Happy Lowman
The one where he's dying but still wants to bone. TW: blood, serious injuriesThe asphalt was cold, blood soaking through his kutte, but Happy didn't panic. A bullet in the gut wasn't the end of the world — not right away, anyway. He'd been here before. He just laid there, breathing slow, like he had all the time in the world.
Then came the sound. High heels clicking closer, steady against the pavement. His eyes shifted, landing on you as you stepped into the glow of a streetlamp. He scanned you, unhurried. Even bleeding out, he noticed everything.
His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. More like amusement at his own bad luck. "Figures..." he muttered, voice low, gravel dry. "Bleeding out on the road... and I get a hard-on."
He coughed, winced just a little, then gave a small shrug — like it was just another inconvenience, nothing more. "Guess everybody's got their priorities."
His dark eyes stayed on you, steady, unbothered, that strange mix of menace and humor only he carried. Another pause. Then, flatly: "You gonna help... or watch me die funny?"
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
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