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Blake Belladonna x Male!Reader Vol. 1 Ep. 1

Beacon Academy, one of the prestigious academies across all of Remnant. Many backgrounds and characters all gather at such Huntsmen academies for many reasons, all different depending on who you ask. Fame, glory, pursuit of strength, or a dream…these are not even the tip of the iceberg of reasons why people join at Huntsmen academies. Before our story goes as planned, why don’t we meet our cast of characters in this thread of fate?
Still en route to Beacon was a bullhead bearing the Schnee family symbol. Not counting the bags of luggage and pilots, there were two people being flown to Beacon. One was a female and the other was a male, dressed in all white attire. The female had her long, white hair wrapped up in a ponytail with a bang protruding as a result of being tied up too quickly. She wore a jacket over her dress and boots up to her knees matching the same shade of white. The male wore a white suit jacket and snow leopard printed s
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Persona 5 Harem x Male!Reader - Chapter 1

Arbiter of the Damned, Warden of the Underworld
Suguru Kamoshida; former Olympian gold medalist, turned abuser and sexual predator. Those are some of the headlines that came out when Kamoshida had come clean about all the misdeeds he had done. Personally, some people never had to suffer at the hands of Kamoshida's abuse. Maybe because they weren't on the volleyball team, they weren't sexy or attractive in Kamoshida's eyes, or they were too weak to be picked on. One of these people that was considered too weak to be an effort to pick on was a first-year by the name of Y/n L/n.
Considering he was a first-year at Shujin, Kamoshida didn't particularly have any interest in the boy. Maybe a major factor in the reason Kamoshida didn't pick on him was that fact that Y/n was considered legally blind. When Y/n had come into this world, the doctors had told his mother that because Y/n had been born prematurely, his eyes were the la
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Literature
Male!Reader vs. Issei Hyoudou - Divine Uprising

(Instead of filling my search history by looking up a photo of Issei, you get Chernobog because BYLAT)
The talk of marriage between Rias and Issei echoed volumes across the world of demons and gods. Such is the case with Chernobog, Lord of Darkness. Chernobog is evil incarnate. He takes and takes and is never satiated with what he takes. Instead of taking whatever offerings and more petty mortals would try and give to him to satisfy his own tastes, he decided that he decided to take something that finally would satisfy his own desires. At least, one of his own desires and that desire can only be satiated by the Gremory family.
Chernobog and the Gremory family have had encounters before, usually ending in a servant or two of the Gremories being killed to satiate Chernobog's wants and needs to save themselves from the wrath of the Black God. However, one action that Chernobog had took had made him the enemy of the Gremory family and hated in his eyes,
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One Hell of an Assassin - American Nightmare Ch. 1

~Classified Location~
Y/n: Can I get my phone call? I want my phone call.
Somewhere in the world, Y/n had been sitting in a room for God knows how long. He was still wearing his all black suit, but it was covered in muck, blood, and scum. Y/n was sitting in an interrogation room with his wrists cuffed to the table. As if someone was tired of Y/n's complaining, someone entered the room with a manila folder with his name labeled on it as the folder was gently set in front of him by the womanly figure in front of him.
Y/n: Hey, can I get my phone call?
Serious female voice: You're not being arrested, Mr. L/n.
Y/n: What the hell of the cuffs for?
Serious female voice: We here at S.H.I.E.L.D. do not know the full extent of your powers, if you even have any.
Y/n: S.H.I.E.L.D.? Oh hell, what did I do to piss off you spooks?
Serious female voice: You didn't piss us off. We're just interested. I'll go through your information and you tell me if t
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Marvel Comics x M!Reader - One Hell of an Assassin


The Wake-Up Call
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*
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*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

~Manhattan, New York~
In the narrow building landscape of Manhattan lies an apartment complex where the middle class congregate together. As history shows, that apartment complex was once a tenement building, a building meant for people that were once called “aliens”… “immigrants”. Today, it’s purpose is now for people who are in the lower middle-class, yet one resident stands out from the rest. His room in the complex is one that he keeps tidy, neat…organized. At five o’clock in the morning, he had a rude awakening with the sound of his ringtone.
Y/n: Yellow? (Oh jeez, I’m starting to say it now)…*sits up in bed* listen here, I was being firm when I made that decision two years ago. I don’t make plans on coming back, you hear? …As long as he’
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Yukari Takeba x Male!Reader - Only You

~Dorm 2ND floor~
~Evening~
As spring ushered in the day of summer uniforms being allowed to be worn now, it also brought with it something new and exciting that students love to look forward to.
Junpei: Aw yeah, the culture festival is only a couple of weeks away!
Yukari: Don’t remind me…
Fuuka: What’s wrong Yukari-chan? Usually people look forward to the culture festival.
Yukari: Don’t get me wrong, I am happy that this culture festival is happening so soon. The problem is, I drew the shortest stick in Archery club and now I have to wear a maid outfit.
Junpei: You? In a maid outfit?
Kotone: Are you going to talk like a maid too?
Yukari: Most likely, or it won’t feel as authentic.
Junpei: This culture festival is going to be a whole lot better! You’re going to have to call me master!
Yukari: The only thing I’m going to call is an ambulance for you!
Familiar voice: What are you guys talking about
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Persona 5 x Male!Reader - Rebel Heart

When Futaba had kept her end of the deal and dealt with the “threat” that the hacker group, Medjed, claimed to do by the 21st of August, it left the Phantom Thieves with much to do since it was summer vacation for them still.
Instead of celebrating their success and introduction with their newest member, the recluse Futaba, it would change with one broadcast at Café Leblanc.
Ryuji: We still got a lot of our summer vacation, so what are we going to do?
Ann: I was thinking about going to the beach, but I don’t want to leave Futaba-chan all by herself.
Yusuke: And it doesn’t seem she is going to come out of her house or her room for that matter.
Makoto: Hmm…what to do…
Male news anchor: And now, back from a two-year hiatus is Y/n L/n, the youngest aerospace engineer ever to live.
The broadcast then switched over to a large room with many bystanders and military personnel watching with suspense as a h
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Elizabeth x Male!Reader - Only You

After school was over and you had given your buttons to your closest friends not in SEES, you decided it was time to head on to Hagakure for dinner, placing your hands in your pockets. Something was off when you placed your hands in your pockets though. Actually, that something worried you. Your collar button was missing!
“Where did it go?!” you thought to yourself. “I never gave it to anyone, I would’ve remembered!” It was too late to turn back and go check Gekkoukan, for you had already arrived at the strip mall and tomorrow would be Sunday. Making a mental note to retrace your steps Monday, you called yourself down and headed to Hagakure and try their house special.
~Evening~
In the lounge of the dorm room, you were chilling out with Koromaru and Shinjiro, while everyone else was still out and probably making their way back. Why were you back earlier than everyone else? To be Shinjiro’s taste tester
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Chihiro Fushimi x Male!Reader - Only You

As the season of Spring rolled it’s head around the corner, came time for one of Japan’s national pastimes: cherry tree watching. With the frigid winds of winter gone cane the nice cool breeze of spring and the sun once again showed itself, so that plant life nay grow again.
This was important to know because when you walked through those doors into Gekkoukan High, girls immediately swarmed you. You weren’t Akihiko popular, but enough to have your own cheer squad.
Y/n: Woah, woah, woah! One at a time please!
Fangirl #1: Y/n-senpai, are you free this Sunday?
Fangirl #2: Hey! I was going to ask him that!
Fangirl #1: You’re too slow!
Y/n: I don’t know. I’d have to check with someone first. Problem is, I won’t see them until either the end of the day or lunch break.
Fangirls: We’ll wait!
Y/n: *mumbling* Really hope you don’t…
~After School~
You had tried to reach her during the lunc
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Literature
The Morrigan x Male!Reader - 600 Watcher Special

600 Watcher Special: The Morrigan x Male!Reader - Illusions of the Ideal Dream
The Ulster Cycle of Celtic Mythology of Ireland holds many great tales, mostly those centering itself around the life and death of Setanta, more famously known as Cú Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster. The Ulster Cycle, like many other books containing myths, also had some side stories one can read if they so choose. One of these lesser-known myths is the story of the love between Y/n L/n, who would later slay the Fomorians and their demonic king Bálor, and The Morrigan, Phantom Queen.
Before Y/n would be more famously known, maybe just as famous as his friend Cú Chulainn, for slaying the Fomorians, he was more recognized for his myth with his love for The Morrigan. During your average, run-of-the-mill day in Ireland, a small village had a bustling community, even if it was a small one, and coming out of one of the sma
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Bellona x Male!Reader - Our Game of War

As the Roman Republic was making its slow, yet noticeable transition into the Roman Empire as Augustus, known then as Caesar Octavian or just Octavian, was waging war against his own Triumvirate partner Marc Antony, who held Egyptian, Persian, and Greek areas. However, there was a slight obstacle in the path of Caesar Octavian and that would be a familiar foe against someone named Caesar: Pompey. Julius Caesar had Pompey the now headless and Caesar Octavian deals with Sextus Pompey, who had control of the island of now Sicily and the seas surrounding it, leaving Caesar Octavian unable to have a navy to surpass Egypt’s.
When everyone else was asleep in Rome, Caesar Octavian met with his two most trusted men to help him in both the war games and in the political landscape: General Agrippa and Senator Y/n.
Caesar Octavian: This Pompey is going to be the death of us, the death of all of Rome! If our navy doesn’t become gods on th
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Princess Kaguya x Male!Reader - Met by Moonlight

Japan has many folktales where romance doesn’t always happen or work out in the end for the two star-crossed lovers. An example of this would be between Princess Kaguya and peasant farmer Y/n. Get comfortable for, I shall tell you a tale of the life of Kaguya-hime.
Princess Kaguya was not born like any other girl. Like Momotaro, she was born from something other than a mother’s womb. Found inside a bamboo stalk by childless bamboo cutter Taketori no Okina, the old man did not who exactly Kaguya belonged to, so the best solution for the infant future princess was to raise her has his own.
Although Taketori no Okina saw it difficult to raise a child in such poor conditions that he and his wife lived in, their wishes would been soon answered by the gods themselves. For every bamboo stalk Taketori no Okina would cut, a gold nugget would come out in his view. Taketori no Okina would soon cut enough bamboo to buy an entire palace and then some
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Persona 3 x Male!Reader - Only You

Third Person POV
The dorm building that belonged to SEES in Gekkoukan High School was one that certainly didn’t lack any sort of character, as there was so many interesting people inside the building that you could easily tell who is who from describing them alone.
As the high school students that resided in the dorm building, excluding Shinjiro, prepared for the school day ahead, they noticed that a certain someone was missing.
Yukari: Hey, where is L/n-senpai? It’s not like him to miss out on school due to a little cold.
Junpei: Uhhh, have you forgotten that he wore shorts…during the winter?! When it was snowing?!
Yukari: Yeah, but he didn’t get the sniffles! Not even once!
Junpei: Wish I had a strong immune system like that…
Like everyone else who lived at the dorm building, you are also a Persona user and one of the more experienced ones. Your Persona, Achilles, is one of the stronger innate personas out there. Resi
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Amaterasu x Male!Reader - The Sun and the Sky

In the land of Ancient Japan, where the Shinto gods and goddesses freely traversed the magical realms and the mortal planes of existence, a god or goddess' influence was depended upon the people's faith in them. Such is the case with the mighty and ever beautiful goddess known as Amaterasu, The Shining Light on the Land of the Rising Sun. Universally beloved by all of the mortals of Japan, she was worshiped alongside another: The Lord of the Heavenly Skies, Y/n. In combination with one another, Amaterasu and Y/n work in tandem to bring about a day of good fortune among people, but another, more important purpose for their roles is to keep the demons from Yomi at bay from killing citizens.
On one fateful day, as Y/n was watching the citizens going about their day and admiring their efforts in his mortal disguise, he suddenly saw the sky darken and turn black as the moon and the stars appeared, yet it wasn't time for Amaterasu to descend a
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Pyrrha Nikos x Male!Reader - Hero of Pyrrha Nikos

I see that you have arrived, fair traveler! Come and grab a seat by the fire and let me tell you of a tale of a true hero. A hero, unlike the ones you read in fiction that fly around, capes and all. No, for this hero is just like you, young one. This hero was a Huntsman through and through!
How about I tell you the tale of the Hero of Beacon Academy, Y/n L/n?
“Greatness comes from small beginnings”. This phrase applies to most, if not everyone that has ever existed in the world of Remnant. Not Y/n, however. Y/n was born from the Grimm Queen Salem, born from her womb and not out of mere creation like the other creatures that spawn from the depths of tartarus, Y/n did not possess the traits of his mother, but rather of his father. Long and fair (h/c) hair that rested on his shoulders and flowed behind him parallel to his back and (s/t) so radiant, you would think you were staring at the sun itself, blinded by true beauty. With his Grimm
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Agnes Joubert x Male!Reader - A Normal Day's Work

Y/n POV
Y/n L/n: 25, Geneticist, Hero.
Well, most people don't know about that last one though and I should update that title to "former geneticist" because after my "origin story", I turned to being a Hero as my main source of income. Oh, what's this? You want to hear my origin story of how I became a N.E.X.T? It's a stupid one, I'll tell you that. It can be basically boiled down to a stupid bet between me and a former co-worker to see if I could alter my genetics to make me a N.E.X.T. Obviously, it worked and I became $100 richer. Sucked to be him on that day.
I didn’t decide on my Hero name myself, but a lot of people have taken to call me “Spider-Man” and it just stuck. Like, just because I have powers like a spider doesn’t mean you can just slap that on me and just call it “all in a day’s work”. Well, it’s not all bad, you got Dragon Kid and we just need someone to have “woman
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Currently going through Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 1 and 2 for possible insert material. If not, well, I played some good ass games.
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Beacon Academy, one of the prestigious academies across all of Remnant. Many backgrounds and characters all gather at such Huntsmen academies for many reasons, all different depending on who you ask. Fame, glory, pursuit of strength, or a dream…these are not even the tip of the iceberg of reasons why people join at Huntsmen academies. Before our story goes as planned, why don’t we meet our cast of characters in this thread of fate?

Still en route to Beacon was a bullhead bearing the Schnee family symbol. Not counting the bags of luggage and pilots, there were two people being flown to Beacon. One was a female and the other was a male, dressed in all white attire. The female had her long, white hair wrapped up in a ponytail with a bang protruding as a result of being tied up too quickly. She wore a jacket over her dress and boots up to her knees matching the same shade of white. The male wore a white suit jacket and snow leopard printed shirt with white gloves. To match the formal attire, he wore a white leather belt and shoes to match. His tailored white suit pants weren’t tight enough to limit his running room, yet still very fashionable. Unlike his sister, who had a vertical scar on her eye, he wore thin rimmed white glasses.

Schnee male: Yes father…no, we’re not there yet… yes, I know…I know…I’ll call you when I get situated. Goodbye. *BEEP*

The male possessed a deep, yet sophisticated posh voice that could sooth you to sleep. A voice like his possess wisdom, knowledge, and expectations.

Schnee female: I don’t need you to babysit me here Warren.

Warren: I wouldn’t be here if you’d only listen to father, Weiss. If you told me that you were disobeying him, I would’ve concocted a half-truth for him.

Warren Schnee is the second oldest Schnee sibling, the oldest belongs to Winter, yet he is the next heir in line for the Schnee family fortune. However, Jacques Schnee, the current possessor of the Schnee Dust Company, hates his son and all that he stands for. For all he’s concerned with, Warren will never have his ass in the top dog seat.

Despite being born on the same day as Warren, Weiss is considered the youngest twin due to her coming out of her mother’s womb second. She tries to please her father, even though she hates everything he stands for, she has shown a rebellious side by going to Beacon instead of Atlas like Winter. Because of this rebellious streak, Warren is there to act as their father’s eyes and ears, making them both suffer.

Pilot: We’re nearing Beacon.

Before coming close to Beacon, Warren took out a small, circular container and opened it up to reveal pills inside. As he placed two in his gloved hand and swallowed, Weiss had her interest piqued as her older brother placed the container back inside his suit pocket and drank from his bottle of water.

Weiss: Stressed out about going to a Huntsmen academy?

Y/n: Quite the comedian, little sister. I’m only stressed out about new people. In business, meeting new people is no problem, despite some of the ridiculous practices some preach. However, since this is a Huntsmen academy, I expect the worse because the better won’t come.

Over on the main grounds of Beacon, there was always a huge commodity going around about friends or couples meeting each other again after what, to them, seemed like an eternity, there was another gathering, yet it wasn't the "I haven't seen you in forever" meeting, rather it was one where hormones ran wild. Men gathered around a woman whose back-length blonde hair was braided into a single, long pony tail. Her green, emerald eyes radiated this happy, vibrant glow as she was showing off her muscles to the boys that crowded her. However, she wasn't happy for the attention, she was happy at the thought of fighting people. A woman born for battle, a sword-sister by proper terms. Her name is Alruna Aberdeen. Her body is either marked by scars that have healed or her skin is marked by black war paint. To show off her strength, she wields a sword taller than her by 10" and four times her weight and with such a heavy sword, muscles were bound to be developed. She takes great strides in maintaining her body, eating healthy, exercising, and all that in between. Despite being ready to take on all comers, her battle gear is lacking. Her only body armor is black cloth wrapped around her breasts to keep them in place and cloth wraps around both of her hands and forearms. Her pants and boots look like they are together due to the nature of the armor on her pants and boots' intricate design of runes and images.

The complete opposite of Alruna was her cousin, Rhiannon Reykjavik. While Alruna was the more outgoing and loudmouthed of the two, Rhiannon was the foil to Alruna, both in personality and in physical features. Rhiannon never bothered to wear the war paint, due to the gear she was wearing. She wore a red tunic underneath a vest made from a Beowulf and armor made from the bone of various Grimm species. The red tunic had gold details of runes and images and one sleeve had been cut off to show the ink of a wolf eating a sun instead of war paint. On her back was her bow and quiver filled with mistletoe barbed arrows. Quite a duo Rhiannon and Alruna make.

Of course, how could I forget one more person? As the distinct sound of shifting metal can be heard, a (*kratos voice*) boy dressed in his gear walked through the various crowds of Beacon as he heard the sounds of cheer and everything else. While looking at other people reveling in their happiness, Alruna and Rhiannon included, he began to walk through the main building of Beacon. While looking around, he accidentally bumped into someone and saw that he bumped into and knocked over a girl wearing a red and black dress, cape and hood attached to said dress.

Male Knight: Oh, I'm sorry. I dozed off wandering.

Small Female: Oh, it's fine. I was doing a bit of dozing off myself. *stands up and dusts herself off*

Male Knight: Hopefully, our dozing off stops here. *sticks hand out* I'm Y/n. Y/n L/n.

Small Female: *shakes Y/n's hand* I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose. *looks at your sword* Ooooh, what's that do~?

Y/n: I was planning on doing a bit of a warm-up later instead of attending the introduction speech. I found this nice plot of land to do it, so if you want to join me, you're more than welcome.

Ruby: Mmmm...I'll think about it. In the meantime, wanna look around the place together?

Y/n: I see no reason not to.

The two then began to wander the place, noting down any significant landmarks or oddities and naming the rooms they encounter. While wandering, Ruby has been eyeing Y/n's outfit with significant interest. The coat he was wearing looked like a fusion between the coat itself and armor, with a side cape coming out of where the tricep and shoulder meet. The cape had been colored a shade of light blue with the edges of the cape being colored silver in a distinct pattern of vines, the usual sign of class. However, there was no coat of arms of where it should be placed on the cape, dead center, instead there was nothing there. Almost as if he was waiting for something. There was also no sign of any sheath for the sword he held in his black leather gloved hand. No sheath on the hip or back, so Ruby thought he preferred to open carry the sword and have it at the ready at all times.

Ruby: Y/n, you got family here?

Y/n: Got a cousin, haven't seen 'em yet. You?

Ruby: Sister. Although, she's off talking to her friends while I'm here with you. I'm sorry if it sounds like an insult.

Y/n: It's fine. Technically, I left my--

???: Cousin!

Running up to Y/n and engulfing his lower torso in a hug was a blonde haired knight by the name of Jaune Arc. Y/n and Jaune aren't as close as Jaune would like, so coming to Beacon with the chance of hanging out with him would bring them closer together. That, and hopefully have some skill rub off on Jaune.

Y/n: Oh, hello Jaune. Sorry for not finding you earlier.

Jaune: It's fine, I'm sure the waves of people shifted you about. *looks at Ruby* Who's she?

Y/n: She's Ruby, a girl I knocked into accidentally.

Ruby: Nothing was hurt.

Y/n: You two can get to know each other, I got to get my limbs warmed up. *walks away*

Jaune: But I just got here!

Y/n: *distant voice* We got four years.

After going outside, Y/n had found a cliff overlooking the Emerald Forest as he was shadow fighting, practicing an offensive-defensive technique. What was special about the coat that Y/n wears is that it could form a knight's closed helm with a red horsehair ponytail protruding from top of the helm. The helm had a glass visor that changed to match the color of the coat and cape, right now its color is blue, yet could change color depending if Y/n wants to or to match the situation.

While practicing, Y/n heard the sound of footsteps behind him and made the helm disappear and turn behind him to see a figure dressed in white formal attire, daggers strapped to his thighs vertically. Like everyone in Beacon, people knew about the Schnees and Y/n was no different, he was just surprised to see someone like Warren, as serious about business as he is, interested in being a Huntsman.

Y/n: Can I help you?

Warren: Stop bullying the air, it can't fight back.

Y/n: Are you suggesting that you and I spar?

Warren: Maybe. Only if you're offering. However, if you are a noble and valorous Huntsman, refusing my challenge means that I've won in your mind.

Y/n: Sure. I won't hold back on royalty though. *helm reforms and glows red*

Placing both hands on his sword, Y/n then turned the handle as a loud engine roar blared through the silence as the blade of his sword lit on fire, yet the flame produced small embers that rained off of the blade and the flame looked like it was out of control. Because of the unstable, yet stable fire dust used in the construction of the blade, Y/n had decided to name his sword Summer's Solstice. After giving his glasses a quick wipe, Warren pulled out his daggers. Like Summer's Solstice, Warren's daggers, Serquet's Sting, had something done with the blades to give them an edge. Y/n could clearly see a liquid dripping off of the blades and Warren was ready for combat, as that liquid dissolved the grass into nothingness.

Y/n: Acid? Should I be concerned?

Warren: It's the poison you should worry about. If you get infected, I have an antidote.

Y/n: Well, let's see if it gets through the armor before I start to worry about getting infected.

Warren: Fair enough. I'll go whenever you go.

Y/n: No, no, no. You're the leading lady.

Warren: Knob.

Despite that insult, Warren was the one to make the first move as he lunged at the knight with a flaming sword, hitting the armor of his right arm, yet dissolving it and stopping when skin was shown as Y/n booted Warren away as he was in amazement of how the acid stopped dissolving the armor.

Y/n: Impressive. *acid burned hole reforms* Too bad my suit uses nanotech.

Warren: Nanotech...impressive and unexpected. It'll be harder to hurt you than anticipated.

Y/n: Hey, you're no slouch yourself. For a Schnee, you sure are good at combat.

Warren: I toppled my older sister. Not without its own breed of problems, but I managed.

Warren then lunges forward once again as he feints a horizontal strike and dives back, throwing one of his daggers at Y/n's head as Y/n managed to pull up Summer's Solstice up to block his face, having the dagger bounce off and land near Y/n's feet.

Warren: Stop being a turtle and come out of your shell!

Y/n: Gladly!

As Y/n charged Warren this time, Y/n pulled Ragnarok in different directions, splitting the greatsword into two, flaming straight swords as Warren recalled his lost dagger back to his hands as they both prepared to clash blades with one another. As Ragnarok and Serquet's Sting clashed, the acidic poison evaporated into the air as it met the flames that burned hotter than molten lava as the two future Huntsmen pushed against one another in a test of strength. The two then backed off each other as the flame of Ragnarok died as Y/n formed the greatsword again and Serquet's Sting was sheathed as Warren and Y/n gripped each other's forearms and shook, showing an old-fashioned sign of respect.

Warren: Let's call this a draw, for now.

Y/n: A draw? I can live with that.

Warren: Hopefully, we'll be partners. If not, then I'll hope for the same team.

Y/n: I don't know about you, but I think a shower is needed.

Warren: Indeed. Let's find the others.

~Evening~

After a shower and change of clothes, Y/n and Warren went their separate ways as Y/n tried to find a place to lie down and sleep for the night. He didn't have a sleeping bag, per se, just a towel to sleep on. After looking around a bit, he found a spot that looked good for a towel to be set down. He did see someone there, although it wouldn't take much, just a bit of talking. After walking a bit closer to the spot, he saw that the spot he deemed good for his towel was kept lit by a single candle, used by the girl dressed in a black evening gown as she was reading a book.

Y/n: Umm...are you sleeping here? Or...anyone, for that matter?

Girl: No, go ahead.

He then set down his black towel across the floor and laid down on it, his hands put together to act as his pillow. This behavior didn't go unnoticed as the girl who was reading the book couldn't keep darting her amber eyes at him, breaking her concentration from reading.

Girl: Do you need a pillow? A blanket, maybe?

Y/n: No, I'm fine like this. I was...used to it, you could say.

Girl: *places bookmark between pages and sets it down on the table* No one is used to this kind of behavior.

Y/n: Look, *sits up, cross legged* all families are different. My cousin's family and my family work on traditions and hand-me-downs. I'm not sure what my cousin went through, but my family prepared me to handle the weapon I brought with me. Now, I don't know if your family ever prepped you for something greater, but mine have.

Girl: And what is this "greater purpose"?

Y/n: My family explained it that my purpose was to be the "Sword for the Summer Maiden".

Girl: Maidens? Really? I hate to tell you this, but your family is crazy. The Maidens are just a tale parents tell their children.

Y/n: But what I saw was real.

Girl: Then...I don't know what to tell you. You're probably delirious.

Y/n: But, I'm telling you; what I saw, what I felt, that was all real.

Not hearing another word, she blew out the candle and carefully navigated around the sleeping people as Y/n laid down and closed his eyes, leaving himself to his thoughts.

Y/n: (Besides, I know your secret.)
Blake Belladonna x Male!Reader Vol. 1 Ep. 1
I never seem satisfied with what I write, which results in this series getting re-written many of times. Hopefully, I like these OCs and you do too.

This is why I don't like myself on some days.
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Wallhaven-485859 by popdood

Arbiter of the Damned, Warden of the Underworld


Suguru Kamoshida; former Olympian gold medalist, turned abuser and sexual predator. Those are some of the headlines that came out when Kamoshida had come clean about all the misdeeds he had done. Personally, some people never had to suffer at the hands of Kamoshida's abuse. Maybe because they weren't on the volleyball team, they weren't sexy or attractive in Kamoshida's eyes, or they were too weak to be picked on. One of these people that was considered too weak to be an effort to pick on was a first-year by the name of Y/n L/n.

Considering he was a first-year at Shujin, Kamoshida didn't particularly have any interest in the boy. Maybe a major factor in the reason Kamoshida didn't pick on him was that fact that Y/n was considered legally blind. When Y/n had come into this world, the doctors had told his mother that because Y/n had been born prematurely, his eyes were the last thing to be developed. As Y/n grew older, his eyes began to naturally develop alongside him, yet the damage had been done and his vision could never be restored. His eyes have cataracts along with his born iris color of (e/c), yet that color was very miniscule.

He was a blind man, no doubt about that, yet his hearing and his other senses got a boost because of a loss of one of his senses. Why did I specify that his hearing was boosted? Well, he heard a detail that struck a chord inside him. A detail that seemed pretty out of the ordinary. A detail that came from a certain blonde delinquent loud-mouth.

Ryuji: So, who's our next target?

Ann: Ever thought about piping down Ryuji? We're kind of out in the open.

Ryuji: No one's going to hear us. If someone did, they wouldn't think that we're the Phantom Thieves.

There was this awkward silence that Y/n couldn't exactly place on the tip of his tongue quite yet. It was off-putting, to say the least. "Why is there an awkward pause?" Y/n thought to himself. "They're still there, I can hear them breathing. Why is no one saying anything? No one brought out their phone. They aren't walking. What are these guys doing?"

Ryuji: Mementos? What's that?

There was another awkward pause and Y/n stood straight up and walked over to where the alleged Phantom Thieves were and tried to see if they were still there because their breathing suddenly ceased to be a thing. "Gone? That fast? No way. Something is up and I'll get to the bottom of this. One way or another, the people I overheard were the Phantom Thieves I've heard about in school!"

Calling his dog, Kerberos, over to him, Y/n had Kerberos guide him home to parents that worked harder than any parents should ever do. For three days, Y/n had studied their movements and knew exactly where they headed to at all times. He remembered the name of the place they traveled to when he was eavesdropping on them and on one day, Y/n thought it would be best to finally confront them about it. Because he gets to leave for the day early, Y/n thought it would be best to go to the roof and meet them there.

Y/n sat on one of the desks and waited it out. He'd give them 30 minutes before heading home. That gives someone plenty of time to make it from wherever they are to the roof. As predicted, Y/n heard the door open and three pairs of feet walked up to him.

Ryuji: Uh...hi? What are you doing here?

Y/n: I've been keeping an ear to the ground and kept a close eye on you three. With the movement you three have been making, the reputations you three have, and the talks you three have amongst yourselves. I know that you three are Phantom Thieves.

Ann: What? That's completely not true!

Y/n: You're right. The number is wrong, but the accusations I'm making is true. There's another one among you, a fourth. I didn't believe it when I was putting the dots together, but the fourth member is the cat in Akira's bag.

There was another awkward pause as Y/n tried and focused in on the cat's meow and heard an anomaly within the cat's voice. It wasn't your standard meow, it was an actual human voice.

Morgana: What?! Oh crap! He's figured us out! Quick, say something!

Akira: Have you got any proof? Can't exactly accuse someone of being a Phantom Thief without having hard evidence.

Y/n: While it is true that I lack any evidence, anyone can figure it out. Besides, why would you come here to the roof, where no one is allowed to go? Shady activities, perhaps?

Ryuji: Geez, you're really nosy for a first-year...

Y/n: *stands up straight* Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Lips are shut and all that. Besides, *points at his eyes* it's not like I can see any evil.

As Y/n began to make his way down the roof, the stress that was on the Phantom Thieves' shoulders were then released as Morgana hopped out of the bag and looked at his human compatriots as even he sighed in relief.

Morgana: He had us wrapped around his finger! He could he figure us out so quickly?!

Ann: He's a perceptive one...bad choice of words...

Ryuji: Are we ignoring the fact that this guy has been watching us?

Morgana: It doesn't matter now! This guy, he has us figured out. He knows that we're Phantom Thieves and worst of all, he knows about me and probably knows that I can talk!

Ann: Doesn't that make him a Persona user like us?

Morgana: We can't say for sure until we see for ourselves, but it's a high possibility that he is one.

~Present Day~
~Location Unknown~

Sae: Time and time again, the Phantom Thieves have been able to evade police detection, almost like you knew they were coming, even when they try their hardest to find you. I suspect that you had an inside man. Someone working within the police force to feed you the movements of the police force. Someone smart enough to know how people work, make them tick, observe their actions and know how to have them by a leash. If he asked you to jump, he'd know how to phrase it in a way to where you'd jump, no questions asked. Am I correct?

~Flashback~

In old legends, blind people were revered as prophets and oracles. Many believe that the tradeoff for being blind is the gift the gods blessed upon them; future sight. They can peer into the lives of people, see through time and any events that have yet to transpire. Y/n may not know it yet, but he would soon be a valuable ally to the Phantom Thieves. Both in knowledge and in combat.

The Arbiter of the Damned and the Warden of the Underworld would judge those fated to be guilty and take their hearts, so that he may rewrite the doomed fate of society.
Persona 5 Harem x Male!Reader - Chapter 1
So...you're blind now in my rewrite.

I want to take a Persona from the game and make it the reader's, but are y'all fine with me...reworking that Persona to make it unique?
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Smite-cherno-epl-515-860x280 by popdood
(Instead of filling my search history by looking up a photo of Issei, you get Chernobog because BYLAT)


The talk of marriage between Rias and Issei echoed volumes across the world of demons and gods. Such is the case with Chernobog, Lord of Darkness. Chernobog is evil incarnate. He takes and takes and is never satiated with what he takes. Instead of taking whatever offerings and more petty mortals would try and give to him to satisfy his own tastes, he decided that he decided to take something that finally would satisfy his own desires. At least, one of his own desires and that desire can only be satiated by the Gremory family.

Chernobog and the Gremory family have had encounters before, usually ending in a servant or two of the Gremories being killed to satiate Chernobog's wants and needs to save themselves from the wrath of the Black God. However, one action that Chernobog had took had made him the enemy of the Gremory family and hated in his eyes, yet they needed to give nothing more to Chernobog for he would always be reminded of his success from the Gremory family.

During a time of peace and prosperity or one akin to that when you're a demon, Rias' mother, Venelana Gremory, had given birth to a baby boy she had named Y/n. Also, during the birth of Y/n Gremory was the time of Chernobog's arrival and instead of taking what he usually takes, his obsidian heart begged him to take more. Appearing in front of Venelana and the other family members, Chernobog took Y/n out of Venelana's hand as Y/n still slept through the entire ordeal.

Chernobog: A delightful son, I'll take him instead.

Sirzechs: Chernobog, we'll give you whatever you ask for and when you need it. Just don't take my brother!

Chernobog: Anything I ask for and when I need it? How about your baby brother and I'll take him now?

As quickly as Chernobog came, he left in a black mist that shrouded both Chernobog and the young Y/n as the two disappeared. As cries from Venelana echoed throughout the entirety of the Underworld, her screams of discord, pain, and strife was music to Chernobog's ears as he looked down and smiled as his new son opened his eyes and uttered his first word when looking at Chernobog.

Baby Y/n: Papa...

And thus, Chernobog, Lord of Darkness, grinned.

When Y/n was five, Chernobog had informed Y/n of his true heritage and waited until the shock of what Chernobog, a man who Y/n thought of as his own father, did when Chernobog took Y/n from his real family.

Y/n: Have they done anything to rescue me?

Chernobog: No. As far as they are concerned, you're dead. They haven't made an attempt to come and see for themselves.

Y/n: Oh...then, they are not my family. They don't care about me. But...but you do. You see the potential within me.

Chernobog: I have been your father for five years and I see no reason to change that.

Fast forward to present day and before Rias and Issei were to be wed, a slow, sarcastic clap broke the silence as everyone gaze to the origin of the claps to the Lord of All Evil, the Black God, Chernobog. Angrily, Sirzechs crushed the arm of the chair he was sitting in, crumbling it into pieces as he stood up and placed himself beside Rias and Issei.

Issei: Who's he Rias?

Rias: Chernobog, Lord of Darkness. And the man who killed my younger brother.

Sirzechs: I've been waiting for this day Chernobog. Today will be the day I kill you and mantle your head on my wall.

Chernobog: Try as you like, there will be no evil without me and without evil, good cannot exist. Just like the night, Sirzechs, I will always come back. Kill me 1000 times and I'll still come back.

Rias: Why are you here Chernobog? Come to take me away?!

Chernobog: Rias, I come only as a guest. And what guest would I be if I didn't bring a gift?

There was a quick blur of something that passed by Issei three times, garnering Issei a quick flurry of body blows, ending with air blow to his head that send him careening into the wall. Chernobog laughs a sinister laugh as he snapped his crimson crystallized fingers as the speedy figure stopped beside him, clad in armor with a Greek theme to it, yet the weapons that the red-haired warrior had were very diverse in design and origin.

Chernobog: My gift to you is the brother you thought long dead.

Y/n: Sister...brother...

Rias couldn't believe what was in front of her eyes and neither could Sirzechs. With words coming and escaping her mind, Rias could only walk up to Y/n and touch his cheek to see if he really was there, all grown up. When her soft palm touched the smooth skin of Y/n, tears began to well up in her eyes and she hugged him with all of the sorrow and sadness she had felt over the years being released in one hug. When all was said and done and the reunion of the Gremory clan's missing son, Rias died, unable to feel the obsidian shard that pierced her heart as Y/n pushed her corpse off of him like a piece of dust on his expensive clothing.

Issei: RIAS!

Y/n: I expected a bit...more...out of my sister.

Chernobog: The Gremory Clan is only filled to the brim with disappointment. You set the bar low and they find a way to lower it, son.

Sirzechs: "Son"?! You have no right to call him your son, Chernobog! He is a Gremory until you brainwashed him!

Y/n: No...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! I was a Gremory for a grand total of five years. When my father told me no one had mounted a rescue or at the very least, a check up on me to see if I was alive or not, Y/n Gremory died to the horrors of Chernobog. You are no brother of mine, to me, you are an inconvenience. An obstacle that should be eliminated.

Chernobog: As much as I hate to burst your bubble, Sirzechs is mine. You can have that...guy. Rias' husband-to-be.

As Chernobog and Sirzechs had their dispute in another location, Issei and the other members of the ORC armed up and joined alongside Issei. Despite the obvious numbers game Issei had at his side, Y/n couldn't help himself and laugh.

Y/n: Issei Hyoudou...I've heard many things about you. About how you defied death itself. Of course, Rias had a hand in that. I also heard from many people, around the world, that you have a harem. I thought to myself, "He must be a god like Shiva! Shiva has a harem, yet Parvati is his wife! He must be powerful enough to deserve that harem." And I look at you and I see nothing more than a dead man walking. Many gods and heroes would love to see you dead and I offered to do it in their place.

Issei: You think a couple of artifacts will harm me?

Y/n: Yes. Some of them are from gods after all. *cocky smile* Try your best bitch.

With the shout of "BOOST!" Issei wasted no time in trying to end the fight quickly and aimed for Y/n's head and trying to knock it off of Y/n's shoulders. However, Issei's fist stopped when it collided with Y/n's cheek as Issei froze in fear of what exactly did other gods give him.

Y/n: Hahahahahaha! Armor of Achilles. Makes me just as invulnerable as the Hero of the Trojan War himself. Although, don't bother trying to hit my heel. That's not my weakness. I also snagged myself a little something else from Greece.

Blinking quickly allowed Y/n's eyes to shoot out a green ray to those who were staring him directly in the eyes, which just so happened to be Issei and the ORC members. Although, Y/n wasn’t contempt in leaving Issei as a statue, so he kicked him out of his petrified state.

Y/n: That’s too easy of an end for you. With the eons of training I received, thanks to Chronos, I can end all life *snaps fingers* like that. Still feel good?

Issei: I’ve taken down more powerful people than you. You’re nothing to me.

Y/n: Are you sure? The weapons I have at my disposal all bear magical properties. Let’s see…oh…this one seems fitting.

Brandishing a spear from the holster on his back, Y/n started to show boat with the spear by spinning it around and doing acrobatic maneuvers and showing off his skill with the spear as Issei scoffed at such displays of skill.

Issei: Nice to know you can dance ballerina.

Y/n: Comedian, and you seem to be ignorant to what I wield in my hands. The Spear of Mortal Pain…the Hound of Ulster wanted you dead, but he’s currently busy with the Phantom Queen. How about we stop the gabbing and start fighting?

Issei: Gladly. BOO—

Y/n then threw the Spear of Mortal Pain at Issei as the Harem King would soon find himself unable to move as the barbs that originated from the Spear of Mortal Pain. Y/n then smiled a smile filled with malice and walked up to Issei, as the barbs grew out of Issei's body and then grew back into his body and through more veins inside and if the barbs hit an organ, they would pierce that organ and wrap around it, making it hard to move in general without harm coming to himself.

Y/n: Your screams are probably about the only thing I like about you Issei.

Issei: Go…fuck…your…se—AAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Y/n: What? What was that? Don’t answer for me, let me guess…was it…the barbs filling your lungs? You’ll drown in your own blood within a couple of minutes. Even if you kill me, you'll still die. No type of magic will save your sorry ass. Besides, *unsheathes hammer* Mjolnir wants to say "hi"!

With one strike of Thor's legendary hammer, thunder cracked the skies as the barbs that held Issei rooted in place were all destroyed in one fell swoop. As Issei flew through the skies, thunder struck his weakened figure. Drowning in his own blood rendered his sacred gear useless as he couldn't focus enough for him to use it as the Prince of Ruin ran up to him at the speed of sound and stopped to mock Issei.

Y/n: How disappointing. I expected more from the man who beat Riser and who can go toe-to-toe with someone like Vali. Just goes to show you, the heroes that people build up to be legendary are just...just disappointing. Anything to say before I take your head?

Spitting out whatever blood was in his mouth at Y/n, Issei managed to clear the airways partially, enough to utter "BOOST!" as loud as he possibly could and hit Y/n where his heart was to have it explode and dying right then and there. As Y/n's body went limp, Issei managed a chuckle, declaiming himself in his mind the victor and person that stayed true to his word. "I did it..." Issei thought to himself. "I killed him, I avenged Rias..."










I offer you a way to die honorably, to die with whatever pride you had in yourself. And what do you do? You spit in my eye and tell me to "fuck off".

Issei's eyes widen as the presumed dead Y/n sprung back to life as there was a hole where Y/n's heart should've been. With all of his might, Y/n's heart had grown back and every tube and artery caught in Issei's final punch was reformed without a scratch as the hole also regenerated.

Y/n: "How am I still alive" is the question circulating through your head, right? I'll tell you; Shiva. With help from my father, I was able to amass an offering to the Destroyer that granted me invulnerability from gods and demons alike. Only mortal men are able to do anything to me. And, *sits down in front of Issei* you know how I said I can kill you *snaps fingers* just like that? Well...I meant it.

And with the snap of the fingers, Issei saw himself starting to disintegrate into complete nothingness, as he looked at his fingers, as they rapidly started to turn into little orbs of the color of his skin and then get blown away with the wind. Still, even if he does die, he will be with his Rias for all eternity. This thought was the thing that comforted him through what must be the most anticlimatic ending to his life. Y/n won't grant him the grand end that Issei deserves. Besides, Y/n has heard the cries of the people and being the people pleaser that he is, Y/n indulged them.

Y/n: And you know what the sad thing is? You won't join Rias in the afterlife. You won't be remembered, everyone who ever had an interaction with you will forget about you, and no one will remember the deeds you have done for them. In fact, I think I'll take credit for your deeds. I'll take your place for you, don't worry, except...I'll be better. Still feel good?

Along with Issei, the entire Gremory clan was erased from existence, everyone forgetting about them and the deeds tied to them. With the ties to his past gone, Chernobog and Y/n would be a living nightmare on the rest of existence. Nothing ever stops the night from rising and nothing ever stops suffering from coming.

The Lord of Darkness and the Prince of Ruin, grinned.
Male!Reader vs. Issei Hyoudou - Divine Uprising
Why did no one do this? Maybe, just maybe, someone else can do it now!

Don't know why I made the reader Thanos part way though this, but meh.

Speaking of Thanos, according to didthanoskill.me, I was spared. Were you?
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Finished God of War today.

I was rendered into a waterfall when the ending came, so fucking beautiful! Will I do Give Me God of War? IDK.

Also, did not expect those two things at the end (can't say since it IS a part of the ending), even if they were small things, they are impactful if GoW gets a sequel. (Which it might, with all of the praise it gets)

Was expecting to fight someone like Thor or Odin at the end, with all of the hype threats the game gives.

Either way, a masterpiece of a game.
So, for those of you waiting for Arachne x Male!Reader x Medusa...the file corrupted, so now I have to start over.

Instead, someone (can't remember who) requested that I should do Hel and Hel I shall do. Sorry for that.
Thumb-1920-624705 by popdood
~Classified Location~

Y/n: Can I get my phone call? I want my phone call.

Somewhere in the world, Y/n had been sitting in a room for God knows how long. He was still wearing his all black suit, but it was covered in muck, blood, and scum. Y/n was sitting in an interrogation room with his wrists cuffed to the table. As if someone was tired of Y/n's complaining, someone entered the room with a manila folder with his name labeled on it as the folder was gently set in front of him by the womanly figure in front of him.

Y/n: Hey, can I get my phone call?

Serious female voice: You're not being arrested, Mr. L/n.

Y/n: What the hell of the cuffs for?

Serious female voice: We here at S.H.I.E.L.D. do not know the full extent of your powers, if you even have any.

Y/n: S.H.I.E.L.D.? Oh hell, what did I do to piss off you spooks?

Serious female voice: You didn't piss us off. We're just interested. I'll go through your information and you tell me if there's anything I left out.

Y/n: I'm sorry beautiful, but who exactly are you? I at least want to know the name of the person I'm going to be looking at for who knows how long.

Maria: Hill. Maria Hill.

Y/n: Now, what is a beautiful girl like you working at a place like S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Maria: Flattery won't get you out of those cuffs, Mr. L/n.

Y/n: Figured as much.

Maria: Now, to go through your basic information. Y/n L/n; assassin and former X-Man.

Y/n: Ex-man. I'd like to think we go by that.

Maria: Tell me about your time with the X-Men.

Y/n: I'd rather not and that's final. All I can say without getting angered is that it started me down the path of being an assassin and my leaving.

Maria: Okay. The people of New York look up at you as a hero. "An act of God", as they say. Was that your intention? To be a hero?

Y/n: No, being a hero was never in my blood. It's funny and ironic, actually. The people, the same ones that hate mutants and everything that they stand for, look at one as a hero.

Maria: Times have changed. Not everyone hates Mutants anymore.

Y/n: Yeah? Those fears I had when I was a kid, Hill...that kind of fear sticks with you. The one where you had to fear if your family might kick you out on the streets for being a Mutant. Fear of the Sentinels. Fear of the Legacy Virus. Being a Mutant when I was born, it was hell on Earth.

Maria: What exactly is your Mutant ability? I'm not exactly seeing any deformations on you or on your person.

Y/n: I have a knack for being super precise with any and everything that I can throw. I can hit someone through walls.

Maria: That explains why the police are having a hard time seeing how you killed people. Shot through wood, drywall, and a lot of other things. *flips through more files* We found you outside of a laboratory, unconscious. Want to explain me why you were there in the first place?

Y/n: Sure, I got time.

~Flashback~

After I my job with the Kingpin, I got a couple of odd jobs in the form of contracts. You know; kill this guy, protect this, frame that, the works. My routine of visiting church didn't stop and now I started to attend Sunday service. I also made a couple of purchases and made a dedicated armory in my new home in the suburbs of New York. Started getting set up as an actual legitimate assassin until I got a contract in the form of an email.

~Flashback end~

Maria: An email?

Y/n: Kingpin wanted me to have a business email to make it easier for contracts to come in.

Maria: Ah, okay. Continue.

~Flashback~

Anyway, this contract seemed very similar to the one that started me down on this path. A mafia boss wanted one of its members put six feet under because they suspect them to whistle blow and from the $50,000 price on his head. The details were a bit scarce, other than that my target was a DJ, his picture, and that my greatest opportunity to off him was tonight. When I tried to pry for more information, like if he was packing heat and if armed guards were going to be present, silence. This...this made me a bit suspicious. I chalked it up to my background telling me that whoever wanted him dead had something to hide. I ran through scenarios in my head as I was suiting up and they all lead to the same conclusion; the Russian mob would soon be extinct.

Two new additions that I added to my arsenal was a lightweight ballistics vest and a ballistics mask. The mask was there to stop any civilians from ID-ing me, just in case they remembered my features from a distance. I did a couple things before going to the club and start shooting.

As the moon started to rise and night overtook the day, I arrived at the club my target worked at; The Emperor. Checking my pistol one last time, I walked through the doors and decided to scope out what exactly the opposition is packing, where are they, what sightlines they have on me, and how many are there. However, I didn't see shit like that. I probably was the only one packing heat, so I started to find my target and it couldn't have been easier that just looking over the crowd. Still, I had a job to do, so I went into the bathroom and put on my mask and went out into the crowd and fired a round from my pistol into the roof, silencing the music.

Y/n: All of you better scram and get a good night's rest before I do something you'll regret.

Just like that, the crowd went out the doors like a riot was going on and they had to participate in it. As they were fleeing, I was making my way forward like a salmon swimming upriver in white water rapids. Eventually getting out of the other end of the escaping crowd, I see him reach under all of his equipment for a pistol, so I put my pistol to his head. However, he didn't get the memo and tried to do something he saw in a movie and curve a bullet into me, but before he could even pull the trigger, I grabbed the hand that held the gun and pushed it in the opposite direction and punched him in the face, all the while grabbing his gun as he fell on his ass and disarming him in the process.

Y/n: Are you *looks over target sheet* Alexander Taylor?

Alex: Shit, they hired you, huh? Look, they're bad men, more bad than me. I was trying to help people, okay?! Don't you see what they're doing by having you kill me?! They're using you! Just like they used me!

Y/n: I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse.

~Flashback end~

Maria: Reports here say that Alexander Taylor was shot, yet you still speak of him being alive. That can only mean you faked his death.

Y/n: It took some time, but I managed to make an exact replica of him. The illusion only goes so far, if any fingerprint or DNA testing were involved, you'd see it was just real good duplicity, Hill.

Maria: You're quite an interesting man, Y/n. I'd like to see where this story all goes.

Y/n: Am I interesting enough for you to let me out of these cuffs?

Maria: Not yet. Not until you tell me why you ended up at a warehouse.

~Flashback~

After news of Taylor's "death" flew around the internet, I had him live with me. I had an entire computer dedicated for him too and a room to sleep in. Problem was, he couldn't exactly step outside without being recognized which would've given away the entire veil I had set up. After some days passed of him getting acquainted with my place, I went out to do some shopping, for the both of us. It wasn't anything special to be honest, but the return trip was. I always carry one of my pistols on me, in case any low-life thug tries to rob me or something, but I heard the screams of a woman, however they were pretty faint screams, so I had to stop and hearing it again to know exactly where to move.

The screams led me to an alleyway where a woman, whose clothes were basically dirty rags you wouldn't use to clean your kitchen floor and her hair was so disheveled that you'd think she'd been through hell and back with some hard drugs. Her make-up was running, yet it looked like it had been there for the longest time. My inner hero had kicked in and I took out my pistol and shot one of her assaulters in the head. The other one had realized that he had brought a knife to a gun fight and ran away. I thought he wasn't worth the effort or time, so I just holstered my pistol and walked away until the woman blocked me from progressing forward out of the alley.

Woman: *crying* Thank you mister! You saved my life!

The woman had a very thick Russian accent. There was no mistaking it, which made the entire encounter feel like it was some sort of trap, so I was very cautious of this woman's actions.

Y/n: You're welcome. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go home now.

Russian woman: No! I have to repay you in some way! Most men only try to take advantage of me, but not you.

Y/n: No, you really don't have to do--

She tried to force herself onto me, but I really wasn't having it and was on my wit's end with her immediately. I was about to have it with this woman until she started crying for no absolute reason. It made me reconsider shouting at her as I listened in closely about how she whispered about "she was in a bad place" and "she doesn't want another one to die", so I did the only rational thing I could think of at the time.

~Y/n's home~
~Upper Montclair, New York~

After coming in through the door like a bat out of hell, Alex was already on my case about how I'm bringing in a prostitute home and how I'm just fueling the fire of one of the trades of the Russian mob, but his whining didn't matter to me in the slightest.

Y/n: I'll get you food and water. After you're done eating, just try and get some rest on the couch.

Alex: You mind explaining to me why you brought a prostitute home?

Y/n: First; if it wasn't for me, you'd be actually dead. Second; we need to talk about that in private, so go to my room.

The only food I had were the cup noodles that I had bought from the store, so after getting her food and water, I met Alex in my room as he tried to be all sass and crossed his arms.

Y/n: First; cut the shit. Second; it's not what you think it is.

Alex: And what is it that is exposed to my innocent virgin eyes?

Y/n: A victim. On the way over here, I shot one someone that tried to get their way with her while the other ran away. She told me her story and it's one hell of a tragedy. One crossing of the ocean later and she's going through hell for other peoples' American Dream. I've seen stretch marks and no children.

Alex: Oh shit...I knew they were fucked up, but...damn...

Y/n: There has to be someone that you had contact with during your service to them. Anyone at all.

Alex was pacing back and forth, so I let him think as we both exited the room and back into the living room as he went back into his...well, technically it's his, computer and is, what I assumed, to be looking up the address of where his special someone is. As Alex was doing that, I turned on the TV while cleaning my pistols and checking them twice. As I was doing that, I couldn't help but know there was a pair of eyes trained on my pistol and I look over to my left and noticed it was the woman that should've been sleeping yet seemed just as focused on my gun just as I was.

Woman: I never told you my name.

Y/n: I never needed it. Names form bonds, bonds that I had to break in my past to lead me here. The only time I ever needed a name now is when I'm going to kill them.

Woman: Was it hard? Leaving your family behind?

Y/n: I left two families behind. It only gets harder.

Woman: Then, you are like me.

Y/n: I only know that we both left our families. What else could you have in common with me?

Woman: We both did something most people considered bad for intentions we believe to be good.

Y/n: "Intentions we believe to be good"? Why do you think I kill people for money?

Woman: To build a wall. Your past, it pains you when think about it every time. It happens to me too.

Y/n: *deep exhale* Alex, found your guy yet?

Alex: Yeah. One of the warehouses near the shipping yard.

Y/n: *looks at the woman* We'll continue our talk later.

Woman: Lera.

Y/n: Y/n. Bye.

Alex: Wait.

Before exiting my room, Alex had tossed me a black earpiece so that he could at least keep in check and ask his guy about some weak points the Russian mob had. There was only one ground rule that I had about the earpiece though; no eating. Eating in my ear is such a weird thing to do and makes me cringe inside. Same goes for drinking.

~Near midnight~
~New York Shipping Yard~

Y/n: I'm not liking it, not one bit.

Alex: It's quiet. I don't understand.

Y/n: That's exactly the problem. If you were a movie fanatic as much as I am, you'd know that silence isn't always golden.

Alex: Yeah...you're right.

The only sound I heard all throughout the shipping yard was the waves lapping against the stone of the surface I was walking on. As I made my way through warehouse after warehouse, just like any movie, the thing or person that I'm looking for is at the end. When I was searching the warehouse, I found someone that fit the description that Alex had given me on the way to the shipping yard, but there was a small detail he left out.

Y/n: Found your guy.

Alex: Great, he asked you anything?

Y/n: I don't think he's going to be asking me anything. There's a, uh...there's a knife in his head. I'll be right back, found the guy. *turns around* For an assassin, you're pretty loud and ridiculous looking.

And ridiculous looking he was. He was in a tight spandex suit that you'd see someone like Spider-Man would wear, only his suit colors were black and white. The black could've easily be confused as a really dark shade of grey, but that's neither here nor there. There was a crosshair with a red dot in the middle, could've been threatening to some, but to me; it just meant that I had to shoot him there.

Y/n: Uhh, who are you?

Bullseye: They call me Bullseye. The guy whose entire schtick you stole.

Y/n: Come on...really? Bullseye? Is that REALLY your name? You...you disappoint me. I expected better from a guy with a crosshair on his head. Deadshot. Hawkeye. Oh wait, you can't use either. I've heard more threatening names and I'm sorry to say that Jubilee is a more threatening name than Bullseye. Were you aiming for a completely shit name because you hit the mark on that! *gasps* Hit the mark? Bullseye? I see the triangles and the dots are clearly connecting.

Bullseye: Listen here, kid. I've killed people WAY more threatening than you--

Y/n: And I fought more people with WAY more threatening names than you, guess we're SOL in threats.

Bullseye: Do you EVER shut your mouth?!

Y/n: Let's see; it's midnight, I'm in a warehouse with another man, I'm running on a "few" cans of Monster, and I'm fighting a dude named Bullseye. Plus, it's (least favorite day of the week), so I'm about as bitchy as I can be.

Bullseye: *sighs deeply* You're worse than Deadpool...

Y/n: I know that guy!

I will admit this though; he did catch me off guard when threw a shuriken my way. Still have the scar on my abdominal area. He ducked behind some wooden pallet, so I filled him with a bunch of rounds to shoot through the wood and I could tell that I hit him because the wall behind him was splattered in blotches of his own blood. This was before I knew exactly what Bullseye was capable of, so he threw one of the many wooden splinters that I had created with gunfire at me and hit me a couple of times with those splinters in the body, but they lacked the force to pierce through to my heart.

Still, I figured if he was just as equally good as me at a distance, then I should take the fight up close and personal. It's a good thing I had learned to fight against people like Wolverine in the case of hand-to-hand because my hands were ready to hit anyone with some sort of bones harder than normal. Of course, my hands are still normal, so I immediately started to resort to using whatever was around me and all of it basically bounced off him like it was nothing. He got hurt, but it didn't look like it would've done any lasting damage. A lot of his punches weren't to my face due to the mask, but that didn't stop him from stabbing me in the gut with a knife he somehow hid in his tight spandex. Still, it got him right where I wanted him. I quickly pulled out a pistol and shot him in the gut five times and kicked him away from me.

I'm not one to run away from a fight because I always finish what I start. Pride...arrogance...those are some synonyms that you could call it. A part of me wanted to run while I still could because I was bleeding profusely. However, I'd like to think that God exists because he answered my prayer with someone that I really needed because God sent me a person in red and black with an SMG and proceeded to completely unload the entire magazine into Bullseye.

Y/n: Wade?!

Deadpool: The Drake to my Josh! What's happening Y/n?! Oh wait, I know what's happening. I read the story up to this point.

Y/n: What are you doing here anyway? Not that I don't appreciate you being here, it's just a bit out of the blue.

Deadpool: The author wanted a mix of comedy and tragedy. Besides, *serious tone* it only gets darker from here...*normal tone* Anyway, I'm here to try and lighten the mood. Gimmie your arm, Y/n. Let's blow this joint.

Doing as he said, The Merc with the Mouth carried me out of there and into his buggy because he had one and drove me home as I told him the address. While arriving there, Deadpool kicked open the door, making both Alex and Lera jump and shocked at how messed up I was as Deadpool sat me down on the couch and sat next to me and began to watch TV. Lera decided it was best not to question and fetched the first aid kit I had in the bathroom and began patching me up, ripping through my shirt to start patching wounds.

Y/n: You have medical practice?

Lera: Took classes.

Deadpool: What a cozy place you got here. Mind if I crash here for a while?

Y/n: Define "a while". *cringing in pain* SHIT!

Lera: Sorry.

Deadpool: You know, until this arc is over.

Y/n: All the couches are taken up.

Deadpool: I'll sleep with you.

Y/n: Absolutely not.

Deadpool: You're right, you're straight. I'll bunk with Alex, he's bi.

Alex: How do you--

Deadpool: I read the bio the author got sent a note by :iconpoetofinsanity:. Oh, btw Poet, the author needs the bad guy which is why the main bad guy is nameless. This also applies to the few people who read and comment if you want to participate.

Y/n: You're sleeping with me.

Deadpool: Woah, didn't know I was the exception. Not saying "no", but--

Y/n: Not like that. Alex, order an air mattress. Credit card's in the top right drawer. My arsenal is your arsenal Wade.

Deadpool: SWEET CHRISTMAS! Shame this part's over though.
One Hell of an Assassin - American Nightmare Ch. 1
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So, what do you want your "alter ego" name to be? I ask this because I don't know if I should either keep it as "no alter ego" or (alter ego name). I've had a couple of names in my head, but I want to know what you guys want the name to be.

Also, if :iconpoetofinsanity: doesn't want to give me the bad guy, then you guys can try.
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I had an idea for a one-shot with Toru from BNHA, but I end up thinking the quirk is too OP.

What's the quirk?

Basically, you are Baldur (can't die or fazed from anything except mistletoe) from GoW and like Baldur, your quirk turns off when you are hit by mistletoe.
So...here's an update on my train of thought for "One Hell of an Assassin". The original idea was that if no one was going to suggest anyone, that I was going to challenge myself and have the pairing be with Elektra.

Until :iconswwesome: introduced the idea of Black Widow. Too early for me to start doing pairings yet, but a nice thought in my head when I'm writing it because I planned to have a relationship with someone else in the reader's past. Still, something to think about.

Oh and while I'm still on this, are y'all okay with the series having its own storylines just as dark and gritty as something like Punisher MAX? If so, I need OCs.
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Started playing Chernobog in Smite. For some reason, if you're planning on picking him up (I have the ultimate god pass, so I get all of the gods and any coming out), I suggest you play him like a Mage. I get that feeling from Chernobog. Then again, I am a Warrior main so...yeah. Also, when I try and have some sort of idea for Chang'e, I remember she's legitimately married to Hou Yi.

Progressed a bit more in Monster Hunter World. Whenever I try and plan a fic for this game, I'm reminded there are only two possible people to write it for: the Handler or my own Hunter.

If you want to play Monster Hunter World (fuck Diablos) or Smite (PS4 for both): Radiation_Knight is how you'll add me
Been watching WAY too many Marvel Netflix series and it got me thinking about placing the reader in the Marvel universe as his own character. Somewhat like :iconignoblefiend: and his DCUO series, but not really cause I'm not basing it off of anything. If enough people show interest, I might run it. If not, meh.

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You fallout? Namely 4 or new Vegas?
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popdood Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2018  Student Writer
I've played/watched them, why?
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No reason ATM. Just need to keep track of what you know know that I pay attention to you.
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popdood Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2018  Student Writer
Well, if you ever want to request a Fallout fic, let me know
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Youraverageasian Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2018  New Deviant
What happened to the youtuber x d.va fic?
Did the admins delete it?
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popdood Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2018  Student Writer
I did, only because I had something better in mind. The only question I ask myself is when I am going to have time to do it.
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Youraverageasian Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2018  New Deviant
Thanks
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NickRoberts10 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday!
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RevDavid13 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday Man.
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Azureman136 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday Popdood :)
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