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Aran Ryan Relationship Headcanons

Request by?: Nobody Warnings: Slight mentions of NSFW at the end Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanon Fanfic Genre: Fluff kinda, kinda not Word Count: 469

• Who would in their right mind date a man like Aran Ryan (who's a complete psychopath) who wouldn't stop at nothing to hurt anyone? Oh yea, that one person would be his S/O.

• Everyone they knew told them not to even dare try to befriend him, let alone get close to him by how dangerous of a man he is; even some of the other boxers think he's insane, but his S/O looked passed the facade. Still insane yes, but Aran has some humility in him.

• Lots and lots of head nuggies.

• Aran always has his arm around his S/O's shoulder or waist.

• Aran gets him and his S/O in trouble almost on a daily basis.

• A real aggressive lover outside and inside the sheets if you know what I mean- 

• People get the impression that Aran and his S/O are just best buds when really they're lovers. Aran doesn't really show lovey dovey affection like most couples would. Not to say he can't at all, but the way he does it is different.

• Making fun of his S/O, teasing them, pushing them a little, hard high-fives, grabbing his S/O's shoulder whilst shaking them, leaving hard nibbles wherever he can latch himself onto, and if he's feeling real comfortable he'll leave sloppy kisses on his S/O; those are just the few ways on how he shows his way of affection toward his S/O.

• Aran's favourite place to go for dates are the local bar obviously (definitely not because he wants to fight some blokes to impress his S/O), but also playing pool and darts with his S/O are his go to these days though. If Aran's feeling "real nice" that day he'd prefer staying at his or his S/O's place to watch movies (or, you know, he'll make out with them).  

• In my NSFW head canons for Aran I explained how he'd be hyper sexual asf, but I didn't clarify something quite important. It's only when he's real close to someone, someone he has full amount of trust and love for since he has trouble trusting others (explaining why he's aggressive in his mannerisms). 

• Trust me when I say Aran gets real comfortable, way too comfortable. Examples of real comfortable would be him walking around his place (or his S/O's) butt ass naked with not a care in the world, basically begging his S/O to touch him. 

• He's touched starved as fuck after all, help the poor lad.

• Aran acts all innocent til he has his moment to strike. He does what he does sometimes to see if his S/O takes the bait or not (and no surprise it does 👀). 

• Aran really softens up toward his S/O, like real soft. He's more hush hush, but he still acts like his usual self.

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Bobby(s)

Now That's How You Beat A Downa! - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Murder and violence.. someeeewhat descriptive wording of the said violence.

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: ehh idk, after said violence gets fluffy after

Word Count: 2,117

"Lovely day for it miss!"

"You look lovely today miss!"

You felt yourself blush from the random compliments you got from citizens around town as you walked down the street. Everyone there loved telling each other compliments. You weren't one of those people, when really you hated them. Not because you were a downer, goodness no. You just got flustered easily and didn't know how to take compliments too well.

You see, you has always been a shy women since you were a small pea, and that got some people suspicious because of it. Even the bobbies thought something was up. Of course you explained to the best of your ability that you were definitely not a downer, and never will be.

You were quite a gentle woman and never yelled at anyone, even if you were defending anyone. You thought discussing the problem is better then yelling at each other. Your parents taught you that from a young age.

You worked at a retirement home in Maiden Home. You always got along with older folk anyway, so why not get a job involved around it? Even if the job didn't pay well you still enjoyed the job very much. The con of it all was some of the old ladies would tease you from time to time, making you flustered and you would start stuttering like mad. They didn't mean no harm and you knew that too well. They were just having their fun.

Speaking of Maiden Home you were currently heading to Maiden Home to work. You lived in Wellington Wells, so you needed to walk to work which you didn't mind at all. Exercise is important after all! You hummed as you walked through the streets, smiling and saying "lovely day for it!" to people that walked past you. You were all fine and dandy until you felt someone sneak behind you and grab your arm harshly, putting something sharp against your neck. You screamed in fear and people around you gasped at the scene.

"Nobody move!" The stranger announced to the small crowd- "Or else this youngling gets to be beheaded!" The stranger shouted out, gripping your arm with his mostly likely disgusting nails. Whilst you hiss in pain you could see the crowd frantically panicking like any other citizen would do.

"Downa! Someone get the police!"

"HELP! HELP! THAT POOR DEARY IS IN GRAVE DANGA! SOME ONE CALL THE CONSTABLES!"

Most of the panicked citizens ran away in fear, leaving you with mostly no help whatsoever. Seeing this didn't make you reassured you wouldn't survive this situation. God you wished you could take more joy right about now... No dammit there's no time to worry about that. You just couldn't stand here and do nothing you'd be dead in the next matter of seconds!

In the moment you thought over what you could do to escape the downers grasp. Your best bet right now was to kick him right in the baby maker. All you needed was a distraction to make this work. To your luck though you heard blown whistles come from the right of you. You sigh in relief seeing the bobbies arrive.

"Ya downa bastard let the lass go or else!" One of the shorter bobbies threatened the downer with his baton in hand.

The older downer rolled his eyes not really caring for the bobbies threat, cackling mentally. "Not until you let the gates open for the rest of us. We want our freedom back!"

The group of bobbies didn't give two fucks about what the downer had to say and ignored his "deal". It didn't mean fuck all to the blokes. All they cared about was how to help get the filthy downer off of you without him hurting you in anyway. They thought over their options carefully, but they had to be fast. Luckily for you they helped your plan into action.

Bingo. A distraction.

With the newfound bravery you smirk ever wider

lifting your leg to kick the man's baby maker, making him cry out in pain and drop the knife he held you hostage with. You go to pick it up while he gasp in pain, running toward the man to kick him down while he's weak, aimed the knife into his forehead without thinking with all your strength. The man scream in agony trying to push you off but you only continued to stab his head that was gushing of blood and brain tissue

The bobbies lowered their batons and stared in shock of what you just did seeing the massacre that just occurred. You stop after a bit breathing heavily throwing the knife to the side standing up kicking the dead bastard that laid before you.

You took a moment to pause to look at the scene below you. You felt... almost thrilled? You thought anyone would after killing a downer, but it wasn't even for that reason. A new sense of blood thirst it felt like. Whatever it was you felt wrong in every way possible, and now your whole dress and mask were ruined by blood and brain matter.

You forgot the bobbies were even with you in the first place til you hear this coming toward you. You had this feeling in your mind that you were in trouble, but how could you be when this was how things were here? Turning around you quickly tried to come up with an explanation to what you just done.

"A-Alright Constables I-I'm-" You stuttered out in fear, lifting your hands up. "I'm never like this- I don't know-"

"Blimey! Now that's how you beat a downa lady!" One of the bobbies exclaimed approaching you. It was the shorter Bobby. He seemed too thrilled to see the blood massacre to your liking. Noticing the downers body he crouched down to look at the downers now destroyed forehead. "Whoa you'd need a lot of strength to do that... impressive." He points out like he was complementing you.

You didn't know how to take it to be honest.

"That was brilliant! Roight in the head there good job we can take it from here!" Another bobby complemented on your "fine" work patting your shoulder with a wild grin. All you do is laugh sheepishly, stepping away from the bobbies.

"Thank you thank you my good sir's, but I must head home now take care!" You tried laughing it off and walk off but you bump into one of the taller bobbies chest by accidental.

"Sorry there missy you alroight?" The kind Constable asked.

You turn around quickly and all you see was the uniform of the Constable. Backing up you could already tell he was half your height just by looking at the attractive Constable, a somewhat familiar Constable that had such an lovely voice too. You swore you met this Constable before, but you couldn't remember his name.

The Constable notices the remaining blood on your clothes. He knew he couldn't do much to clean it expect your mask, so he bent down on his knee.

"Sorry if this seems off putting, but you got some... blood on ya mask still. Ya mind if I wipe it at least some of it off?" He asks kindly pulling out a cloth.

What a kind gesture from a man such as himself. He probably had better things to do then this but here he was being ever so kind so how could you deny the gesture from one of the men that technically help you save your life? With hesitancy you allow him;

"O-Of course Constable! I have a few hours left till I got to go to work anyways." You explain, reassuring the officer of the law. "And it's... kind of hard for me to see anyway, so thank you."

The Constable chuckles from your response,  starting to wipe your mask. "Of course."

He tried as hard as he could to clean it, but a simple rag wouldn't do much. As long as you could see that'd be enough for you to get home safely in his mind. Whilst wiping down the blood off your mask he looked past you to see the downers body being carried by one of his colleague. You saw him cringe a bit from this.

"Jesus, you... really killed him real good aye?" The Constable joked with you to ease your nerves, but you decide not to respond. He could tell him joking about it wasn't going to help so he moved onto something else.

"So tell me miss."

You turn your gaze into his blu- wait. They were brown. Interesting. His eyes were bloody brown. How rare to see something like that on a Constable. Brown was a much gentle kinder colour then the regular piercing blue eyes of the majority of the Constables had.

"I'm surprised you pulled that off. From afar it looked like the downa had a tight grip on ya."

You rubbed your arm shyly with a chuckle "Well Constable, I saw an opportunity to strick when he got distracted by you and your lads. Simple enough."

He hummed at your answer, nodding. "That makes sense. You're one tough cookie when ya can be shy bee."

You feel your cheeks start to flush from the silly nickname brushing it off like you didn't hear it.

"What is your name anyways? You seem familiar to me. I just can't quite remember..." The Constable asks curiously tilting his head. He sounded genuine.

"It's Y/N, my good sir, and thank you." You introduce yourself with a smile.

The Constable seemed to perk up hearing your name. He smiled before removing the rag off your mask. It seemed like in no time at all at least half the blood was cleaned off to his surprise. "Y/N... oh that's right now I remember. You work at Maiden Home yea?"

"That's indeed right Constable, but I'm curious as to how you guessed?" You ask him teasingly, and he seems to get a little defensive.

"I ain't no stalker miss I promise. I just overhead the old ladies talking about ya, is all, and from some of the lads too. They all say you're really kind and of course they're right about that." He says quickly in his defensive, feeling flustered, but all you do is roll your eyes at him.

"You really think my first thought was that you were a stalker? Oh please." Your attitude turned sarcastic seeing his reaction. It was almost too cute not to mess with him- "Word can get around sometimes, but I didn't know such good things were being said about me how charming!"

The Constable sighs in relief now standing up, nodding. "You're a real cheeky one Y/N, but due to my line of work I must continue from here; but not without returning you home safe and sound first with the news of downas running about today." He presents his arm to you leaning forward. "I don't think I can handle seeing you in harms way again ma'am, and I really don't want you to go to work looking like bloody marry all day. Since I know people will freak out seeing your clothes all drenched I know a safer route to get ya back home."

You were shocked at such an offer. It was an offer you didn't want to refuse as you felt safe and comfortable with this particular Constable. You reach an arm out to wrap your hand around his arm with a chuckle.

"I'll gladly take your offer Constable thank you so much, but you really don't have to do this."

"Oh but I want to ma'am. It's my job to protect the citizens of this fine city after all." The Constable states as you two began to walk toward the back of the city. It would be a bit before this egging question got the best of you, but you just had to ask.

"This might sound a bit intruding, but you also look familiar to me as well, and I'd like to know the Constable that helped with my mask. What's ya name Constable?" You ask in a genuine way, you didn't want to seem rude after all.

The Constable then stopped to look down at you with a cheeky smile. "It's Constable Tommy ma'am."

You couldn't help but smile wider from his smile. It was ever so charming as you two began walking again. "Constable Tommy... a lovely name for a man in service."

You couldn't tell, but the Constable began to flush under his mask from your lovely complement, looking away from this unannounced feeling in his heart.

"Righto ma'am, righto..."