxwell is nowhere to be seen. With a sigh, you continue packing items of the estate; things that you thought Maxwell would appreciate you holding on to and things you had taken a shine to during your younger years.

Moving through the woman’s bedroom, you begin consolidating her jewelry. Nothing in this house was cheap, and you knew it. The idea of an estate manager auctioning all of this off at an obscene price causes bile to bubble in the back of your throat as you carefully pack the heirlooms away. You take pause over a single, delicate necklace. A silver chain with a sapphire heart pendant, rimmed in diamonds. A gentle smile graces your lips as you hold it, letting the chain run between your fingers. It had been a gift from Mr. Lord for their anniversary. You remember the look of surprise on her face when he showed it to her, how happy they had both looked while you and Maxwell watched from your spot in the yard. She never took it off after that day.

You tuck the gorgeous piece into the box of things you elect to keep, moving to finish your rounds.

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“I see many people, every day. You can’t expect me to remember every ant that comes crawling through my doors, especially if they have nothing to offer me.” Where did all this venom come from, you wonder, trying not to flinch under his words as you pull out velvet box.

“It’s been 18 years, after all.” You give a small smile, still hopeful as you slide the box to him. “Something to jog your memory.” He scoffs as he takes the box, snapping it open. His entire demeanor changes when his eyes land on the necklace inside.

“Where did you get this?” His voice is drawn tight, quiet as the color drains from his face, his eyes not leaving the sapphire necklace.

“Your mother’s estate when I helped to settle it eleven years ago.” Your voice is gentle and soft, like you’re worried that speaking too loud would shatter everything around you. Please, Maxwell. Please remember. “They couldn’t reach you for the settling of personal effects, and she had no other next of kin, so my mother and I took care of it at the request of the estate manager.” Your heart seizes in your chest as you watch him, a cold sweat breaking out as he looks back up at you, a light of recognition barely there snuffed out and replaced with that same controlled rage.

“Where do you get the gall to come here with this?” The snap of the box closing is sharp and causes you to jump as he stands, resting his hands on his desk to lean towards you. When he speaks, it is through clenched teeth, his voice low and dripping with anger. “The audacity to lie your way into my company for an audience, to bring me this bullshit story? You expect me to believe this when I know the estate manager who settled her estate personally? I’ve decided you don’t get your five minutes, I’m ending this meeting now. Get out.” He turns, stalking to the window, the box white-knuckled in his hand.

“Maxwell…”

“I said get out!” You freeze, hand extended for a moment before dropping it to your side.

“Y...Yes, Mr. Lord. Thank you for your time today…” You turn, heels clicking on the marble tiles as you make your way to the doors, pausing before you open then. “If you ever remember...my contact information is on the papers I provided you.” He doesn’t even offer you the decency of a reply as you step out, the door echoing behind you as it closes you off from him once again. Maybe….maybe you were too late.

Behind the gilded doors, Maxwell seethes, trembling in his shoes as he stares out over the city. Who did this girl think she was, to try and pull something like this. He opens the velvet box, looking over the one of a kind necklace nestled gently in the white silk lining. Maxwell had very little to remember his mother by, the estate manager having managed to auction off almost everything without so much as offering to hold anything for him. But that didn’t matter, he had the company to attend to. This was his family’s legacy, and he would be damned if he let it fail. Slowly, he turns to look at the door, the sound of your heels clicking through his office still resonating in his ears. You were an odd one, a bold one. And you reminded him very much of himself. Perhaps...perhaps he could make use of you. He turns, taking his place at his desk before calling for Sam.

“Bring me a draft of a new hire contract, I have an idea.” Sam’s curt ‘yes, sir’ crackles through the receiver as Maxwell sits back. The world drank from his palm, and soon you would too.

You make your way from the building as quickly as you can, handing your visitor’s badge back to the front desk as you stride past while attempting to keep your head held high. The facade only lasts so long, as once you are safely shut into your apartment it crumbles. Sinking to your knees, you wrap your arms around yourself, attempting to provide yourself some sort of comfort as sobs wrack your chest. That had gone nothing like you had expected it to, but now you have no idea how you were going to get through to him. The only thing you find yourself able to think about is how cold and bitter he looked. How closed off he felt as you tried to make it through to him. How...foreign...the man you grew up alongside now felt. You were no stranger to rage and anger, but to see it so concentrated in Maxwell as he started you down like you were some maggot who had dared to crawl before him cut you to the core.

“Mom...what should I do?” you whisper, laying your head back against the door, waiting for the tears to stop. You had to figure out something… You had to.

~~~~~

“If anyone ever gives you a hard time, tell me and I’ll take care of ‘em!” The little blond boy puffs up his chest in an attempt to look big and strong, bringing a giggle from the little girl’s lips.

“You’re like a knight, Maxie!” She giggles, reaching out to ruffle his carefully combed hair, to which he protests loudly.

“That makes you a princess,” he mutters, trying to fix his hair.  Twelve and ten this boy and girl were, and together they felt as if they could take on the universe.

“Your princess!” She exclaims, tackling him in bear hug that sends them both to the ground, rolling in the grass as they laugh. The joys and innocence of youth were untouchable here.

~~~~

Who do you turn to when your supposed knight rips your heart out and stomps on it in front of you? Where do you run to when the only place you want to be sends you away? Where do you go when home no longer feels like home? You have no idea.

Near a week has passed since your disaster with Maxwell, and you have lived them in a borderline daze, going about your day on muscle memory alone. You’ve taken to keeping your TV off, his commercials simply pulling a new wave of tears from you as you are reminded again and again about how far away from you he is now, closed off in his ivory tower. Could you really just give up? As quick as the thought rears its ugly head in your mind, you force it away. That was absurd. Maxwell needed you. Whether he believed it or not, realized it or not, he needed you. He had gotten lost after the death of his father, the man he admired most in this world. Little Maxwell was so much like him, so kind and gentle and genuine. To see what his son had become would have broken the man’s heart into a thousand tiny pieces. And you could not allow that to continue.

Filled with a renewed resolve, you find yourself returning to your computer, mouse hovering over the interns and careers tab for Lord Corp. If plan A didn’t work...it was time for plan B, apply for a job in the company. Lost in deliberation over if this is the right thing to do, the trill of your phone resounding through your home nearly sends you through the ceiling. Taking a breath to steady yourself, you answer.

“This is Sam, with Lord Corp,” the shrill, nasally voice replies. It’s amazing how even over the phone the sound of his voice makes you want to crawl out of your own skin. How he made it to such a high position within the company, you would never understand.

“Oh, yes, hello. What can I do for you?” You fight to keep the surprise out of your voice, honestly not expecting to receive so much as the time of day from Lord Corp ever again, much less a personal call.

“Mr. Lord requests a followup meeting with you. Apparently, you have struck his fancy.” The words drip with malice and disbelief. “He has a proposition for you, and requests you come by the company tomorrow at noon, sharp. Dress requirement is business formal for this meeting, and do not be late.”

“I...see. What is this proposition?”

“He will discuss that with you when you arrive. Mr. Lord is a reserved man. Only the people who need know the details of his decisions, will know the details. See you tomorrow, noon. Don’t forget.” Before you can get out another word, the line goes dead, dial tone sounding in your ear. You pull the phone from your ear, staring at it in disbelief for a few moments before standing to try and slap together your business formal wear. Second chances happen once in a blue moon, you shouldn’t squander this one.

The next day, you find yourself working up the nerve to actually enter the Lord Building. Your heart is racing loud in your ears as you head inside. That same boy at the front desk begins his usual lifeless greeting until he looks up, seeing you, and a little light returns to his eyes. You return his smile as he hands you the visitor’s badge, directing you upstairs again. He wasn’t so bad, you think, he’s going places.

As the doors of the elevator slide open, you fight to hold back an audible groan when Sam is waiting for you, this time dressed in a tacky tan corduroy suit. “Welcome back. Mr. Lord is waiting for you.” His eyes scan the power suit, distaste clear in his eyes as if he wasn’t dressed like the curtains your grandmother use to have in her house before she passed. He turns on his heel, leading you to the door. All the while his pants make that infernal rubbing sound distinct to the cursed fabric. Two raps on the door before he opens it, letting you in and quickly shutting the door behind you.

Maxwell’s back is to you, hands clasped behind him as he looks out over the city. You stay by the door, politely waiting for him to address you first as you fidget under the intense silence. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Maxwell speaks. “I have no idea how you got your hands on my mother’s necklace, nor how you knew it was my mother’s to begin with, but I am nothing if not a fair man.” He turns to face you, that fake, salesman smile on his face that makes your blood run cold. “So, I’d like to make you an offer.”

You clear your throat before speaking. “What kind of offer, Mr. Lord?”

“I’m in need of a personal secretary.”

“Don’t you have Sam for that?” You can’t help the distaste in your tone as you say his name, and Maxwell chuckles humorlessly.

“Sam is about as useful as a candle under water. But you,” he shakes his finger, pointing at you as he makes his way around his desk to you. “You have a tenacity I admire. Formulating this story to worm your way into my office, figuring out who this necklace belonged to, cutting me off when I attempted to call security on you.” He stops in front of you, far closer than you would have expected him to place himself, given what you had heard of his stand-offish behavior. The smell of his cologne is overwhelming, his closeness raising the hairs on the back of your neck. He smirks down at you, his smile still dimple-less as he tries to make this sale to you. “I could use that in my company. I could use someone like you.”

You stare up at him, praying he can’t hear the pounding of your heart. The look of how cold and shrewd his eyes are leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but you swallow thickly, nodding. This is your chance. “Given the proper arrangements and compensations, I would be willing to accept the job offer, Mr. Lord.” He nods, that grin still in place as he steps back, returning to his desk.

“Perfect. I’ll have Sam get you set up in the office adjacent to mine.” He gestures to a smaller door off the side of his office. “He’ll go over your paperwork with you to get you on boarded. If anything seems too far from your liking, we can...renegotiate. We’ll have you start today.” Emboldened by the flow of conversation, you stride to the front of his desk, arms crossed. His eyes flick up to you, eyebrow arched as he rights himself, returning your stare. “You’ll be expected to keep the attitude in check, of course.” His voice holds a clear and present danger, one that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up once more. You realize quickly that supplication to his demeanor would do you no favors.

“If you don’t like my attitude, Mr. Lord, then you need not hire me.” He stares ate you, his face unreadable until a predatory smile creeps its way ever so slowly across his lips before he summons Sam to his office, telling the weasel of a man to get your office ready.

“We’ll be seeing quite a lot of each other in the coming days. I hope you’re a quick learner, for your own sake.”

“Was that a threat, Mr. Lord?” Your brow arches, confidence slowly building as his banter begins to remind you of your younger years. Perhaps some of the boy you once knew is still there. You just needed to find him.

“Absolutely.”

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Just rediscovered my love for Hellsing after a long while and I gotta say your blog is fantastic! Weird question, how would the members of Iscariot react to a reader of the same gender confessing their love to them. Keep up the good work here!

Maxwell:

He’s pretty confident, always having a smug air to himself

He’s like that around you as well, but he is a tad bit more flirtatious

Nothing over the top, he hasn’t really figured out his own feelings for you yet

He likes you, that much is certain, but he doesn’t know how you’d react or how it would affect his job so he keeps it to himself

All of his confidence and bravery goes right out the window when you confess

When you get done talking, his face turns bright red and his eyes go wide

He doesn’t know what to say, the only sound being his confused gasps

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way y/n,” he says, trying to buy himself some time

Countless thoughts are running through his head and he can’t make any sense of them

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us,” you said nervously

“No, that’s not it,” he began

“Sorry, I’ll just go,” you turned to leave but he stopped you, pulling you forward and kissing your lips

When he pulled away, you were both breathless

“Sorry, I felt that would express my feelings better than I ever could.”

He’s happy, so happy

Hearing you say it made him realize he didn’t care what happened to him as long as he had you

Anderson:

He’s very conflicted about his feelings for you

Because of that he’ll be a tad cold around you

He’s sweet and more than happy to help you with anything, but he won’t exactly seek you out

It’s not awkward tho

If you run into him out of nowhere he’ll be polite

“Hello y/n,” he says, stopping whatever he was doing

“Hello father!”

“What have I said about calling me father?” He always jokes

Your confession would catch him completely off guard

He was so focused on his own feelings that he hadn’t even taken yours into account

For a moment he’s silent, clenching and unclenching his hands as he tries to put things into words

“Y/N, thank you so much for telling me,” he begins

“Of course,” you stutter, worried he’s about to let you down easy

“I need to be honest with you, I haven’t been for a long time. Mostly it’s because I wasn’t sure how I felt, but now I know. I like you y/n,” he said, taking your hand

You were so shocked yet so happy, you didn’t know what to say

To break the silence, he placed a kiss on your forehead

“Here, tomorrow let’s have lunch, we can talk more then.”

Yumie:

She’s always been pretty flirty with you

Usually she’ll wrap her arms around you without warning

She’s certain of how she feels but she doesn’t know if you reciprocate them so she’s fine with just keeping them within

As long as shes still friends with you she’s happy

You never have to worry about needing help or getting lost as she’s always there and ready

Even if you don’t ask she’ll offer

Heading to the store? She’ll come with. Lost your phone? Here she’ll help you find it

When you confess she’s so excited

She grabs you and pulls you close while squealing with joy

“Thank goodness! I was starting to worry I was creeping you out,” she laughed

“Of course not! Your kindness was one of the things that attracted me to you.”

“Really? You have no idea~” she joked

Heinkel:

She’s a little over protective of you

She loves you, and she refuses to let anything bad happen while she’s around, even if you don’t like her back

“Watch it bud!” She yells anytime someone steps on your foot

That’s how she shows her affection

Helping doesn’t exactly cover what she does

Any job you ask for her help with she completely takes over and does for you

Not in a condescending way tho, more like “Here let me handle this”

She’ll give you instructions too to make sure you don’t step on each other’s toes

When you confess she turns into a blushing mess

She’s so happy but so shocked, she doesn’t know what to say

“R-Really?!!” She mutters, unable to look you in the eye

“Yes! Absolutely, I really like you,” you say, taking her hand

“G-good because I kind of like you,” she admits

“How about I take you out tomorrow?” She suggests