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valerinaswriting · 1 year

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a man like him.

synopsis: joel overhears young survivors question his ability to satisfy y/n, so he gives them many reasons to never question his abilities again.

pairing: joel miller x female reader

warnings: established relationship, possessive!joel, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s), oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, exhibitionism, swearing, choking, multiple orgasms.

joel never used to be the possessive type until you landed in his grasp. although he knew nobody could ever steal you from him, it was a quiet fear of his. that you’d wake up one day and wonder what the hell you’re doing with such an old man. but no matter how many times you’d reassure him, there was always something that threw him back into the crippling mindset.

like today. he overheard a conversation from two boys around your age that made his blood boil.

“look at her, how the hell did that old prick manage to pull her?” the young man says to his friend, shaking his head in what appeared to be disbelief as he watched you speak to one of the many friends you’d made at the boston QZ.

“i know, i bet he doesn’t even fuck her right. what old guy even knows how to fuck? especially when it comes to someone young like her,” before the two could say anything else, you spotted joel standing behind the two and a delicate smile graced your face. the boys then turned around, finally noticing joel standing there. they went pale in the face as you approached. knowing that he’d definitely heard every word they said based off the angry look joel was giving them. he could truly be terrifying when he wanted to be. you’d seen that side of him many times, but never aimed at you of course. he had killed many people. you don’t know how many, he tells you not to ask.

you stood on your tiptoes as you pressed your lips to his cheek, not realizing his displeased expression until you’d moved your head back.

he was still staring at them.

“joel, is everything ok?” you asked, tone worried as you followed his gaze and set your eyes on the two men you hadn’t even noticed before. he didn’t respond, his large hand wrapped around your arm as he led you away from the area. not questioning a single thing as it was crystal clear something there was bothering him a significant amount.

once the two of you had made it back to the apartment, you turned to look at him once he’d closed the door.

“are you mad because they were looking at me? because you know i’d never even think to-” you attempted to explain.

“i know you wouldn’t.” joel interrupted, and your gaze softened.

“so what’s wrong?” you ask once again, approaching him slowly while looking into his eyes. he eventually met your eyes after a moment.

“nothing that you need to worry about, doll.” he reassured, resting his forehead against yours.

“alright,” you say, the same soft smile reappearing on your face. “i’m just gonna freshen up a little, ok?” you add, pressing a swift kiss to his lips before approaching the bathroom. joel sat down on his couch, hands rubbing his face as he tried to forget about what he’d heard. which was almost impossible considering he heard those exact voices outside his front door.

the anger began to rise once again as he got up from the couch and paced towards the door, opening it quickly and immediately spotting the same smug faces he was mentally murdering moments ago.

they both gulped, eyes wide as they stood in front of the front door a couple of meters from his. they quickly entered the apartment to avoid confrontation. joel stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck they were doing in the apartment right next to his. before he could do anything else, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“was someone at the door?” you ask, he turned his head to face you. looking at you adorned in one of his shirts. quietly admiring the way your body drowned in it.

“two boys just went into the apartment next door. was just wonderin what all the noise was.”

“the ones that you were giving the death stare to earlier?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face. “i overheard them saying somethin about looking for a new place to stay not that long ago. i guess they found one.” you say, shrugging your shoulders as you stared at your boyfriend. he shook his head, trying to hide his displeasure to the information he’d just heard. “are ya gonna tell me why that bothers you or?”

“it doesn’t bother me,” he lies, their words repeating in his head again as he approaches and places his big hands on your waist. kissing your lips delicately. “just a little stressed i think,” he says as he places his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his rough stubble stabbing your skin in the most delicious way. you whined softly.

and that’s when he got the idea. the idea that would prove to those stupid boys just how good he fucks you. how stupid they were to underestimate his abilities and care when it came to your pleasure. he smirked against you, lips abusing your skin and his hot tongue trailing over your sensitive spots. his hands found your ass, squeezing your cheeks sadistically which caused a sudden gasp to escape your throat. normally, joel would place his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet in case people were around, the walls were paper thin, but this time he didn’t. you didn’t question it. you never questioned him.

“that’s it, let me hear your pretty sounds,” he says as he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bed.

he dropped you onto the mattress and hovered his frame over yours. his lips found yours once again, and you whined as his tongue slipped between yours. he knows how vocal you can be. even with his hand over your mouth or your head forcefully buried into the pillow, he can hear you crystal clear. he knew anyone nearby would be able to hear if he didn’t hush you, and that’s exactly what he wanted. for those stupid little pricks to hear how good he makes you feel. over and over.

his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft skin. you whined louder this time. you were so goddamn submissive under his touch, it drove him crazy.

he raised his stolen t-shirt up your body, exposing your torso as he lowered his head. trailing kisses all over your soft skin. you were addicted to the feeling of his stubble against you, he’d barely done anything and you were already a whimpering mess. his head trailed lower and lower. licking the skin above your panty line as he hooks his fingers into the edges of the fabric, effortlessly peeling them down your legs and throwing them off to the side.

he began peppering kisses to your inner thighs, the feeling his hot breath against your dripping cunt driving you wild.

“joel…” you whimpered loudly, legs trembling in suspense of the act that he was about to commit. you were expecting him to respond. something like “be patient” or “good girls know how to wait” but he didn’t, he latched his lips onto your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. your hand flew to your mouth, biting down on the side to muffle your moans. but joel stopped.

“no, baby girl. let me hear you,” you nodded your head, staring down at him between your legs. noticing the glistening shine of your wetness on his chin under the dull lighting.

“good girl,” he said before diving back in. aggressively eating you out as he’s done many times before. tongue exploring every inch of your sex. your moans were quick to fill the room. your hands flew down to grasp at his salt and pepper colored hair, spreading your legs wider to give him as much access to you as possible.

“j-joel, i’m about to… i can feel it-” you whine breathlessly as your orgasm washed your words away. the sensation hitting you fast and hard as you convulse on the bed beneath him. loud whiny moans filling the room as you rode out your high.

he didn’t halt until your legs began twitching, licking up all of the cum you provided for him in exchange for the orgasm. he climbed back up your body slowly, leaving sloppy kisses up your stomach along the way.

he was proud of himself, knowing how good he could make you feel with little to no effort. enamored by the way your body reacted to his touches. he knew the boys would’ve heard everything he’d just done, but of course, he wasn’t satisfied just yet.

his hand wrapped it’s way back around your throat once his face aligned with yours, his stumble damp with your cum.

“all wet,” you said, smiling as your hand raised to his face. tracing along the wet area of his face. “wanna make somethin else wet too,” you added, moving the same hand between your bodies and palming his hardened cock over his jeans.

“where did you ever learn to be such a dirty girl?” he grunted, a slight smile on his face as he moved your hand and pinned it beside your head.

“we both know the answer to that,” you bit your lip as his grip tightened around your wrist, looking up at him through squinted eyes. he moved back to remove his shirt, licking your lips as he did so. you followed his steps and removed your own. clothes thrown carelessly to the floor.

he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and underwear down, not bothering to completely remove the articles of clothing. he was getting impatient. he hovered over you once again, his large hands separating your thighs as far as they could go and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. he wasted no time, thrusting forward and impaling you with his cock with no warning. you screamed, hands flying to grasp his shoulders as he quickly set a brutal pace. your back arched off the mattress, pressing firmly against joels as he pounded into you.

“oh, f-fuck. joel!” you moaned, the wood of the bed frame clunking against the wall with each of his intense thrusts. he grunts into your ear sadistically, fingers leaving crescent shapes on your thigh as they dig into your skin.

“wanna feel you cumming around me, baby. think you can do that for me?” he asks, you nodded your head. tears dripping down your cheeks as the pleasure became too much for your body to cope with.

it didn’t take long for another orgasm to pulse through your body, legs trembling around joels torso as you chant his name. before you could process anything else, he’d flipped you onto your stomach. shoving his cock deep inside you once more as he held your hips to him. despite being extremely sensitive from your previous orgasms, you still craved more of him. your loud moans echoing off the walls as he took you from behind. you intentionally clenched your walls around him to coax an orgasm out of him. craving the feeling of his cum flooding into you.

you felt another orgasm approach as his thrusts became sloppy, indicating that he was also moments away from finishing.

“joel!” you moan, clutching the bedsheets below as the two of you came together. joel eventually stopped once your highs had subsided. he tiredly flipped you onto your back, tracing his rough fingers along your damp cheek.

“y’think anyone heard us?” you ask, voice breathy as your tired body rests comfortably beneath him.

“hard for ‘em not to,” he replies, tracing his finger along your bottom lip before placing a soft kiss there.

and it was safe to say they’d definitely heard based on the looks they were giving the two of you the following morning. joel smiled proudly, hand resting on your waist as the two of you walked past them, knowing he’d never have them questioning his abilities to pleasure his girl again.

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lordprettyflackotara · 5 days

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if u think i’m pretty || chris sturniolo

SMUT. 18+. Minors DNI. tw: hate fucking. lots of it. bickering while fucking? idk you get the gist. finally got around to writing about chris. can you believe i scrapped like 5 fics? 🥴 yeah me either! also, sequel with matt if yall want it ;)

“Christopher fucking Sturniolo!”

Your words were laced with venom, the staircase rumbling beneath you as you stomped upstairs. Faintly you could hear Matt call out for you, your mind too filled with rage to hear him properly.

Pornographic moans flooded your eardrums as you reached Chris’s room, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head. Your closed fist rattled his door, the dramatic moans coming to a screeching halt.

“Open the fucking door dickwad!” You screamed. Impatiently you tapped your foot, deciding he was taking too long. You grabbed the door handle, (surprised to find it unlocked), and swung the door open.

It was almost comical watching Chris and a girl you didn’t know scramble to get themselves dressed.

“What the fuck are you doing in here? Get the fuck out! Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?” Chris spat, shoving his gray sweatpants on. For a brief moment you felt bad for the girl, her waterline filling with tears. She was just one of many you had seen this week. You grabbed a shirt you presumed to be hers, handing it to her. You took a deep breath, containing your anger as you looked at her.

“Please get dressed and for the love of God, find someone better to fuck,” You sighed. The blonde was gone in a flash, practically sprinting out of Chris’s room. You crossed your arms, shooting lasers out of your eyes as you glared at the brunette across from you. Oh, only if looks could kill.

“I’m not believing my phone magically teleported into the dishwasher of all places,” You snarled. Your phone had been missing for six hours straight, your iphones location still saying it was at the triplets house. You had dragged Matt and Nick all around their house, searching from the ceiling to the floor. When you had finally accepted defeat, you had opened the dishwasher to grab a bowl to make a snack.

And to your displeasure, your phone was sopping wet, sitting in plain sight on the rack.

“You have zero proof I did that, literally zero,” Chris argued. Your eyes briefly flickered to his exposed chest, the amount of skin throwing you off. You shook your head, showing Chris your ruined phone. “Really? Because I can’t recall the last time you did dishes but you magically did them last night,” You snapped. Chris shrugged nonchalantly, a cocky smirk creeping across his lips.

“What can I say? I figured i’d help out the household,”

That’s it.

You chucked your phone at him, the brunette dodging the attack by seconds. It was ruined away, even the rice method was unable to save your phone. It smacked against the wall, the sound making Chris jump. “Maybe your phone wouldn’t be ruined if you weren’t having very LOUD phone sex with your boyfriend!” Chris yelled. You threw your hands up in the air, completely dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? Why would I ever-” You began arguing, before it clicked.

You weren’t having phone sex with anyone, that was for sure. But you stayed over at the Sturniolo household frequently, to the point where you were there more often than you were home. As much as Chris drove you insane, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. The concept of the attraction being forbidden, soured by years and years of bickering, did something inside of you.

You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks, even though you didn’t want it to. Chris snickered at your loss of words, shooting you a genuine smile. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He teased. In a swift motion you dashed across the room, your palm connecting with his cheek. Your tension with Chris had never gone beyond yelling. He had never crawled under your skin so much before, embarrassment seeping over you as you thought about the whole house hearing what he said.

A long pause silenced the room, the sound of the slap echoing through out your ears. Chris took a moment to process what you had just done, before his sharp gaze meant yours. His hand flew to your throat, gripping the sides as he threw you against the nearest wall. The air was knocked out of your lungs, your body in fight or flight mode. He easily towered over you, his sharp blue eyes filled with rage.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” Chris grumbled. He squeezed the sides of your neck harder, a whimper escaping your lips. His grip loosened, his attention fully dedicated to the sound you had made. The brunette tilted his head to the side curiously, as if he hadn’t believed what he just heard. “Did you just whimper?” He questioned. You shook your head no, Chris’s knee spreading your legs apart. Testing the waters, he brought his face closer to yours.

“You know, your little stunt prevented me from finishing earlier. Perhaps you’d like to help me out,” Chris purred, the glint of lust in your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. You rolled your eyes, your heart beginning to race as his body pressed against yours. “If you’re going to kiss me get on with it before I change my mind,” You said plainly. Chris’s grip on your throat tightened, your airway becoming restricted.

“You’ve always been a mouthy one,” He muttered, roughly bringing his lips to yours.

Chris hated how good you tasted, how good you smelled. He hated how your skin always looked so soft, your lips so plump. He despised how confident you were, always charging into everything in your life head first. What Chris actually liked, was that you challenged him. He knew that his infatuation with you wasn’t actually feelings, just raw and untamed lust. But fuck, with your lips against his, it made him want to change his mind.

The two of you clawed off each other’s clothes, discarding the clothing to the floor. Chris’s tongue swiped across your lower lip, before sliding inside. His kisses were rough and sloppy, your body addicted to the electricity he made run down your spine. You pushed him harshly against the bed, his back hitting the soft mattress underneath him.

You straddled him quickly, attempting to take control of the situation. Ever so slowly you grinded your wet cunt against his exposed shaft, a groan escaping his lips. Chris cockily put his hands behind his head, admiring you. “Go ahead, get yourself off just by grinding on me. You can do it pretty girl,” Chris instructed. You felt heat dash across your cheeks at the sound of his praise, your hips moving seemingly on their own.

Curses left your lips as you threw your head back. “Making me get myself off since you can’t do it? Figures,” You managed to say, your movements becoming more desperate. Chris leaned forward on his elbows, watching your cunt slide up and down his shift. “I’d watch your words ma, i’ll overstimulate you until you’re nothing but a cock craving whore,” Chris warned. His warning felt real, the threat in it seeking genuinely true. Even if you didn’t want to believe it.

Chris bit his bottom lip as you shamelessly grinded against him, every little movement providing pleasure to your clit. “You really think i’d fuck as many girls as I do if I couldn’t make them cum? I thought you were supposed to be smart,” Chris said coldly, mockingly tilting his head to the side. Your gaze landed back on the man beneath you, ignoring his cock in between your folds. “Yeah? I thought I was supposed to be overstimulated by now. What happened to that?” You challenged.

He was quick to change positions, your back landing against the mattress before you could think. He roughly spread your thighs apart, shoving two fingers into your cunt. A gasp of surprise was ripped from your throat, his spare hand resuming its place as your personal collar. Chris’s name spilled off of your lips as his fingers curled inside of you, his name becoming a sinful mantra. “What happened? Not so cocky now are we?” Chris taunted, watching you fall apart on his fingers.

The sight of you was enough to make his cock throb, his body craving attention. Chris remained focused, determined to corrupt you. “Open your fucking mouth slut,” Chris ordered. You so without a second thought, flattening your tongue across your bottom lip. He gripped your face harshly, leaning over and spitting into your mouth. “Swallow it,” He growled, watching you intently. You did as you were told, swallowing his saliva. You felt humiliated as it slid down your throat, the feeling euphoric.

“Thats a good girl, now why don’t you cum on my fingers for me? Hmm?” Chris asked. His words of praise made the rope inside of you snap, your orgasm washing over you without warning. Your vision went white, your thighs trembling as Chris removed his fingers from your aching cunt. You watched as he sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so.

Still coming down from your high, you put every last bit of energy into rolling your eyes. “Are you going to fuck me or just stare?” You asked. Chris’s cocky smile fell, replaced with a frown. “Nothings ever good enough for you, is it?” He replied, crawling on top of you. He brushed the tip of his cock up and down your folds teasingly, enjoying hearing you audibly whine for him. “Why’d you destroy my phone?” You asked, your coherent thoughts interrupted by him shoving himself inside of you.

You both moaned in unison, the unholy sounds vibrating off of the walls. “Why’d you decide to have phone sex in my house?” Chris gritted out, sliding himself further into you. He had more girth than you expected, your walls struggling to accommodate his size. “I asked you first dipshit,” You spat, fighting back a groan as he slid in further. Chris could feel your walls spasming around his cock, the sensation enough to make him cum right then and there. But he knew you’d never let him live it down.

“Yeah? Well I asked you second,” Chris replied, bottoming out inside of you. The tip of his shaft brushed against your g spot, the slightest movement of his hips making you whimper. “If you must know I wasn’t having phone sex, dumbass,” You said honestly. Chris pulled his hips back at a teasing rate, entertaining the argument. “Yeah? So what were you doing?” He questioned, doubting what you were saying. His hips bucked back into yours, hitting your g spot purposefully slow. He was drawing his thrust out, enjoying the sight of you squirming beneath him.

“I-I was thinking of you, alright? Now are you going to fuck me or what?” You rambled, embarrassed by your confession. Chris paused for a moment, soaking in your words. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. “Is that so? Well, I destroyed your phone because I got jealous. You belong under me, just like this, taking my cock,” Chris purred, ignoring the embarrassment of his own confession. He pulled back slightly, allowing the two of you to make eye contact.

Out of breath and desperate, both of you panted as you stared into each other’s eyes. “Well, in that case, you better get on with it,” You said weakly. The same cocky smile that you hated plastered across his lips, his hips bucking into yours quickly. Your nails dug into his back as his hips continued to slam into yours, his cock buried inside of your cunt. Chris couldn’t hold back his own groans, your walls milking his cock dry.

With glazed eyes he met your gaze, relishing in the sound of your groans, chanting his name. “Open your mouth for me,” He ordered, his cock abusing your cervix. Chris enjoyed that you didn’t hesitate, obeying him without a second thought. He put two fingers into your mouth, shoving them as far back as he could. “Now fucking suck them slut,” He growled. With each degrading word you squeezed him harder, your body snitching on your hidden desire.

“You look so pretty like this, when you aren’t yapping that mouth of yours,” He huffed. A painful whine came from his lips, your nails purposefully digging deeper into his back. You pathetically bobbed your head up and down on his fingers, concealing your smirk as you heard him in audible pain. Chris slithered his spare hand down to your cunt, drawing fast and sloppy circles around your clit.

“Go on, cum for me. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are for me,” Chris panted. The extra sensation was enough to make you throw your head back, Chris’s fingers still lodged in your mouth. Your warning of your orgasm was muffled, your thighs shaking violently under him. The sight was going to be burned into Chris’s memory forever, the feeling of your cunt spasming around him giving him an undeniable ego boost. He fucked you through your orgasm, becoming preoccupied with chasing his own.

His fingers roughly grabbed your waist, fucking you rougher. “Shit, i’m gonna cum,” He admitted. Chris watched, mesmerized as his cock slid in and out of your cunt. “Where do you want it?” He asked, his hips beginning to stutter. You grabbed him by his throat, dragging him towards you. You put your mouth next to his ear, smirking as you told him, “Inside of me.”

You filthy fuck. For the first time your name fell from Chris’s lips as he came, his warm seed flooding your cunt. In unison you both tried to catch your breath, Chris carefully slipping out of you. The room was silent, besides desperate breathing, a knock came from Chris’s door.

“Yeah?”

“Your uh, doordash is here dude,” Matt said awkwardly. You could hear him place a bag in front of his bedroom door. “Thanks,” Chris replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Hey Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time maybe fuck a little quieter, Nicks pretty pissed.”

You exchanged glances with Chris, watching as he shoved on a shirt.

“You heard him, be quiet next time,”

“Next time? There won’t be a next time. Mr.I lasted thirty seconds.”

The sound of you two bickering made Matt roll his eyes, causing him to walk away. He wondered if you both would ever get married, or if you both would hate fuck forever. He shrugged at the idea, heading back downstairs. All Matt knew for sure, was that your moans made him cum the hardest he ever had. And that, was enough for him.

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igotanidea · 9 months

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Walk down memory lane : AK!Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of self harm and suicidal thoughts.

You can find other AK!stories on point 4 here: Jason Todd masterlist

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She was just so tired.

Tired of fighting, of keeping up that fucking hope, of carrying the excessive weight on her shoulders.

She just couldn’t anymore .

Maybe it was time to finally accept that Jason didn’t care about her. That he would never care again. Not in the same way he used to before all this shit hit them. Before Joker, Harley, Arkham…

But she still needed, wanted, craved his love.

But how long can a girl be strong and live in a delusion?

And for the first time in a year she started crying.

What Harley could not achieve, happened because of a boy. No amount of torture and mind games and tricks she was subject to in Arkham, not once broke her. But the indifference and cold treatment from her former boyfriend, the one who she still loved got her on her knees, sobbing and shaking on the bed in her little, cold Asylum cell.

He was right. She was completely alone, no one was coming to help her, safe her from that void that finally found a way straight to her heart. Nothing more than a playtoy, unlovable, weak, pathetic, developing a heavy case of Stockholm syndrome.

Poor girl hugged herself in a foul attempt to calm down, but it was for nothing. Tears were falling freely down her cheeks, turning her into a puddle of emotions she couldn’t hold back. It was like the old wound and the feeling of being used opened and uncovered all the layers she cut off before.

Some people call it trauma, but she couldn’t care less about the terminology.

Maybe it would be better to just end her own life right now just so she wouldn’t have to suffer through another day of such lousy existence. It was Arkham, she was pretty sure she would find something to help her execute her plan.

On shaking legs she stood up from the bed, moving towards the bathroom. The mirror that Jason broke violently after their last encounter was still not fixed and the sharp pieces of glass poked on every side.

Perfect.

Gathering all the strength she had left, she reached towards the splinter and pointed it towards her wrist, assessing the “best” place to cut……

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She woke up feeling sore and in tremendous amount of pain like never before. Both of her wrists were patched up with the clean bandages and she wasn’t even in her own sweatbox. Honestly, she couldn’t for the love of God recognise the place where she was, until the familiar, slightly muffled voice threw her off her confused state and brought back to reality.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!” Jason hissed with unconcealed anger and she shivered. “WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO!?” in a blink of an eye he was right next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes up.

She was just completely silent, the tight grip of his fingers on her puffy, hurting cheeks causing a few more tears to flow down her eyes.

“I’m sorry…..” she whispered, slightly panicking. He was never supposed to find her, let alone to save her. And why did he? Was it only because he needed her for release in the future? “I’m sorry…..” her whole body shook violently.

“Y/N…….” her name in his mouth sounded almost sweet and the touch got far more gentle, sudden change in behaviour making her freeze. What was going on?

“I……” her mouth fell agape and it was impossible to say a word.

“Did you forget what I told you last time? You’re mine. You can’t just go and decide to hurt yourself this way. I cannot allow it.”

“Why?” she sobbed “it’s not like you care. I am just a reminder of the past, of all those lies you were fed by Batman and your family. Of someone you once were and could never be again.”

“Stop it!”

“Please, please, just let me go. Just let me finish it, please.” Her desperation and panic attack coming out in waves in the form of the aggressive tugging on the dressing, trying to reopen the stitched wounds and cuts. “I’ll do it myself. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Stop it!’

“You can even watch it, I know you’ll enjoy the show. You wanted a show, didn’t you?”

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE STOP IT!” finally he managed to get a hold of her hands, pinning them down to her sides, precluding her from moving, even though she still struggled against his hold. “Is that what you think of me? That I will enjoy that?” she nodded shakily “fuck!”

“I’m sorry…..” she whimpered again. She was still here and he was now mad which could only equal to another punishment. And this time it was not going to be intimate. He could really hurt her at any time.

“Baby…..” he whispered, almost without thinking, closing his eyes “princess.”

“Wha….. what did you say?” her eyes grew wide. Did he really use those words or was it just an imagination?

Jason was completely inside his head now, memories flooding his brain like a fucking Niagara. He remembered the past. The moment, when while still being Robin, someone came after her, attacking her and almost eliminating her from the equation. He recalled the hours spend in the medical bay, watching her pale face and the heart rate monitor, praying to whatever entity was up there to bring her back to him. All those little heart attacks caused each time she took a sharp exhale. Falling asleep next to her bed, holding and caressing her cold hand, whispering pleas and promises to keep her safe in the future if she just woke up. Brushing up on how he felt when she finally opened her e/c eyes, looking at him with so much love and concern, asking if he was all right.

He remembered how she cared about him….. And how he cared about her.

“Ja…. Jace?” she swallowed the lump in her throat, taking the risk to use his nickname, ready for another anger fit, but instead she met his honest gaze, so different from the one she was used to in his Arkham Knight version.

“Don’t ever do this again.” He gasped, brushing her cheek, putting a strand of hair behind her ear “you hear me? Ever.”

“Jason?” he bottom lip trembled because of that sudden display of emotion from his part.

“Ever.” He emphasised. “I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“Ok……”

“Anyone who hurt you deserve a punishment and that applies to you hurting yourself. Is that clear?”

“Anyone, but you?” she blurt without thinking and immediately covered her mouth in fear of the words that came out her mouth.

Jason tensed a bit, his muscles flexing but he didn’t move.

“Get some rest. Need you recovered soon. Big plans for you.” He just said and with one final look into her eyes left the room, leaving her completely speechless.

…..

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pearlfeline · 9 months

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sore loser

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 1,450

summary: reader gets jealous and draco falls harder during a practice duel. reader can be interpreted as any house but uses she pronouns.

a/n: i haven't written in years like before the pandemic. i deleted my old blog and had no inspiration until months ago lol i started this blog just to read but i started writing this a while back and i finished it last night. not proofread. if the beginning is horrid i apologize i didn't want to delete it and start over because i know i'll never start up again. enjoy the little fluff i threw together.

Dueling was an essential part of the Hogwarts curriculum. Every other week, there was a practice session down in the dungeons. Mats laid out on the floor and splayed on the walls. You hated it. Especially when it was in teams. Seriously, in what circumstances did students need to fight in pairs?

You weren’t known for your dueling skills and when your duels prolonged the average amount of time, you panicked and tapped out immediately.

Today was especially nerve wracking. Dueling in pairs, against Draco, and he’s partnered with the obnoxious girl who has it out for you.

She was clearly eating this up.

Draco was not. He did not like how obvious her intentions were. The shoving him every time she laughed, the raised pitch in her voice only when speaking to him, the way she says his name differently, all of it made him grimace internally. She was like a fly in his ear. Insufferable.

“An easy win.” She looks you up and down, smirking.

She looks over to Draco, attempting to exchange eye contact, but he was looking at you, with anguish. He didn’t hold his gaze for long as he adjusted his sleeves before getting in position.

Neville was your duel partner today. You could tell by his face he was utterly terrified. You kind of felt bad for befriending Draco, seeing what he did to the students around you and how he talked about them. But the side of him you’re not sure anyone else got to see, they don’t know about, the one you stumbled on accidentally while trying to use the washrooms and ended up staying on the cold floor for an hour after curfew just listening.

“Remember what we learned Neville.” You nod at him curtly. He sends you a look of appreciation under his worried gaze. Where would you two be without the extra training?

During the duel, you mostly try taking your anger out on the girl who targets you constantly for no reason. You didn’t even remember her stupid name. There are lots of girls like her. She was just the one who decided to be bold for the semester. Defending yourself makes you a target around the school for certain, but you didn't care enough to stop.

Dueling admittedly can be therapeutic when you have the right attitude. She was knocked down on the mat, clearly taken aback. You had shot spell after spell at her, almost to see how quickly you were able to possibly and properly get spells out of your wand.

Draco had to assist his dueling partner by default, but it made you unexpectedly feel sick seeing him trying to heal her.

“…Get up.” He holds her up by her arm. His gaze is anywhere else but around you.

You were searching for answers inside his eyes, growing more irritated the further he avoided you.

Neville gets his shot at revenge as well, continuously shooting at Draco while he tries to assist his dueling partner.

It was one of those matches that were long and painful. Both sides were equally as good, even if you hated to admit it.

It wasn't long until you’ve seen enough.

“Confringo!” You counter with a spell that bounced off the two of them back and forth until they’re both on the ground.

When the smoke cleared, your eyes flickered to the other end of the platform. Draco didn’t even look upset that he lost. Just surprised you would even use such a spell.

“I was getting sort of tired of using expelliarmus so frequently…” Neville blinked a few times, finally drawing his wand down.

“Freak!” The girl lays for a little too long expecting Draco to pick her up from the floor. He doesn’t.

“Is that even allowed?” She haggardly gets up on her own, dusting off her robes.

“It is.” Draco mutters before sauntering back to the group of students.

It was honestly one of the first duels you had won in a while, there was a newfound confidence in your stride.

It was free period. You decided to take the scenic route. To just relax outside,

“Came out to frolic in the grass did you?” Draco’s hair was completely restyled back to normal, despite the duel having just ended. He replaced his tethered robes with fresh ones and had enough time to wipe his complexion clean.

There was a playful smile on his face, one he didn’t show to most.

“After you lost, shouldn’t I be saying all these snobbish remarks now?” You look up at the sky to avoid his glance. Because if you did, you knew your smile would grow bigger than you would’ve liked.

He scoffs, setting his bag down on the ground.

“Don’t get all excited about this now,”

You watched as he sat down to reach your eye level.

“next time I won’t let you win.” Draco confidently sighed.

“Your pride would never let you purposefully lose.” You remark.

“Maybe it would for certain people.” He argues.

If this is what you thought it was, what an awful attempt at flirting.

“Either way, I won fair Malfoy.” You brush off his last statement.

Draco liked how you said his name. It sounded so familiar and genuine. It wasn't used in a hostile way.

It was hard to hide his growing smile.

“Why are you smiling…” You turn away.

“Is it so fun being a loser?” You say, back completely turned around to face him.

“I only lost because you flung me and that girl across the room!”

“She’s stupid! Of course I’m going to fling her away! You’re stupid too! Stop picking on people.”

Draco looks down while grinning at his feet.

“I’ll try.”

“Don’t just say it. Really do it.” You kick a rock in his direction.

“I get enough criticism for talking to you. Even though it’s all from you not being able to just leave me be.”

“Obviously you don’t care for what others are saying about me.” Draco shuffles the rock in between his feet, passing it back to you.

“Because I’ve seen otherwise to disprove the rumors.” You remarked.

“Before I start telling people you’re actually nice, you should start giving people a reason to believe me!” You toss the rock, watching it bounce off Draco's shoulder.

"Ow! You're the violent one!"

“I’m not going around claiming something that nobody will believe me for. I will not make a fool of myself Malfoy, not in that way. I'm already being prejudiced around here, no thanks to you.”

Draco was not known for his emotional intelligence. In fact, he might be the least comforting person you had ever talked to, but he had a feeling in between the insults, you were telling him how he really was capable of being a good person.

Draco let out a little smile, trying his best not to laugh at you.

Which was difficult because he had a habit of laughing at whatever or whoever he wanted to laugh at.

"This school is tolerable with you around." He said while swallowing whatever dry chuckles were left in his system.

"I'm only around because you follow me everywhere."

Draco slumped over, pushing his weight on your bag. Were his advances, seen as bullying? Of course it was. He was rude to everyone. How were you supposed to figure out he didn't mean it as much when it came to you? He didn't even really know he liked you not that long ago. Though, ever since that epiphany, he can't get you out of his head. There's the urge for more. To see you more. Sneak in more of you throughout the day.

"Keep bothering her, it makes you happier than when you bother others."

"I can't wait to see how she reacts to what I say next."

"I need her to see my new quidditch uniform."

All were stupid thoughts, yes, but they all worked. You were never mean enough to be hostile towards him, and honestly seeing him slip up and forget to keep his tough exterior up every once in a while was rewarding. You would never say it out loud but it made you feel special.

Draco lazily picks off blades of grass peaking through the cords attached to your bag. He had finally run out of things to say to bother you.

"...You aren't going to defend yourself?"

He glances up at you for a moment before shaking his head.

He thought, one day he'll be able to just confess and maybe pull you into a swift kiss right after. Of course, you'll say yes and kiss back and all of that stuff. He'll worry about it later.

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blues824 · 1 year

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💚Can I request the uppermoons+ muzan with a satan s/o

🐈Like they find out that their s/o is a different kind of demon who eats human souls.

💚How would they react when they find out she is the avatar of wrath and one of the demon Lords wit her brothers (in my opinion they are all stronger than muzan )

🐈Her always reading books chatting calmly and them wondering how they are the avatar of wrath until she unleashes her wrath (because douma told her isn't she the same person as lucifer or isn't lucifer her father in a way ) and them finding out that muzan is a puppy compared to her rage.

💚Them also learning that she has a love for cats imagine them learning that she at home isn't allowed tho have cats because she snuk 100+ cats in the house and now they are no l in hell the keep collecting cats.

Modern AU, kinda. Female Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji

Upon learning that you were a different kind of demon, he is intrigued and also very envious. You can go out into the sun without worrying about dying. Now, not only were you a demon, you were the Avatar of Wrath: a sin that Muzan indulges in the most.

He loves quiet little dates between the two of you. You both live a very domestic lifestyle, and you are often in an armchair with a cat in your lap as you read a book. He has been a witness to your love of cats, but only allows you to keep 2. It’s in these moments where he wonders why you are the Avatar of Wrath.

Then, there’s the screaming matches between the two of you. Sometimes, you can’t help but feel like his envy of your ability to go out in daylight is getting in the way of your relationship, and it causes a rift between you. You’ve thrown books, chairs, heads, and Michael Jackson had to admit that even he never had the strength that you did when you were angry.

Honestly, you both are a very old-timey couple but in a more disturbing way. You both slow-dance in the kitchen, not even considering the amount of lives lost at your hands. All that matters is the love flowing between the two of you as you sway from side to side.

Douma

He’s very interested in the difference between the two of you. For starters, you don’t eat flesh, you eat souls. He eats flesh, and you find it kind of gross. You eventually get used to it though. I feel like he gets turned on when your Wrath comes out.

Douma often finds himself jealous of the cats and books you like to give all your attention to. He will pout, he will cling to you, he will bug you, etc. If you tell him to lay his head on your lap as you read aloud, he will gladly do so. Bring his hand to your lips and place a kiss and he feels very giddy and happy.

Mans tries his best not to make you angry, but he has a tendency to not take things very seriously, which could piss you off. He once even compared you to Lucifer. He had never seen anger like yours, and you even shifted into your demon form as you threw things at him. Afterwards, he would get you some flowers and another book as an apology.

In the household, you have three cats. Since demons don’t really need sleep, you both just bask in each other’s company. A lot of the time, you both just sit with each other in the living room, sometimes talking to each other. His followers also worship you, by the way.

Akaza

You were strong, and that’s what he admired. As the Avatar of Wrath, you were even stronger than Muzan Kibutsuji. You had the ability to walk in the sun, and you had a demon form that just screamed power. It was no wonder that Akaza was completely smitten with you.

He finds your extreme love for cats absolutely adorable, and in your home you just have one or two (the second isn’t official, but he does come around every day). You two can often be found either playing with one of the cats or you reading while he has you in between his legs and lays his head on your shoulder.

The first time he saw you angry, it was when he had almost got burned in the sun after he killed Rengoku, the Flame Hashira. You were worried sick since you saw the sun coming up, and you slapped him for being so reckless while you were yelling at him simultaneously. He didn’t take it to heart, since he knew that it was because you cared, but it still kind of hurt.

After the issue was resolved, he laid on the couch as you laid on top of him. You placed your ear where his heart was, and while you couldn’t hear it beat you could feel his chest moving up and down as he breathed. It had the same effect on you, and you could feel yourself calming down.

Daki

You both originally never got along, considering that you stole the attention of Muzan. However, after the initial meeting, you both grew closer. You were an enforcer in the ranks, which was weird because you had the power to overthrow the demon lord. What Daki didn’t know was that you stuck around for her.

I feel like she would love to keep a pet, and so you both adopted a single cat. You, of course, wanted more but reasoned that it would be smart to start off with just one. And let me tell you, this cat is spoiled. Oftentimes, the feline lays on Daki’s stomach as she lays her head in your lap while you read a story to her.

Now, your fights are more like wars. When you go into a screaming match, no one wins because both of your voices get scratchy. However, you never want to go to bed angry, so you often set aside your pride and apologize. You both clean up the destruction caused, and it’s all back to normal.

Her favorite stories are often ones where the princess is saved because she wishes she could have gotten that as a child. She likes to close her eyes and imagine herself being rescued by you, just like how it was in reality.

Gyutaro

Again, you both did not initially get along. It wasn’t until Douma said you were just like your oldest brother that Gyutaro truly understood who you were. You lashed out in anger, even managing to lay a hand on Muzan out of just pure rage.

He definitely gets jealous of the cats that you spend a lot of time with. You have 3 in total, and while it does offer him a domestic vibe in your house, the furballs take all of your attention. He’s touch-starved and insecure, so please don’t leave him alone.

Every couple has their fights, but yours are by far the worst. Gyutaro often tries to guilt-trip you by clawing into his skin and blaming you, while you are also pretty manipulative. Either way, both sides’ emotions are dependent on each other.

Now, he would never tell you this, but he grows soft for you. If you run your hands through his hair as you read a book aloud to him and your cats, he is just so in love. I know a lot of you are Gyutaro simps, and he simps right back. Congratulations.

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lilliths-httyd-blog · 1 year

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Why not watch Race to the Edge? We have:

The neurodivergent guy who's just so tired. Threw himself off a cliff once or twice. Likes dragons soooooo much and everyone just rolls with it. His entire life revolves around his hyperfixation (dragons) and it kind of bleeds into everyone elses life.

The neurodivergent guy's best friend cat. Does not like it when neurodivergent guy puts himself in dangerous situations and frequently sasses him for it. Is often seen batting around balls of paper for fun. Has killed an unfathomable amount of people and will kill again.

The token girlfriend who wasn't actually a token girlfriend in the show and had an actual personality and hobbies and insecurities and stuff. Has anger issues and will take it out on the twink at the slightest provocation. Probably more worthy of being chief than the chiefs own heir at this point in time. Secretly feminine. The superior version of this character and everyone loves her.

The twink. Used to be one of the jocks in high school and turned out to be the most flamboyant and feminine of the squad. Wrote a book once. Probably to impress the nerd like he's so gay for the nerd. Loves baby dragons like sooooo much he will cuddle them all day. A little sassypants who pouts and complains a lot. Is not good at following instructions. Will sacrifice life and limb for his friends and almost died for them several times.

The twink's self insert oc. He larps as a Coachella kid. Once fooled the smartest man in the world into thinking he was actually a Coachella kid. Deep in his heart he is just a misunderstood rich white boy.

The nerd. Reads books to the point where the universe decided every almost single one of his spotlight episodes would be a parody of a book. He made dragon trading cards once because he's a fucking nerd. Is probably a licensed doctor and if he's not then nobody's noticed yet. Is a total helicopter parent over his fucking dragon who spews lava and has a tail-bludgeon so who knows whats going on in his head.

The twink made a self insert OC for his boyfriend the nerd and then there were some hypnotism hijinks. I want to see God Complex and Coachella Kid interact so bad.

The resident drag queen. A scholar, philosopher and fashionista who would do a dramatic reading of Dante's Divine Comedy for fun. Has a pet chicken who he has a... questionable relationship with. Has a mace who he also has a... questionable relationship with. Doesn't know how to do math.

The resident pyromaniac. Has literally no fear and will actively dare people to kill her. Has not once been killed so it seems to be working. Will be captured and spend her entire time in captivity mercilessly bullying her captors. Could probably make Ryker Grimborn cry. Made Snotlout cry. Way smarter than she looks and is considered the smarter twin which is insane considering Tuffnut is a known genius.

The incredibly angsty Mary Sue. You either love her or hate her and I love her. Fits every single Mary Sue trope in existence to a T to the point where I feel like it was on purpose. Don't get me wrong though, she's a genuinely compelling character. Emo. I think that she should date Astrid.

#people who only watch the movies confuse me #rtte #httyd #race to the edge #httyd movies

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 1 year

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Can I request Mordecai with a dead gn crush who can visit him in his dreams and can appear as a ghost if he's near/in a near death situation?

And let's say he's in a situation where he would have died but then the reader is like "You're not supposed to be here, I'm sending you back." And he wakes up alive. I think that'd be pretty cool

I wound up putting these two together. I hope neither of you mind.

TW for described gore and brief character death

"MERDE!" Serafine slammed the driver's side door shut and threw the clutch into reverse, the screeching of tires making her pin her ears back against her skull."Merde, merde, MERDE!!"

A large paw gripped Mordecai's own when he tried to speak, to ask her to stay quiet. "Shhh, cher," Nico whispered. "You're gonna be alright."

The constant pain in his abdomen begged to differ. Against his better judgement, he looked down at his stomach—or what was left of it—and groaned as it churned when he was met with the bloody mess of his innards. Nico's paw tightened on his own and the tomcat had a rigid set to his jaw when Mordecai looked to him again, though he still managed an easygoing smile.

"Keep 'im talking!" Serafine snapped. "We all know it's what he likes to do. Ask 'im about 'is—ah...His—'is home life!"

"I'll keep 'im going." Nico's voice was surprisingly level. "You focus on getting us back home."

The car ran over a bump in the road. Mordecai ground his teeth and hissed in anger and pain. Nico steadied him with his free hand, let Mordecai let go of his paw and almost pulled him into his lap.

The car was either much more steady on this side or this cat had enough body mass to make up for the pitiful amount of shock absorbers in the vehicle. Mordecai raised his head and made it onto Nico's shoulder to look out the window. "Where 're we...?"

"Home, cher." Nico's bandaged paw stroked Mordecai's head like he was a frightened kitten. "We're takin' you home to patch you up some. Sit tight, okay?"

Another bump in the road. Mordecai's confused brain tried to grab on to his stomach, to literally hold it in. He moved his head off Nico's shoulder just to lean against it. Everything felt heavy. He was so tired.

"Don't close those green eyes!" Nico's harsh pinch made him flinch. "You stay awake! We're almost there!"

"Wake m' up when we arrive."

"Serafine, pull over! We're losing 'im faster than you can drive!"

Car tires screeched again, this time to a stop. The lights started going out as Nico gathered him into his arms and tried to open the door with his elbow.

Mordecai made it to the grass outside before the world around him disappeared.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't to just suddenly exist in a white void. He could see his paws in front of him, he could feel his cufflinks when he adjusted them, but that was about it: this place was as empty as empty could get.

At least he wasn't in pain anymore. What a way to go; gored and confused. What an ending. Embarrassing.

"Fancy meeting you here."

He glanced around at the familiar voice, his eyes finally landing on a H/C cat standing with their arms crossed. "Y/N?"

"Hey, Heller. What're you doing here?"

Mordecai cleared his throat, then winced and rubbed it. Funny how that started hurting. "Yes, well...Ahem. I had—unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances arise-"

"You died."

"Yes. Like I said, unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances."

Y/N chuckled and walked closer to him, running their claws through their fur in playful exasperation. "Still talkin' like a dictionary, eh?"

"You can still "decode" what I say, it seems."

Y/N shook their head with a smile. For a moment they stood merely eyeing him, a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow in their expression. They looked much more lively from the last time he had seen them in person.

Probably because the last time, they weren't actually alive.

"You're not supposed to be here," they said with a shake of their head. "It's too early. Way, way too early."

"What are you going on about?"

"Your death, Morde." Y/N heaved an exasperated sigh and rubbed their temples. "Augh, I'm getting such a headache just talkin' to you. He's not gonna like this."

"What is—"

"I'm sending you back."

Back? Back to the bloodthirsty Savoy twins who would throw him under a train for a dollar? Back to walking on eggshells, trying to rein those two in with a roll of his eyes and sarcastic quip?

Back to his background mission. Y/N was right, he had to go back.

But first...

"Y/N. May I speak with you for another min—"

"Later." Y/N grabbed his upper arm and almost yanked him off his paws. "Come. Now."

Their no-nonsense tone told him this was not negotiable. The two walked in a hurry, Y/N sometimes glancing off to the side at something Mordecai couldn't see. What where they so afraid of?

They stopped suddenly, making the Tuxedo cat bump into them. They heaved a sigh and turned to him. "There's your way out. Go. Now!"

"I don't see anything."

"Of course you don't. Because why would he make this easy?"

Y/N shoved him ahead of them. His paw caught a doorframe and he braced against it. "Just one more moment! I need to ask you something."

"You're sister's not here, no. You're in Limbo, the in-between bit. Now please would you-"

"Before you passed on," Mordecai spoke over them. "Before the accident. You pulled me aside, you told me there was something urgent that needed my attention. What was it?"

Y/N hesitated. Their ears moved about like little radars before they sighed and folded them back.

"I love you, Mordecai." Their voice was low. "I had for a long time. At that point I finally worked up the nerve to tell you this, but, well...I died before I could. I spent a year waiting for us to meet again, even too early like now; but it's not there anymore, so don't worry about it. Now go home, I'll be watching over you."

They stepped forward and gave him a shove, making him stumble back through the invisible-to-him doorway and start falling.

Good lord, everything hurt. Everything from the abdomen up pounded, throbbed or crackled like electricity. His chest and stomach felt particularly weird, though considering he had died for an unknown amount of time there was small wonder as to why.

Mordecai carefully moved his left arm underneath him and pushed himself up, wincing and biting back a hiss at the discomfort rippling through his stomach when it squished. He rubbed his eyes to get read of the fog clouding his vision, finding himself in a familiar hotel room. A chicken clucked it's way past him, bones hanging from the ceiling glinted in the early-morning lighting and the smell of something he couldn't place was strong enough to make him sneeze.

The Savoys brought him to their apartment. The thought gave him a single drop of relief before he was gripped with fear. What the Hell had Serafine done to him while he was gone?

A fuzzy head suddenly poked into the room from the doorway. Nico gave him an easy smile and opened the door all the way. "Ah, cher, you're awake. How you feel?"

"Fine." Mordecai roughly cleared his throat. Talking was a chore all of a sudden. "Where are my things? I am heading home now."

"Oh no you are not, mon ami." Nico made his way further into the room, closing the door slowly and shoving the chicken away from it with his paw. "You die for twenty minutes, sleep for hours and think you can just leave?"

Mordecai felt his ears press against his head. Nico took a step back, so he either looked like he was going to bite him if he got closer or fearful for his life. The larger tomcat raised his paws in an "I'm innocent" gesture, so Mordecai pinned his hopes on the former.

"Settle down now, cher." Nico moved across from him to sit on the arm of the couch Mordecai was currently taking up residence in. "I am over de moon that you're feelin' fiery, but there is no need to try an' take my head off. My work is around your body, after all. Your filling is nice and snug now."

'My filling?'

Nico smiled wider. His smile faltered when Mordecai's eyes rolled back in his head and he hit the couch again.

Maybe it was a bit too soon to start teasing him about his brush with the maiden of death.

#🖋 mod ille #Oneshot on the Rocks #Mordecai Heller #Serafine Savoy #Nicodeme Savoy #Lackadaisy #lackadaisy reader insert #lackadaisy x reader #mordecai lackadaisy

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obwjam · 7 months

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i humbly present: giant!spider-noir and tiny!peni parker

anons, i am sure you are THRILLED that i am FINALLY getting around to your asks after a... decent amount of time lol and i still dont feel like i'm fully out of my g/t writers block but we take what we can get. everyone please enjoy some long-overdue peni and noir content 🫶

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“Oh, no… kiddo…”

Peni didn’t know what to do. It was like all the air had been sucked from her lungs and her ears were ringing and her brain was going a mile a minute. The tiny girl continued to sob, head in hands, and the imposing figure of Noir could only look down in discomfort, for so many reasons.

First of all, he hated the way Peni looked so helpless and fragile as she simply sat on a tabletop. It was some experiment gone wrong, she told him – as she tried to find a way to retrofit the dimension-hopping bracelets without having to go through HQ, a calculation must have been off, or she just didn’t account for dimensional differences, because she landed right where she wanted to – in Noir’s world – but when she came to, everything was gigantic and she couldn’t handle it.

“I don’t… I don’t believe it… Peni…?”

It was starting to get dark out, but even in the middle of the day, there was no mistaking the flashing colors of the portal ripping open. Noir had sensed it and positioned himself right next to it, but… nobody emerged.

At least that’s what he thought. As he glanced down in deep thought after the portal collapsed in on itself and disappeared, something was nagging at the back of his brain.

Something familiar… intertwined with burning fear.

Peni, for her part, didn’t even know what was going on. Her bracelet showed that she was exactly where she wanted to be – Earth 90214.

So why did everything feel so… heavy?

Maybe it’s because this place was devoid of any color, and that always threw her for a loop. No, no, that’s not it. She’s been here before, and that never truly bothered her beyond the cosmetics. Maybe her calculations were slightly off, and the inter-dimensional journey was particularly taxing this time.

She got to her feet and immediately wobbled, blinking rapidly as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. This is weird… I can’t see a thing.

The first footstep was like thunder. Peni winced, shutting her eyes on instinct as she staggered backwards. The subsequent footsteps were no better, and she soon found herself dizzy as she spun around trying to figure out what was happening.

Noir’s heart lurched at the tiny girl’s reaction. He hated the way she looked so helpless on the ground, and his chest suddenly filled with a cocktail of stress, anger and the pure urge to protect.

Through her disorientation, Peni was able to discern that the dark shadow that was cast over her was suddenly getting darker. The sinking feeling of being loomed over was almost overwhelming her spidey senses, but something told her she had to look up.

She didn’t expect the massive, imposing figure of Spider-Noir to be right in front of her.

Her eyes widened as she realized what was going on. No – no – this can’t be happening – how did this happen! – I – I can’t let him see me like this!

“Peni, wait!” Noir cried as the tiny girl took off, forgetting how loud his voice was to her now. “It’s me, it’s Noir! Wait!”

Peni sprinted as fast as her little legs would take her. No time to look back, she thought. I’ve got to get out of here.

Noir’s heart sank. Peni was clearly desperate to escape. He just couldn’t let her do that. The world was dangerous enough for a normal spider person, but now that one of them could fit in the palm of his hand? It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Peni was so focused on getting out of there that she didn’t notice Noir bending down to snatch her up. It wasn’t until his fingertips practically brushed her back did she notice, and by then, it was too late.

A piercing scream echoed up from Peni, causing Noir to wince as he slowly lifted his tiny friend up from the ground. He cringed at the way she kicked and screamed and punched to try and escape, but he knew he had to do this. He did his best to ignore her protests, plopping her in his palm as gently as he could before curling his fingers over her, shrouding her in darkness.

Inside, Peni was panicking. Logically, being with Noir while she was now tiny was the best possible outcome, but everything about her current situation defied all logic. She desperately hurled her fist at the walls of her new prison, but she simply bounced backwards every time. She wasn’t even sure Noir could feel anything, considering he was wearing thick gloves.

Oh, Noir could feel it. Every small impact against his gloved hand sent a shiver down his spine as he ran back to his hideout. There were so many questions swirling around in his brain – questions he knew Peni would have the answer to… if she could work up the courage to talk.

After what felt like hours of movement, Peni felt Noir lurch to a stop. She swallowed and closed her eyes as light flooded her vision. Once she adjusted, her trembling eyes scanned her surroundings and horror filled her senses. She knew this place, but almost none of it was recognizable. Various weapons and pieces of technology looked positively alien, and almost everything looked like it was capable of killing her in an instant.

Thoroughly terrified and definitely embarrassed, she refused to meet Noir’s gaze as he took a seat and kept his hand hovering above the tabletop. Underneath his mask, Noir’s eyes were flickering to a new thing every few seconds – her panicked eyes, her heavy breathing, the small cuts and bruises she sustained in the crash landing.

“Peni… are… are you okay?” he finally asked. He didn’t want to startle her more than he already had, but even the rumbling of his voice made her cower. She crossed her arms and kept her gaze forward.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to feel when he held her, but now that he had a moment to process the situation, he felt… protective. This was a tiny life he was holding, and he had all the power in this situation. His stomach jumped when he felt her start to tremble. She was at his disposal, and that was terrifying to Noir. He didn’t like thinking of her as helpless, and it was all exacerbated by the fact that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Peni… please… I need you to talk to me.” He tried to conceal his own shaking voice. “Tell me what happened.”

Eventually, she did, but it took a lot of coaxing and a lot of waiting. Peni tried her best to repair her watch, but she was trying to exhaust every single option at her disposal to avoid having to admit what she did to Miguel. Noir did what he could to help, but mostly, he would just keep Peni company and reassure her that everything was going to be fine.

Today, things were not fine.

It had been nearly a month that Peni had been stuck like this, and it was starting to weigh down on her. She lay awake on the makeshift bed that Noir had made for her, staring up at the ceiling that was impossibly far away. Noir was off on a mission, and he insisted that she wasn’t allowed to come with him. It was too dangerous.

So she was alone.

For some reason, it felt worse today than any other day. She was tired – tired from working nonstop, tired at having to look up at everything, tired from trying to keep it together. She didn’t even get a good night’s sleep last night because, as much as he hates to admit it, Noir snores.

That, and she just had another nightmare.

She was in distress, couldn’t Noir see that? She thought it was obvious. Maybe he really didn’t notice, or he pretended not to because it made him uncomfortable. Like this whole thing didn’t make Peni uncomfortable! Why did he have to go on that stupid mission? She needed him here.

For the next hour, with her hands folded on top of her stomach, Peni lay there, staring, thinking. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see Noir’s gloved hand completely encompassing her vision and she grew smaller and smaller in its presence. The one person she felt that she could count on was a hundred times her size and could kill her in an instant. As much as she tried to take her mind off of everything, the same thing kept echoing in her head: My dad would know what to do.

She barely noticed when Noir returned, twisting gracefully down the pole from above ground and landing with a thud that normally would have made her jump. The spider giant brushed off his coat and glanced over at the tabletop, dismayed to see Peni still laying in bed.

He padded over and bent down to her height, squinting to see if she was awake or asleep.

“Hey, kiddo…” he said softly, afraid of startling her. “You, uh… you alright?”

To Noir’s surprise, Peni rolled over and glared at him before emphatically flipping around so her back was now facing him.

Noir’s eyes widened. It was moments like these that reminded him that she was just a teenager.

“Is... something bothering you?”

Peni didn’t answer, which was effectively an answer.

Noir racked his brain. It wasn’t like he had extensive experience dealing with teenage girls at a normal height. “Do you, uh… do you want to… talk about it?”

Peni let out a small humph, which just made Noir’s heart leap.

“Come on, kid, you can talk to me, you know that.”

Peni was utterly embarrassed, but she had no choice. It wasn’t like she could walk away. Slowly, she turned back toward Noir, whose expression brightened underneath his mask when her tiny, delicate eyes met his. Peni’s cheeks flushed red as she sat up and crossed her arms in protest.

“There. You happy now?”

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” Noir asked, trying to sound genuine but instead sounding accusatory. A full day out in the field certainly wasn’t helping.

Peni was dumbfounded. “Oh, nothing, I’m just stuck like this and I don’t know how to fix it and I’m – I’m all alone!”

Noir felt a pang in his heart. “Alone? You… you have me.”

“You’re off on missions all the time, though!”

“Well, yeah! I have a job to do! I’m sorry, Peni, I… I can’t just stay home all the time because you want me to!”

Tears began to prick the corner of Peni’s eyes. Why was she so angry?

“It–it doesn’t matter, okay? Forget I said anything! You’re – you’re not my father, and you never will be!”

Both spider people gasped. Noir never thought of himself as her father – after all, he was only 19 years old, so he was more like an older brother. But he always felt this connection to Peni, however inexplicable, given the respective dimensions they each come from. He had this… insatiable need to protect her from the inherent trauma that all spider people experienced. Like he could shield her from all the pain he once went through. He almost forgot that he really couldn’t do that.

Once the first tear fell, the floodgates burst open. She could barely hear Noir go “Oh, no… kiddo…” from high above her, watching helplessly as the girl he saw as family was breaking down because of him.

“Peni, I…” Noir was at a loss for words. Consoling people was not really his strong suit. But something told him that right now, she didn’t need to be lectured at or reprimanded. She needed comfort.

Peni let out a small gasp when she suddenly felt herself being lifted. Noir had gently cupped his hands around her shaking form and, ever so slowly, brought her over to his chest and held her close.

The low drumming of Noir’s heartbeat was enough to snap Peni back to reality. She looked around to confirm that yes, she was being cupped in his hands and yes, he was holding her by his heart.

“It’s okay, kiddo. I gotcha,” his deep voice rumbled from above. The sound waves traveled with ease though his body and into hers, giving her a sense of grounding and warmth that enveloped her like a blanket.

With shaking hands, she was able to wipe the tears from her face until they no longer fell. She allowed the rhythm of his heartbeat to calm her down, and she felt her trembling begin to subside, too. Soon, she had brought her legs up to her chest and curled into Noir’s fingers, allowing herself to melt into his palms.

Noir had to bite his tongue to keep from awwwing.

They sat in silence for a while, with Peni focusing on her breathing and Noir trying his best not to move. Eventually, he felt her stretch out and twist up to look at him.

“Thanks, Noir,” she squeaked, barely audible even to him. “For being here for me.”

“Anytime, kid,” he said back lowly. “Look, uh. I know I’m not the best with… uh…”

“Feelings?”

Noir chuckled. “Yeah. Those. But, you know, you can come to me anytime… about anything. And you don’t have to talk, if you want, but –”

“–Noir,” she cut him off with a chuckle of her own. “I get it.”

“Oh. Good, good.” He fell into a comfortable silence. “Would you, uh, would you like to go lay down? On the couch?”

“I’d… I’d love to,” Peni replied between yawns.

Peni lightly bounced to the rhythm of Noir’s footsteps until the two were settled on the couch with no more words to be said. It was hard for her to realize but Peni wasn’t alone – she had Noir. Sure, she was somehow four inches tall in this universe, and the sheer darkness and drab of his dimension was in stark contrast to her entire existence… but she had someone to care for her, even if it wasn’t the exact way her dad did it.

That was new for her. But she could get used to that.

#you guys dont understand how bad this writers block has been #like i have so many ideas but it's like my brain cant focus on putting them into words #but i'm just glad i was able to get this together after like a week lol #we can never have enough spiderverse content frankly #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #spider noir #peni parker #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Hiya there erin, i was wondering if you could sprinkle some angst and more tension in the single mom universe where little ones bio father comes back on the scene and suddenly wants to be involved, like this puts steves back up a little cause by damn she is his weather he is related biologically or not . Snd single mom is in a bit of a sticky situation because she wants to give a chance to little ones bio father but dosent want to hurt steve - some worried and insecure steve potentially? ❤️❤️ love anon

Man, you anons sure think alike! I have two other similar requests where baby daddy returns, so I’ll be combining them as they all will make a good combo, I think. I’ll be combining yours and these two (hopefully that’s alright!):

This will also take place within the first year of reader and Steve’s relationship making baby roughly a year to 18 months, just for story purposes. Thus, I introduce you to the deadbeat dad named Trent (no offense to anyone named that, just thought it sounded like a douchebag-y enough name lol)

The Return of The Baby Daddy

Steve Harrington x Reader

(This is a full length fic that takes place in the Dad!Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader universe)

Your head was pounding, a dull pain settling between your eyes. But nothing was as annoying as the living, breathing headache you were dealing with now.

Or the situation you were in.

Standing in front of you were two men, your past and present currently colliding in a situation you’d hoped never to happen.

Your ex-boyfriend and speed donor—or biological dad, if you wanted to get technical—stood and glowered at your current boyfriend, Steve Harrington. He glared right back at him.

The amount of male ego being flaunted in just the withering glares right now was permeating the room. You could feel how territorial Steve was of you, not that you blamed him, he had every right to. But, if he were a dog, you were sure he’d be peeing on you right about now, claiming his territory.

“What do you want, Trent?” you sighed, already exhausted with this conversation.

“I want to see my child,” he sneered, looking at you like you had the audacity to ask why he was here.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve stiffen.

“Oh that’s rich,” he snorted.

“I hate to inform you, but you’re a little late for the birth. Like nearly eighteen months late,” you said sternly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Thankfully, your baby was taking a nap and you had no intention of letting him see her. He didn’t deserve the right to.

“Look, I know I screwed up. But I have rights to my child you know,” he argued.

“You didn’t even stay around long enough to earn any rights! Do you even know if you have a son or daughter?” you asked.

“I know, I know,” he said emphatically, “But I’ve had a change of heart, I want to be involved in his or her life.”

“I think you threw that privilege away the moment you left her, pregnant and scared,” Steve said.

You’d never seen your kind, caring boyfriend look so angry. Or so mean.

Trent glanced over at Steve, almost dismissively which you knew did nothing but fuel Steve’s anger further.

“Who’s the pretty boy?”

“Steve,” you emphasized his name for good measure, “Is my boyfriend.”

Trent’s eyes did a once over of Steve, clearly amused.

“I’m shocked, Y/N. He doesn’t really seem to be your type.”

“Yeah, it is shocking. Because he isn’t an asshole like you were and he actually knows how to treat me and my child well,” you defended.

Trent had no right to attack Steve like that and you refused to let him get away with that.

“I’m the kid’s father!” he protested.

“Some father,” Steve huffed.

“You got a problem, man?” Trent asked, glaring even harder at Steve.

“Yeah, I do. You don’t get to waltz back in here over a year after your child was born and think you have rights when you left the mother of your child the second things got tough. She was barely a few months pregnant and she had to do it all by herself. Give birth, have a newborn. It took her a long time to accept help, even from me because she’s a damn better parent than you’ll ever be,” Steve ranted.

Trent’s mouth tightened, clearly trying to reign in the anger he felt then turned to look at you.

“Can we talk in private please?”

“No. Hell no. Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of me,” Steve said, arms crossed.

“Steve stays,” you said, “He has every right to hear what you have to say. He’s as much as a parent as I am to your daughter.”

“You had a girl?” Trent asked.

You could’ve laughed. He was so out of touch with the entire situation it was actually comical.

“Yes, Trent. You have a daughter, even though I would say that extremely loosely. She’s almost 18 months old, can walk and talk. She’s the light of my life and thankfully looks nothing like you. She would have no idea who you were if she met you right this moment. You’d just be another stranger.”

His hands tightened into fists.

“What, you playing family with this guy then? Thinking that my kid is his and you all just live happily ever after?”

“Steve has been a better father to her than you ever have been and ever will be.”

You refused to back down. You knew you couldn’t count on Trent.

“What, she calls you daddy?” Trent asked, getting a bit too close to Steve for your liking.

“No, she doesn’t. But I love her like she’s my own. I wish she was my own,” Steve practically hissed the last sentence, “Cause I know damn well I’d treat her better than you ever could. I know I sure as hell treat Y/N better.”

Trent was in Steve’s face now.

“I am not letting some pretty boy douchebag raise my child. Or call him daddy.”

Steve put a hand on his chest, trying to stop him from further advancing.

“You need to back off.”

“Why should I?”

“I think you should leave,” Steve said firmly.

That was when he threw the first punch. No, not Steve. Trent punched the fuck out of Steve.

You shrieked, not being able to process what was happening.

He staggered back, righting himself before he could fall to the floor. He lunged for Trent, getting in a hit of his own. It was turning into a full on brawl in the middle of your living room.

“Steve, stop! Steve, please,” you begged, trying to pull him away.

They ignored you and you were sent crashing to the floor, falling on your behind by an arm that was shot out. You had no idea if it was Steve’s or Trent’s.

That was when you realized Trent was absolutely pummeling Steve and he was slumped against the wall, hardly fighting back at all. He had a black eye, bloodied nose and split lip.

“Trent! Stop it! You’re hurting him!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs, terrified for Steve. Miraculously, you managed to pull the other man off him.

Everything else afterwards was a blur of emotions, mainly concern for Steve, worry for your daughter who had woken up from all the screaming, screaming crying herself and absolute anger.

Although at the moment, you had no idea which man you were more angry with.

•

Steve woke with a groan. Every fiber of his being hurt. It felt like a safe had fallen on his face.

He opened his eyes and saw he was laying on the couch, head in your lap and you were holding an ice pack to his face. The asshole from earlier was nowhere to be seen.

“You’re an idiot,” was the first thing you said to him.

“What happened?” he groaned, trying to sit up.

You helped him into a sitting position, handing him the ice pack to hold on his own.

“Trent beat the shit out of you. Why didn’t you just walk away? What if the baby had seen you like that? She’d been terrified!”

“I’m sorry,” he winced, the pain he felt coming in sharp bursts, “But I wasn’t going to let him stand there, all high and mighty, thinking he has a right to storm in here and make demands. Especially after the awful way he treated you. We both know I’m her father in all the ways that matter.”

Your silence seems disconcerting to him.

“What? You’re not telling me something, I can tell by the look on your face,” he said.

“Trent and I talked when you were knocked out. He wants to make an effort to get to know her and be a part of her life.”

“You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“Steve,” you sighed, much too tired now to deal with an argument with him as well.

“No, don’t “Steve” me. He hasn’t been around a day in her life. He decided being a father wasn’t going to mess up his life and left you when you were three months pregnant. He missed her first kicks, watching her grow inside of you, her birth, her crawling, her first words, her walking! Her fucking first birthday.”

Steve ticked off each one on his fingers, angrily. He was absolutely furious and you knew he had every right to be, but you knew this was something you had to do, you owed it to your daughter.

“I know, I know,” you said.

“Then why are you letting him back in with just a slap on the wrist? He does not deserve to know what a joy that little girl is.”

“Because I owe it to her. What if I were to say no and it’s a huge mistake that I end up regretting in my life? Or she ends up hating me for because I never gave him the chance to know her. I owe it to him if he truly wants to get to know his child.”

“You owe him nothing!” he shouted, jumping to his feet.

“Shh! I just got her back to sleep,” you warned, peeking down the hall towards the nursery.

He continued, although a notch quieter this time.

“He has done nothing to prove to you that he deserves to be a father to her.”

“Yeah, except make her,” you replied sarcastically, “He’s the one that got me pregnant Steve, not you.”

You both knew it was a true fact, something that hadn’t been a big deal before. Perhaps it was the heightened emotions and anger behind your words that stopped him cold. His jaw tensed, as tense as the rest of him was.

“Yeah, I know. She’s not mine. Thank you for reminding me,” his voiced was laced with anger and hurt.

“Steve, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Whatever. Do what you want.”

He shook his head, heading down the hallway to your bathroom.

He slept on the couch that night while you slept in a cold, empty bed.

•

Things had been tense between you and Steve for the entire week. You’d planned a visit for Trent to come meet your daughter and you were getting her ready for the little play date.

“One of mommy’s friends is coming over to meet you today, isn’t that exciting?”

She ignored you, continuing to jabber in her baby talk, lost in her own world for the moment.

Steve had ignored you most of the week. You’d just moved in with him not long ago, but you felt like a ghost in the house. It almost felt like living with a stranger.

You’d had plenty of fights before, sure, but never one so badly that it went on so long. Maybe it was because it involved your daughter as well, this time.

What you didn’t know about was the turmoil of a storm that was wrecking havoc in Steve’s mind.

Steve was so mad at himself. He regretted what he’d said to you, how he’d ended things in that argument, that he’d walked away angry.

Even though he’d meant what he said about Trent, he should’ve been more supportive of you, not alienating you for just trying to do the right thing. What he didn’t want to admit was the deep feelings of jealousy and inadequacy he was feeling.

Not only did he feel threatened by Trent’s presence when it came to his relationship to your daughter, he felt threatened by him when it came to you. After all, you shared a child with him. That was something deep and intimate, a connection he didn’t have with you. That was a link to someone forever, even if they weren’t in the picture.

He knew he wasn’t your little girl’s true father, but how he wished he was. He adored her so much and he was afraid of losing her, losing you, to him.

He watched from the doorway quietly as you got her dressed for the planned play date you’d arranged with Trent when he’d been at the house last week.

Remorse stirred in his gut simultaneously as the love did in his heart. He loved you two so much and would do anything to protect you two. Apparently being an idiot was part of that.

He cleared his throat before speaking, the action drawing your attention.

“Do you need any help?” he asked.

“Do you mind taking her to the living room and setting up some toys for her? Trent should be here soon.”

He nodded, taking her and walking to the living room. Not long later, you joined him.

He was on the floor playing with her as the minutes ticked by.

Then an hour.

Then two.

Afternoon bled into evening, into night. Your little girl had played, had a nap, a snack, cuddles with Steve, dinner and now a bath and Trent had never showed.

It was only after you’d sent Steve off with her to read her a bedtime story when the phone rang.

You rolled your eyes, listening to the person on the other line and what they had to say.

Steve had just walked into the room, catching the tail end of your conversation. He’d been kind enough to not say a word about the absence of Trent, all day.

“Yeah, well do me a favor and tell him to fuck off. Oh and never to bother us again.”

You hung up the phone, maybe with a bit too much attitude as the receiver clanged into the phone rest.

“What was that about?” Steve asked, brows raised.

“That,” you sighed, “Was me being an idiot and you being right.”

He cocked his head, not following.

“That was a buddy of Trent’s. He met some girl and they’re currently on their way to Florida to take a cruise and swim with sharks or some shit. He told his buddy to let me know,” you shook your head, crossing your arms, sighing, “I should’ve known that he didn’t care about his kid. He never did. He just wanted to come around, pretend like he was the dad of the year and never show his face again. I told his friend to tell him not to bother us again. You were right, he doesn’t deserve to be in her life. Or mine. I don’t have time for childish shit like that.”

Steve pulled your arms apart, pulling you into his arms.

“I didn’t want to be right. In fact, I’m sorry. About everything. Him. Me fighting him. Getting into a fight with you. Walking away angry. Giving you the cold shoulder. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

He closed his eyes, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I never meant to hurt you,” you whispered into Steve’s chest.

“I have a confession to make,” he said, pulling back to look down into your face, “I was afraid I wasn’t a good enough father to her. Or boyfriend to you. I was afraid he’d take you both away from me.”

“That’s impossible. We love you and only you,” you chuckled, “You’re the best boyfriend and father to her, ever. Thank you for sticking up for us.”

He smiled, kissing you on the nose, then kissing you for real.

You whispered your next statement against his lips.

“You’re all we need, Steve.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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fr0gg3rrr · 1 month

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My first fanfic on here so apologies for anything wrong. I’ve only stalked other fics, never posted myself.

Inspired by Adelaide’s voice line: “John Seed hunched over his map getting a hard-on by the sound of his own voice …” she’s literally me, I need him carnally. It’s been years and I think about him 24/7 (I’m supposed to be working on midterms help.)

John Seed x Fem!Deputy. CW: smut - dirty talk, radio sex, masturbation (m).

Night descended onto the Valley, crickets sang their sharp tune outside the concrete walls of the bunker. Peggies had long since stopped pacing the halls, preparations for the sabbath now over, a good night's rest being the last thing on their checklist.

But for one John Seed, sleep was the last thing on his mind.

Static echoed over his radio, body leaning against the table adorned with gashes and crevasses from the many times he ran a blade over the once fine wood. His fingers traced over his tattoo gun anxiously, one hand reaching to grab the handset.

“Can someone fucking answer me? Huh? You better not get a single scratch on one of my planes!” He shouted over the comms, fingers trembling with the sheer amount of anger that flowed through his veins. These were the chosen, the best pilots out of the entire congregation?

What a joke.

He slammed the hand radio back on the table at the answer of static. He had sent out three planes, none responded. There was no way she could’ve taken them all down, was there?

He didn’t turn at the sound of the door opening behind him, nor at one of his Peggie’s asking if he was okay. No, instead he stayed hunched over the table, seething. He gripped the handle of his tattoo gun now, his knuckles turning white. This was the last thing he needed, a lowly cultist practically cooing over a Herald like he was a child.

Grasping the gun, he turned and threw it at the wall beside whatever Peggie decided to have a shred of decency to check on him, shouting expletives as they hurriedly left and shut the door. The tool now lay on the ground, broken into two pieces.

A sigh fell from his lips as he stood up straight, standing there for a moment and observing what he had broken. Wrath. Joseph would be upset if he saw his little brother like this. Slicking back any strands that fell from his perfect hair, he grabbed the pieces of his precious tattoo gun.

“Holy shit, is this thing still working?”

He tensed at the sound of a familiar someone speaking over his radio. The audacity of her, did she not know she had a direct line to the youngest Seed? He wasn’t in the mood for her voice to be crooning over his comms.

“Sharky get over here, lay down a beat I’m gonna start spitting.”

He heard her laugh, almost as if she was carefree, opposite to how she had cried when he straddled her, carving her sin into her flesh for her to adorne, to show everyone what a sinner she was. Her own personalized scarlet letter. She was such a beautiful crier, if he could have bottled up her tears and kept them forever he would’ve.

He traced his fingers over the gun once more, this time not in a bid to calm himself down, but out of reminiscence. How he had held it tight as the two of them sat on the floor of that church, how he had grabbed her chin when she awoke, how she thrashed and cried and almost ruined her perfect carving. Now he had gone and broken it.

Somewhere between Henbane River’s resident pyromaniac making noises that could barely be considered beatboxing and the Deputy poorly rhyming ‘Bliss’ and ‘diss,’ he interjected.

“Ah- now that’s not very nice, is it, Deputy?”

He was met with not the deafening sound of static, but silence this time. For a moment, he thought she had run at the sound of his voice, he would’ve relished in that thought had she not been the only thing keeping him sane. Ironic.

“I save my kindness for people who deserve it, Seed.” The playfulness didn’t leave her voice as she shooed Sharky away, her companion rolling his eyes and probably leaving to go to the pizza diner. Privacy when talking to John Seed was a must, she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed over teasing him.

“I don’t deserve it? I’m a fairly good person.” He scoffed, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he moved from tracing his tattoo gun to tracing the map pinned to the table in front of him.

“Kidnapping, torture, murder, that’s all being a good person to you?”

“You call it that because you’re blind to the good intentions of Eden’s Gate. Do you take joy in misinterpreting our mission to save sinners?”

“I-unno. Is there a sin for that too? Gonna carve that into my skin and stare at my tits while you’re at it?”

He could hear the smirk in her voice, how she teased and played with him. He would carve every sin onto her skin if he had the chance, if Joseph would let him. Pride for her unwillingness to see the truth, Envy and Greed for her taking of the compounds that belong to the cult, Sloth for sending her resistance companions to do her bidding, Gluttony for the alcohol she consumed to wash away what she had seen. And Lust, for the feelings she incited in him.

“I never stared at your breasts.”

“Do you like being a fucking liar?”

Her tone was rougher, the only time he had heard her speak to him like that was when Hudson was tied to a chair in front of her, his bunker dark and dingy as it was her decision to choose between who got marked first. When she spoke to him like he was nothing but a bug underneath her boot, when he had to take Hudson out of the room and fix the problem growing in his pants.

“Fuck.”

He didn’t mean to slip, to let her know the absolute power she had over him. Ever since he saw her in the church, when she handcuffed his brother and attempted to arrest him, he knew it was over for him.

Every thought he had belonged to her, every waking moment and every dream was hers. He was pathetic, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Fuck? Use your words, John.” She was using his name now, not just resorting to his surname. She was playing into every fantasy that ran through his head, how had he gone years without her? “I’ll ask you again. Do you like being a fucking liar?”

“Mm- no- i'm not a liar-… cmon, where are you?” He whined out softly, tugging on his ‘EG’ belt buckle. His pants had grown uncomfortably tight without his permission.

“Why would I tell you? So you can send your Peggie’s after me again? I don’t think so.”

He bit his bottom lip, cursing himself mentally. He stood up straight, running his hand through his hair exasperatedly, dark blue eyes trailing down to the LUST marking he had over his lower stomach. He was reduced to nothing more than a filthy sinner now.

“It’s a day before the Sabbath, Deputy. Please don’t talk to me like this.”

“Like what? Ohh… are you getting hard at the sound of my voice?”

She was awfully perceptive, though he wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear the metallic clinking of his belt buckle as he shedded it from its loops with one hand. He needed some kind of release.

“Fucking -… cmon, don’t do this to me.” His voice was soft and pleading over the radio, something she had never heard from him. He seemed so needy, the way his breath picked up, the small pants that escaped his pretty lips. She could only imagine how he looked now.

“A day before the sabbath just means you can atone tomorrow, doesn’t it? Cmon, I know you wanna be a good boy f’me.”

God, he tensed at her words. Fingers greedily grabbing at his pants, playing with them till they pooled at his ankles, tattooed fingers massaging the fabric of his blue boxers, a small patch darker than the rest as his precum stained the polyester.

She had power over him, and she knew it too.

“Hnmm - keep ta-talking please…”

“God, you really are pathetic aren’t you? First Herald of Eden’s Gate whimpering for the resistance leader over his peggies radio.”

His head buried against the crook of his arm that rested on the beaten up table. Pretty blue eyes fluttered shut as his fingers delicately wrapped around his angry red tip. Dick gently throbbing in his hand at her words.

John Seed, deemed the most sadistic out of the entire fucking cult, reduced to a whiny, submissive mess from the Deputys harsh tone. If anyone found out about this, he’d never be able to live it down.

Soft spouts of precum dripped over his fingers as he pumped his aching cock, a small layer spread over his flesh. What a pathetic display, what a man to let lust consume him once more. He felt like he was that Lawyer again, hopped up on cocaine and whiskey just to give him a nice buzz. But now, he had the Deputy, and she was better then any substance he had had before.

“Don’t f-fucking stop.” How many times had he said that years ago? How many women had made him feel like this? His years before reuniting with Joseph were a blur, but he remembered the longing feeling he felt. Different was he now, but still pining for something out of his reach. “When I-I get you I’m going to-“

His words were cut off by a pathetic whine as his hand slicked back from his tip, starting on the base and pumping his throbbing member. How pretty she would look with her lips wrapped around him, her eyes all teary as she took him down her throat.

“Gonna what? Finish your sentence, baby.”

Gonna coat your mouth, make you cry for me like you had in that church. He wanted to say, wanted to flip it around on her, make her cover his fingers with her arousal. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. John Seed was a taker, and right now he was too caught up in his pleasure.

His cock was throbbing uncomfortably in his hand, veins flowing with blood, he felt close and he had barely started, but the sound of her voice could make him cum in his hand in an instant. He bit his bottom lip, attempting to swallow the weak whines and moans that threatened to spill from him for her, though most escaped anyways.

Soft, pathetic ‘please’s we’re all he could respond with, they fell from his lips like a prayer - one only she could hear. He was good, good for her, he deserved to cum in his hand, didn’t he?

“Hmm after all you put me through, I think a good apology would be a nice way to end this, don’t you?”

He could practically hear the delight in her voice as she noticed how close he was, she reveled in the fact she had brought him to his knees through her tone alone. He was putty in her hands, molded and contorted into a submissive shape.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m sorry-“

He whined out, back arching from the wooden desk as his hand pumped faster around his aching cock. A soft ‘tsk’ came over the radio waves, causing another whine to fall from his lips. “Cmon - i-i said sorry-“

“You pray with that mouth? Again. Lose the swearing.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!”

“There you go, that’s a good boy.”

He moaned at her words, legs trembling slightly. One, two, three more pumps and he absolutely came undone. Ropes of cum messing his hands and the concrete floor below him, a panting and whining mess of a man as he stroked himself till he was empty.

When he lifted his head and the cool air of the bunker hit his flushed cheeks, the clarity set in. He had just fucked himself with his hand over the Deputy of all people; all on his radio. Hurriedly, he pulled up his boxers and jeans, wiping up the mess on the floor and on his hands with a towel.

The familiar sound of static from the radio setting in once more. She must’ve destroyed what was left of the plane. What a fucking mess.

A congregation was held the next morning in Joseph’s church, bells ringing above sung for the holy day, John made his way past Jacob and Faith to his seat behind the podium. Faith was giggling about something or another, probably high off bliss, and Jacob was scowling at him slightly.

“I know you were always the youngest, but I didn’t think you’d be so weak, Brother. Even Faith has more resolve then you.”

#john seed #far cry 5 #john seed x deputy #john seed x female deputy #smut #i need him so fucking bad #omg #</3

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jayceflwrs · 2 years

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Hey?

Vance X Y/n

Y/n was just a normal person walking to school one day. That one day was so so fucking bad from there on out. Y/n just had to fucking bump into Pinball Vance Hopper.

The amount of harassment Y/n has to go threw daily is just something else.

now on to the actual fanfic :)

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You were just walking home one day, like always the curly blonde starts walking up behind you with his goons. You known it was him cause you can just feel the anger in his steps. Obviously.

You start jolting for your life like always, but this one time you decided to actually run faster. The curly blonde and his goons start running after you, but for some reason they stopped this time letting you get away.

After you get to your house and up to your room, where it’s obviously safe from the blonde.

“well shit I’m definitely getting beaten the shit out of tomorrow” you say while changing into different clothes and laying down. You start to drift off after awhile in your head and listening to some records that your step (mom/dad, or any parental figure) gave you.

You wake up in a daze forgetting what happened just yesterday. You start to get ready for school. You see Finn and Gwen coming out of their houses so you decide to walk up and join them on their way to school. “hey guys, what’s up?” you say oblivious to the shock on their faces. “oh you’re alive? i thought vance and his goons of friends would’ve beaten you up yesterday, you know, on time for schedules for once?” He says with a sly smile, Gwen pushes his shoulder “hey don’t say that, anyways I heard vance has a thing for someone at school, I feel bad for whatever fuck knuckle that is”, “well I’m hoping it’s not none of us” you say with a laugh, a loud laugh attracting attention to yourself you see the certain blonde you were just talking about turn around with a really irritated face.

“Oh shit” you all three say almost at the same time.

Vance starts to come up to you. He pulls you up by your shirt “bitch stop fucking laughing so loud it’s annoying, no one fucking likes you, Kay?” He says with the most angry tone.you could tell he hated you, or so you thought, you don’t really know.

“what are you gonna do kiss me? that would really be disgusting you know? I don’t know how many herpes you got from sleeping around with half of the girls.. but I don’t want them y’know?” you say in a confident voice, for once you wish you never open your mouth to begin with.

He punches you straight in the jaw and drops you on the ground, “fucking stupid bitch” he says in a way that you think could be him nervous but no one besides his family has saw him nervous. After the incident he walks away with his friends behind him as always

Gwen and Finn help you up. You automatically feel the amount of pain shoot threw your body, it’s not like he hasn’t done worse but again your body just got use to not being a punching bag after a day.

“you know it’s actually quite funny how he treats me, out of everyone he specifically chose me, and yet he beats on me the most” I chuckle under my breath. “Maybe you’re the girl he likes?” Gwen says In a sarcastic tone,Finn pinches her arm “HEY?” Gwen whisper screams at Finn “what?” He says looking around, noticing Robin he starts walking towards him.

While you get to school you notice everyone’s already in the halls and going to classes. You get your stuff for first period and go to sit down. You noticed after probably ten minutes Vance is just staring at you, he starts to write something down on a piece of paper and rolls it into a ball and throws it at you.

you uncrumble it and read it, “hey I’m sorry can we talk after school?..<3” you read it and scoff, you know he’s gonna set you up to just get fucking beaten again. you write “no thanks lol :)” and fold it neatly before placing it on his desk while walking by. He automatically starts to open it.. he reads it for a moment, then he started staring at it? no no, he’s reading it? maybe he actually wanted to talk? That’s actually unusual of vance he never wanted to actually talk. He only felt anger towards you.

After a few periods it was finally lunch. As you started to get seated down you notice Vance is still looking at you. “hey this is weird but Vance wanted you to have this” some random guy came up and gave you a note obviously from Vance, sadly.

You open it and it says “I know I may seem like a dick but I earned this reuptaion meet up with me at the park I promise no one else will come be there or I’ll actually beat the shit out of you,mkay?” you scoff and toss it in the trash. Hoping he got the gesture, it seems like he did cause after he stopped looking at paying attention to you overall. No more beatings,stare downs,chases, no nothing. You guess he really wanted to talk.

After three weeks, you finally go up to the door of his house knowing he’d be there.

Knock

Knoc-

The knocking of your fists get cut off by the curly blonde. Vance.

“Hey?” He says

“Hey..” you say

#the black phone #gwen the black phone #vance the black phone #vance hopper x reader #pinball vance #vance hopper #finney blake #finneyblackphone

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saiyanmazen · 5 months

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Your fiery nature

Another Vegebul ficlet written for the Vegebulocracy's D&D event. I would've finished it yesterday, but I've been struck down by a virus.

The prompt I used for this is obviously rage. This piece is rated somewhere between T and M. Nothing explicit or sexual, but very direct about the topic of sex.

Can also be read here on AO3.

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Vegeta didn't think he would ever have anything in common with the Earthlings. He knew there were similarities between him and Kakarot given their shared race, but he'd been more than disappointed by how corrupted the third class Saiyan had been by the humans. There was very little of his heritage in his blood, beside the physical attributes he reaped the benefits of.

No, there wasn't anyone on this forsaken planet that could measure up to the Prince of All Saiyans.

Or so he'd thought.

The first time he felt the strange sense of kinship was when Baldy was visiting the compound. The small so-called warrior (although Vegeta begrudgingly admitted that he was the only one he carried a tiny amount of respect for - he had at least been ready to kill Vegeta until Kakarot stopped him) hadn't turned his back to Vegeta the entire time he was there; a good instinct to be honest. The midget's fear of him was justified. The Prince was the most dangerous being in the entire universe.

He hadn't paid attention to the conversation, only watched as the Earthlings interacted with each other. Maybe it could prove useful in the future. But it appeared that Baldy said something to the woman that made her angry. Her voice rose to mind-boggling shrillness as her eyes threw daggers at the midget and her mouth spewed the most heinous things at him.

The tiny man was quick to respond, backing away in fear of her wrath, and actually turned his back to Vegeta, leaving him open to attack. In fact, the bald man backed directly into Vegeta where he was leaning against the wall. Baldy didn't even flinch when he felt himself collide with the genocidal alien, still keeping his attention on the furious woman.

Vegeta was frankly offended. Why was a warrior afraid of a person as weak as her? She practically had no ki at all.

He pushed the midget to the side, possibly through the wall, and approached the hysterical female. Her rage was no match to his and, though he'd given his word that he would do no harm to her and her family, he wasn’t going to let her behave this way in front of him. Her screeching was awful to his ears and her language some of the foulest he'd heard in his life, but he would stop her. He shouted with all his might that she better shut up right this instant.

She quieted a moment, her blue eyes zeroing on him with blinding white rage, and then she directed everything at him. Her ferocity shocked him and, even as he returned her fire, she didn't back down, not once.

He'd never experienced anything like it. No one, even Frieza, had ever spoken to him like that. But he suddenly found something in another that he could relate to: an intense and burning rage.

She was magnificent. A wildfire hidden right beneath the surface of her deceptively weak appearance. In spite of the insults he flung at her, he was enchanted by her fiery nature.

After their fight somehow came to an end (which might have ended with him walking away in anger after she'd threatened to dismantle the gravity room), he felt invigorated in a whole new way. He knew that he would never look at her the same way again.

It quickly became clear to him that it wasn't just Baldy who feared the force of her wrath. Her little boytoy lost all his (unearned) bravado whenever her temper spiked, Kakarot would immediately do his best to placate her and even the Namekian was quick to disappear at signs of her nasty behavior.

Vegeta could never act so cowardly. He stood his ground and gave back, making her rage flare to almost explosive levels. It caused a strange sensation in him, an attraction to her that he eventually acknowledged had something to do with his Saiyan genes. The women of his race had been fierce and unafraid of even the greatest warrior, no matter how inferior their strength was. And Bulma’s steely gaze and cutting words made him feel more at home than he ever had before.

He began seeking her out, goading her into fight after another, relishing the sparks flickering between them as they exchanged blows.

It inevitably became physical, albeit in a way he was unfamiliar with. Not that it stopped any of them from pursuing this new passionate dance. They wrestled for dominance every time and it blew his mind every time. It drew him even more to her, much to his chagrin.

Over the time spent together, they learned not to come to blows at every turn. It took the birth of their infant child and the death of their future son for them to find a peaceful co-existence. They still argued, often to the point that the other inhabitants would clear out for a while until the dust had settled. It was usually after they'd aggressively worked things in a physical manner.

At times they'd be forced to put their quarrels to the side. Those were his favorites. She would pounce at him at an unexpected moment, push him into the mattress, a wall or wherever she attacked, wrath burning in her eyes, and put her whole body into releasing that anger at him. She would move like a wild beast, scratch and bite at him, pull his hair and even yell at him while they both reached the peak.

She was glorious, a true Queen worth of any throne, passionate and strong in all ways that mattered. He was lucky to have found a woman whose temper could match his own if not outdo him. After all, her rage could even make a god cower in fear. And Vegeta wouldn't have it any other way.

#Vegebulocracy D&D #bulma #vegeta #vegebul #dragon ball z #vegebul fanfic #dbz fanfiction #other tags probably

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caramel1mochi · 9 months

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Trouble in Paradise! Gekko x Reader [Sample]

Heya again! I'm back, and this time with a quick story!

This isn't a request or anything like that, it's something quick that's been burning in my head for months but I had nowhere to post it that I wrote to introduce myself again, but this time with a banger! I hope you enjoy it!!

I'll still be working on requests, this is just the appetiser before the main courses, if you catch my drift. Anyway, I hope you have a good read! Oh, and don't mind the wonkiness. Tumblr formatting is such a doozy. I'll go back and try to fix any errors if I find 'em.

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Gekko / F! Reader

Words: 4k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Drama unfolds after Gekko and Deadlock get into their first dispute in a mission you were in charge of. Seeing as how this might put a stain on your record, you set out to make things right and unintentionally remind Gekko why he had a crush on you in the first place.

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Despite the lingering tension between them, Deadlock and Gekko never really got into an actual argument. Deadlock was simply too mature to let things get to her. At most, she’d throw Gekko a stern look before going on about her business.

And Gekko… he’s not the type to stir up conflict on his own. The only time he almost fought her was when she accidentally threw a Gravnet at Thrash, but it died down when he realised it was genuinely a mistake.

Today, however, was different.

Today, they were under your watch for the mission. And despite it being Deadlock’s third mission, you made the mistake of taking your eyes off of her and Gekko for one second.

Whilst waiting in the VLT/R, you noticed that everybody entered except for them.

“Y/N, you’re sure they’re not dead?”

In response to Viper’s concerns, you shook your head.

You weren’t incompetent, so of course, she believed you. But if that’s the case, then what the hell was taking so long?

Crap, what if they died when everybody left?

Lifting your hand towards your ear, you unmuted. And almost immediately, Gekko’s angry voice blared through your ears. And you flinched.

“...because Wingman got stopped doesn’t mean he did nothing! Hey, he probably did more than you this whole m–”

You muted.

That did not sound like Gekko at all. Since when was he so snappy?

It was kind of cute, in a way. But now’s not the time to be having such thoughts.

“I’ll go and check on them.”

Viper nodded and allowed you to hop out of the vehicle, making your way to them.

It didn’t take that long to figure out they were on A on account of how loud their voices had gotten. It felt unnatural to hear two of the calmest agents shouting like this.

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Arriving on A, you noticed them standing in the centre next to the generator, Deadlock leaning on it as she crossed her arms.

On her face wasn’t a typically serene expression. Instead, she harboured a massive amount of anger. So much so, neither of them heard the loud creaking of the wood boards under you as you walked, your heels elegantly clicking with each step.

“Why the strawman, Gekko?” Deadlock retorted, “I told you, again and again. It was a mistake. Get it through your head.”

“I just think it’s funny that you only make mistakes when it comes to my crew, you know? First the Gravnet, now this?”

Deadlock harshly waved him away, turning to the rafters you stood on.

“Then see if I care. I wasted too much of my time here. If you want to cry to somebody, then cry to–”

She stopped once she saw you, both of their expressions quickly softening.

“Cry to?”

You started, tilting your head.

Both of them had to look up to meet your gaze, the ledge you stood upon providing an unintentional boost to your already intimidating aura.

The blonde crossed her arms and turned her gaze to the ground, gritting her teeth.

“Nothing. I was… intending on returning to the aircraft.”

“After ten minutes?”

They fell into an awkward silence.

Keeping their bosses waiting whenever they’d call for a gathering in the meeting room already put them on thin ice. But keeping them waiting after a mission? Of course they’d think that they died or something horrible had happened.

Neither could imagine the displeasure on Viper and Brimstone when they realise the holdup was over some petty argument. Especially when it came to Deadlock, considering how highly they thought of her.

But the unamused look on your face says it all.

However, the worst part was the prospect of you having heard Gekko say such crass things. Typically, with a clear head, he’d never let those things leave his mouth.

But not only did he lose himself today, there stood an incredibly high chance that his crush heard him.

“Okay, fine! We’ll go back. Sorry for taking so long, and stuff…”

Then, your earpiece hissed.

“Y/N, did you find them?”

Viper asked. And just as quickly as she spoke to you, you unmuted and responded.

“They’re okay. You can go, but bring the aircraft back in fifteen minutes.”

“Understood.”

Just as you muted again, the two looked at you in absolute shock.

“Woah, hey, what’re you doing? Why’d you tell her that?”

Gekko said. And for once, Deadlock stood by him, angrily agreeing.

“I’m not returning to Viper with this on my record. If someone like Deadlock is going to start a fight in the middle of the site, then you’re both also going to settle it. Do you understand?”

“But–”

“Do you understand?”

“Crystal.”

Deadlock said through gritted teeth, and Gekko turned his gaze away whilst nodding.

They weren’t pleased, but they couldn’t really go against your orders.

It might not be your fault, but the idea that your techniques in battle could've caused the increase in friction between these two will definitely be planted in some agents’ heads.

If that idea then reaches Brimstone and Viper, and they believe it, it won’t end well on your side.

Deadlock getting in a fight was like Cypher or Omen getting in one. It’s incredibly concerning, considering how she is as a person.

You sat down on the ledge, resting your chin on your hand.

“Now, tell me what happened.”

“Deadlock almost used her cannon on Wingman, and–”

“Gekko says that I was purposely trying to shoot his creature but I–”

“That’s enough.”

They both spoke at the same time, and this prompted you to shut them up.

Bad idea.

But from what little you heard, you could clearly tell that neither of them provided an unbiased take on the situation. And unfortunately, you weren’t exactly focusing on them after the spike planted, so you couldn’t tell yourself.

Which is why this whole situation took place.

You sighed, and gestured to Deadlock.

“What happened?”

She took a deep breath and began explaining.

“The spike was planted. Their Jett ran to wine, so I wanted to trap her with my accelerator.”

Whilst she explained, she gestured to the left of the arched entrance. And you nodded, crossing your legs.

“When I launched the pulse, Wingman came out of nowhere and got in the way. I tried to avoid him, but I wanted to catch Jett as well. So the cocoon had a crooked path and an opening. If any of the others noticed that area and shot it, she could’ve easily escaped with one bullet! It’s nonsense!”

With each word she spoke, you could tell her anger began rising to a point she could hardly control.

“It was only luck that Viper had that wall up right after I got their Jett!”

You nodded once more.

During the mission, you do recall seeing the path that formed, noting how weak the wires looked as they desperately held on to each other. But it quickly flew by you.

Then, you turned to the Angeleno, who was now just as angry.

“Gekko, is this true?”

“Only parts of it! She’s just putting the blame on me like I can read people’s minds, or something!”

“Your creatures can take bullets no problem! Why’s my cocoon such an issue?!”

“I won’t let you harass my buddies just because you can, Deadlock!”

“Hey, look at me.”

They complied with clenched fists.

“Neither of you are to speak with the other without my permission. Do you understand?”

They nodded, Gekko fixing his posture and looking elsewhere.

You looked at him. Your gaze, despite the vacuous expression, easily pierced through his.

It left him uneasy. And a tiny bit awestruck.

“Tell me what happened.”

Unlike the articulate Deadlock, who took her time gathering her thoughts, Gekko simply let the words spew out of his mouth, completely discarding his inhibition.

“She’s right up until she blasted the cannon thing! I told everybody, out loud, that I was going for Jett, with Wingman in my hands. And I let the little man go! Then she took out her arm. It’s like she was waiting for me to send him out so she can hit him!”

“You didn’t say that through the radio–”

“Deadlock.”

Her mouth was quickly forced shut. A bit satisfying on the Angeleno’s side.

Only Gekko would manage to make such a calculated woman so angry. Same goes for Deadlock, now that you’ve seen this side of her.

In a way, it was poetic.

You sat back with a sigh and ran the situation back in your head.

Somehow, this was even more aggravating for the duo, the atmosphere around them thick to a suffocating degree. But this time, you weren’t the cause. The best part is that it was growing thicker as you thought, Deadlock’s finger slightly twitching thanks to the fury she felt.

It took you almost a minute to try and form a conclusion, but you couldn’t. You didn’t see enough to make such a decision.

Besides, it’s not like you could just go ahead and make one. This wasn’t some petty argument. If their abilities overlapped in a different way, it could’ve heavily backfired. There had to be repercussions for something like this.

“Okay. I need to run this with the others before something can be done. Until then, I’m suspending you two. I am not to see either of you in the same room, let alone talking to each other. Is that understood?”

They nodded.

“Good. Now, is there anything else you want to say before we leave?”

“No, no. We’re, um, we’re good.”

At most, Deadlock wanted to voice her annoyance at how much you interrupted, but that wasn’t really important in the grand scheme of things.

However, you could tell that Gekko was nervous. From the way he stood, and how he kept his eyes on the ground even when you looked at him.

It wasn’t related to his crush on you anymore, something else now bothered him.

You got up from your ‘seat’ and led them towards the departure point, silence taking over the conversation as they waited for the aircraft to return.

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Gekko jumped when he felt a flick against his forehead, mumbling an ‘ow’ and rubbing the spot in annoyance.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“You’ve been zoning out for the past minute! What’s on your mind, huh? Did something happen back in Venice?”

Jett crossed her arms on the cafeteria table and leaned forward, decreasing the distance between them even though she sat on the opposite side of the circular table.

“You could say that… I mean, it’s kind of a long story, and I don’t think–“”

Wingman ‘elbowed’ him and scolded him for his nonsense.

“It’s not that important! It’s not like–”

Then, a series of gargles took Jett’s eyes off of Gekko and on the yellow creature that suddenly leapt off of his lap, explaining to her what happened in detail.

Jett’s brown eyes glimmered as he spoke, but her expression remained blank. Like an amazed puppy that also had no idea what the hell was going on.

Suddenly, he was swiped away back to Gekko’s lap, a red tinge on his cheeks.

“Yo, quiet, little man! I’m trying to keep that secret!”

The last words were spoken through gritted teeth, but Jett didn’t notice.

“Come on, Gekko, I was listening to him! Did you have to do him like that?”

“I– I mean, he was getting carried away… but he just said that, um, basically, Deadlock and I got in a fight.”

“Deadlock?”

He nodded, disappointed at this predictable reaction.

“Why would Deadlock of all people get in a fight with you? She’s chill, like, I dunno, all the friggin’ time? And so are you!”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about! The, um, the Deadlock part. If you think about her like that, then what’re the admins gonna say? They’ll take her side, no questions asked! They respect her way more.”

“Yo, Gekko, pause. You can’t be saying stuff like that when I don’t even know what happened. Give me a run down, yea?”

With a sigh, he started giving her a general explanation of the events, which took a bit on account of Jett asking for elaboration at random points in the story.

Gekko leaned against the chair once he was done, resting his arm on the back of it.

“...Y/N said that she’ll talk about it with the others, but, you know, Deadlock clearly has the advantage here.”

“What’re you on about, fam? What advantage has she got, she joined after you!”

The thick British accent snapped Gekko out of his bout of anxiety. He glanced at Phoenix who sat right next to him, sipping his smoothie.

“Since when were you here?”

“Gotta say, one hell of a feud you both got goin’ on, mate.”

“It’s not a feud, she’s trying to kill my buddies! I’m telling you. First, that bear, then Wingman.”

He heard a gurgle. But weirdly enough, it wasn't on his lap. They both looked at Jett, who was petting the creature she somehow stole whilst they were distracted.

“I dunno Gekko. I mean, I like you, but I think that it was just an accident like last time.”

“Give me a break. If what she’s doing is an accident, then you’re also accidentally stealing my friends eight times a day.”

She awkwardly giggled, turning her gaze back to Wingman on her lap.

“Nah, but, let’s go back to that advantage thing.”

“Just look at her! Deadlock has it all, you feel me? She’s like Sova. Experience, wisdom, looks, she lost an arm in a fight, too! I’m still in training.”

“Yeah, to be fair, you don’t look like you spent a day in a battlef–”

Jett elbowed Phoenix hard enough to shut him up, before meeting Gekko’s gaze with a warm expression.

“Don’t listen to them! Even if they take her side, in our hearts, you didn’t do anything wrong! We’ll defend you no matter what, Gekko!”

She spoke in a mawkish anime-like way, making Gekko chuckle. But he’d be lying if he said that it wasn’t cute.

“Yo, and since you like Y/N, maybe you can charm her into helping you out, you know? Take it from the man himself, mate!”

Phoenix thumped his chest once with a wide grin on his face. And though Gekko’s face turned beet red, he simply cleared his throat and tried his best to form a cohesive sentence.

“Dude, no way. Remember when Chamber tried flirting with Viper? I don’t want that to happen to me.”

“Sure, but remember, Viper still promised a date afterwards.”

Jett rolled her eyes.

“Chamber only got a date after he killed, like, four of them at once, smartass.”

The topic switched to something else, discussing how that date would go between them. And though it worked in making Gekko temporarily forget until the admins would come to a decision, his eyes still wandered throughout the cafeteria, worried.

And the unease only increased when he saw everyone except for his superiors.

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You, Brimstone and Viper sat around the large circular table in the meeting room, each facing each other as they discussed the situation, having heard you tell the whole story based on what Gekko and Deadlock said.

Sage was also meant to be here, but she never responded to the call for whatever reason.

It seems that, just like you, neither of them saw the events unfold in front of them. Though Viper was also onsite, she didn’t pay attention to them on account of her being busy with safely defusing the spike.

But that doesn’t mean they didn’t form opinions based on what you told them.

“Looks like a communication error on Gekko’s side.”

You perked up at this, confused.

“Gekko?”

“He didn’t use the radio before he sent out Wingman, he only spoke. I believe his voice was drowned out by the gunshots and whatnot.”

“Deadlock only said that in passing. There’s no concrete confirmation of such a thing.”

“I didn’t hear him, Y/N. Did you?”

She tilted her head with a raised eyebrow, the right portion of her hair slightly revealing her previously concealed green iris. You broke eye contact, looking elsewhere.

To be fair, he didn’t deny it. Either because he really didn’t, or he couldn't speak up right after you shut Deadlock’s mouth. Even you knew how compliant Gekko was whenever you'd so much as ask him to hold your bag or something.

“No, but…”

“It’s not too hard to believe. He’s still training under Harbour. He’s a good kid, but he’s bound to make mistakes.”

Brimstone spoke up, stroking his beard with one hand. Though he tried to, like you, make Viper more lenient towards the youth, she didn’t change her mind.

“The first thing you learn is not to mess up your communication. Even with the smallest mistake, someone could die and it would be too late for Sage to bring them back. And that’s a mild example.”

“None of Harbour’s notes on him mention any issues even related to this.”

You explain, Viper shaking her head.

“Why would it be Deadlock, then? This is a novice mistake while she has a notable amount of experience, even before her recruitment. I find it hard to believe.”

Brimstone nodded, before putting his hands down and sighing. Seems like he was convinced.

“If that note thing is true, then it’s out of character for him to suddenly make that mistake now.”

“So, what’s your decision?”

You all looked at each other for a few seconds, before Viper spoke up.

“Gekko failed to communicate properly.”

“Brimstone?”

He shrugged.

“Sorry, but she makes a good point. I’m gonna have to say the same thing.”

You set Gekko and Deadlock’s folders down on the table, taking a deep breath. Looks like there wasn’t much of a choice left.

“Will there be a penalty for this?”

“This is a major mistake, of course there will be.”

“Kid’s already in training, but I think we should increase the–”

Then, the door violently swung open, revealing a dishevelled figure.

“Sorry I’m late! Did I miss anything?”

Sage said amidst each gasp of air, holding enough files to look like a book close to her chest. Messy strands of her hair framing her face, alongside the sweat that dripped down her chin.

“Just about everything. We were about to penalise Gekko.”

Viper replied without lifting her gaze, unamused.

“Penalty? Don’t, don’t! He’s innocent. I was there. I heard him on the radio, Deadlock was the one who didn’t speak.”

Everyone locked eyes with the healer in surprise.

“Deadlock?”

“Yes. Y/N, you were there next to him, don’t you remember?”

“Not until now since you mentioned it.”

“So, Deadlock is the one who didn’t speak. Are you saying she intentionally ignored Gekko?”

Sage shrugged, setting the ‘booklet’ on the circular table and taking a seat.

“Perhaps she didn’t hear him, perhaps she ignored him. But what’s for sure is that Gekko did what he was supposed to do, while she stayed silent. Besides, I noticed this pattern in her communication. She usually forgets to call out what she sees. Was this not noted down?”

You shook your head once she gestured to her folders, watching as Sage tucked away a few strands of loose hair behind her ear. Of course, she was disappointed at this answer, even though you weren't the one responsible for noting down agent's inconsistencies.

“I am certain there are witnesses who can attest to this.”

“Are you still going with the penalty?”

Just as you asked, Viper held up a hand and let everyone fall into silence.

“What an unexpected turn of events. Looks like we’ll need to put her back into rigorous training. Everyone in agreement?”

You all agreed.

“Y/N, open her folder and write down when I tell you. You’ll inform both of them afterwards, understood?”

You nodded, opening the file and taking out the pen in your pocket, a sticky note just inches away on the desk behind you.

Of course, despite how useful she was as a witness, that didn’t mean that Sage didn’t get an earful for her tardiness. With how much the younglings here complained about how serious even Brimstone was about being on time for a meeting, this is the exact situation they never wanted to deal with.

❤ฺ·。

Deadlock wasn’t pleased with the news whatsoever. Being put back into not just normal training, but vigorous despite her experience felt like a spit in the face. And yet, of course, being the person she was, she bit her tongue and simply accepted it.

Next to her was the much younger Gekko, who stood there fighting for his life so as to not smile at the news.

Not at her being punished, even though it was a small part of it, but the fact they even thought to take his side against her.

“Are there no more details about this?”

“Sage will talk to you tomorrow at sundown, Deadlock. You can ask her questions there.”

“I see.”

“Good. Now, is there anything else?”

Deadlock shook her head, but Gekko meekly took his chance to speak up.

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you alone?”

The blonde silently took this as her queue to leave, making her way to the exit and allowing the door to slam itself shut; leaving you both alone in your dreadful office.

Just like the meeting room, the air was heavy. The atmosphere was thick, and your piercing gaze only made things worse for anyone unfortunate enough to speak to you in your office alone.

“So, this might sound weird, but, um, I really thought you’d all take her side, you know?”

“At first. I tried to convince them, but Viper and Brimstone are very rigid. Sage managed to help me turn the tides eventually.”

You explained as you crossed your arms, noticing the glimmer in his eyes. Gekko promptly beamed with a smile. You expected him to follow up with a simple sentence like usual, maybe for him to stumble over his words. But instead, it was something you never would’ve expected.

Just as you blinked, the usually meek boy pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his arms around you tight enough to unintentionally push all of the air out of your body and suffocate you. Being naturally taller and stronger than you are, he had an easy time lifting you a few inches to level the hug.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you! I owe you for this, really!”

“For– uh, what?”

You really couldn’t breathe. You could hardly make that sentence. And hearing your breathless voice, he realised what he did.

With a beet red face, he quickly put you down and took a step back, scratching the back of his head.

“S– sorry, I, um, I kinda lost myself there. But I really thought that they’d be biassed, you know? With how much they like Deadlock and that crap…”

Catching your breath, you took a deep sigh and met his gaze. You clear your throat.

Yeah, ‘lost himself’ is a bit of an understatement.

“Don’t worry about it, Gekko. The decision was made, and you’re now free to go.”

“But I have to thank you back for this, Y/N! I really appreciate what you did!”

You giggle and gently pat his shoulder. A simple touch that turned his cheeks red even more than possible.

“You don’t owe me anything. I'm just doing my job.”

“You sure? I could–”

“Really. It’s just my job.”

Gekko opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out as realisation hit him.

Clearly, you weren’t going to give in and allow him to pay you back. No matter how much he’d insist.

Then, he smiled once more, shrugging innocently.

“If you say so. I’ll drop it, then.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He eagerly nodded with a cheeky grin, before leaving your office just as quickly. The door slamming shut.

Though you were relieved that he gave in and didn’t pursue the topic, you thought back to the way his eyes gleamed with emotion once ‘realisation hit him’. Gekko was a stubborn boy. How could he change his mind so quickly within just a few words? You knew he was compliant, but this situation differed from the others...

…

Oh.

That wasn’t realisation, was it? He’s just gonna go and plan something else. Somehow find a way to thank you right under your nose. And with a group of friends just as cheeky as him, he’d probably have a moderate chance of success. You knew how ‘talented’ Raze, Phoenix and Jett were when it came to pranks.

Upon this revelation, you couldn’t help but sigh. You sit back on your rolling chair and turn on the laptop on the table against the wall.

However, you couldn’t help but smile.

Though it would be inevitable to have to politely reject whatever he had planned for you, even you couldn’t deny how cute Gekko was.

Young people, huh?

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bobgasm · 5 months

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kingpin ⦾ four

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 2971 warnings: grumpy suppliers, secrets, a fateful meeting

summary: in which they finally meet

author’s note: this is the part where i threw out my original outline 🫠

three | kingpin | five

Bob ran his hand through his hair as Lenny, one of the Feathers’ main alcohol suppliers, ranted in his ear. He was in half a mind to end the call and send him an email explaining the issue, but he knew that would anger him further.

“Lenny, I understand the situation we’ve put you in and I’m sorry,” Bob apologised. “Our accounting software apparently ran an update at the time of the transfer of our bill file, but I’m working with Decker to get your bill paid ASAP.”

He lied through his teeth like it was second nature, and to him, it definitely was. He barely needed to think before he spoke, the words coming out before he even had time to make sense of them. Luckily, he’d already figured out how to make a manual payment, so he was in the process of loading all missed bills into the system to be paid.

“If you aren’t paid by 5pm then please let me know and I’ll personally transfer you the balance that Feathers owes you,” Bob continued. “That’s the best I can do for you right now.”

Lenny grunted in acknowledgement. “If this happens again, you’ll be losing our business.”

“We both know you can’t afford to lose our business,” Bob replied firmly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Let me get back to work.”

Lenny hung up, disgruntled by Bob’s words, and Bob exhaled heavily. Part of him wanted to leave Lenny’s bill unpaid purely so he had a reason to knock some sense into him, but he knew Morgan would be ropeable if Feathers or Dice had no alcohol delivery next week.

He created a new bill in the system and checked it against the invoice he’d found, entering the amount owed before selecting the due date as today. He did that for the next thirty odd invoices he had before logging into the business bank accounts and approving the payments. It’d take a couple of hours for them to be approved by the bank, but he wasn’t worried.

What he was worried about was that Halo had been organising interviews all week, which had interfered with him learning how to pay the damned bills. He was pissed at Decker for leaving them high and dry. Decker had to have known he was planning on retiring, so why hadn’t he said anything? Now Bob felt like he was scrambling and he hated being made a fool of.

It didn’t help that his father was breathing down his back about updates, because he had also been tasked with tracking the almost seventy year old down. Richard still didn’t want to bring Coyote in, even though his tracking skills and connections were phenomenal. Bob was stretched thin trying to keep everything in order, but he knew it was only a matter of time before word got out about Decker. He was hoping it was sooner rather than later.

Bob sat up a little straighter when there was a knock at his office door. “Come in,” he told them, gathering all the papers on his desk into one near pile.

He looked up to see Halo open the door with a coffee for him. “Thought you might need this,” she said with a smile, walking towards him and placing the mug on his desk.

Halo, also known as Callie Bassett, was Bob’s assistant. She’d been hired a few years ago to help keep everything in order, helping make sure all the businesses that the Floyd’s owned ran smoothly. She worked closely with both of the Floyd siblings, who managed their own respective areas. Morgan ran Feathers, a strip club, and Dice, which was a casino in Downtown LA. Bob handled the construction company, which was in the midst of building a hotel on a plot of land they’d acquired recently.

“I do, thank you,” he replied gratefully. “Have any more applications come through?”

“One late last night that looks promising,” she replied. “I haven’t had a chance to call her yet because I’ve been trying to pacify disgruntled suppliers.”

Bob ran a hand over his face. “I’ve just sent the final payments through. They should all be paid by the end of the day.”

Halo nodded. “I’ll pass the information along,” she told him. “I don’t want to add more to your plate, but I’m afraid that wages are due tomorrow.”

“Fucking hell,” Bob cursed. “I appreciate it, Halo. See if you can get in contact with the person who applied last night. I need someone doing this, like, yesterday.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

She left without another word, his office door clicking shut behind her. Bob had no fucking idea how to sort the wages out. He knew it was likely a similar process, but he had timesheets to collate and figure out what everyone’s hourly rate was. It was going to be a long night, he knew that for sure.

Calls kept coming in throughout the day from suppliers who hadn’t been paid, but Halo had it handled. Unless they were truly belligerent, Bob was left to try and figure out the payroll system. It operated similarly to the system used for invoicing and bills, but had all the employees’ information already loaded. He copied the previous fortnight’s template for each employee, paired it up with their timesheet for hours worked, and then processed them to be paid tomorrow.

Halo interrupted him once to deliver lunch which he was grateful for. Bob practically inhaled the sandwich while fielding calls from Coyote about the ongoing investigation with Garcia. Mickey Garcia was a local cop who was on their payroll, but while the police ran their investigation about his suspected dealings with the Floyd’s, all of his salary was paid in cash. Coyote was trying to find out what the holdup was with the transfer so he could hand it over to Garcia later, which only stressed Bob out further.

He had no idea how Decker handled everything. He’d made his job look easy enough that any man off the street could do it. As Bob was finding out, that wasn’t the case at all. He felt like he was at his wits’ end, so he paid Coyote from his own account so he could make the withdrawal for Garcia. He’d figure out the proper way to go about paying their more illegitimate contractors later. For now, this was the only solution he had.

Halo stopped in once more before she left, telling Bob that she’d managed to get in touch with Emery, the person who’d applied for the job late last night, and organised an interview with them in the morning. It was set for ten, in case he was staying later than anticipated. Bob appreciated the thought and wished her a goodnight, getting up to make himself a coffee and finding Coyote sitting at the table in the kitchenette.

“You pay Garcia alright?” Bob asked.

“He’s happy,” Coyote replied, leaning back in his chair as he stared at the younger man he called his boss. “Where’s Decker?”

“That’s the million dollar question,” Bob replied. “Anyone else here?”

Coyote shook his head. “Only me,” he replied. “Halo just left.”

“My office,” Bob told him, coffee long forgotten about. Leading the way back to his office and closing the door behind them. “Richard doesn’t want anyone to know this, but Decker’s gone. Retired early Monday morning.”

“That’s what the phone call was about?” Coyote wondered aloud. Bob nodded briefly. “Why doesn’t he want anyone to know?”

“Until we can talk to him and find out why his retirement wasn’t discussed, or a replacement brought in, it leaves us vulnerable. Richard expects me to hire a replacement, keep things ticking over smoothly, and track down Decker. None of which is easy,” Bob explained. “I’m only telling you because I’m spread thin. I need you to track him down discreetly. Offer your contacts up to 50 large if you trust it’ll buy their silence. I need him found.”

“Do you have any leads?” Coyote asked.

“I haven’t had much free time to even start,” Bob confessed. “You’re my right hand. I should’ve brought you in on this earlier.”

“I’m in now,” Coyote told him. “I’ll stop by his place and see if I can find anything. Chances are he cleaned it, but I’ll reach out to Maverick and Ice, see if they can check the airports and docks for any footage or comb through passenger manifests.”

Bob nodded, bringing Decker’s disappearance to Maverick and Ice would help exponentially. They had buddies located at every possible exit out of the country, so if anyone could find Decker, it was them.

“Good, keep me updated. Don’t tell them who he is or why we need to find him,” Bob reminded him. “Say it’s come straight from Richard Floyd. His name still strikes fear in those men, so they won’t go to him with any information.”

“I’m on it, boss,” Coyote told him.

Bob knew he could trust him, it was Maverick he was worried about. He had a tendency to go out on his own and try to solve problems by himself, but tended to make things worse. Ice always managed to smooth things over, but if the shit hit the fan with this, Maverick would breathe his last breath.

“Keep Mav on a tight leash,” he added. “We need Decker alive.”

Coyote nodded once in confirmation. “What about the rest of it? Any luck finding a replacement?”

Bob hummed. “Too old, they know better. They’d rat us out the second they got a whiff of anything remotely illegal,” he said. “Halo organised another interview tomorrow, so we’ll see how that goes. Need ‘em young enough to mold them into the kind of accountant we need, desperate enough that this is the best offer they’ll get.”

“Smart,” Coyote agreed. “Hook ‘em in until they’d be buried with us if they even thought about taking a deal.”

Bob smirked at the praise. “Find me Decker. I’m going home.”

Bob was back in the office bright and early. He still had a bunch of wages to finalise before sending them off to be approved, but he’d needed sleep. The longer he stared at the screen of his computer, the more jumbled everything became. He was confusing himself and growing frustrated, so he’d called it a night. Grateful that Coyote was handling one of his problems so he could focus on other areas.

Halo arrived shortly after eight with a breakfast sandwich she dropped off for him and a piping hot latte, exactly how he liked it. He polished off the breakfast sandwich before finishing up the last few employees wages in the payroll system. When he finished, he sipped his coffee and exported the wage file to the bank accounts responsible for their businesses. Double checking each employee was paid from the right account before clicking approve and rubbing his hands over his face.

He didn’t know how some people enjoyed this kind of work. It was tedious and repetitive and he was sick to death of staring at his computer. Standing up from his desk, he stretched his arms above his head before bending forward and trying to touch his toes.

A knock at his door saw him straightening up and clearing his throat as he ran his hand down the front of his shirt. “Come in,” he said, fixing his tie as the door opened.

“Hi, Mr Floyd, I’m Emery Young. I’m here for an interview?” The woman asked.

Bob took a second to look at her. She was young, sure, and not just by name. She had bright honey-coloured eyes and her thick hair framed her face in loose waves. She was dressed the part, with a cream blouse and black slacks that hugged her hips and thighs, and Bob knew her ass likely looked just as amazing in them.

“Of course, Ms. Young,” Bob greeted. “Please take a seat.”

Emery closed the door before sitting down in one of the chairs Bob had gestured to, and he got comfortable in his own chair. Halo had printed off a copy of Emery’s résumé and Bob reached for it. He wished he’d had the chance to have a look through it before she’d arrived, but he’d clearly lost track of time.

“Thank you for coming in,” he told her, briefly glancing up to see her fold her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry for the mess, I’m usually a little more organised than this.”

“It’s fine,” she assured him with a tight smile.

“It says here you’re currently employed as a housekeeper?” Bob asked, eyes scanning her résumé with skeptical curiosity. When he looked back up at her she nodded in acknowledgement.

“I am,” she said. “I’ve been trying to find an accounting job for almost a year in my hometown, but there’s not a lot on offer. I have to pay the bills somehow, you know?”

Bob chuckled lightly. “I do,” he agreed. “Do you know much about the construction industry?”

“No,” Emery replied truthfully. “From my understanding, you need an accountant, not a builder.”

“You’re right.” Bob chuckled again. “Are you local?”

“I currently live a couple hours away, but I’m in the process of moving out here,” she told him. “More job opportunities in bigger cities.”

Bob had to agree. “Tell me a bit more about yourself,” he prompted, letting the papers rest on his desk while he leant back in his chair.

Emery cleared her throat and sat up a little bit straighter, opting to place one hand on top of the back of her other instead of wringing her fingers together. “I put myself through college by working two jobs. I know I’m young and don’t have a lot of practice as some of the other candidates who’ve applied probably do, but I’m hardworking, driven and reliable.”

“I manage the construction business, but my family also owns a few others around town. The role wouldn’t be solely for Floyd Construction, but also for Feathers and Dice,” Bob informed her. “Some of the work would be time consuming. Do you have any other commitments that could possibly affect the odd late night?”

“As opposed to cleaning toilets, which is soul crushing?” Emery joked. It surprised Bob, but he found himself laughing anyway. “I have excellent time management skills and can easily prioritise whichever jobs to complete first. As for other commitments, no, though I’d argue that I’m pretty efficient with my work. I don’t like staying late.”

Bob hummed as he mulled her answer over. So far, her answers stood out to him more than the other candidates. She was willing to make the move to a new place for work, which meant he likely had her nibbling at the baited hook dangling in front of her. He needed something to make her bite, letting him know that she was truly hooked.

“Are you familiar with the Wiler accounting system at all?” Bob asked, which was the system he’d been battling with all week to try and pay bills and employees.

“I am.” Emery responded with a firm nod.

“What about their payroll system?”

Emery cocked her head to the side. “Do you not have a payroll officer?”

“Our previous accountant handled any and all monetary transactions,” Bob replied honestly.

“Can I ask why they left?” She asked, curiosity laced in her tone. There was something in her eyes and the way she’d set her jaw that piqued Bob’s interest, though he wasn’t sure what it was. None of the other applicants had taken on the kind of tone or posture that she had.

Bob steeled his gaze, locking his eyes with hers. “He retired,” he told her truthfully. “It came as a shock to us all.”

Bob thought Emery seemed pleased with the answer as she nodded her head. “So, I’m right in assuming you need someone to start as soon as possible, then?”

“You are,” he replied. “If you were successful, when could you start?”

“Two weeks,” she answered. “I’d have to hand my notice in, and find a place to live.”

Bob stored the information away. “Do you have any further questions for me?”

“I do,” Emery replied. “What are the benefits you can offer me?”

“Other than a better paying job than cleaning toilets?” Bob replied, watching the corner of her mouth twitch as she tried to suppress a smile. “Off the top of my head, healthcare, dental, and a new car.”

“The advertisement said there was the ability to partially work from home,” she said. “Would a computer be supplied and a stipulated cost toward my electric and wifi bill be covered?”

“It would be reviewed once the trial period is over and an amendment to the original contract has been signed.”

“Thank you for your time, Mr Floyd,” Emery said, rising to her feet. She offered a hand to Bob and he rose slowly to shake it, unsure exactly of the outcome of the interview. Was she happy with what they could offer, or was she politely declining? Either way, he would think about it over the weekend, so far, she was a shoo-in.

“And you, Ms Young,” he replied.

He enjoyed watching her turn around and showcase exactly how good he knew those slacks would make her ass look. The door clicked shut behind her and he blew out a breath, deciding to give her a minute to leave before he spoke with Halo.

When he was sure she was gone, he opened the door to his office and leant against the doorframe. “Can you write up a letter of offer for Ms Young before Monday morning?”

“I’ll have it for you by nine,” she replied.

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theonewhospeaksinweird · 5 months

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🖤💜Protecting (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 2💜🖤

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal

I KNOW it's been at least 2 months since I posted the first part of this, but here it is!~ I love Katakuri sooo much, if you couldn't tell, and I just kept writing, so this turned into a 3 parter!~ But BEFORE you curse my existence and get your Mogura, I already have it done!~ Literally fully completed, I just have to post it after this one.~ And I decided that your reward for waiting so long for this series was some ✨spicy✨ times.~ So expect that in part 3.~ Also, I'm so shocked at the amount of likes I got on the first part??~ Almost 70 likes??~ You guys are too much.~ Hope you like it!~ Mwah mwah, darlings!~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 - -> Part 3

Dread set in as everyone realized the untimely situation. We still had to deal with Bege and the Strawhats, and the last thing we needed was a raging Big Mom. I felt Katakuri's grip tighten on me as I let my emotions drift into him. I was scared and tired, wanting nothing more than to stay in my husband's strong and safe arms. Perospero stood there, thinking of a plan, and when his gaze landed on me, he perked up. He seemed reluctant to ask me due to Katakuri's possessive hold on me, but when our eyes met I had an idea of what he wanted from me. This was part of my job in the family, to help Mama calm down during her hunger pangs even if it was dangerous.

"Ah, Y/N? I'm sorry to ask this of you after the kind of day you've had, but", a nervous glance to Katakuri whose intense gaze slid to him the moment he addressed me, "would you help me out in calming Mama down? I have an idea that might work, but she seems a bit angrier than usual this time around, lick." Perospero's confidence dwindled the longer he stood under Katakuri's piercing gaze until I lifted my hand to lay it on my husband's shoulder. He focused on my soft face and quietly huffed before kneeling down to gently place me on my feet. Before he could make any threats, I snuck a quick peck on his nose, and grabbed Perospero's hand to run off.

"Kekeke, quite the little minx you've become with our brother.~" He glances back. "He's become a lickity blushing mess.~ I can tell even if he pulls up his scarf.~" A large wail followed by a nearby building being crushed brought us back to the grim reality of our task. Perospero put up a candy wall to keep us from being crushed as he explained his plan.

"We have three major problems right now and Mama is one of them. Katakuri is going to ambush the Strawhats on their ship while some of our brothers and sisters go after Bege. I want to get rid of Strawhat first and foremost, so let's set Mama's sights on him by telling her he has her wedding cake. This will give us a little time to figure out how to make the cake, though. . .", he trails off and tugs at his collar, "you know how Mama is with people who lie to her. Even if it's one of us. So, if this doesn't work out, you and I will be killed by Mama if that cake isn't made in time." That fact made me nervous, but Perospero looked even more scared than I felt. Mama liked me well enough, but I know she wouldn't think twice about killing me since I've seen her kill some of her own children before. As much as I loved Katakuri, that was something I hated about his mother. My gaze drops down to the mochi bracelet around my wrist, focusing on the emotions of my love.

Worry. Simmering anger. Determination. Resolve. I had to be steadfast like Katakuri and play my part in keeping everyone safe. I felt like I had the same responsibility as Katakuri, taking on the role of a protective big sister since I was his wife. I could see my antennae change to a deep red. My desire to succeed was rooted in my love for Katakuri. With a shake of my head, I straightened up and threw my lollipop to the ground before going around Perospero's candy shield to march towards the rampaging Yonko. A frantic scream sounded from the brother behind me as he ran up to my side and put on a wide smile with me as he called out to Mama.

We both shook as he convinced her with words while I coaxed her with a little emotion and thought nudging. Despite being such a feared pirate, Big Mom’s mind was easy to influence, like a child’s, which matched some of her behavior at times. The feeling of everyone watching us with bated breaths, and the direct tap of Katakuri's own worry made this all the more pressuring. The two of us just about fainted at her terrifying aura, purple taking over my previous red, as she promised to take our lives if we were lying before leaping onto Zeus and racing off towards the seducing wood. Not a moment after she was out of sight did Perospero and I share a glance before wailing out in fear. He fell to his knees on the ground, and I was heading to follow suit if Katakuri hadn't swooped in to pick me up off my feet again. I felt even more drained than before, but the love and comfort coming from my beloved husband and the few head caresses he was willing to give me in public made everything worth it. I trusted him to help me make sure everything worked out.

As Perospero fell further into despair about our current situation, a familiar voice from above called out to us. Peeking over my husband's shoulder until he turned around, I saw Pudding on her magic carpet.

"I'll make Mama's cake!" She proclaimed, and Perospero just about cried tears of joy at those four words. As she explained her plan of recruiting Chiffon to help her remake Mama's cake on Cacao Island, I knew the little time I had with Katakuri was coming to an end. Soon, he would be locked in a heated battle with Strawhat Luffy. Staring up at my husband's serious face as he listened to Pudding and everyone else, I took to admiring every perfect line and curve of his face that I could see. After so many years, I didn't even need to see the rest of his face to visualize it under his scarf. The tips of my antennae drooped into my vision, and I could see them lit up with a dark pink. With a small, embarrassed jolt, I covered the exposing appendages with my hands as the conversation came to an end.

I could hear and feel my husband’s amused chuckle at my embarrassment, making me flush further. This brought my attention to the tattling bracelet around my wrist, making me contemplate its importance right now. My emotions were all over the place and have already distracted him enough today. With pursed lips, I tugged at the mochi bracelet around my wrist. In an instant, Katakuri's full attention was on me, and his hand was preventing my own from completing its task.

"What are you doing?" He asks in a low voice, ignoring the gazes of his younger siblings around us. To everyone else, he sounded angry, but I felt he was just apprehensive and confused. I smiled and lifted his gloved hand to my lips for a soft kiss to his knuckles, which elicited a few 'aww's, before continuing to move the bracelet to my hair as a hair tie, which he allowed this time.

"I've worried you enough today, dear. You're about to enter a big fight, and I don't want to trouble you anymore. It's close enough to still feel my presence, but not my emotions unless you wish. You can focus on it for strength, if you need to. I'm sure I'm worrying over nothing again, but I'd rather be safe than sorry." With a soft smile and a peck to his cheek, I pat his muscled arm to be let down. Through my touch I could feel his unease and dissatisfaction at my words, but other than that, the only indication that my actions had bothered him was another crease in between his ever furrowed eyebrows. I knew he didn’t like this plan. He knew I didn’t like this plan either. But it was a necessary precaution, one taken to further ensure victory and protect the family. We held each other’s challenging gazes for a few bated breaths until Katakuri relented. He uncrosses his arms a bit, but before he could bend over to let me down closer to the ground, I slipped through the given gap, landed briefly on the spike band sticking out from his left knee and hopped to the ground.

"I'll stay here with Mont d'Or and Pekoms to stay out of you guys’ way. I'm sure they can protect me if something happens, right, boys?" I smile wide and hook my arms through one of each of theirs, causing them to puff out their chests and proudly agree.

"You guys just do your best, as always!" The dark pink of my antennae shifted to a burnt orange to show my low tempo joy and determination. Even though my bones ached with exhaustion, I took a deep breath and started to radiate feelings of rejuvenation and conviction for everyone as a boost. After I did so for a minute, I let my arm slip from Mont d'Or so I could subtly lean more into Pekoms' soft fur, who easily held me steady. As I lifted my heavy eyes, I could see Katakuri observing me closely before closing his eyes and turning away. Nothing got past him.

"That's enough time wasted here. Get a move on to the positions you've been assigned. Every second lost is a lesser chance of victory, but we will win." Everyone, invigorated by my powers and inspired by Katakuri's brief speech, gave out a battle cry and ran off to do as they were told. As everyone dispersed, Pekoms wrapped an arm around my waist, and helped me follow Mont d'Or and Tamago to where they'd be working from.

As I sat down and continued to rest against Pekoms, I thought about what happened earlier with that odd forcefield when I was about to be crushed. It had to have come from me since I felt the energy output of it, but I've never done that before. Maybe this was the awakening that Katakuri has been trying to draw out of me all this time, and it only just came out then because I was in real danger for the first time in my life. Of course, I've been in danger before, but ever since I married Katakuri, I've felt comfortably confident in my safety. I'd have to look into this development later.

With everything happening I didn't know when I'd be able to rest again, so I was going to take the opportunity while I had it. My gloves were starting to make my anxious hands sweaty, so I tugged them off and stuffed them into a pocket on my dress. A yawn escaped me as I snuggled more into Pekoms’ side and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Unsure of how long I'd been asleep for, I woke up with a start to the sound of someone crying. I sat up from the piece of sponge cake I had been settled on during my nap to look around for the culprit. It was Pekoms, and he seemed truly upset by something. The sight of one of my friends crying like that woke me up quickly. With a frown and dark blue antennae, I stood up and rushed over to the sobbing lion to comfort him. Once he realized it was me, he instantly dropped to his knees to envelope me in a tight hug. Before I could even open my mouth to ask what the matter was, he beat me to it.

"My brother! He's gone! How could this happen?! Gyah! Big bro Pedro!" My arms wrapped around his fluffy afro as I cooed at him in consolation. Without my gloves on, I could feel the full force of Pekoms' sorrow, and it cut deeply through me in my groggy state. Fat tears, the same as his, rolled down my cheeks until I managed to control the reception of emotions, yet it still left me sniffling and letting out a few tears. Normally, I'd try to calm the person down and make them calmer, but this was a hurt that needed to be let out naturally. It felt wrong to subdue the grief he felt for, what seemed like, the death of a very close person in his life. I looked over to the chicken form of Tamago, eyes still watery.

"Tamago-san, what happened?" My voice shook as I spoke, not able to completely dismiss my self-inflicted sadness. The teacup wearing man tutted as he walked towards me, using a wing to wipe my face of tears.

"Ah, do not cry-amour, tears do not suit your face, bon. Unfortunately, Pekoms' brother, Pedro, died aiding the Strawhats' escape from the island. He blew himself up to free their ship of Perospero-sama's candy, bon. From what I heard he took part of Perospero-sama's arm with him. " My breath hitched in horror at the information and loss from both sides as Pekoms cried even harder upon hearing the news again. Enemy or not, losing someone close to you is always hard. Not to mention Perospero’s loss as well.

"Shut up already! He was our enemy! He knew the risks of helping those Strawhats fight a Yonko’s crew! And what about Perospero?! Half his arm is gone!" I snapped my head towards Mont d'Or with a tear-stained glare and dark purple antennae for his insensitive comment which had him shying behind the giant book he held. I understood that he was an enemy, but that didn’t negate the fact that Pekoms knew and cared for him. Nothing was black and white in this world, especially family. Fortunately, Tamago was partially on our side, and engaged Mont d'Or's complaint. Not wanting my irritation to upset Pekoms any further, I took a few deep breaths, cleared my mind and continued to hug his head to my shoulder. Slowly, the deep purple faded back into a light blue.

"I'm so sorry, Pekoms. I understand what it's like to lose someone so close to you. If you need anything, I'll help you in any way I can." He didn't say anything, but nodded a little against my shoulder. I stood there silently after my condolences, tuning out Tamago and Mont d'Or's continued argument in favor of comforting Pekoms to the best of my abilities.

After a while, his sobs waned to sniffles, and from there he finally loosened his hold on me and leaned back to look at me. My exposed shoulder was drenched from tears, but I paid that no mind as I lifted his glasses and wiped the tears from his black, beady eyes. I offered a sad smile.

"Sorry for cry-" Before he could even think of finishing that sentence, I shushed him with a finger.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. What happened was horrible. Even if he was technically an enemy", a swift, bombastic side eye to Mont d'Or, who cowered again under my returned scolding gaze, "he was still your brother. I'm sure he still saw you as his brother even if you two had different ideals and paths in life." My speech earned an appreciative smile from Pekoms as he nodded and stood up. He took on a thoughtful look as he stared out towards the Seducing Forest. I just stayed next to him, thinking over all the events of the day.

"Y/N? Would you like to come with me to, uh, look around for any more injured people?" Pekoms’ somber and rough voice roused me from my thoughts yet again. That was an odd and random request, but I suppose he just needed something to do and focus on to distract himself. I was still a little tired, but I didn’t want to leave Pekoms alone.

"Of course, we need to find some first aid kits first, though." With an absent nod from him, I told the other two where we were off to, and Pekoms led me into the ruined city. The river of cream that had flowed freely earlier was now just a sludge that thickly coated the ground. Even though I was already a mess, I still held up the edge of my dress to prevent any further damage.

We stop by the abandoned hospital for two first aid kits before setting off back through the city in silence. I had tripped a few too many times over debris and thick cream puddles, prompting Pekoms to grab hold of my bare hand. I tried not to focus on his swirling emotions out of courtesy, but I could tell easily that the most prominent one was uncertainty. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Pekoms stopped in his tracks and spoke up again.

"Y/N, what would you do if you knew someone was going to betray the family?" Stopping at both his halt and question, it took me a moment to understand why he would ask it. My e/c eyes stared at his triangular sunglasses, feeling out his emotions more deeply as I did. I felt his anguish, guilt, nervousness yet a flaring storm of conviction was starting to overshadow the aforementioned uncertainty. It was clear what he wanted to do, and I was in no position to talk him out of it.

This is where I had to choose between my morality and true loyalty to Big Mom. Pedro was his family before we were, and I couldn’t ask him not to fight for the people that his brother died to protect. All the Strawhats wanted was their crew member back, a crew member that we took from them. All in all, I swore my loyalty and life to Katakuri, not Big Mom, and I knew he would understand any decision I made.

"I think that each person has their own values that they must hold steadfast to in any circumstance. Even if they conflict with other parts of our lives. Something you must ask yourself, though, is if you're willing to put your life on the line for those values and face any consequences that come with them." A beat of silence passed between us as I let my words soak in. I stepped towards Pekoms and wrapped my arms around him tightly, and he reciprocated. The warmth of his fur tickled a smile onto my face, lighting up my antennae yellow.

"I'll always think of you as my family, Pekoms, even if you leave us. Besides," I look up at him and give him a little wink, "believe it or not, Katakuri and I don't always tell the family everything if it doesn't affect them." Pekoms' lip quivered for a few seconds before starting up a new fountain of tears while hugging me even tighter.

"Gyah! I knew you were my favorite for a reason, Y/N! Thank you so much!" I wheezed out a laugh, happily squeezing him back as my yellow shifted into a peachy orange. This felt like the right decision.

Once Pekoms calmed down, we made our way to the ruined chateau once again. No one but the more prominent siblings in the family knew this, but Brulee had a mirror in her room in the chateau that she always keeps open. Whenever she was in the Mirro-World, anyone could access it through that mirror without her being present. It was useful for when we had meetings there, though we still needed Brulee to leave out of a different mirror.

It was tough figuring out where her room was now that the whole building was ruined and skewered on the city's tallest buildings, but after an hour of searching, we figured it out and stood before the mirror. Miraculously, it wasn't cracked, but we did have to sit it back up for us to enter. Pekoms abandoned his first aid kit, on the checkered floor but I kept mine in case we came across someone who was injured. The only news we've heard so far has been a report of the Straw Hat's ship sinking and the defeat of Germa 66, so I wanted to be prepared. Pekoms lost a bit of his drive at those disheartening reports, but refused to give up just yet. Before I could wander off, Pekoms stopped me with a paw to my shoulder.

"Listen, Y/N. I know you said you wouldn't tell anyone about me, uh, following my values, but I also don't want you to be labeled as a traitor because of me. I know you love Katakuri, and I want you two to be happy. That being said, if push comes to shove, I don't want you to associate with anything I do from here on out. I'll even act like I took you hostage if I need to! Gyah!" He clenched his fist in front of him as he declared this, making me smile and pat his arm.

"Don't worry, Pekoms, I'll be fine. I promise." Looking around, the winding and twisting walkways of the Mirro-World had me a bit lost. I had only been through here with a guide that knew where they were going. Luckily, Pekoms seemed to know what he was doing as he turned around to face the large mirror we just came through.

"Hey mirror, who all is in the Mirro-World?" The mirror, to my surprise, answered.

"Brulee, Katakuri, Flampe and a man in a straw hat are currently here!" I perked up upon hearing that Katakuri was still here with Strawhat Luffy. It's been a couple of hours since we heard the reports of the sunken Straw Hat's ship and Germa 66's defeat on Pekoms' transponder snail. Though, now it seemed that Strawhat was living up to his bounty and more. I was tempted to touch the bracelet in my hair but refrained. If Luffy was holding his own against my unrivaled husband, then it must require focus. I couldn’t let my own selfish whims worry him again.

“Pekoms, what were you planning on doing here? Although Strawhat has held out for this long, he seems to be struggling against Kata, and if he loses, anything you do could be for naught.” Even with his sunglasses on, I could tell that Pekoms was worried as he thought out his first course of action. It was hard for me to believe that Katakuri would lose, so the most the mink could do was aid in Strawhat Luffy’s escape when the time came. Before Pekoms could think up a plan of anything, his transponder snail woke and started a ruckus.

“Strawhat Luffy is in Chips Town!”

“No, he’s in Chockfull Town!”

“Green Town!”

Island after island gave reports of sightings of Strawhat Luffy appearing all over Tottoland. The fact that he was running around so many islands meant that he had Brulee, for the second time to my understanding, and was running from his fight with Katakuri. Pekoms seemed relieved to even hear that he was alive and kicking even if he was running for his life. To me, this news meant that Katakuri was stuck here in the Mirro-world just like us until Brulee was freed.

Just thinking about him spiked the craving of my husband’s feelings thrumming through my body. I had gotten so used to knowing the inner workings of his heart that I felt half empty without them. Without him, my nerves felt too open and vulnerable, so I shakily took out my gloves from my pocket and tugged them on. The anxiousness dimmed my bright antennae. Pekoms started to cheer which drew my attention to him and away from the remounting worries plaguing the edges of my mind.

“Gyah! I knew he would survive! He may be a bit stupid, but even he knows when to pick and choose his battles!” The mink turned to me with a wide smile and grabbed my shoulders. With his paws in contact with my bare shoulders, I could feel his strong relief and fierce motivation which brightened me back up. That was how I felt when I put my faith in Katakuri, and Pekoms felt this way about Strawhat Luffy? I suppose Strawhat was Pekoms' leader right now just as Katakuri was ours.

“If he’s trying to leave, then the rest of the crew has to be alive! They have to be! Big bro Pedro didn’t die in vain!” His voice wavered at that last sentence, but he kept his determined smile. I gave the invigorated mink a small, supportive smile and nodded.

“It seems they could be alive, but we can’t leave without Brulee here, remember?” Pekoms froze in his excitement at my words of reasoning. In a second, he was depressed on the floor. I laughed softly and kneeled next to his hunched form.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure Brulee will be released soon, and you’ll be able to continue Pedro’s will.” Pekoms sniffled and looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“You think so?” With a nod, I placed my gloved hand on his pink clad shoulder. The flow of his strong feelings seeping through my gloves had me taking a deep breath. Bright red blazed over the previous peachy orange. He really wanted- no, needed to help this rambunctious pirate running around Tottoland. For himself and no one else. That was a freedom not many people in this kingdom had. I wish Katakuri had that freedom.

“I do.” We shared a quiet moment before I stood back and put my hands on my hips. I was starting to feel tired again, but there were things that still needed to be done.

“Now, let’s go. Brulee has a few houses around here, doesn’t she? If you’re going to be masquerading as a robust vigilante aiding Strawhat Luffy, you need to look the part, right?” Pekoms jumped up and threw a clenched fist into the air.

“Gyah! Yeah! Let’s go!” With newfound energy, Pekoms grabbed my hand and dragged me along one of the many twisting and checkered paths.

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"What about this one?"

"Um, too sparkly."

"This one?"

"Too frilly."

"Okay okay. This one!"

Pekoms pulled out a pink, skin tight mask with a few darker pink markings along the face and a star right on the forehead. It was one of the last costumes he had pulled out of one of the many costume drawers we found. Anyone who had met the Charlotte family would be hard pressed to deny the family’s. . . flamboyant clothing style, so a house in a central location solely for dress up clothes was well within their behavioral territory. I was laying along my stomach on a dangerously comfy bed as Pekoms sifted through all the clothes and outfits, helping him choose the right one. Who knew he would be so keen on matching his existing pink suit?

“Hmm, it matches your suit better than the other masks. Try it on?” I covered a yawn and closed my heavy eyes for a moment as the lion mink pulled on the tight face mask. When I opened them again, he had fit all his mane into the mask and I had to stifle a laugh at the sight. He looked like a giant cloud of cotton candy! Not to mention that the mask was so tight that it hid nothing to anyone who knew him.

“Gyah! I knew I looked stupid!” My giggles only increased as the embarrassed mink tried tugging it off and the mask didn’t budge an inch. His frantic attempts prompted me to get up, despite my sore body’s protests, and try to help him. After about five minutes of tugging from any and all angles, the tight mask stayed in its place on Pekoms. With labored breaths, I collapsed onto the soft bed as Pekoms sulked on the floor.

“Gyah! I have to defend Big Bro Pedro’s legacy in this? How shameful.” Once I caught my breath, I decided to encourage Pekoms again.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear, Pekoms. What matters is your actions. As long as you do what you think is right for your ideals, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Another yawn drew out the last of my soft pep talk, and this time I couldn’t ignore the call of sleep. This day had drawn a lot out of me, and my aching bones settled as I slipped into my memories and dreams.

As I faded out of consciousness, the last thing I heard was the unsteady reply of my companion.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

Light filtered through the mosaic windows, casting hundreds of mini rainbows and refracted light spots across our cozy bedroom. It was one of the very few days that I awoke to my husband still by my side in bed. Even rarer, I was awake before him. Everything felt so bleary and light as I took in the warm air of our room, the large rises and falls of my husband’s chest underneath my arm, the softness of his arm settled against my body. It all felt so perfect. Too perfect. Yet, I didn’t want to lose this moment.

I treasured every moment I had with my busy behemoth of a man, no matter how brief, long, serene or fitful. I hardly stirred from my resting spot in fear of breaking the spell. There had to be a spell. My senses were so enchanted, so enraptured by the man resting beside me that at times it was hard to believe that I was his and he was mine.

Mine. That word still made me giddy to think about, let alone say, even after two years of marriage. Giggles threatened to bubble out of my parched throat, but I kept my whimsical feelings contained so as to not disturb him. He deserved the rest. He deserved the world. A world better than the one he lived in, one where he could be just as peaceful and happy as those he protected.

I wish I could protect him the way he did me. Protect him from everything that took away the shining light I saw in him every day. Protect him from the people that locked that light in a cage with a single window to shine through. But even as he is, scars and all, I knew he was perfect. My perfect husband in every sense of the word. The way he laughed, the way he smiled, oh his beautiful, unfettered smile, how he held me, those oh so gentle eyes when he told me he loved me. I was sure I was as pink as my antennae was bound to be by now. Every perfect thing I thought about him made it harder and harder to keep my smile down and my hands to myself. The hand on his chest trailed its way up to his uncovered face.

That was certainly the most perfect thing about him. The feature he hated most about himself is the thing that made me love him more when he finally showed me. Surprisingly, he didn’t move even as I cupped his scarred cheek. He was so warm. So soft. My lips itched to kiss him. To make sure he was really mine after all this time. Finally, I sat up at his side, looking down on his still slumbering face.

Slowly, I lowered my forehead down to his.

Nuzzled my nose to his sharp one.

My lips felt the exhales of his breath, getting closer and warmer until-

A loud, ground shaking rumble woke me up with a start. I sat up, my heart racing as I looked around to see where I was. I was still in Brulee’s dress up home, Pekoms lying on his back on the floor with loud snores coming from him. A pang stabbed my heart when I realized I wasn’t where my surreal dream-like memory led me to believe I was. Where I hoped I was. I was right, it was too perfect.

No, instead of Katakuri being next me, sleeping soundly, he was out there, fighting a dangerous pirate for our sake. If I had to guess, they were the cause of the rumbling that woke me up. With a weary sigh, I got up from the bed calling me to lay back down. As much as I wanted to rest, I still had to help Pekoms. Maybe I’ll get to see my husband at the end of his fight. The worries I had before resurfaced full force accompanied by a headache, but I made myself swallow any expressions of it back. Katakuri must be more tired and hurt than I am right now with such a long fight, so this is nothing. I have things to do.

“Pekoms, wake up. Wake up, Pekoms. It sounds like Kata and Strawhat are fighting again.” When my words did nothing to stir the deep sleeping mink, I crouched down and pulled back the tight mask still stuck to his face and let it snap back to his cheek. Pekoms was quick to react to that, a small roar of pain sounding from him as he shot up. His eyebrows were furrowed in anger as he rubbed his stinging cheek.

“Gyah! What the hell was that for?!”

“We need to go, now is no time for sleeping. Don’t tell me you already forgot why you’re doing this.” This time Pekoms heard me loud and clear, and jumped to his feet. I joined him a little slower as another tremor shook the house, knocking a few things from dressers.

“Of course I haven’t forgotten! I’ll never forget!” I smiled fondly at his persistent motivation before silently turning towards the door and making my way out of the house. The disarray of Brulee’s Mirro-World compared to how it was when we first got here was a bit shocking. It must be an intense battle for things to be in this state. My weariness was dragging my dread filled body down as I thought about my husband’s apparent struggle against this pirate. I had my faith in him until the end, but the fact that this has been going on all day and night is worrisome, to say the least. My mind ran wild with thoughts of the worst outcome, turning my antennae a lofty purple. Pekoms came up beside me with a look of uneasiness that matched my internal emotions.

“Geez, those two are really doing a number on this place.” He checked his watch. “It’s 10 minutes 'till 1 am. They’ve been fighting all day and through half the night, gyah! I think we should go see where the fight is. Maybe I can try to save Strawhat from an untimely death.” Pekoms seemed to also hold the sentiment that Strawhat wouldn’t be able to defeat Katakuri, which eased my worries a little. Although I know Katakuri isn’t omnipotent, like many are led to believe, his strength is nothing to write off. After seeing what he’s capable of for the past 3 years, I’d be stupid to doubt his abilities now.

All I could do was nod in agreement to Pekoms’ plan, and follow him as he started towards the source of the large tremors. Butterflies of nervousness had me feeling sick with each step I took. Anxiety was different from doubt. Eventually we got close enough to the fight that with each rumble, a wave of dust and Haoshoku Haki swept over us, and I fell to the ground at the unexpected onslaught of emotions. Pekoms was still standing, but upon noticing I wasn’t he knelt down beside me in concern.

When people use Haoshoku Haki, they put out their intentions and emotions with it. The stronger the Haki, the more intense the emotions. I could tell one was Katakuri because it felt familiar. His Haki was filled with conviction and love. The other Haki that was new and almost suffocating had to be Strawhat’s. His was also filled with love alongside persistence but had a dangerous edge to it. Like with one wrong thought, things could turn horrible, and that possibility shook me to my core. The lilac of my antennae flickered like a firefly that changed in brightness with each new wave that washed over us.

Pekoms must have seen something happening that I couldn’t because he suddenly picked me up and ran back the way we came a little to hide in a tunnel full of mirrors. He used his Devil Fruit and put his back to the entrance to block anything from coming in. I was still frozen as I held onto Pekom’s jacket. Katakuri’s opponent was more dangerous than I thought, and I was sure he knew that, but he was still fighting. Everything going on paralyzed me with overstimulation.

What if Katakuri lost? What would Big Mom do to him for losing? He’s never lost before, but she expects perfection from him. How would he feel if he lost? What would happen if he lost? Would Strawhat just leave with his crew? All these rampant emotions had my antennae darkening to a deep shade of brown from the muddied myriad of feelings cloudy my senses. I couldn’t control my powers in this state, so involuntarily I started to exude them out, trying to get rid of them. Pekoms was holding me tight, so I could feel the vibrations of him talking, but everything else drowned out his words.

Just be quiet, quiet,

QUIET!

And then. . . there was silence.

Hope you liked it!~ If I didn't already have the 3rd part made, I'm sure I'd be a horrible person to anyone reading this.~ See you soon.~

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