Mar 7, 2024
Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss Headcanons
[I have a Twyla, Draculaura, Scarah, River and Kiyomi in the drafts]
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Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss Headcanons
[I have a Twyla, Draculaura, Scarah, River and Kiyomi in the drafts]
Porter Solaire x GN! Reader 0.7 k words Genre: Uhh hurt/comfort? Or just comfort? Warnings: Not proofread
"So you're leaving? Just like that? Porter I know I said I was okay with us being... whatever, for just that night. But when you invited me to that summit thing, and when we started talking a lot more, I thought that meant that.. we were... something more. Something more than just a one night thing, okay?" Their voice cracked. Treasure, much like their name suggested, meant the world to Porter. Sure, he'd just met them about a month ago, but that one month, his life seemed almost bearable.
We should Make Porter x reader fics, he seems like such a sweet gentleman 💕💕
Howdy!! Its the moment maybe some of you have been waiting for. This story is called Save Him. Lame title I know but 🤷 I tried.
Trigger WARNING folks. Mentions of rape, torture, abuse and murder.
Idk what else to say except enjoy :)
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Ring.
"(Y/l/n)". You hear a snicker and immediately your eyes roll.
"What are you wearing?" You can practically HEAR his lips curl up into his famous smirk
"John Porter, do you have anything USEFUL to say to me? Or did you just call to annoy me when im busy?" Hes such a nuisance, you think to yourself. He chuckles, goosebumps involuntarily form all over your body at the deep rumble.
"You know you miss me sweet cheeks" You scoff. wow. His ego never ceases to amaze you.
"Itll be a cold day in hell of I ever mi-" youre cut off by sounds of a struggle."John?" No answer, your heart starts pounding. "JOHN?! ITS NOT FUNNY, JOHN!" you hear someone pick up the phone "Jo-" you start.
"Come and get him little dove" the blood drains from your face. No, it cant be.
"No, i killed you, i watched you die!" You scream into the phone. Flashbacks of the day you escaped that place. The place where you were beaten, trained, tortured, raped, drugged. The place that made you the perfect killing machine. You're the best of the best. Special ops. The most dangerous weapon on the planet and the US government kept a close eye on you.
You hear John scream in agony. And then silence. You sit in a state of shock for god knows how long, before you shakily get up and walk outside to your 6 car garage. Being a government assassin (where your very existence is classified) you made quite a bit of money and you of course spent it on old muscle cars. You go to the far right corner of the garage to your favorite government issued custom made vehicle. You yank off the dusty tarp and instantly she powers up, immediately asking for your pin. "Time go for one last ride baby" you coo at the matte black crotch rocket motorcycle. You type in your pin and baby immediately starts with a satisfying hum. You pat the black leather seat and smile "Good girl". You pop open the side compartment and grab your bodysuit that is perfect for stealth, agility and well, comfort. You pull the black garment on and attach your back holster with a clip in the front that holds your matching Damascus steel katanas. You holster your ebony dagger on your left thigh, you grab your 45 magnum pistol and clip on extra ammo along with a few flash bangs and grenades. You activate the location tracker on your watch and hope to GOD they didnt rip it out of him yet.
You put your hair up into a bun and for the first time in 15 years you reach up and touch the brand of a morning dove behind your right ear. The sting never went away, nor did the memories.
Your watch tings "Location locked on" it chimes. You breathe out a sigh of relief. They havent found his tracker yet. The hope didnt last long, after you look down and see where they're going your blood runs cold. "No" you whisper, fighting back tears. They were going to that place. This might be the last time you see the sun or worse. This might be the last time you see John Porter.
Ring.
"(Y/l/n)" youre immediately answered with a gruff and angry voice.
"Agent (Y/l/n) you are to report to the Pentagon IMMEDIATELY. Thats an order directly from the top" you get angry.
"no." You state calmly. Your eyes widen, you've never disobeyed a direct order. What the fuck did you just say? You silently scold yourself. " No" you say more firmly, your confidence growing. "The only place Im going immediately is to wherever those bastards took John Porter." you disconnect your watch and toss it. Consequences be damned, you have to save him.Time to go.
Your heart is beating erratically, a steady hum going through your body. The sound of tires on the asphalt ringing in your ears. I gotta figure out what to do. Your brow furrows as you try to concentrate on the winding road as well as a plan to save Porter. Why do I care so much? You grunt and shake your head at the thought. "Not the time (y/l/n)" you scold yourself.
Your black bodysuit feels tighter and tighter against your skin as you approach the secret entrance. There was a smile painted on the rock with blood. You breathe out a shakey sigh as you reach out to touch it. Its fresh. "Im going to kill them, every last one." You seethe. Now its my turn to make a mark.
You grab your ebony dagger from its holster on your left thigh. Deep breath (Y/l/n) you coach yourself silently. You always kept your weapons in pristine condition so when you slid it across your wrist pale, milky skin was quickly stained with red. Fat, crimson drops fell to the forest floor, splattering your shoes. You silently apologize to yourself for the monster you're about to become. Your stomach starts to hurt. Nervousness? John doesnt know the secrets of your past. Youve always made sure to cover up the scars on your back from the whip, the brand behind your ear, the cigar burns on your thigh. The deep scars from a dull blade pressing on your hips, keeping you still. For all he knew you had a normal life.
You were kidnapped as an infant by a man they called Mr. Bird. All of his "pets" were named and branded with different birds. You were Morning Dove, your best friend was called "Swan". You were like brother and sister, Mr. Bird didnt like that, he murdered Swan right in front of you. He forced you to decapitate him, the preserved his head in a jar and forced you to keep it in your room. You were beaten, raped, tortured, trained. You never felt anything, emotion or otherwise. Even after the US government found you. You were 15, covered in blood and surrounded by dead bodies. You murdered every last one of them. Or so you thought. They turned you into a sleeper cell, you were numb, emotion and feelings foreign and unattainable. Until you turned 20. Until you met John Porter. Then you felt love for the first time. When you were assigned to basically babysit him. You went to introduce yourself and when he turned around you were instantly drawn in by those deep blue orbs and that cheeky yet charming s m i l e.You were in love with him but you would never say it out loud. God forbid if HE found out and didn't feel the same way? Your grip tightens on the dagger until your knuckles turn white.
Blinking the tears away you write it. Your trigger word, something you believed to be inaccessible. Love. Suddenly everything is black.
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You dont remember how many you killed or what you did to get there. What you DO know is there are dead bodies surrounding you. A macabre congratulations I suppose. You frantically look around for a sign of where the fuck you are, an annoyed sigh escapes you. You close your eyes and take 3 deep breaths. In, out, in, out, in, out. When you open your eyes you realize exactly where you are.
John's head snaps up, he could have swore he heard something. Screaming? No, this "vault" as they call it was taking its toll. Its been almost 2 days. No food or water. Almost constant torture, a flashback of when you were doubled over laughing at his lame attempt at flirting with you causes him to smile, your laughter was so contagious. Suddenly something heavy thudded against the giant door, he knew what the sound of a dead body sounded like. Was he losing his mind? "(Y/N)?" He calls out. "No John, its not her, keep your sanity. She will come for you. Sweet (Y/N), you never told me" He practically whispers to himself. His voice is hoarse and cracking, raw from endless screaming and a lack of water. Always calling out for you, the woman who dealt with everything youve been through alone. You never showed the pain youre in or the lingering fear of your life catching up with you. Your smile never betrayed the tru emotions wreaking havoc inside of you. He never knew how strong you truly were. A tear rolls down his face, he is in love with you. He refuses to die without telling you.Thinking of you is the only way he stays sane. His head lolls to the side, the pain becoming to much for his body to handle. He lets himself sleep, for now.
"JOHN!" you're screaming his name. The need for him is too great. The need to see him, is he even alive? When you run into a room your body immediately ducks as a knife slices where your throat used to be. You recover quickly and immediately your foot connects with their sternum and they fly back and hit something that doesn't sound like a wall. You see the door with 8 industrial grade deadbolts on it. The vault. Tears start to invade your (e/c) irises. You knew that room all too well. Its the torture room. The door is almost 2 feet thick of impenetrable titanium, completely soundproof. Nobody will hear your screaming as blades run down your skin, whips strip flesh from bone, searing hot needles underneath your fingernails. The rope burn as you pull and tug on it, fighting the sweaty pig taking advantage of your young, pure flesh. Thats how they controlled you, through fear. The blood drains from your face, your heart feels like its going to eject from your chest. Your feet move before your brain can comprehend anything. The person who you now identified as a man was kneeling on the floor trying to catch his breath with broken ribs. He was scrambling, trying to grab his knife. You reach up and grab one of your katanas and with a quick clean swing of your arm you leave his shoulders bare. No hesitation, no remorse. The sound of his head hitting the floor was sickening. You're covered in a thick layer of blood, almost uncomfortably so. You clean your blade of blood using the mans shirt and sheathe your weapon. Carefully, you place your ear against the door. Of course you dont hear anything, you scold yourself for the sheer stupidity and desperation of the action. Suddenly you remember, the brick in the wall thats just a little off center. Swan showed it to you, the memory of him slightly lifted the corners of your mouth. You go for the brick on the wall to the left of the door but your legs buckle and your feet slip in the fresh pool of blood. Luckily you fall on the dead man's body instead of your face. Your right thigh is on fire. You see the gash more than feel it. 8 inches long and almost deep enough to see bone. You rip a belt off the dead body and cinched the would closed at best as you could. You pulled the off center brick out and the keys fall to the floor.
John is jolted awake to a bucket of water being thrown onto him. "Wake up sunshine, today's the day you die" the man they called Mr.Bird chuckled. A timid girl, no more than 8 years old hands him a knife. The man pats her head, John doesnt miss the way she flinched away from him. "Good job Robin, you may go now." She doesn't move fast enough, this makes the man angry, she was too slow and weak to avoid the crushing blow of his fist. She cries out and falls to her knees apologizing profusely. Her cries are cut short when Mr. Bird swings the knife, expertly, cutting her throat open. The blood spatter hits John in the the face.
"You fucking bastard, Im going to kill you" John grunts through bloody, gritted teeth. Mr. Bird laughs at that, raising the knife so the point is on Johns bare throat.
"Oh Mr. Porter, you're clearly unaware of the danger youre in. Oh bother, I was going to wait until my little Dove was here so i could fuck her in front of you before I kill you both but I would much rather see her face when she walks in to her lover dead. Plus Ive never been an exhibitionist myself" he smiles, showing rotted, crooked teeth.
"If you touch her I will rip your eyes out and make you eat them" John growls. If anyone ever hurt you he would kill them. If anyone even so much as looked at you funny, they would die. That makes Mr.Bird laugh, he crouched down in front of John leaning too close to his face, breath practically melting the skin off of Johns nose.
"I killed her brother in front her and now Im going to enjoy killing the only man she has ever loved" Johns blood boils at that and when the man opened his mouth to laugh again John headbutts him and spits in his mouth. This earned a hard punch to the jaw, barely missing the sweet spot
"Im going to make sure she never loves again" the man seethed.
Johns breath catches in his throat. He was so angry he didnt realize What Mr.Bird was saying. What did this psycho mean by that? How would he know? Sure Im head over heels in love with (Y/N) but she doesnt feel the same. Does she? Neither John nor Bird heard the locks on the door disengaging. "Alright, ive had my fun Mr.Porter, its time to die". John closes his eyes in preparation for death only for it not to come. When he opened his eyes Mr.Bird had a knife in his chest. Then he saw you, pupils dilated, chest heaving, blood covering every inch of your body. He smiles, he knew you would come.
You're slowly and quietly unlocking every deadbolt on that God forsaken door. The anticipation growing more unbearable by the second. Click the final lock is disengaged and the door pops open. You hear him, the monster who made you hate yourself. The monster who branded you and made you his personal pet. Your mind doesn't register what is being said as you brandish your Katana. It goes through the bastards hollow chest like a hot knife through butter. "Got you bitch." You whisper in his ear, you smile when you hear the last breath come out of his body. You made sure to bury your blade deep into his skull, making sure he stays dead this time. You turn your head and see him, John Porter bloody and beaten. You cut him loose and his arms are around you in an instant. "John Im so sorry, I-" The blood flowing out of your leg like a steady stream is now forcing your vision to go in and out. Its now or never (y/n). You take a deep breath, "John I lo-" everything goes dark.
*Time skip to hospital*
John breathes a sigh of relief as he stares at the monitor, youre stable. You lost so much blood that he didnt know whether or not you would make it. He cringes at the memory of carrying you into the hospital, both of you slick with blood. 3 security officers had to subdue him when they took you away to emergency surgery. He was pretty beaten up but its been a month now, his wounds have long been forgotten. He spent every waking moment in your room, refusing to leave. Even Alex came to check on both of you and force her father to eat. The nurses let him use the shower thats in your hospital room so he doesn't smell. He managed to convince the nurses to let him slide onto the bed with you. They got tired of his persistence and he was doing it whether they wanted him to or not. He has your head on his chest, his arms are wrapped tightly around you, face buried in your (h/l) (h/c) hair. He feels you shift, he would have gotten excited but you've been like this for a almost a month. Almost a comatose state, he hasnt lost hope but he can't stand the waiting. "I love you (Y/N), I would give anything to tell you while you're awake. Please sweetheart, wake up." He leaves a gentle kiss on your temple, a startled gasp leaving his lips as you shoot forward with a yell.
Beep beep your eyes flutter open at the sound of hospital equipment. Your eyes flicker over the screen, Hey at least my vitals are good. Wait. Your head is on something firm yet very comfortable and whats that sound? Its a steady, strong heartbeat, a familiar scent hits your nostrils and You recognize it immediately. John. Your eyes widen and you lurch forward, your actions cause an involuntary hiss of pain. You look at your right thigh that was slung across your other one. It looks like it had to be cauterized and stapled shut. You gently go to touch it when suddenly a pair of arms are around you and a deep, soothing voice is in your ear. "Shh, Its okay (Y/N). You're safe. I got you." Your eyes widen, you turn your head and are greeted with two blue orbs full of concern and...love? John. You breath a sigh of relief and bury your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. Your heart starts to tighten and goosebumps appear on every. Single. Area his hands touch as he rubs your back and arms, he missed you too.
"John, were safe? Wait, ho-" you're interrupted with a gentle hand behind your head and soft, slightly chapped lips on your own. You respond immediately finding purchase in his thick dark locks. He smiles into the kiss and breaks it off with a chuckle. "I love you too (Y/N)." You look at him incredulously. Irritated with how hot your face feels, and that stupid look on his face.
"I never said that!" You playfully glare at him. Then your eyes widen "John Porter did you drive my motorcycle?!" Your brow furrows as you try to figure out how he knew the pin to your bike. He leans in as if hes going to kiss you but instead he whispers against your pursed lips.
"You didn't have to and yes the fuck I did. It was absolutely magical. Oh yeah, your pin is my birthday, i knew you loved me" he winks.
Theres that fucking smirk. Before you can open your mouth to protest his lips are on yours again. Now it was your turn to smile into the kiss, mumbling an I love you against his lips. He responds with both of his hands on the side of your face pulling you closer. Your arms wind around his neck, when you reluctantly pull apart the smile he gives you drives you crazy. Somehow you ended up carefully sat in his lap, leaning back into his chest as the nurses give you weird looks. Johns arms never leave your waist until the doctor comes in to tell you youre free to go home. He helps you get up and get dressed, grabbing your belongings and discharge papers you look over at John who has your keys in hand. "You coming home with me porter?" You tease, flashing him your own cheeky smile causing him to flush a deep red. As youre riding home on the back of your own bike, holding tight to the only man you trust you smile. Love isnt so bad, you think to yourself resting your head against his back before closing your eyes and getting lost in all that is John Porter.
@daisy-picking-lady @moony-artnstuff @fizzyxcustard
May I request a yandere porter geiss from the Monster High Haunted movie?
Oh, no need to specify. I knew who you were talking about, and I've done my fav before...
Hey friends! I havent written ANYTHING since I was 18 years old. Which is a long time ago lets just say. Its a John Porter x Reader fic. Im gonna post the whole story later today but heres a sneak peak 😈
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Ring.
"(Y/l/n)". You hear a snicker and immediately your eyes roll.
"What are you wearing?" You can practically HEAR his lips curl up into his famous smirk
"John Porter, do you have anything USEFUL to say to me? Or did you just call to annoy me when im busy?" Hes such a nuisance, you think to yourself. He chuckles, goosebumps involuntarily form all over your body at the deep rumble.
"You know you miss me sweet cheeks" You scoff. wow. His ego never ceases to amaze you.
"Itll be a cold day in hell of I ever mi-" youre cut off by sounds of a struggle."John?" No answer, your heart starts pounding. "JOHN?! ITS NOT FUNNY, JOHN!" you hear someone pick up the phone "Jo-" you start.
"Come and get him little dove" the blood drains from your face. No, it cant be.
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I hope that made you want to read more. I also want to thank @daisy-picking-lady. And @fizzyxcustard. For the support and motivation to write this story.