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bellarosethefangirl · 3 years ago

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"Pranksters Paradise For An Undead Bride" (Frankenstein Dabi x Zombie Reader) NSFW🔞

Summary: You pull several pranks on an undead guy. Your pranks go far causing the stranger a lot of anger. Prank after prank he begins oggling your body and his light flirting made you give in. Next thing you know you’re pinned against him and you two become intimate.

Warning: Mature content, eventual sexual themes

Word Count: 3k

You aren't much for the Halloween celebration going around town but you do enjoy playing tricks of any kind on innocent by standers. Pranks are something you love pulling on people especially villains. You're a zombie so your skin is pale white while your eyes are red giving you the appearance of what people confuse for a ghost. This year you dress as an undead bride. Your dress is black it's also strapless with the transparent veil matching. You need room for running so you ripped a slit on your skirt so you could run quickly. It makes your task easy since you'd need to do a lot of running throughout the night. You didn't know it but many citizens kept staring due to the amount of skin shown from your legs. The skirt flowed effortlessly behind you and strapless top of your dress displays your shoulders. You found yourself at an alley watching a group of teenage villains. One is a blonde school girl dressed as a zombie. Her two male friends are dressed in masked costumes so you can't identify their faces. They're busy discussing how they'll kidnap some students from a hero Academy. You decide you'll give them a huge scare. Pulling out a small firecracker from your cleavage you light it on fire with a match you kept in your backpack. You wait until the last second to throw it right in front of the small group. You begin laughing as the group scream in fright. The school girl looking zombie is the only one to dodge immediately. You laugh as the costumes of the masked boys are on fire. The female seems to be fond of your actions her big smile looking up to you as though she is elated by your actions.

"Happy Halloween, suckers!" You laugh running off.

You were so busy laughing that you didn't notice the man standing behind you. You bump into his toned chest falling down on your ass. Your eyes widen looking up at this man. You blush at such a good looking guy staring down at you. He has a bored expression unaffected by the fact you ran into him. You wonder if he could possibly be involved with the trio you so happened to prank.

His leather trench coat is stitched together like many parts of his body. He is undead just as you are. The giant screw on the left side of his head prove he isn't wearing a costume. It isn't a false one you could tell its screwed inside his noggin. You didn't have a chance to stand up before the school girl from earlier showed up. You notice she has devil looking wings and a tail but upon closer inspection you realize she is a succubus. She's giggling at your stunned expression.

"Guess she is surprised Dabi! Heh heh do you think we should have some fun?" She pulls out her knife.

You decide to pull out your smoke bombs right in front of their faces, making a run for it. You leap off the building making it to the other. You left them stunned for a moment. You had no idea if it would hold them back or not. You pull out your knife from your leg pocket where your skirt hid it. There is no way you would leave home without some sort of protection. You run as fast as your high heals would let you. You'd be impressed if it wasn't for the fact the succubus was flying above you while the male was right behind you yet again. You didn't realize the school girl is a succubus. You could hear the stomping from his boots. You leap high in the air with a twirl throwing caramel sauce in the girls hair after blowing into your whistle. It was a special whistle you use for summoning trained pet bats. They flock around her attacking her. She didn't move from her position in the air. She was far too busy trying to get them away from her. She fell to the top of another roof as they continued attacking her. When landing back onto the roof you pull out another trick for this guy. Handsome or not he could try hurting you. You pull out a handful of beads onto the ground as fast as you could. Surprisingly he reacts just as well but he used his quirk. His hands shot blue flames giving him a boost to jump over you. He would land behind you but you're not having it. You pull out a match and hairspray. His eyes widen throwing himself back causing himself to fall on the ground. You laugh jumping right over him. His eyes caught the black lacy panties you wear under your skirt. He wasn't expecting such a view. Not as much as your little present you left him. A handful of flour thrown to his face. You laughed jumping off the roof into a window.

"Enjoy your new look, sucker!"

The open window of the abandoned building led to a good hiding spot you knew where they would never look. You hid behind an opening of dry wall that would lead you to a path behind the walls. You watch from the holes in the wall. As expected the male wasn't happy with your prank to his face. He looked quite silly with the white powder covering his face and hair. He ran his hand throw his hair only to realize his hair is also covered in flour. You held back laughter not wanting to give away your hiding spot. He looks around the area of the small building wondering where you may have gone. Nothing is inside the room aside from broken pieces of wood and a hole in some of the hard wood floor due to age. He is very quiet. His multi colored eyes show no emotion except for curiosity. He has green and blue separate colored eyes. You look into your bag finding your mini paint ball gun. Right when he is about to leave you aim directly for his ass. It hit directly at his right cheek causing him to jump slightly since the pain came out of no where. He looks around while holding his ass cheek. You blush at the amount he couldn't fit into his hand. Good looking and a great ass he is quite the package. You aim when he faced the other way again. It didn't matter to you if he summoned his flames to try and intimidate you. You aim for his other butt cheek. As expected he jumps slightly again. You can see he is annoyed from the look in his eyes.

"You might as well come out because I'm not afraid to light this building on fire." He said while shooting flames onto the ground.

It catches fire but you don't care since you're a zombie. As an undead lady it wouldn't matter to you. It would annoy you sure but it would still be no issue to you. You held in laughter once more aiming directly in between his cheeks knowing exactly where the next hit would get him. The orange paint ball you shot hit exactly where you targeted. It mixed with the other paint you shot at his cheeks prior to the final shot. Orange, blue, and red paint made his hands covered with colors adding to the humiliation of his face covered in flour. He wasn't expecting you to aim at such a private area. It hurt too in fact it burned. Paint balls do as little as bruise sure but against one of his most sacred areas was too much. His eyes fill with anger.

"Where are you?!"

You giggle shooting another paint ball at him before making a run for it at the other side of the building behind the walls. He shot fireballs of blue where you were at but he found nothing. You froze watching him destroy the wall as if it were nothing. He dodged the paintball you shot but you're not done yet. You shoot a flurry of paint balls at him only getting one more shot to his side this time. Having enough he decides to blow up the building with his destructive quirk. You scream as you're thrown into the sky from the explosion. You knew he meant it when he said he would destroy the building but you were having too much fun. You cover your body in case the flames destroy your clothes. You land not too far from the building with only your dress burnt off you. Since your dress is in complete shreds of burnt ashes you pull the remaining parts off your body. You're left in your black lacy lingerie. Your left leg garter reveals you have a strap beneath it where it held your leg strap for your beloved knife. A large shadow covers your small form sitting on the ground. You notice it's the same male with the fire quirk but he doesn't seem to be as angry as you thought he was. You huff covering your chest with your arms.

"My eyes are up here, pervert!"

"Not my fault you're wearing something sexy."

You stood up grabbing the knife from your leg strap. Judging by the lust in his eyes there is no way you're taking a chance with his guy. He could still be trying to hurt you. He was crazy enough to blow up a damn building.

"No need to get defensive."

"Yeah, sure. You blow up a building and you don't think I should get defensive."

"You're the one pulling pranks on me. I warned you didn't I?"

"Well.. yeah but you're still a stranger."

"I know you're a zombie. Calm down."

"How...?"

"You're like me. We are both the living dead. I can easily tell."

"Oh.." You shrug putting away your knife. You turn around without a second thought. He calls you before you take another step.

"Hey."

"What do you want? If you're going to ask me to shoot another paint ball in your 'glory hole' I don't want to hear it."

"I was going to say you might want to head the other direction but I wouldn't stop you if you wanted too so badly. I'm used to girls staring at my ass."

"I was obviously aiming there to annoy you." You rolled your eyes.

How full of himself can he be? His eyes haven't left your body since this conversation began. You can feel his eyes on you even as you're facing the other direction. You smirk at the thought of this guy watching your ass.

"Ah, what the hell. Why not have a little fun with this guy?" You thought before turning back around.

You notice he is standing directly in front of you this time. You didn't expect it but he is staring directly at your face. You give him a confused glance since you can't read his expression.

"What? Did you enjoy the paint ball up your ass that much?"

He gave a laugh at such a question. You're attractive but he found your humor hilarious.

"You did catch me by surprise but it wasn't on my mind."

"Then what do you want, cutie?"

"I can't remember the last time someone called me cute. If you're really curious. What would you say if I said you?"

He still standing directly in front of you. Guess he was spaced out looking at you. You chuckle bringing out your knife to cut his white shirt in half.

"Hmm.. a six pack. Not bad." You look at his face again pinching his cheek. "You're cute but not that cute." You say while turning back around.

He held your wrist causing you to hold back laughter again.

"So now I'm not cute enough?"

"Yeah the flour covering your face makes it hard to take you seriously. Besides give a girl a break not even offering her dinner."

"I don't need to offer you dinner when I'm the main course." He tugs your arm pulling you against his chest.

His other hand held your waist. You're looking directly at his face he meant every word. His voice became rough as his hand slid to your left cheek to give a squeeze.

"Wearing a thong in public? Naughty girl."

"Oh I'm the naughty one? You're the one grabbing without permission, handsome. You'll have the be punished."

You place a hand on his chest gently rubbing downwards until you squeeze his right pec. He licked his lips enjoying the feeling.

"Then punish me."

He was getting his high off doing this in public. No one is around but the fact you two very well could get caught made him increasingly hard. Your lingerie suits your pale skin in an oh so alluring fashion. He can't wait to have you underneath him. Before he does so he'll have to pin you against a wall first. He wants to be rough with you. It isn't his fault your body was teasing him this whole time. Your little panty shot earlier when you jumped over him made him a bit horny. He'd never admit it now that you're his to have as a fuck toy for the next hour or so. He picks you up with one arm while the other unbuckled his belt. He is walking to a nearby building deciding an alley is good enough for now. He roughly pressed you against the wall watching your bouncing breasts. You take this moment to slide his trench coat over his shoulders. You lean in kissing his neck gently nibbling the skin up and down. He leaned his head back moaning in bliss. You got his sweet spot on the first try. Enjoying his moans you bite his ear before whispering.

"Is that all? Maybe I'll be kind enough to go a second round with you. For now take your punishment." You said before pulling one of his nipples harshly.

He didn't react as much as you wanted but he still closed his eyes in pleasure. Ignoring the flour on his face you look to the giant screw knowing full well what his kind enjoy. You began untwisting it then twirling it back in place roughly. He hissed then went after your thong giving you a wedgie. You mew twisting the screw in his head harder. You grind against him wanting to make this man beg for you.

"I'm Y/n and I want you to beg for me." You command deciding you'll put your quirk to good use.

Using your telekinesis quirk you make his arms wrap around your waist to hold you while you have his legs take a couple steps back.

"I don't want my toy thinking I'll be his little fuck toy. You're mine to play with so if you don't do as I say then I'll make each punishment torturous than the last." You said looking in his eyes.

He doesn't mind you controlling his body from the looks of it. He's eager to get punished by you in fact he wants this right now. Whatever you have planned next for him he will obey. You remove your bra revealing your pierced nipples to him. You have a barbell piercing on both with two little round orbs around your nipples. The tiny studs made the perky nipples more inviting to him.

"Suck, dirty boy."

You shove your breast into his mouth using your telekinesis to push his head back. All he could see is your face and neck. It was a bit uncomfortable but your breast made him forget about it. You didn't realize he had a tongue piercing it was a weird sensation against your plush breast. His lips felt soft yet rough from the unnatural patched skin. His continuous sucking felt amazing he took pleasure in hearing your lewd moaning.

"Damn keep it up! I want you doing the other one once the skin is nice and red. Rougher you nasty boy~" You command pressing his head hard against your chest with a hand.

He is still unable to move his arms thanks to your quirk. Slowly his teeth press against the skin of your areolas in what felt like chewing. You close your eyes in bliss grabbing onto his shoulders while you threw your head back. Having enough you remove your breast from his mouth with a pop. He wasn't ready to move on with the other one until he saw how red your breast is. He began working on your other breast by licking the little bud. Your piercing made it easy for him to come up with an idea. He bit the tiny silver stud using it to pull your nipple in a rough manner.

"Oh..!"

He stops once he thinks you've had enough. He gave your plush skin love bits. The red marks didn't compare to the redness of yours nipples. You swore your areolas are swollen. You didn't give a damn if they were because it was too pleasurable. Climbing off of him you make his body strip for you.

"Give me a show and maybe I'll give you five minutes of doing whatever you want to me."

He grins beginning with his trench coat. Standing shirtless he bit his lip removing his belt revealing his hard member poking out his boxers. His pants stood no chance of staying up with his belt no longer supporting them. His tight black boxers look amazing on his sexy man body but you'd prefer it if he were naked. His thighs look strong as do his arms. Such muscles shouldn't be wasted you'll make sure he understands how impressive they are.

"Good now get on your knees. I want you right here." You point to the ground in front of you.

He obeys you being sure he is in between your legs. He kissed your thighs with out permission. He didn't let you speak since his teeth bit your thighs several times. Wanting to get him back you use your quirk to pull at the dark boxers giving him a wedgie. He grunts looking up at you amused. You rip his boxers off his body using your telekinesis to shove one of the pieces in his mouth. You press your foot on his chest pushing him to the dirty ground. You pin his arms above his head proving you can use your quirk on several areas at once.

"Look at how much you need me. Such a horny mess you are." You comment using your hands to spread his legs.

They're warm but you want to examine what he has to offer you. You lick your fingers using your thumb and index finger to squeeze precum out the tip. It oozed out gloriously traveling down his nice firm member. His muffled grunt didn't go unheard. You smirk deciding you've had enough.

"Good boy~ I'll give you your reward." You said hovering over his lap.

Facing him you gently lower your womanhood onto his large pole. You can feel some of his precum against your tight walls. It was sizzling hot but in the best way possible. He stretched you but it wasn't overwhelming. His thick dick pleased you as you rock against him.

"Guess you don't like it. I can't hear you."

You lift up them slam hard onto him causing his head to be thrown back again. For some reason your telekinesis is strong he couldn't move his arms no matter how hard he tried. Removing his boxers out of his mouth you command his next action.

"I want you to help me. My legs don't need to be exhausted when you can do all the work. You've earned your five minutes of pleasure time. Do as you please with me."

You didn't have to say it twice his strong hands lift you up even while he laid flat on the ground. He kept groaning and grunting at the fast pace. You loved every feeling his dick gave you. This guy is perfect he can please you in ways only a man could. His large member couldn't be slammed into you. Your tight walls wouldn't allow for it so easily. Atleast not as fast as he would like to go. While his pace was fast it wasn't at its full potential. He grabs onto your thighs spreading your legs wide apart. Your tongue flopped out while you cried in bliss.

"F-fuck..! Harder! Harder my toy!"

He did as you said with a rough pace soon he is able to slam you onto him. His pace quick and rough you didn't bother commanding him any longer. The five minutes turned into thirty minutes. By the thirty minute mark he was impressed you have not yet released as many girls normally did. Amused he kicked it up a notch flipping positions so you're beneath him. He took the opportunity to grab your breasts. You moan as he continued thrusting into you.

"I have to admit I like your piercings. When you announce to the busy streets how dirty you are make sure you remember my name is Dabi."

"Y-yes Dabi...!" You pant reaching closer to your end.

He roughly handled your breasts adding to their redness he gave them earlier with his mouth. He stretched, pulled, and twisted as he pleased while he was thrusting into you. You kept moaning his name not caring that the both of you are in public. It didn't matter if you're seen all that mattered is the intense pleasure he gave you. No one was around at the moment but you were quite loud much to Dabi's enjoyment. After your first round with him it was now the both of you realized you're each capable of this for hours so it's exactly what you two decide to do.

Extended Ending 💙

The succubus finally managed to get the pesky group of bats off her tail but she wasn't sure where her friend was. It was a while of getting attacked by those troublesome bats so she is not even sure how long it took. She is a good friend of Dabi and Toga is her name. She flew around the area hoping to find some type of trace of him until she quickly saw fire fighters nearby at a charred building. She recognized the blue flames from her friends quirk. Deciding to continue looking for him she flies above buildings in the area. An unexpected aura of sexual energy hit her hard. Her succubus senses led her to where the commotion was coming from. She laughed finally finding out where her friend has been. Not wanting to waste such a feast she fed while happily watching the undead couple in the alley.

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nameless-shrimp · 3 years ago

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TREASURE OF FINE WISHES || (PIRATE! AU) OSAMU DAZAI

↳ PAIRING: (Pirate! AU) Osamu Dazai x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 2.6k

↳ WARNINGS: heavy grammar errors, implied suicidal thoughts with reader, Dazai's typical suicide references, murder, blood

↳ SYNOPSIS: The most wanted pirate captain asks you to join his crew to become a navigator so he can find the one treasure that he truly desires.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: thank you to @bsdparadise for brainrotting with me on pirates because damn, pirate! au dazai sounds sexy as hell. so here you go. also, i have been very insecure about my writing, so if this sucks, i am sorry, lol. if you want more, let me know, and i'll be sure to write more on pirate! au in the future.

Wanted posters were laid out amongst the pillars. Dogs scramble on their feet, barking further down the streets of the town while you grab ahold of the quill pens. Without hesitation, you toss your leftover coins on the table. Unsatisfied looks on your face never really suited you, as someone had told you in the past, and with one heel turn—eyes facing straight ahead to the peachy sunlight, you make your way further down the path.

Walks home were usually peaceful, though this time, it wasn’t the case. Due to the fact that the town had its fair share of screams and the way that pirates typically taunted normal citizens—simply for the fact that they were nothing but basic people. Families were broken up. Innocents were slaughtered. Blood painted amongst the walls had become a social norm. And you hide your face, deep within the dark hood, with a scrunch of your nose, you ignore the cry of a woman beneath one of the alleyways.

Dreadful. The place you once called home had now died down to a pirate village, where many citizens were held against their will. And now, you became a slave. Though your life was spared, yet part of you wondered if you were supposed to be met with death instead.

The uncomfortable wooden door faces in front of you. Eyes squint in displeasure; you knock three times. Footsteps shuffle from the other end. A huff; with a chuckle audible from the other side, and then the door squeaks open.

A scarred face watches your movement. He stomps once on the ground; black boots echoing throughout the dim-lit room. Lanterns wash over the counters. The other crew members snicker; some with fish-like grins with bowled-out eyes. The main captain laughs before he whacks the back of your head. Amusement filled the hearts of others—these dangerous fishmen, who remained nothing but brought displeasure to your home. For your sake, you walk past them, not minding their chuckles as they toss empty bottles your way.

“Hey navigator,” the main captain calls out, voice darker than the deep sea. “Finish those damn maps so we can get a move on from this town already.”

“Sure.”

Making your way to the empty room, the familiar surroundings were torturous and empty. Nothing but ruffled blankets and a desk so small that your back ached from each morning the sun rose. To be held captive by fishmen pirates that cursed the streets and brought nothing but despair amongst the families. It was unsettling, to say the least, though you were the one held captive; perhaps, death must’ve seemed a bit more interesting way to go.

Blood stained the splintered wood. Your bottom lip quivers, in hopes that the loud commotion from the main room would fade out your soft sob. With your knees giving in, you watch the stack of books tumble down once you begin to let out a heavy cry deep beneath the rough fabric of the blankets. A slave. That was what you were—to be held captive and forced to work under pirates so that you would survive just one more day. As long as the maps were finished, they’d be able to focus on traveling further into the sea—in hopes of having you not be near their presence any longer.

One of the books fell open, pages swirling from the dash of wind that peeked through the open window. Your eyes trail along with the words. Treasure Of Fine Wishes. As so the chapter led on; the fishmen pirates that held you captive yearned for this chest. As the tale continued, one who captures the treasure is given one wish and is able to be granted that dream for the rest of their lives. A fairytale. Almost. And it sounds barbaric, even for a commoner like you, though pirates remained greedy.

Prideful to their bones. The stench of alcohol typically reeked in their mouths. Pirates were scum. Lowly bastards—to you, at least.

Once you cry out in misery, a large crash was heard from outside your room. Though this wasn’t the usual bar fight sound. Swords were drawn from the hips. And you shuffle on your feet as you shield the cry, eavesdropping on the large startled male screams from the other side. Some sounded like the fishmen crew, which was unusual—because who would be able to stop those disgusting pirates? Your heart churns at the thought.

Fear boils your blood. Quickly, you take a chair and ease it along with the doorknob, in hopes that whoever had invaded the captain’s secret home would be held back even in the slightest. You turn to the open window, where you climb on your desk, wincing at the splinters pinching your skin and stare down at the streets that were covered in red. Glistening crimson tattooed the paths.

‘Jump.’ A dangerous thought sweeps across your mind. At least three floors down would’ve damaged you. Let alone, killed you. Though there was no way out of the mess you were in—once a slave, always one.

The bedroom door swings open, startling you as a cry echoes in the room. The chair falls down in defeat. And heels were audible in the room; black boots, once again, yet your tear-stained eyes were met with fiery orange hair. A mysterious man; he huffs for a moment before shaking his head. Turning on his heel, he whistles.

“Oi, you mackerel. Found her,” he calls out.

He turns to you, winking once before shaking his head. You notice that he was quick on his feet, almost punching another person on the other side of the door, and then your eyes widen. A taller man walks in; more so, with the impression that he was the captain, with ruffled shirts tucked underneath the black leather outfit he bestowed.

“Oh, dear, you should get down from the desk. The fall will kill you,” the mysterious man says. “Unless you wish to go down to death with me? With a beauty like you, then I’d accept it in a heartbeat.”

“Who—who are you?”

He notices your stutter before walking towards you, holding out a hand. The top of his hat laid a white feather. He nods comfortingly. “Captain Osamu Dazai; I am here to set you free—or well, in this case, have you join my crew.”

Oh. The captain that was printed out on the wanted posters. And you shake your head, nearly stumbling back on the desk. “What happened to—”

“I killed them all,” Dazai interrupts. He was rewarded with an “I did all the work!” from the other side of the door. Most likely from the unusual-haired man that you met with earlier. Without warning, Dazai grabs ahold of your waist, causing you to heave out breaths. He smirks in satisfaction; neck smells so sweet like ocean salt.

Setting you down, you nearly lose your balance and remain close to the chipped wall. “I want nothing to do with pirates,” you say.

“Understandable,” Dazai responds, resting his chin on his index finger. “Though, I need a navigator to help me find a treasure.”

“Typical of pirates to say.”

“No, no,” Dazai argues in an unusual cocky tone. “This is a unique kind of treasure. The one that grants you any wish you desire once you open the chest. I’m sure you know what I am speaking of, yes?”

You blink. “The Treasure Of Fine Wishes; the one chest that no pirate has ever captured ever throughout the sea.”

“A smart navigator like you knows all about it,” Dazai chuckles in amusement. “And it’s hidden further deep within the waters. I need an intelligent navigator to help me with my crew.”

“No,” you spat. “I want nothing to do with pirates anymore.”

“Oh?” He pouts playfully; you raise a brow. A change in character—so odd. “But I just saved your life by killing most of these pirate fishmen. Won’t you join my crew and help me fulfill my quest?”

“Have you gone deaf?” You raise your voice, walking closer to the tall man. A closer look at his feathers. His eyes were dull; fiery irises lit like fresh lanterns laid out on ships. Dazai smiles, continuing to snicker before you ball your hands into fists. “Just because you saved my life does not mean that I will join your despicable crew!”

“You look beautiful underneath the moonlight like this,” he flirts, tilting his head before he begins to frown. “But you were taken advantage of. Forced to work under pirates that don’t deserve to hold the title of being one. I assure you that you’ll be safe with me.”

You spit on his boots; he scrunches his nose. “No.”

Dazai winces. “Rude. I just stole this pair the other day.”

“Leave this town and never come back!”

“Forget them,” the familiar voice from before was audible. More footsteps were heard from others amongst the main room.

Out of curiosity, you walk past the flirty captain to open the door wider to see bar stools laid out along the floor. Dead bodies of the pirate crew that had mentally scarred you were now empty souls. The two standing men with flamboyant attires watch your stumbling body as you manage to maze your way through the corpses on the floor.

Almost falling back, Dazai catches your arm. You look up at him, where he doesn’t bother to share a glance with you. He furrows his eyes at the orange-haired man, who displays a flamboyant hat upon his strands. “What did you say, Chuuya?” Dazai asks, arching a brow.

“If they don’t wanna become a part of the crew, then they don’t have to join,” one of his crew members, Chuuya, speaks with a threatening stab to his tone. “Not everyone wants to join the most wanted crew in the whole sea, you know that? Or are you just gonna be the idiot you always are?”

“So charming,” Dazai raises his voice playfully, still holding onto your arm. “Says the one that always wants to stop by random towns for new hats.”

“Hey, watch your damn mouth, asshole!”

“Hey darling,” Dazai says, quickly turning to you. His face softens; eyes illuminating from the bare peek of the moonlight from up above the shattered windows. “I can guarantee that you will be safe with my crew and I. There is nothing left for you at home anymore. It’s time for you to experience new adventures.”

“I am not joining your damn crew!” You retort, shaking away from his grasp.

“How sad,” Dazai pouts in defeat. “I could’ve asked you to drown in the sea with me. It would’ve been a perfect double suicide but looks like that plan is now gone forever.”

“Here we go again,” Chuuya groans loudly. “You suicide freak. I’m going to wait by the ship,” he wails out a hand; rings glaring from the light. “Tell Atsushi and Akutagawa I’m going back there.”

“Whatever you say,” Dazai sighs. “I’ll find them after they take care of the orphans.”

You blink; mind spiraling into curiosity. “Orphans?”

Dazai notices your facial expression. His lips rise to a smile. For some reason, your heart beats quicker at his stare, and you decide to avoid fighting back from his grip. “I asked two of my other crew members to make sure that the orphans are taken back to their families if they’re still around the city. Some of the children were taken away from their parents, right?”

Seriously. A man with words must have the ability to toy with your thoughts. Pirates are filled with danger pooling their blood; not one bit of remorse or sympathy for others was shown to these people. Greed. Power. It was their genetic makeup, almost. And yet you stand before the most wanted captain, who claims that his crew is helping the orphans of your town.

“You’re lying,” your lips tighten. “Pirates don’t help citizens or innocents. They just cause chaos and madness. They’re nothing but a danger to society.”

“You should be taught that not all pirates are bad criminals, you know?” Dazai chuckles, letting your arm go finally before dusting the ends of his black coat. He tucks his hands in his pockets, hopping over the corpses like a child; a giddy look rippled across his face. “Just because we steal and take treasure doesn’t mean we slaughter people all the time. At least, my crew doesn’t.”

“What do you—”

“Look,” Dazai holds up a compass; one flick of his fingers and the red pointer glows to you. He eyes it carefully, watching the sharpened end face you. “This compass shows a pirate what he truly desires the most in his heart. And once I found out you are the navigator, I knew that I needed to have you in my crew.”

“Your compass must be broken,” you argue.

“Ah, ah, ah!” He raises his voice playfully, closing his eyes for a brief moment in the process. “Say what you wish but I will tell you this,” you arch a brow at his rhyme and he chuckles, “only you have studied the sea well throughout books and created maps to help me find the treasure I desire.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “That’s not true.”

“This compass has never failed me,” Dazai says, clasping the compass to a shut before tossing it into his pockets. “And I’m sorry to tell you this, but I need you to come with me.”

“How long are we talking?”

“Hm?” Dazai hums, pursing his lips. “Depends on how long the trip is. I can’t guarantee you’ll be back home in a month if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

“I don’t know how to fight or—”

“Don’t worry,” Dazai waves his hand around aimlessly. Seriously? He is a pirate captain? “I’ll make sure everyone protects you along with me, of course. Can’t have a beautiful navigator like you die on me.”

Scrunching up your nose, you sighed deeply. “I have no choice now, do I?”

“Well, you technically do,” Dazai murmurs, audibly enough for you to hear. “However, even if you say no, I’d bug you to make sure that you’re able to tag along anyways.”

“Bastard.”

“You have a way with words,” Dazai smiles; a cocky smirk soon grows upon his lips. “Now, what do you say? Once I receive my treasure, I will take you back to this town safe and sound once the adventure is all over.”

Captain Osamu Dazai; the man was commonly talked amongst the fishmen crew that had taken you hostage in hopes of them finding treasure to grant their true wish. Though, you didn’t expect him to act—well, like this. To go from a serious satire to a flirty, charming gaze with boisterous childlike tones, it was a bit unsettling. Yet you watch him, with his hand holding out to you. His body shines underneath the moon; black coat fresh like silk and skin in remembrance of the ocean sea.

His smirk never leaves. At first, Dazai opens his mouth to speak. Instead, he reaches back down to his coat pocket and flips open his compass once more. The red pointer glows in your direction; Dazai grins at the sight. A teasing stare. You gulp; he chuckles deeply.

“So, what do you say, my dear...” Dazai raises his voice cautiously.

You blink at him before he closes the compass once more.

“Care to join my pirate crew?”

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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Headcanon: Let’s break up on the 30th of February

This work, 我们 2月30日号分手吧, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

Every failed prank pulled on Victor has only served to embolden you. Once again, you’ve come up with an idea on how to challenge him.

“Victor. After giving it much thought, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February.” Exercising your acting skills, you bite your lower lip, standing before him with a pitiful expression. Your eyes are welling with tears as you pretend to be torn between reluctance and resoluteness.

“Mm,” Victor responds simply.

Without lifting his head, he circles some data on your proposal with a red pen, then draws a cross.

Hold on, why is this situation turning out different from what you imagined? Wasn’t he supposed to tug on your hand, begging you not to leave with reddened eyes? Turns out the television dramas lied!

You gripe, pinching his ear. “You actually responded with just a ‘mm’!”

“What else?” He creates some distance between himself and the desk, giving you more space to move. Resigned, he covers his hand over yours, rescuing his poor ear from your clutches.

“Do you not love me anymore? As expected, men don’t know how to treasure what they’ve obtained!” You lunge at him, and the chair swivels backwards along with this action. Fortunately, Victor holds you before you fall.

“Didn’t you say it yourself?” After keeping you steady, he brings you into his arms.

Enraged, you give him glare, climbing up from his body and giving him an angry stomp on the foot. “Who was the one who said he’d never leave me? Now that I want a break up, you aren’t even trying to make me stay.”

Victor’s brows scrunch up in pain. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know that the 30th of February doesn’t exist?”

Seeing that your plot has been unravelled, you chuckle in embarrassment. Trying to placate him, you nuzzle into his arms. “Heheh, Teacher Victor is really smart!”

He encircles his arm around your waist. As though he’s forgiving a playful child for the umpteenth time, he pinches your waist as a small punishment. “Since a certain someone doesn’t have sufficient IQ, I’ll have to make up for her absence of IQ.”

“Victor, there’s no need for personal attacks!

[ GAVIN ]

Having an off day from work, the two of you decide to stay at home instead of heading out.

He’s currently reading a book while you’re scrolling on your phone as usual. All of a sudden, you come across a pretty interesting prank, and decide to use it on Gavin. “Gavin, let’s break up on the 30th of February.

Gavin freezes, the arm around your shoulders loosening by quite a fair amount. He turns his head stiffly towards you, a dash of pain flashing in his dimming amber eyes. “Have you... thought it through?”

“I have. We’ll break up on the 30th of February.” You give him a nod of certainty.

Gavin retracts his right hand which was around you earlier. With his brows tightly knit, he speaks carefully, his tone filled with unease. “Then... before you find someone who can protect you, could I continue protecting you in the meantime?”

Oh my goodness, I forgot how honest this man could be.

“Gav, look at the calendar.” Knowing that you’ve gone too far, you hurriedly tap open the calendar app on your phone.

“I’m not looking! I know that it’s the 26th of February today, and there are four more days till the 30th.” Gavin cranes his neck away, pushing away the phone you’ve brought to him, tone slightly upset. If he had ears on the top of his head, they’d definitely be drooping.

“Why don’t you take another look?” Suppressing your laughter, you push the phone in front of him again.

“I don’t want to!” He squeezes his eyes shut. “You’re going to tell me that it’s a non-leap year, which means there’s a year and four days left. But a year passes by really quickly, and the 30th will arrive soon.”

Oh no, I’ve shocked this poor boy silly.

Not receiving a response from you even after a long time, Gavin opens his eyes to find that you’ve been rendered speechless. He lowers his head with a pout. “Am I wrong?”

With a sigh, you lift his head, giving him a gentle gaze as you explain. “Dear, it’s a non-leap year, but there are only 29 days in February even in a leap year. There will never be a 30th February, which is why I’ll never break up with you in this lifetime.”

“...”

Gavin blinks, reacting only after a long while. Reaching out to encase you back into his arms, his fluffy hair nuzzles the crook of your neck affectionately. “You gave me a scare. In compensation, go stargazing with me tonight.”

[ LUCIEN ]

The bathroom is always the easiest place for inspiration to strike.

“Lucien, I’ve made a decision. I’ll break up with you on the 30th of February.” Your expression is solemn as you step out of the bathroom, looking at Lucien as he reads a book.

The light in Lucien eyes dim, and he sets down the book. With a mellow tone, he asks, “Little Butterfly, are you serious?”

You nod, repeating yourself once more with the acting skills you’ve picked up from actors during filming. “I’m serious. We’ll break up on 30th February.”

Lucien pauses for a moment, then lowers his head in thought. The situation dawns on him, and he releases a sigh, casting you a resigned glance. Tugging on your hand so that you sit in front of the dressing table, he takes out the hair dryer and dries your hair slowly. “Sorry. Even though I know there won’t be a 30th February, I won’t agree to it.”

“Huh? Why not?” You turn your head, speaking loudly amid the whirring wind. “Since you’ve already figured it out, just play along with me!”

He pats your half-dried hair, then turns the hair dryer off. Then, he locates the styling brush and tidies your hair. “I don’t wish for us to be tainted by the term ‘break up’, even if the chances of that happening is zero.”

Lucien is indeed pretty sensitive when it comes to this matter. Realising this, you obediently sit still on the chair like an elementary school kid, leaving him to tidy your hair. “Okay okay, I was in the wrong. I won’t joke about such things next time. Also, I can promise that the butterfly will never leave her painter in this lifetime.”

“Good.” The corners of Lucien’s lips curl upwards, satisfied.

He picks up the hair dryer again. “Since you’ve admitted your mistake, your punishment will be to make me cream puffs, and accompany me to class tomorrow, in the capacity of a family member.”

[ KIRO ]

Once again catching Kiro red-handed as he steals your snacks, you grab a fistful of his hair angrily. “Kiro, since you’re always taking my snacks, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February!”

“Miss Chips, you saw that post too?” Kiro completely ignores the first half of your sentence. As though lacking even a shred of remorse, he places your favourite snack back in its original position, unable to hide it in time. He stands up obediently, the innocent expression on his face causing your anger to dissipate.

“Huh? You already know about it?”

“Of course. There’s nothing Kiro doesn’t know!” Being able to escape unscathed, Kiro’s imaginary tail wags in the air.

You roll your eyes, chasing him away from the snack cupboard. “Boring.”

“But Miss Chips, let’s not say such things in the future. I’ll admit that I was a little frightened earlier.” He lifts his hand, showing you a gap between his thumb and forefinger. “But just a little.”

“Really! Did I really scare you?” Pleasantly surprised, you turn around.

Kiro arches his brows in astonishment, then lowers his head as though upset. “Miss Chips, what’s with that excited expression?”

“Ever since we returned from the haunted house, I’ve always wanted to give you a fright, then snap photographs of your expression and make them into memes,” you laugh, taking out a small box from your pocket. Retrieving the lock from within, you clasp it onto the snack cupboard under Kiro’s shocked gaze.

“Miss Chips!!”

On that day, all the citizens within 10km distance had a discussion online about how they heard a man mimicking the voice of superstar Kiro, but his tone sounded so miserable that it was akin to a squealing pig awaiting its demise.

[ SHAW ]

After who knows how many times of facing Shaw’s mockery, you decide to give him a scare by employing a new prank you learnt on the web.

“Shaw, I’m ending our relationship as girlfriend and boyfriend on the 30th of February!”

Shaw’s eyes flit to you leisurely as he grabs the final chicken cutlet on the coffee table. Revealing a triumphant grin, he begs to be punched as he responds, “Pick another day. There won’t be a 30th February in your lifetime.”

???

Finding this incredulous, your eyes widen. “You little brat - you’re looking forward to the end of our relationship, aren't you?”

“I wouldn't say that I’m ‘looking forward’ to it, but it’s inevitable.”

He doesn’t explain further, licking the corners of his lips. Then, he takes a sip of mixed cola from your coke. The longer you watch him, the more enraged you are. It’s often said that people tend to lose their rationality when angry. Without much thought, the words in your head leap out of your mouth.

“Fine! Since you’re so certain, I’ll end this relationship with your annoying eggplant head today!”

“Sure.” Shaw feels around in his pocket.

You turn around to leave, never wanting to see this eggplant head ever again.

“Hey, wait.” He suddenly calls you. “I haven’t gotten my household register.”

Puzzled, you turn around with a glare. “A break up is just a break up. Why do you need your household register?”

Shaw stares at you as though he’s looking at a blockhead. “We’re ending our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, so isn’t the next step to start our relationship as husband and wife?”

At this stage, it’s difficult to remain angry. Yet, in order to preserve some dignity, you stutter and stammer, face flushed. “W-who even wants to start a relationship as husband and wife with you!”

“Who else but you?” Shaw digs through the drawer, retrieving both of your household registers. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you out of the house. “Let’s go and get a marriage license.”

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littlesniggy · 4 years ago

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Princess Part Three

Anon: Hello! I think it’s about time I request princess part 3 🧎‍♀️. I would love to read more if u have any more ideas floating around. (If u can’t think of anything to add disregard this. I love u tho 😉)

Thank you for your request, Anon! I hope it was okay for me to write a third part since it was @pure-kirarin requests originally. I hope you like it!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, degradation, name calling

Pairing: Kid x female reader

Word count: 3.8k

Part One Part Two

It was mere coincidence that she met him again but the moment she saw his ship from afar her heart started racing like crazy in her chest. Why was he here? Memories from two years ago rushed back to her mind, every dirty thing he did with her, every word of praise he uttered to her – everything was instantly present.

“Everything alright, dear?” her husband asked, studying here flushed face with a slightly concerned expression. “Do you have a fever?” she laughed awkwardly and shook her head. “No, everything’s fine. Don’t worry.” She uttered, trying to get her heartbeat under control. The ship disappeared behind a hill, probably rounding the island in search for a good anchoring spot. Nobody else seemed to have noticed the pirate ship which had her filled with slight relief, internally not wanting to them to get caught.

“Are you ready for the meeting, dear?” he asked, holding out his arm for her to take. She smiled back at him, looking confident on the outside but totally distraught on the inside. Would the event from back then repeat itself? Would they come to the castle, her new home and raid it like they did two years ago? Would they kill innocent people? Questions over questions flooded her mind but she had to remind herself to stay focused. She was a queen by now, her husband’s parents passed away last summer on sea on their way to a foreign kingdom. Pirates, most likely.

They walked through long corridors, passing countless doors until they stopped in front of a huge wooden double door. “Let’s hope everything goes smoothly.” He whispered, kissing her cheek before letting go of her arm. The doors opened and he walked in, her following a little behind.

The people in the room stood up, bowing down a little. Her husband nodded as a sign of greeting, she dropped a curtsey and took a seat by his side, hands folded on her lap. He was the one talking. Not because he thought it wasn’t a woman’s job but because he simply knew politics better than her. She attended every meeting, learning each time something new. He wanted her to ‘know the business’ as he liked to call it as well as him. She didn’t complain.

The meeting dragged on forever and she caught herself drifting away with her thoughts countless times, thinking about a certain pirate. It took all her willpower not to start rubbing her thighs together every time she had to think about sucking his dick, him taking her on her huge bed and making her moan in complete bliss.

When it was finally over, hands were shaken, smiles on everyone’s faces. The deal with the other kingdom was a complete success and she was proud of her husband’s negotiation skills. “You did great.” She whispered once everyone was out of ear shot and he smiled at her, giving him a short kiss on the lips. “Everything thanks to you. You’re my good luck charm.” He said, making her blush a little.

The dinner afterwards was a little more pleasant than the meeting, not as tense and a lot of alcohol was emptied by the men. She held small talk with everyone, knowing how to converse with people and how to keep it interesting and not let awkward pauses take over a conversation.

Later that night, when the two were in bed together, her husband already asleep, she was wide awake. She hadn’t heard anything about pirates landing on their island and she felt relief. On the other hand was she a little worried. Concerns about an ambush, looting and whatnot made her mind go crazy. She knew what Kid was capable of and that most encounters with the Kid pirates ended in a bloodbath. So, she made a decision.

Quietly, as not to wake her husband, she got out of bed and hurried into the dressing room, putting on some pants and a hoodie, not making the same mistake as last time and just leaving in her night gown. She exited the room and walked towards the entrance of the castle. The guards looked at her confused when they saw her.

“I’m just going for a walk.” She informed them. “Would your majesty want someone to accompany her?” one of them asked but she declined. She didn’t want anyone knowing where she was headed. “I’ll be back soon.”

When she was outside, the cold air hit her right in the face and she wrapped her arms around herself. Why didn’t she think of taking a jacket with her? Now it was too late and she better hurried to where she suspected their ship anchored.

It took her longer than expected to get to the spot where she imagined them to be. It was secluded, no citizens around and out of side from anyone. Her guts proved to be right when she saw the huge ship and loud laughter from afar. Her heart skipped a beat when she got closer and saw the silhouette of Eustass Kid, sitting by the fire place, surrounded by his crew.

But the closer she got the more doubt filled her body. What, if he didn’t recognize her? What, if killed her? And why did she come here in the fist place? Scenes from back then came back. It was all so familiar, her approaching the crew, not knowing what to expect, not knowing why she left the castle.

Before she knew she was standing there, in plain sight for everyone to see. Heat was the first one to notice her. He raised a hand and pointed at her. The crew fell silent and Kid slowly turned around. She couldn’t see his face, the light of the fire coming from behind him only illuminating his silhouette but she could see his confused eyes. “Who’s there?” he demanded to know. Taking one step after the other she slowly stepped into the light, her hands clutching at her hoodie. Her heart was racing, her mind telling her how stupid she was for mindlessly approaching them. But it was too late now.

“Who’re you?” Kid asked. She could now make out his irritated expression, no recognition on his part to who she was. Her heart sunk at the realization and she made a step back, her body demanding her to run away but she just couldn’t move. “I asked you a question!” Kid got up from his seat, stomping over to her, a hand on his gun, the other one – his metal arm – pointing at her. When did this happen? What did he do to lose his arm?

“You deaf? Answer me, woman.” He stopped right in front of her, his crew not far behind him. She had a lump in her throat, needing a few attempts to finally being able to speak up. “I-I’m…” his intense stare was boring right into her soul and she had to start over again. “I’m Y/n.” she whispered intimidated, her whole body shaking. How was it that he was even more intimidating than two years ago? Last time, she was scared, yes, but this time she was mortified being so close to him, especially since he didn’t remember who she was. For him, she was an intruder, probably with bad intentions. How could she be so foolish?

Kid looked her up and down, a scowl on his face. “Why are you here?” he asked. “I….I wanted to…see you.” Kid had to concentrate to hear her, barking at his crew to ‘shit the fuck up’ when they laughed at her pathetic form. Killer showed up right next to his captain. She felt his eyes look her up and down before he looked at Kid.

“I think I know her. She was the princess from that country we raided.” Kid looked at him confused, obviously not knowing which of the many countries he was talking about. But then it clicked and a huge grin replaced the scowl. He turned his head back to her, realization reflecting in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s the little princess, right?” he let go of his gun and took her chin between his index finger and thumb, eying her face curiously. “How comes you’re here? Have you missed me that much?” her cheeks flushed bright red and she averted her gaze, unable to answer his question.

“Why are you so shy, all of a sudden? If I remember correctly you were pretty damn loud the last time I saw you, Princess.” He chuckled; his thumb swept across her bottom lip. The men around them laughed, one of them whistled.

“Do you live on this island now? It’s a pretty island. Probably a lot of wealthy people here.” He withdrew his hand, leaving her longing for more of his touch.

The realization of his words hit her shortly after and she looked at him in shock. “What? No! Please, don’t do this again!” as good as he had made her feel back then, the trauma of your country, your home being invaded, your people being killed still haunted her dreams. Those were the nights she wished to forget but knew she never could.

Kid started laughing at her reaction, stepping a step back, his hand on his hip. “Why not? Who will stop us? You, Princess?” he teased, leaning down to her, a mad glint in his eyes. “Please….I’m…I’m begging you! Leave this country alone.” Tears started forming in her eyes. Now she knew why she came here. She wanted to confirm what she already knew. She came here to hear him say that they would repeat what they had done two years ago and she needed to stop him!

The captain chuckled amused, straightening his back again and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Usually, people go in their knees when they beg someone.” His voice was cutting through her like a knife. “C’mon, princess. I think I’ve taught you before how to kneel in front of someone, haven’t I?” knowing laughter echoed through the cold air. Embarrassment was written all over her face at the mention of how she knelt in front of him, everyone around them knowing exactly what their captain was talking about.

Hesitantly, she got down on her knees and bowed her head down to the cold ground, her forehead touching the dirt. “Please…..” she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. “Please what?” Kid insisted, making her repeat herself. “Please, leave my country alone.” “Your country?” He asked, smirking at her kneeling form. “Oh right, you were about to get married! How’s the life as a wife? Making your man as happy as you made me?” he crouched down in front of her, his warm hand patting her head before grabbing her hair and pulling it up, making her yelp in pain in the process.

“Did you learn any new tricks while I was gone?” his voice was low and heavy with suggestion, making her stomach twist at his words. She stayed silent, not wanting to answer this humiliating question. “I bet you did…mind if you show me?” Her eyes were staring back at his but out of the corners she saw the outlines of his dick pressing against his pants. She swallowed thickly, already made up her mind.

She didn’t need to answer to his question. He let go of her hair and got up, not bothering to help her up as well and just walking away, expecting her to follow. “I’ll be back soon!” he informed his crew with a cocky smirk, disappearing into the darkness. She had to hurry as to not lose him, the laughter of his crew following her with every step.

She followed his huge form through the small forest until they stood right in front of his ship. It was huge up close and her mouth was agape in awe. She had never seen a pirate ship up close but it was so exciting. Kid was already on the bridge, waiting for her to follow him. Quickly, she boarded the ship after him, looking around curiously. She kind of felt like a puppy following its master the way she was following him but she couldn’t help it. She was simply drawn to him. No matter how scared she was of him, how moody he could be, the excited feeling took over almost always, throwing all concerns over board.

“Pretty cool, huh? You said you wanted to become a pirate. I guess this is the closest you’ll ever get to become one.” He teased, knowing she would never leave her country. She just wasn’t cut to be a pirate. “Come.” He said, opening a door leading to as small hallway before he opened another door, giving way to his personal quarters.

She stepped inside and he closed the door behind her, not locking it this time. And why should he? She came here on her own accord, he wasn’t forcing her to follow him like last time. His dick was still hard but not as painful as before after having some time cooling down a little on the way here. But the moment he laid his eyes on her the blood rushed right back into his nether region.

She was standing in front of his bed, her front facing him and her hands had already removed the hoodie, leaving her in a thin, almost see-through top, her nipples visible under the fabric. “Fuck, princess.” He purred, taking two steps to stand right in front of her, admiring the perky little nubs.

“Not as shy as I remember but I like it!” he praised, his hand moving under her top, up her stomach to her breasts, fondling one roughly. She moaned, closing her eyes at his touch. Her hands moved over his muscular chest, scratching her nails over his skin. His grin widened and he removed the top, exposing her naked upper body. He licked his lips at the sight, leaning down to bite at the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Another moan filled the room and she opened the two belts he was wearing before opening his pants, letting them glide to the floor.

“Someone’s eager. I like it.” He purred, opening her pants as well and almost ripping them off her body, her panties following right after. “Kid…!” she panted, getting rid of the rest of his clothes until they both were completely naked. He pushed her onto the bed, taking a quick look at her open legs before she closed them and kneeled in front of him on his bed, eye-level with his dick.

Kid swept her hair out of her face, resting his hand on the back of her head. “Such a nice view. C’mon, princess. Show me how you blow your little king.” He purred, making her blush deeply. But she didn’t protest. Instead, she took his heavy dick into her hand, stroking it a couple of times before kissing the flushed tip. She tasted the first dops of his pre-cum, licking it up with her tongue. Kid watched her in amazement. She had changed so much. She was almost like a professional but with better hygiene and more wealth to her name.

“What a good, slutty princess, licking my dick like a lollipop.” At his praise she rubbed her legs together creating some friction. But she didn’t pay it any further mind and instead concentrated on the task at hand.

She closed her soft lips around his head, taking him in more and more. Her hand was stroking the part her mouth couldn’t reach, following the movements of her mouth. Kid groaned at the sight, guiding her head a little with his hand, his hips thrusting lazily against her face.

“Look at me, princess.” She opened her eyes at his demand, looking up at his, a wave of heat instantly rushing down to her core. Kid chuckled and began moving her head a little faster and deeper. Shameless, throaty moans filled the room. Her hand came up and started fondling his balls, squeezing them lightly while he face fucked her, his mushroom head bumping against the back if her throat. A few choked noises left her body but nothing too major. Saliva ran down her chin and just the sight of that could’ve made him cum at once but he held himself back. It would’ve been a waste to cum already, no matter how fucking lewd and sexy she was looking right now.

“You’ve trained quite a lot. Do you only suck your king’s dick or do you go around practice with the guards as well? Either way, he should be proud of his little whore.” Even if she could have she probably wouldn’t have retorted anything simply she didn’t know what. But his words had her pussy clench around nothing. Something about him calling her a whore had her whole body tingle in excitement.

“Good princess.” He praised, his eyes not leaving hers. He just glanced up once, seeing her hips wiggle, showing him how horny she was. “You want me fuck you, princess?” he asked when he looked back at her face. A small, muffled moan was his answer and he pushed her off his dick.

“Get in all four, princess.” He demanded but she hesitated. Irritated, he raised an eyebrow at her. “I said get in all four!” he repeated himself. The princess bit her lip, looking up at him shyly. “Can…can I ride you?” she asked with a weak voice. Kid was surprised to hear her make this request. Usually, the women just followed his orders. This was new. And he liked it. With a huge grin he let himself fall on his bed with his back, crossing his arms behinf his head. “Take a seat.” He invited her, watching her climb over his body, back turned to him. He looked her back up and down, grin even wider when he saw her ass. “What a nice view…”

She took his dick into her hand, the other one braced herself on his thick thigh for support. She raised her body, her core hovering over his dick and she slowly let herself sink on him. It hurt; of course it did. Neither she not he prepared her sex for his dick but over the last couple of years she found out that this made her even hotter. She liked the pain in the beginning, even though it was almost a little bit too painful.

Kid groaned when he felt her heat around him, instinctively thrusting upwards to meet her halfway. She yelped when he filled her out, clenching around him at the feeling. He was bigger than her husband. She could feel his prominent vein that was running over his shaft. She let her head hang low for a moment, letting her pussy adjust to his size before she started moving.

He watched as his dick slowly glided out of her core before she let herself fall back onto hi with a loud moan. “Fuck.” He hissed, closing his eyes at the feeling. His hand came back from under his head, grabbing the juncture between hip and thigh, digging his nails into her skin. “Move those fucking hips, princess.” He groaned. She let him sink in and glide out with each move, watching the show like Kid and feeling her stomach tingle.

It was so much different form her husband, so much more exciting that she picked up her pace soon, wanting to feel him deeper and deeper inside of her. Kid’s hand moved up, grabbing her tit in his big hand, fondling it roughly, playing with the sensitive tissues. She leaned back on him, her hands now bracing herself on his muscular chest for support, moving her hips up and down while the pirate thrusted his hips upwards in tandem.

Soon, Kid’s metal arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back onto his chest, securing her body with said arm and thrusting up into her at an almost abnormal speed, making her see stars. His other hand glided between her legs, finding the swollen nub and circling it almost forcefully. She screamed in pleasure, pressing her back against his torso, feeling his hard muscles work under her and his ragged breathing tickling her skin.

“Kid….Kid I can’t hold it in any longer…!” she moaned, feeling the familiar feeling coil inside her stomach. Kid’s grip tightened and she could feel his grin behind her. “Already?” he taunted her, picking up his speed again, making her form incoherent sentences. “Guess it can’t be helped, princess.” He pressed his thumb down hard on her clit making her scream in bliss. She arched her body as she came with his name on her lips around his cock, tightening around him oh so good.

Kid didn’t stop, his grip got even tighter as he fucked into her sensitive cunt, seeking his own relief. Her whole body was trembling due to overstimulation, her pussy sore and begging for him to stop but soon enough it was replaced by pleasure once more.

“Fuck…princess! You enjoy this way too much!” he laughed to her moans. With a swift move he turned around with her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He started fucking her from behind, reaching even deeper parts of her body. He grabbed her hair with his hand, making her turn her head to give him access to her neck. His lips started sucking on the think skin, ready to leave dark marks. “N-no! My husband!” she moaned but it was too late.

“You have time to think about your husband at a time like this? I think I need to fuck you even harder, princess.” He purred into her ear, before getting up, grabbing her hips in his hands and slamming his hips against her ass, filling her out in all the right ways. “Shit…Kid! Just like that!” she moaned, moving against his hard thrusts. Kid moaned as well, throwing his head back and enjoying the feeling.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her second orgasm, screaming his name and clenching so hard around him, forcing him to cum as well. He was smart enough to withdraw the last second, coating her back instead with his sticky semen. With a grin he stroked every last bit of his cum out, smearing it over her body.

She was lying there, panting heavily, with heavy eyes, ready to fall asleep.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep here. You go right back to your husband. Maybe you can show him what a mess a real man can make.” He purred, already climbing off his bed to go to the bathroom. “Get dressed and fuck off, princess. I don’t need your king becoming suspicious cause you’re gone for so long. We’re gonna leave tomorrow so no worries.” He came back, leaning against the door frame. “We weren’t planning on raiding your cute little country in the first place. But your begging was really good. Hope to see it again someday.”

#one piece #op #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #captain kid #kid x reader #op kid #op x reader #op imagine #one piece x reader #female reader #ns.fw #sm.ut #x reader #request

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testingcheats0n · 3 years ago

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Can I ask for your thoughts on why the Syndicate should be disbanded?

The Syndicate as it is can stay together because realistically it hasn't done much at all and it's as if it never existed, so I see why some people would be 'meh' about it.

Howeber, if we look at its core ideology, aka dear leader Technoblade, we see that it is deeply controlling and authoritarian. Him being in charge of anything makes me ill at ease and I would rather he stayed in his cabin forver.

1. Technoblade, in his firm belief that no one should tell others what to do with their lives is telling what others should do with their lives. By using strength, threats and coercion. A true hero. To start with he has no right to found a Syndicate- he has no right to dictate what others can and cannot do no matter how noble the intentions. It's not how things work, especially since take into account that we can count the members of each individual faction on our fingers. The Syndicate aims to control everyone's actions and that's very Technoblade.

2. It's formed by four to five people out of thirty three. That's 15% if the overall population. Three of those five have Wither Skulls in their possession as well as plenty of materials- in short, they're the richest of the rich with nuclear bombs going after people like Tommy who lives in a dirt house. Doesn't that make anyone else go hmmmmm, or is it just me? (and yes they are against Tommy, the average L'manburg enjoyer) Not to mention that two members (Niki and Ranboo) have no interest in being there, Ranboo is there just in case Technoblade finds about his marriage with Tubbo "Government" Underscore, and does something that Ranboo fully believes he will. Yes the Syndicate should absolutely be disbanded, if only for Michael's sake who is innocent and even has Phil worried for him.

3. He actively goes into other people's houses ala gestapo to inspect their property and confiscate anything "dangerous" they "shouldn't have" and that's reprehensible. Literally Dream and Schlatt did that. "Tubbo has nukes tho." Yeah and so does Technoblade, I love how everyone just forgets about the 120 Wither Skulls currently in his possession. Would Technoblade let Tubbo do an inspection in his property as he did? No. So that's hypocrisy for the long list of faults. And before someone gets a nefarious thought, Tubbo was justified in searching Philza's house, one of the three perpetrators of Doomsday. I think people forget what terrorism means sometimes because Technoblade says it so flippantly. There are rules and they apply for everyone, not just when Technoblade wants them to.

4. He is not actually an anarchist and the Syndicate has no other plans other than Government bad- which is counterproductive and damaging. :O I hear the gasps. I'm right though. Anarchists actually believe in things like communes and mutual aid and like... don't witch hunt human beings for gathering in settlements? When has he proposed any alternative to the poor delusional slaves living in L'manburg? When has he uttered the words cooperation or commune? It's easy to make a crater out of someone's home if they don't agree, but it's simply unimaginable to offer some sort of asylum or a guide to them huh? From the citizens of L'manburg's POV Technoblade practically strolled in and told everyone to disperse or else. He's all about destroying infrastructures, but has put in 0 hours of humanitarian work- the whole point of anarchism. It's like rescuing someone from drowning and leaving them abandoned in the middle of the desert, but then it turns out that someone was actually just diving. I'd spit on his face too.

5. In his mind three groups exist. 1. Him and Philza, mighty illuminated gods as the ideal of morality that can never do no wrong and always know what's best. 2. Government, everyone who has ever told anyone to do something, humanoid representations of an abstract thought. Must be expunged from the face of the earth. 3. Slave, weak homeless orphans who don't know what's good for them, but he won't hesitate to curb stomp if they get in his way by using any means necessary including the Syndicate. I hate that and I wish someone found a way to transport him back in pre-lmanburg dsmp with an empty inventory just so he sees what's it like.

6. There is no government in the smp, actually. Technoblade made it up. In his words not everyone who gathers together, lives together and has a leader is a government. "That's like saying book clubs are a government." So he agrees that L'manburg build upon cooperation, mutual aid with the grand total of nine members max at any given time is not actually a government just because they call themselves that for different historical reasons right? Right????? On the topic of labels. He can claim the term "anarchist" despite not following the ideology's basic principles, so he should allow the same with people like Tubbo (who did more than the Syndicate ever will for the lower classes of the server such as providing housing and help), right? He can be hand-wavy with the basics and the terms and whatever, but L'manburg with their "president" couldn't?

"There are structures of power though." Yeah so does the Syndicate. L'manburg and the Syndicate are literally one and the same no matter how much he wants to twist it. Do you think that Technoblade would let anyone else but him dictate what to do, or keep the Wither Skulls? No.

7. When has he used physical force, or the Syndicate's powers for the benefit of anyone but himself? When has he actually saved someone from the evil clutches of Government? When has he done any good with the god-like powers he possesses? Never. Never ever ever. All he's done is hurt others. Even Dream cared about the smp members at some point or something. He doesn't deserve to have the Syndicate at his beck and call.

8. Technoblade has no idea what the fuck he's talking about, actually. He has zero understanding of the events prior, during or post his arrival to the server. He lives in a bubble and refuses to cooperate or at least investigate others. Is that the man you want in charge of a powerful group tasked with... uh... fighting Governments? Man isn't even aware of the actual power structure of the server- am I supposed to root for him? He called Schlatt a rightfully elected president and is helping Dream, it has to be satire I'm not understanding. The Syndicate is nothing but a small footnote to the sham that is Technoblade's entire philosophy.

So in conclusion, the Syndicate is nothing but a tool for an egoistical destructive man and it absolutely deserves to shrivel up and die like the thoughtless, cruel and exploitative organization it is if it ever decides to show up and do something.

/nm i just hate pig man. just in case

#c!techno critical #c!technoblade negativity #c!techno negativity #asks and replies #testing speaks

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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14 Anti LO Asks

1. To the one anon: good question - how is it that the mortals dont know who Persephone is / assume she is a minor goddess and therefore its okay to mess with her but the gods (or Olympians / underworld denizens) know exactly everything about her (despite her being there only every so often and only being 20ish) - enough to say shes "wearing her signature white color" during a murder trial.

Also the reason why Persephone is wearing white is because

A). RS wanted persephone to always be "dressed as a bride" (and have Hades dressed as a groom respectively) to show that their matching / is supposed to be a visual cue that their eventually gonna be together.

B). I believe this is RS way of saying that Persephone (despite murdering some mortals) is innocent because in purity culture White = innocence, virginity, youth etc. (Even though RS explicity ssid she wanted to go against purity culture morals shes very much leaning into them).

2. why are Psyche’s eyes yellow even in her human form? Is she sick??

3. honestly? LO is just gossisp girl at this point, espect even GG (at least in the first season) bothered to saturze the rich and was calling out how wealth and power makes them corrupt assholes. meanwhile LO is just GG season 2 and on of being like no no, the poor people are the evil people and the rich people are the oppressed ones! all while also fawning over their wealth and status and being way into grown men wanting to bang barely legal teens and claiming to be "feminist" somehow.

4. Tumblr is well-known for broken tag system. Check the post' tags before complaining that it's op's fault. How about you guys not tag greek mythology when posting about LO? LO is not one-shot or short fancomic. It's also definitely not considered actual greek mythology. LO is years long webcomic with huge fans. LO has its own tag. Tell your fellow fans to stop using the greek mythology tag.

5. I would argue nyx is the only woman with a unique in design in LO but thats only because she looks like a deformed chicken woman. why was my night mom disrespected this much 😭

6. So now that LO is back from break and I can finally read chapter 170 - Why oh Why do ALL the female characters Have to be defined by their male love interests??? (Or really just love interests in general).

I understand LO qualifies as the "romance" genre and there are certain stipulations or I guess themes or what have you that make it romance but for f*cks sake.

Psyche being worried about Eros loving the "fake" her I kinda get, but really? Thats your most pressing concern?? Hera is defined by her garbage marriage to Zeus - King of the gods (of which is why she is Queen of the gods). Hestia + Athena are now defined solely by their relationship to each other (not the TGOEM or their respective traits of being a goddess of the hearth + goddess of war, strategy etc etc).

Aphrodite is defined by giving Persephone "relationship" advice (e.g: telling her to curb stomp Minthe because "nymphs dont take things from gods" - doubly implying that people are things to own) And by her jealousy of Persephone in the first place because Hades made a comment about how he thought Persephone was prettier than her. And also because of her "house of debauchery" (Artemis' words) - and relationship with Ares.

Persephone is defined both by Apollo raping her and by her fated future status as Queen of the underworld (so her relationship with Hades). Hell, even the minor characters such as nymphs are defined by this relationship status / standard. Minthe is defined by her mean spirited personality yes, but Also because of her abusive relationship with Hades prior to the introduction of Persephone. Psyche is defined by her relationship woes with Eros. Daphne is defined by her relationship with Thanatos (and because shes a flower nymph) but also mostly because she looks like Persephone.

Rhea is defined by her marriage / relationship to Kronos (lets ignore the whole "fertility goddess power" plot for a second). Even Aetna is defined by Haphestus creating her! Is there not a single character (especially female) is isnt defined by their romantic love interest???Sorry. Maybe I'm overthinking this, but thats definitely how ot comes off as of late, in regard to the latest chapters.

Okay, same anon as earlier - I take it back somewhat - we have Artemis and Hecate that are not defined by their romantic relationships - but rather their lack of one.

However the way they are shown - it still comes off as a standard - "Artemis is stingy / a stick in the mud" because shes not romantically involved and is "barbaric" (according to Hera). And Hecate is still somewhat defined by her being Hades' employee (and cheerleader for him and Persephone to be together).

So technically yes, we have at least 2 characters that are not defined by their romantic interests / relationships, but they are still held to the standard of their "un-ladylike / undesirable" because their not romantically involved.

(I guess I should count Demeter, but only because shes more defined by just being "Persephone's overbearing mom" )

7. i think whats also kinda weird about this trial is like?? persephone is obvs framed as not liking the attention (bc duh) but she didnt like the previous press either, she wanted to be private, but wouldnt being with hades force her to be in the spotlight that makes her uncomfortable? also the citizens of the underworld already dislike hades, why would they want a uncontrollable felon as their queen, even if she found innocent? idk the whole thing just makes the endgame less plausible, tbh.

8. love that rachel was able to find a random deity name to name her random nymph the greek word for "beans" meanwhile apparently cant google actual greek names for even one off characters? like andrew, ellen, george, alexis, damian, luke, phoebe, sophia, and so any other english names are also greek, but she cant even bother with that? what exactly is her "research" if she cant even bother to spend 30 seconds googling greek names? at this point LO seems determined to be as un-Greek as possible.

9. wait so everyone in LO went from having no idea who persephone was, to her only showing up on ONE magazine cover, to now being the most well known person with a signature color? all in the span of two weeks with no genuine public outings? how does that make sense? also white isnt even her signature color if 90%+ the female cast and even a lot of the men ((including ZEUS) all wear it too.

10. the fact the courthouse WASNT the areopagus, aka the place in greece where they say the first ever trial ever happened and where the court system was invented, is just another point of rachel talking out her ass about being "respectful" or "researched" on greece and their mythology. its literally one of the most famous mythology spots ever with some fantastic stories to it and she's just like "nah! boring rectangle will do!" like why even both with mythology then if its this devoid of it?

11. Anons are saying Hades in the FS chapter is leaning down and talking to Persy like a child. Say it aint true.

(I wanna see. I thought RS was finally giving Persy adult proportions). 😨

12. So wait, hold up. I kinda get where RS is coming from with the law school in the underworld (because Hades is supposed to be a kinda Judge, jury, executioner situation in the afterlife when it comes to mortals and their "punishments" and whatnot). However, is RS stating that the ONLY law school / courthouse exists in the underworld? If so, why? Why wouldn't Athena be there then. She's a goddess of strategy and justice (among other things).

Also is RS really implying that Hades owns not only the banks and underworld but the law too? She really wants Hades to be a Gary Sue along side her Mary Sue - Hades controls everything that matters and since its his realm and blah blah blah rules, Zeus, king of the gods cant do anything about it.

(Which is dumb. Because you would think that because Persephone committed the crime in the mortal realm / on, or near Olympus that therefore she would be brought back there to dole out justice under Zeus jurisdiction because she committed the crime in His Realm).

13. FP Spoiler ahead:

Why on earth couldn't the reporters have Greek names? There is so much wrong and bad with this story, yet this irks me so much. It is Brenda all over again.

14. i dont really get the point of the trial plotline, tbh. even persephone says she should be punished and held accountable, but hades is framed in the right for trying to go against that and weasel her out of it. so?? plus zeus has legit reason to punish them? persephone is a danger to others, demeter and hermes both committed treason to cover it up, and hades was harboring a fugitive of the law and is now trying to force the system to let her go. how is zeus in the wrong for this?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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whump-a-la-mode · 4 years ago

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Gilded Cage - Part 6

This one is a little bit shorter, but I hope you guys still enjoy! It’s pretty intense.

Last time, our custom choice won out: Option C. However, there were still quite a few votes for both A and B. On account of the voting, Villain will attack Hero specifically.

Thanks to everyone for all their suggestions. There’s a lot, so I’m not going to name them all, but you know who you are, and thank you!

Now, let’s see our Villain suffer >:)

CW// Imprisonment, collars, shock collars, villain whumpee, (fantasy) steroids, extensive discussion of fire, torture, beating, blood, ambulances, being unable to breathe

You make fire. That was all you were, once. Before they knew your name. The pyrokinetic. The arsonist.

Villain felt their heart catch in their throat. The heat was suffocating them, now. Their breath had turned to steam. In tiny puffs, it escaped through the sides of their mouth-- though they could not be quite sure if that was real, or not.

They were Villain. Not a prop. Not a doll.

They cast their gaze, once more, out over the people looking on. The innocents that Hero claimed to work so hard to protect. To care so much about. The city.

And yet, it was Hero who had brought the firebrand to this place.

Kerosene welled up in their veins, flooding their heart, stretching ventricles until they threatened to explode. This flame, they had been forcing it down for so long. Their mouth tasted like gasoline, now. Gone were nervous, stuttering platitudes.

Heat warped the edges of their vision, now. It was not hard to imagine the stadium, torn apart by overwhelming, living heat, charred at its very core. It was harder, in fact, to see it in its current state. Unburnt and horrid.

Fixing it would be so simple.

The steam from the edges of their lips turned with such speed to licking flame.

You are afraid of destruction.

But were they? How long had they lived for destruction? How long had their name appeared in headlines next to addresses that now stood as rubble?

The pyrokinetic. The arsonist.

Villain lifted their head, heat-scarred vision gazing to the world around them.

The people.

They wanted nothing more than to tear this stadium to rubble. To leave it nothing more than a patch of scorched Earth. Nothing but bones.

But...

If warmth is not evil, then why are you?

These people, they depended on warmth. They spent their lives in their heated homes, until the warmth of streetlights and phone lamps. In the all-consuming heat of ignorance.

They did not know. They were under Hero’s sway, just as everyone was. Caught in the thrall of pleasant lies.

The lie of a reformed villain, smiling for the camera.

But could a villain ever truly be reformed? Through therapy? Through torture?

Villain did not know. These people did not know either-- and they did not deserve to die. They did not deserve pain.

No. This villain had a much better target to pursue. For a moment, just one, the heat of their own flame made it almost feel as though their neck was devoid of collar. A split second of freedom.

It was all the taste they needed.

I thought that you deserved to understand that. Do you understand?

Yes. They understood.

The chill of Hero’s voice was no longer marred by the sun. Amplified by their microphone, it rung out:

“We all know what Villain had done. I know it better than anyone. But bloodshed is never the answer. Harming Villain would make us no better than them.”

Villain did not realize that they had seized the microphone, not until they felt the plastic begin to warp beneath the contours of their fingers. The steam they called a voice threatened to melt the device’s metal head, too, as they spoke to it:

“Then I’m sorry to see you’ve sunken to my level.”

The crowd was silenced. Hero’s smile twitched.

“What?” Villain sniped. “You say my name so much, yet you get upset when I actually speak?”

Hero’s smile fell. There had been fury below it, all that time, but now it finally lot its spotlight.

“So, do it.” The pyrokinetic, the arsonist backed up a step from the podium, turning to face the audience. “You’re so proud of having tamed me. Why not give everyone a live demonstration? Show them exactly how you did it? Go ahead! It’ll be a special treat.”

The corner of the podium, where a certain Hero’s hand had been grasping, shattered into wood splinters. A moment later, podium turned to projectile, polished oak flying towards Villain with a furious force.

It only managed to sail a few inches, before it turned once again from podium to ash.

Finally, finally, Villain’s flame escaped.

They had not so much as noticed the security personnel, rushing towards the stage, but they quickly stopped being a concern. The ring of flame, several feet in height, that sprung up around the stage’s base provided more than enough protection.

“You aren’t going to do anything? Not going to protect your precious city? Not going to show everyone just how heroic you are?”

That did it.

At last, the microphone gave in, turning to melted plastic beneath Villain’s hand. But no mic was needed to project Hero’s furious scream to the world.

Said scream was followed almost immediately by a strangled gasp. It must have taken all of Hero’s will, to grip their hand around Villain’s neck without snapping it.

The latter struggled to gargle out a few more words, but their voice had been already stolen. The solid ground below them, too, was taken, as the hand about their neck lifted them nearly a foot from it.

“You ungrateful piece of shit!”

The two met eyes, brutal flaming gazes, for only a second, before the stage’s facade was shattered by Villain’s body, flung like a ragdoll through it. They filled their lungs with panic croaks, attempting to clamber to their hands and knees, but there was no time.

All around, news cameras zoomed in as a single kick from Hero flipped the broken Villain onto their back. The boot did not wait to make its next attack. To the panicked crowd, the snapping of ribs sounded horribly like a gunshot.

A shot that sounded, again and again, until the flame spilling from Villain’s mouth was thoroughly replaced by coughed-up blood. Any feeble attempt at a counter-attack was quickly and utterly destroyed by yet another stomp.

Every snap, every break, filled Hero’s victim with utter, frigid cold. Heat spilled onto the stage’s floorboards in the form of scarlet, seeping through the cracks and dripping to the grass below.

The audience was screaming. At first, Villain thought it to be cheering. They expected it to be cheering. But it was not.

All those people, thousands of voices, all mixed together in terrified choir, all sounded off:

“Stop!”

Villain was afforded no time to think about this development. The second kick in their side was worse than the first, shifting already shattered bones and sending them flying to the lip of the stage’s front. Far too close to their own flame that still raged, yet had begun to flicker.

Sidekick had wanted a show, after all.

The absence of the next attack was almost as painful as if it had struck.

Had Villain’s eyes not been sealed closed by agony, they would have seen two of Hero’s teammates, grasping them by the arms, holding them back with all the might they could muster.

Sidekick had wanted a show, and Villain had given it to them.

There, on the floorboards, skin feeling to be ice, they gasped. Their lungs screamed for air, air that they could not provide. Instead, any particles of oxygen that could be brought in were accompanied by a rush of crimson.

Pain wasn’t enough to describe the feeling.

When they at last managed to open their leaded eyelids, they found their ring of flame, protecting them from the world around, to have shrunk to half its height, revealing those who tried to breach it.

They were not soldiers. Not guards.

No. They were civilians. Citizens. The city. Teenagers and teachers and office workers and mechanics. Some beat at the flame with spare articles of clothing, while at least one had managed to acquire a hose.

Villain could not let them in. They would ruin the show...

But their eyelids were so heavy. Every blink carried with it the effort of pushing a boulder uphill.

A coughing fit was what finally sapped that last shred of their energy, leaving the ring of flame as only a memory and a ring of burnt grass.

They closed their eyes.

The hands that laid upon them, now, were not those of newspeople or torturers. They were so kind. So unimaginably gentle. Truly kind, more than the facade of a plush duvet. Moving them to their side, opening their airways. Hastily removed sweatshirts, pressed against their bleeding wounds, all accompanied by quiet voices:

“I’m a doctor. It’s okay, they’re breathing.”

“Can we get an ambulance?”

“We already called one. I sent my wife out front, she’s going to bring the medics back here.”

“Am I pressing hard enough?”

“A little harder. We need to stop the bleeding...”

“Are they going to be okay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.”

All indistinguishable, but all so terribly kind.

By the time Villain heard a voice they recognized, they finally felt as though they could once again breathe. Constant pressure on their wounds had turned to quickly moving hands, deftly wrapping their injuries with torn shreds of clothes.

The voice they heard... they did not know if they were glad to hear it or not.

“Villain.” Sidekick muttered, nearly whispering to their ear. “You did good. You did so, so good. Are you ready to go with us? Are you ready to be free, again?”

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What should our Whumpee do? It’s up to you to decide!

There are two options, each one leading to a separate story branch. Alongside each option is a question specifying what exactly will happen. Answering this question is completely optional, but it is great if you have any particular ideas! Otherwise, feel free to just put a letter.

To vote, feel free to use any means you would like to contact me. Replying or reblogging this post works just fine, as does PMing me directly or sending me an ask. I am unsure when I will be writing the next part, so as long as the next part hasn’t been posted yet, voting is still open!

I will choose the story path based on which option has more votes, and will choose whichever answer I find the most interesting to base the next part upon. The choices and questions for this part are as follows:

A) Yes, you are ready. Go with Sidekick - Even if going with Sidekick, should they be trusted? B) No. Going with Sidekick is not freedom. Go to the ambulance - Where should Villain go afterwards?

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me. This is my first time doing anything like this, so I apologize if it’s odd or confusing ^^

#whump #whumpee #whumpblr #whump community #villain whumpee #gilded cage #hero villain whump #hero villain prompt #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #choose your own adventure #choose your own whump

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sopxhiea · 4 years ago

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Moirai

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The mysterious niece runs into Alfie in her uncle’s office and she expertly plays it cool until she’s pulled away by his strong grip and the night has more in store than she’s bargained for.

Warnings: Age gap.

Part 1

“Fine. You win.”

“Are you blushing or cold?”

The deep colored oak desk is illuminated by the sunlight coming through the open window, the room is quiet as dust gathers on the many shelves that decorate the place. The space is mostly filled with books, torn out old covers with faded colors and it’s obvious that the furniture around is aged except the large table that resides in the corner.

It stands out, much like you do.

A low tune plays from the record player in the office, next to the assistant’s desk as she types the day away. The boss is away in Birmingham, brushing shoulders with dirty faced gangster even though he’s very much one of them. There’s no chatter inside the walls today, nor the voice of the golden haired lady’s heels clicking against the hard surface.

The boss isn’t supposed to come back for another two hours.

The weather is chilly, grey sky bestowed upon the citizens around as the large coat you have on hugs you tight. Your uncle’s office is empty for the day, as far you know which means you’re more than welcome to stop by to get some work done. As much as the men around London despise the idea of a woman getting education, your uncle is aware of your potential.

The boots on your feet are meant for men, heavy and dense as you stomp away. The days are shorter due to the weather and it will get dark in a couple hours as far as you’re aware, but that doesn’t stop you from making an unwanted visit to your uncle’s office.

He’s a criminal with gold wrapped around his fingers. Not many are content with the men and even though he tends to get the approval of the higher class in London, it’s not hard to recognise the distaste the working class have for him. He’s a gangster, a good one at that.

He’s your family.

It’s not by choice, that much you accept. Years of being alone on end make him seem like an angel sorts, someone to rescue you from the hellhole you’d been in for the first seven years of your life. It looks different from the outside, you know that it does which makes you realise just how easy it is to trick people around here.

From the outside, you look like a pearl wrapped in cotton with flowers carefully placed around you. Most people do not approach you unless you make the first move, perks of having a powerful man as your only family. It’s easy to point out that your features belong somewhere else on the map and not the dirty roads of London.

You spare one last glance to the dim colored sky before barging into the building that your uncle redeems as his. Its walls are made of brick, one on top of the other that make up a three story building that occupies most of the side of the street its on.

It’s easy to recognise, Alfie thinks.

The sound of your heavy boots against the hard floor are easy to recognise but it’s too late for you to lighten your steps when Martha, your uncle’s trusted assistant, calls your name. You sigh then, a grunt leaving your mouth and you curse at yourself for being so careless for once.

Walking through the large corridor, you face the old lady as she looks at you through her smudged glasses. That color of pink on her lips is far too vibrant on her lips, you think as she sizes you up.

You’re not conventionally dressed but she’s used to your choice of clothing.

“Hello Y/N.” she speaks, her voice a little shushed when compared to normal but you’re too busy fixing your long dress to realise that there’s a reason for her quiet attitude.

You lift your head to look up at her again, no longer pulling at your dress as she gives you an uninterested look, the usual treatment. Your lips part, a playful smile on your lips but before you can let out a word, the door of the gathering space opens with a loud sound.

It’s him, you gather as you stare at his hat.

There’s gold on his fingers and a crown tattoo. It’s easy to recognise him, you think, his hat is peculiarly shaped and the rhythm of his steps is far too unusual for a normal person. There’s flour on his sleeves, the kind that looks like he’s been laying in it for a while.

His hat creates a shadow over his eyes so you miss the evident look of surprise in them but he’s quick to take it off. He’d been bothering Martha for a while, asking when the beloved boss would return since their deal was now ‘off’ due to a couple complications in the process.

When in fact, Alfie is directly betraying him.

He watches your eyes glisten as the sunset is bestowed upon the sky. Short strands of hair fall around your face from the braid, the braid that had your friend pulling at your hair for the entirety of breakfast. He finds himself to be too intrigued at the sight of you to actually speak but he’s fast to recover.

“’ello, lass.” he says, the words echo in your mind before you can answer. Martha isn’t daft, she catches onto the way you stare up at the man but before she can say anything, you speak with a plastered smile.

“Hello, Mr. Solomons.” your voice is soft against the air around as you look up at him. There’s mischief in your eyes mixed with a glint of innocence, the kind of thing that could easily mess a man of Alfie’s wrath.

You hadn’t gone the address he’d sent you.

It was easy to make up excuses: you were busy with school and simply swarmed with work. You ignored the heat rising to your cheeks and gave him your softest smile while Martha eyed the both fo you, it was obvious that whatever you and Alfie had was doomed from the start.

Your uncle was a sheltered man and had raised you the same way. No boyfriends until you wanted to marry someone, only talk to men your uncle had assigned you for protection and if you were to go out, you informed him a week before.

But he wasn’t as sharp as he liked to believe.

You did things that would simply torture the man, from sneaking out to man’s apartments to dancing intimately with strangers. The city was fun at night, when it was supposed to sleeping seemed to be the only time the groggy streets felt alive to you.

And through years of sneaking around and lying almost too expertly, no one knew what you did. You’d have a different fake name, a different set of friends and a whole new part of town each week so things didn’t get messed up. It was a perk of being closely related to a gangster of your uncle’s power.

Martha knew how intense your uncle was when it came to you making contact with men, let alone a known brutal man like Alfie so she stood up and smiled softly, threat evident in her eyes as she spoke to you under her breath.

“Why don’t you go to the office, dear?” she speaks through her teeth and Alfie couldn’t hear but your eyes don’t leave his, if anything this was highly amusing.

And you wanted to talk to the men.

“No, thank you. I think I’ll keep Mr. Solomons company while he waits for uncle.” you spoke, looking directly into Martha’s eyes while speaking in a tone that was loud enough for everyone to hear.

She doesn’t say anything, she just backs off.

As cautious as your uncle had been with you, there were two sides to the story. Behind closed doors, he would get mad at you and scold you as much as he could while remaining as gentle as possible but in front of those very doors, he’d have your back and protect you that made most people frightened. He was allowed to get mad at you since you were his niece, but that was a privilege only he had in his hands.

Much to Alfie’s surprise, you shoot him a smirk through the smile you had on and ignore the old assistant. He doesn’t flinch when your hand comes in contact with his arm but there is a wave of alarm in his eyes. He knows your uncle will have Alfie’s scalp in his hands if he doesn’t behave well around you, he’ll try anyway.

Soon, you both find yourself in the dusty room that your uncle so graciously gave you when you had asked for a place to do some work and reading. Standing in the middle of the room, you slowly take your coat off while Martha keeps the door open and mutters something under her breath about making some tea for you and the gentlemen you offered to entertain while he waits for business.

But you don’t ignore the elephant in the room since he’s already gawking at you. You stare back instead. The ghost of a smile pulls at the ends of your lips as his eyes reek over your body, he isn’t subtle to say the least. Glancing at Ollie through the open door, you watch him for a moment as he talks to Martha but your observations are cut short when you hear his voice.

“You ain’t visited me yet, aye?” he speaks, talking about the address he had sent you and you know you can take this two ways. You decide on the fun way.

He sits in front of the desk and you take the opportunity to lean on the wooden material and have a look at his features. He still looks as handsome, but you don’t give in that easily. You shake your head and he watches the ends of your dress move with the small breeze that comes in from the open door. For all you know, Martha is listening.

“Is that why you’re here?” you speak, words filled with something other than curiosity. Lust, he thinks. He sees the familiar glint of insanity in your orbs and he’s aware of the little game you’re playing behind your uncle but much like you, he isn’t keen on giving in so easily.

“Nah, just business.” he says, voice heavy as it fills the walls. You nod, a few times more than you should before getting comfy on the desk.

Your eyes glisten before you speak, so he has been waiting for you. Just no matter how interesting this rugged man seemed, there were certain lines you wouldn’t cross and going to an unknown address given by a stranger was one of the many lines you were taught to beware of.

Although it all worked out for the best.

The stranger that had invited you to the location was looking at you now, with hungry eyes for things he wasn’t able to have. You knew men like Alfie, ones who had a superiority complex or it seemed that way from the outside. The kind of men who got whatever they wanted since there was immense blood in their hands.

“So you waited then, hm?” you ask, eyes looking up and down his built figure as he stands before you, he had gotten up when you’d taken a minute to look out the door to see where Martha was since she was usually keen on listening.

“Seein’ as it’s my fuckin’ work place, yeah, can’t say I have, luv.” he speaks, talking about the peculiar address he’d given which you now realise was his work place.

So he could be trusted after all.

You sigh, this game is highly amusing for you. It’s easy to make up the lines of how this is going to go but it could go so wrong all of a sudden. You want it to, this stranger seems to be a kind one you wouldn’t mind getting under. His eyes watch as you lick your lips, not aware that he’s watching while he observes you in all your wrath since your uncle isn’t around here. Alfie can tell you’re a wolf in mere sheep’s clothing.

“Fine. You win.” You shake your head as you speak. You need to know whether this man wants the things you do, even though you’re sure he does. He’s not to be toyed around with and you recognise the blood on his hands for that matter.

He walks a little closer, close enough for your chest to be almost brushing his figure but he’s entirely too tall. You don’t glance up while your next words fill the air, voice soft to lure him into the fantasy you want to live, no matter how short lived it will end up being.

“What you want?” you ask, eyes looking up to meet his handsome face as he looks down at you in an expression you can’t quite solve. The question hangs around the air while the breeze from the open door gets a little strong.

He sees no reason to ponder around, he knows the old assistant will be around the corner with her peering eyes in a second and this will be the scarce moment he’ll have with you. He doesn’t beat around the bush anyway.

“Ya’ know what.” he says, easy as that and you do, now you’ve learned what he wants.

But it’s not so easy to get it.

It’s the forbidden fruit situation all over again, you know it is. He’s a man with power, the kind of authority that’s able to shake a grown man to his very own core. He has blood on his hands even though his golden beard contradicts the very image that’s created by everything about him. He knows he’s dangerous and so is this situation but you’re no forbidden fruit.

Your uncle has taken all kinds of measures to make sure you’re the best you can be. It’s not like you’re a regular citizen, it’s obvious in your features that you belong somewhere else in the map but there’s the kind of elegance that comes with your bloodline, excluding your uncle who happens to be a gangster.

You take a large step back from his built form, clearing your throat when Martha comes in with a tray in her hands. You see the look he’s giving you and she does, too. You know she’ll rat this out to your uncle but you’ve always made sure he stays on your side so you see no problem with it.

Offering the assistant the widest fake smile you can muster up, you wait until she leaves to speak. It’s a thin line you’re dancing on but it’s a familiar one to you which is why there’s a faint smile on your lips as you speak.

“I’ll let you get on with your business, since that’s all you’re here for, Mr. Solomons.” you speak, watching the way something along the lines of frustration and arousal come over him. You know he thought you’d let him have you against the desk, it seems like the plausible answer from any logical lady whom he’s offered the pleasure but he failed to see the silver lining. You don’t happen to be a logical lady.

He sees the devil behind your eyes and it brings a smirk to his face. It seems as though you’ll be haunting him for a while.

You hear Martha talk about uncle’s car being parked outside to Ollie and you get up at a slower pace than he’d expect and wear your coat over the dress again. You know there are manners your uncle has tried to teach you and covering up in front of a stranger is one of them, or so you think.

He watches as you walk towards the door, waiting like a little kid for your uncle. There’s a flip side to your coin, he gathers. The innocent little jewel who’s been protected all her life also happens to be dancing with the devil for a while, he can see it in your eyes.

You watch Alfie walk by, touching your waist gently when he has to pass by you to get through the door. You see the way his beard covers up his bothered face and since your uncle is about to arrive and have a meeting with him, why not rile him up further?

A childish smile finds your lips and you hold his arm as an attempt to make him look down at you so you see eye to eye, which works due to the unfamiliar sensation. He lifts his eyebrows, telling you to go ahead and speak and you do but you don’t realise your uncle has been watching your strange interaction with one of the most dangerous man you could find around here.

“Are you blushing or cold?” you speak, fighting giggles as you look up at the man. Alfie opens his mouth to say something but before he can greet your amused face with his playful words, you catch you uncle’s eyes. He clears his throat and you immediately let go of Alfie’s arm, smiling at the old man as he looks at you and Alfie.

Looking like a child caught red-handed, you offer your uncle a small hello but he’s dismissive of it. It’s unclear to you whether he’s in a mood or he saw something he shouldn’t have seen just now. Alfie seems unfazed as he looks down at your little, the devil behind your eyes long gone as you look at your uncle and then Alfie.

“Mr. Solomons..” your uncle speaks, not sparing a glance at you while his eyes size Alfie up. Your gaze moves to the large man next to you as he tips his hat at your uncle as a way of greeting him.

“Shall we start discussing the deal in my office?” your uncle asks but you know better than to assume it’s an invitation, it’s more of an order.

Alfie mutters something unintelligible and turns his gaze to you. You offer him a formal smile this time, everyone is watching so he figures it’s his time to make you blush.

He takes your hand in his and your eyes shoot up, you see your uncle watching hesitantly but Alfie is far too powerful for him to scold the man like he scolds you. Alfie’s plump lips come in contact with your hand as he kisses the back of it gently. A small smirk plays on his lips as you gather the game he’s playing.

“Always a pleasure, luv.” he says, finding his true self to be a gentlemen at the given moment as you stare at him with heavy eyes.

You smile then, the kind of smile that he’d remember when he went to bed at night. You know he’ll be waiting for you in the address he gave you the first time he met you from the way he’s behaving, he isn’t keen on giving up that easily this time.

The territory is familiar to you but it takes two to do this and the other player is foreign territory. A gangster, someone with blood on their hands as it grips the golden rings around his calloused fingers. It perks up your curiosity, the thrill of being with someone so powerful.

He knows you’re protected. There are two guards with you wherever you go, your uncle’s gift to you on your birthday. He knows you live in a mansion of sorts with too many people around so sneaking in is not a choice.

But he’s tempted to say the least.

He wants to dance with the devil you hide so well, to feel her touch against his skin under the moonlight. He knows you have your ways around the city and men, too. He also knows that your uncle will try to cut his balls off if he hears even the possibility of the things Alfie wants to do to you but you don’t find in yourself to care.

He knows you’ll come around this time.

Your soft voice plays at a tone only he can hear and he listens with his ears perked up before he goes into your uncle’s office and you go off on your own way. “Pleasure’s all mine.”

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dollfaced-erin · 4 years ago

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Not So New Afterall (Sdv Sebastian x F!Reader)

A/n: this chapter may be a little gory for some people. It contains lots of blood and angst and tears, broken bones, and the like. If you are uncomfortable with it, you can read until bold words after the cut. That’s when the gore starts. Then it ends at the highlighted, bold word, you got me?

Present Sebastian means the adult Sebastian, orite? In this time frame, everyone will be aged down, so here’s a headcanon of their ages. All the ages of bachelors and bachelorettes have been taken into account by their appearance, current height, personality and maturity.

(Y/n) and Abby: 6 years old (currently 23) Sebastian: 8 years old (currently 25) Sam: 7 years old (currently 24) Penny: 7 years old (currently 24) Maru: 3 years old (currently 21) Emily: 9 years old (currently 26) Haley: 7 years old (currently 24)

Lewis, Evelyn and George: mid Forties Robin, Demetrius, Caroline, Jodi, Pierre, Gus: late twenties to early thirties Pam, Marnie: late thirties

CHAPTER FIVE

‘Where am I?’ Sebastian wondered to himself. It was bright all around him, but it was quite cold. He looked around him, trying to figure out where he was.

‘The bus stop?’ he concluded as his eyes landed on the meter that stood at the side of the road. The foliage around him was somewhat similar to what it was now, but the trees were bare of their leaves and if they did bear any, they were orange and yellow.

But he knew this wasn’t in present time.

The bus that stood idle on the tar road was gone, most probably still up and running in this time frame. But if it was, then, this must be pretty far back. But when exactly was th--

“Sebby! Wait up!” his train of thought was interrupted by the voice of a little girl. Instinctively, Sebastian turned his head around, accustomed to the nickname he had been called by people closest to him.

But it wasn’t regarded to him, well....not the him now.

A young black haired boy in a dark colored, sleeveless hoodie was in his sight, despite the cold autumn wind, was running towards him. He flinched, as if preparing for the impact from collision.

But it never came.

He slowly opened his eyes and chuckled to himself. The boy had run through him, telling him that this wasn’t reality, despite how real it looked.

He turned to see a little boy, before his right hand unconsciously grabbed his chest. Right above where his heart was. It hurt. But why? Was it this child? The child that was without a doubt, him?

The same thing happened when (Y/n) first moved here. The same feeling before his vision temporarily swapped with an old, worn-out memory, too muddled for him to even identify who was who in it. And suddenly he had a small horrible feeling in his chest.

He decided it was nothing though, and just shrugged it off.

The boy turned around, his bright black eyes glimmering with joy and innocence of a child as a large smile had taped itself permanently onto his face.

“Abby! _____!” Wait, what was that? He heard Abigail’s nickname, but the next was just plain white noise. And all noise disappeared when her name was spoken. As if a chunk of sound was extracted from a record and was left empty before playing the next part, leaving it incomplete.

But before he could think any further, two more figures came running over, hand in hand. Two little girls. A girl with wavy chestnut hair in a frilly blue dress and another with long (h/c), hair reaching her waist who wore a white turtle neck and (f/c) cotton skirt with flower patterns.

“What are we going to play today?” the (h/c)-haired girl asked, hand still lingering in the girl who is apparently Abigail’s past self. Young Sebastian thought, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Let’s play tag!” he suggested, but Abby refused.

“No! It’s no fun with three people!” Abby retorted, sticking her tongue out. The other girl remained silent, as if she were thinking up a better solution.

“Well, Sebby, if you still want to play tag, lets invite the others, then! At least, if it’s four people or more, it would be more fun!” she offered, her sweet voice sounding outstandingly familiar.

Sebastian had no idea why this girl was radiating a strong sense of nostalgia. And he was heavily confused why he had proposed the game of tag. For as long as he remembered, he hated the game tag. All this was surely just a dream.

“Okay then,” Abigail agreed. “Let’s bring Emily and Haley and Penny and Sam, then!” she said happily, looking at the other two who nodded their heads.

“Abby, since you suggested Penny and Sam, you go get them!” Sebby said. But Abby refused, stomping her small foot on the ground. “No! Then _____ has to come with me!” she protested, grabbing hold of the confused girl’s hand.

“No!” Sebby said, grabbing the other (s/c) hand. “She stays with me!” he shouted back, tugging her arm. “_____! You’re staying with me, right?!” he asked, but Abby shouted back. “No! She’s coming with me, right? _____?!”

“I’ll go with Abby! Then, I’ll come back Sebby! How about that?” she asked, “I’m still gonna come back to you anyway!” the little girl spoke boldly, making past and present Sebastian’s face redden. Who was this little girl?! Why is she so determined? Why does this feel so familiar? It was starting to mess with him. As if the white noise whenever the little girl’s name was spoken wasn’t already bothering enough.

“Fine! You two better come back, got it?!” Sebby gave in, letting go of the small wrist with a red face. Sebastian chuckled. His imaginary younger self had a crush on this unknown girl? This dream really was something.

Or so he thought.

Abby grabbed little _____’s hand, as the two departed. As they were out of sight, Sebastian heard his younger self say, “I wanted to tell her something. And this was her last day here! Why does she stick to Abby so much?!” he grumbled, kicking a nearby stump. Sebastian chuckled. Was this dream to fulfil his unfulfilling childhood?

Cliche. A young boy wanting to confess to his childhood crush that was going to move. But was she really a citizen here in Pelican Town? Abigail told him, well, Sam, at the Saloon, that there was a little girl that visited during a certain season. Was this it?

Moments later, the two came back with another four in tow. Young Sammy, Haley, Emily and Penny. And the game of tag began.

“Remember! Avoid the road!” was the only rule little Abby stated before all of them scampered around, avoiding the first person tagged. Little Sammy.

The game went on, each child successfully tagging another. Sammy, Abby, then _____, Sebby, _____again, Penny, Emily, Abby, Haley, Sammy, Haley and the list kept going on.

Until Sebby was tagged again by Abby, he ran to tag someone else. Of course, it was common sense to avoid everyone, right? And little Sebby was chasing the closest person to him, their blonde blue eyed boy, little Sammy.

Sammy was cornered and the only way he wanted to evade the dark haired boy’s attack was to cross the road, even though it was considered out of bounds. He ran and crossed the road, ignoring all the cries and shouts from his friends and stood triumphantly on the other side.

Sebby wasn’t about to give up though. He was going to chase Sammy and tag him next. So the black haired boy ran right after him. But from all the noise and excitement, he never realized an incoming vehicle from the tunnel. And Sebastian had heard it even when Sam was crossing.

Sebastian felt himself calling out his own name, repeating the same words, ‘No’, as if his younger self could hear it. Tears began running down his face for no apparent reason. His chest hurt so much, despite not knowing why. This was bad. The horrible he shrugged off earlier was growing in him rapidly.

~Something bad was going to happen.

Despite all the shouts, little Sebby ran to cross the road, before a large blue lorry entered his sight. He stopped in his tracks, too afraid to move. His black eyes watching as the large vehicle was going to hit him.

Everything happened so fast.

“SEBASTIAN!”

Sebastian felt a hard push in the back and he stumbled to the ground.

Screeching tires. Panicked yells. Scrambling on the grass. A loud colliding sound between metal and something hard. A dull, sickening thump on the ground. Horrified screams and wails.

He remembers everything. Everything came back to him in that small instance. Despite looking at the ground, he can see everything that happened. He lifted his head, wishing that what he’s about to witness wasn’t what he hoped to be.

“No...no it can’t be! NO!” he screamed, scrambling to his feet as more tears ran down.

The children around him were screaming, crying, wailing, in fright, horror, sadness, pain.

For the one that laid still on the tar road.

A pool of blood circled the head of the young child, it’s long (h/c) strands mercilessly disheveled and painted in the warm liquid beneath, staining the white shirt she wore. Her clothing was slightly torn and dirty from rolling on the ground, but that didn’t conceal the horrifying angle her right arm was.

Her left side was vulnerable to the lorry, but when she rolled, she used her right arm to stop herself. And that horribly failed. Her shoulder was completely shattered, but bits of bone were poking out of the tender flesh and white cloth. Her face wasn’t visible. But he knew there was a horrible gash across her forehead.

The children were calling her name out repeatedly, running over to their fallen friend. Calling her name to get her to respond. Kneeling by her side as the lorry driver came running out. The cries of the children bringing attention to the townspeople. All of them came running to see the commotion.

“No....” Sebastian whispered once more, tears endlessly dripping from his eyes. “No! No! No!” he stood there, too shocked to even move. What was all this?! What was happening?! What was--

“(Y/N)!!”

He shot up, sitting up, tears running down his face from the dream. He was in the safety of his dark basement. He looked at the time. 2 AM. But he knew it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory. A trauma that left him trembling for years. That locked itself up in his mind. Too shocked to remember.

The dreams before this were just snippets and altered versions of the real event. The more twisted, but safer version that never disrupted or triggered his memory in any form.

He remembered everything that happened.

When he ran to chase Sam, he froze in the middle of the road. Young (Y/n) moved fast enough to push him out of the road. But in exchange, she got herself hit. And that horrible event brought despair upon the children, to the point where they grew up completely opposite of what they were during children. Closed off to their memories due to trauma, unnerving and odd feelings towards childish things like the game tag.

He remembered all the adults that rounded them. First it was Jodi and Caroline who were chatting in the town square and heard the collision. Then, it was Robin who was taking a break from her blueprints. Being the adventurous and boisterous female she was, she immediately bolted down the mountain, through the Farm.

She called out the old man that resided there, asking about her child and his grandchild before the two ran off to the bus stop. Evelyn with George outside together on the bridge near the empty lot Joja was on now. Even George was worried, so he asked Evelyn to push him over.

Demetrius had to stay with Maru since he saw his wife bolt in front of the house in a hurry and panic. Lewis was out tending his garden when he heard the shrill screams.

All the adults began to run over and Lewis immediately dialed the ambulance when he arrived. All of them were shocked, shook by the gruesome scene before them. But only (Y/n)’s grandfather didn’t freeze in place. Instead, he ran straight to his beloved granddaughter.

The old man broke down crying, holding the limp left hand of his precious but unconscious little girl, too afraid to move her. Robin next to him, grabbing her son, checking over for injuries before pulling him to her chest, weeping silently from worry and sadness. Pained, from the broken shouts of her son who still scream the little girl’s name before evidently breaking down.

Jodi stood pale before bolting over when she heard her son’s cries pulling him into her arms. Caroline and Pierre cradled little Abby in their arms, shutting her eyes as she continued to weep on their embrace, her throat too hoarse and dry to call out her friends name anymore. Emily and Haley’s parents turned their children’s head away from the bloodbath scene, the image of the limp girl burned permanently into their memory core. Pam ran to Penny, who refused to turn away from her friend, screaming out her name none stop between her wails.

All of it returned to him. The most impacted one, was undoubtedly him. The one he loved being run over from trying to save him. She was taken away by the ambulance and he was brought along with the rest for a check up.

It was blurry when they had the check up, but they stayed the night. (Y/n) was wheeled into the ER and brought into the room when they were all fast asleep. Her head and arm were all wrapped out, her left ankle was bandaged.

When they woke up, (Y/n)’s parents had come and had a huge fight with her grandfather, his mother, Abby’s, Sam’s, all while cradling their unresponsive child in their arms.

Remembering all that in an instant took a heavy toll on Sebastian. His tears never stopped falling, and brought his knees to his face. He muffled his sobs that were filled with guilt and pain, but relief that the girl was still alive, and came back like she promised.

He had to make things right.

But with the way he is now, he’s a little uncertain how to approach her. And the crush thing was long gone. Perhaps already replaced with Abigail over the emptiness.

Maybe he should just stay quite and let time work its wonders.

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rainbows-fanfics · 3 years ago

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Our Nightmare (Chapter 15)

Summary: Sally moves in with the man of her screams. But there is still so much she has to learn of Halloween Town, and what it’s like living with The Pumpkin King.

A sequel to Two Dearest Friends, where the Christmas incident never happens. But there are still many ends that haven’t been met, and much for these two dreamers to learn as they start to spend their deaths together.

Pairings: Jack Skellington/Sally, Dr Finklestein/Jewel

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Note: This is a SEQUEL to my other story, TWO DEAREST FRIENDS. To read the original story, go here.

“Hee hee!”

The three trick-or-treaters skip joyfully into the dark streets of Halloween Town. Residents scamper into the shadows upon their sight. Their presence has been abundant lately, and with a poor reputation. They bring terror and vandalism everywhere they go - leaving monsters on edge and officials waiting on uneasy feet. They’ve tormented the Mayor with every opportunity they had, and only received a few scoldings from Jack Skellington’s way. He seems to be exceptionally busy these days, enabling Lock, Shock, and Barrel to bully fellow children and petrify citizens in their wake.

But they aren’t here to do that today. Oh, no . They have other plans. Important ones.

They reported their first findings to their boss, after visiting Sally Finklestein’s sewing shop. Oogie seemed bored with the results until they mentioned her stay in the Skellington Manor. He encouraged his henchman to have their fun in Halloween Town, with the promise that they will learn about and continually visit the ragdoll. So, they are doing their part - spending their free time around her, putting on a small act of childish innocence to gain her trust. It sickens them to do it, but they’d rather bat their eyes at some woman than end up in one of Boogie’s stews.

Today, he asked them if he could meet Sally. But the boogeyman is forbidden to leave his Lair. So they will have to bring * her * to * him *. And they are all too excited to put this into action.

“How are we going to do it?” Asks the small devil, as they are preparing for this trip. Lock is uncertain they can pull this off.

“It’s easy! She thinks we’re good children, doesn’t she? We just have to act like we care , that’s all!” Shock easily replies, packing their large bag.

“I’m sick of pretending, though!” Barrel protests in the background. “I want to kick her windows in already! Find her candy stash! Why do we have to act like we’re ‘good’ ?”

“Oogie knows what he’s doing!” The witch defends with a stomp of her boot. “We’d be stupid not to do this. Do YOU wanna get eaten, Barrel!?”

The message is clear. There is no further argument as the three prepare, feeling only slightly regretful as they pack their emergency weapons.

Their bathtub’s legs kick faster as they advance on the sewing shop. They grin wickedly behind their masks, already excited for the outcome. They can taste the delicious snake & spider stew already! They find Sally inside, blissfully unaware as she works on some clothes with one of her machines. They park their tub outside and leave all their keepsakes in there. They can’t risk her seeing them. They’re only there if it’s absolutely necessar y….lest they receive some trouble getting her to come and see the boogeyman himself…!

“ Hello~ !” They greet as they walk through the front door. The bell rings to announce their presence. Such a sound serves a warning to many, but to Halloween Town’s seamstress, the company is welcomed. Sally looks up from the sewing machine and momentarily pauses her movements.

“Oh, hello, children..! Just let me finish this up here…”

They sit and wait patiently as she completes the stitching. They begin to wiggle in their seats, antsy to complete their job already. The children glance at each other and giggle under their breaths. They’re already imagining what the boogeyman is going to do to her…! They get a kick out of their vivid imaginations. Eventually, the seamstress is finished and sets aside her work to address the three. They clasp their hands together and cross their legs politely, blinking innocently at her. Despite the figurative halos above their heads, the ragdoll remains uneasy.

“What are you three here for today?” She inquires. They’ve been visiting her shop almost regularly now. They pretend to think of an answer to this question.

“We wanted to see your work!” Barrel replies enthusiastically. “Your clothes always look, uh, pretty!”

“Yeah! Maybe you can even make a dress for Shock!” Lock snickers. The witch momentarily gives him a glare before grinning back at Sally, her lips twitching at this idea. She speaks through gritted teeth.

“Sure! Or maybe you can make Lock a tutu!”

“ WHAT !?” The devil screams as the other two laugh. “That’s going too far!”

He’s about to wrestle with her until he realizes where they are and what they are doing. He forces a smile as he keeps his hands to himself. But she’s already witnessed this small display of teasing between the trick-or-treaters, and can’t help tittering to herself. The kids look confused as she laughs. Then they get slightly offended. They puff out their chests to attempt to get her to stop.

“Hey! What are you laughing at?” Shock shoots daggers at her.

“Oh, nothing.” The tall woman waves it off. “It’s just nice to see how close you three are. I’ve heard siblings tease and fight all the time.”

“We’re not siblings! We’re Boogie’s Boys; birds of a feather, now and forever!” Lock exclaims with his small arms crossed.

“Uh-huh.” She takes a seat across from them. “You’ve been visiting me in my shop a lot lately. Is there any reason why? I know you pay a visit to all the shopkeepers, but I’m the only one you haven’t caused trouble with yet.”

They glance at each other wearily. So she’s noticed. How to answer this question without being obvious..? They wave their small hands to her, attempting to make as small of this as they can.

“Like we said-” Shock begins. “-We want to get to know you…” Barrel continues. “So why would we be mean?” Lock finishes with a shrug.

She narrows her eyes for a moment, thinking. “If you want to get to know me…then why don’t I get to know you, in return?”

They look at each other again, clearly uneasy with this suggestion. Oogie never said anything about her getting to know * them *..! They can clearly decline if they want to, right? But this won’t work out in their favor so easily if they withdraw themselves…so they slump in their chairs and nod weakly at her. Shock gives a quiet message to her cohorts to resume their act, and lie when they can.

“It’s only the polite thing to do,” She resumes, seeing their hesitancy. She hopes this can be a small lesson to them - to get them to act normally around other people. “How old are you three?”

“Dunno’.” Lock replies. Shock and Barrel agree with him. She blinks a few times in surprise. They don’t even know their own ages? She senses this will not be an easy exchange between them. She clears her throat and thinks of something else to ask.

“Well….have you ever gone to school? Is there anything you’re interested in learning?”

They scoff at her questions. She’s treating them like they’re little kids..! They can’t express how much they hate this. Regardless, they swallow the heat in their throats and allow Shock to answer this one.

“No, and we don’t need to! We’ve learned how to survive from Oogie. Who needs book smarts when you can just beat people up..!?”

She pumps her gloved fists in the air. Her group cheers her on with this answer, exchanging high fives in agreement. Sally is surprised at this reaction. Then she remembers they are delinquents. She plays with her hands as different questions come to mind. Maybe she shouldn’t beat around the bush and just address the obvious…

“May I ask why you aren’t good children..?” She asks, hoping she isn’t too forward.

They clearly take offense to this question. But they remember they’re supposed to play nice. She must be looking past their fake exteriors right now, what with the slip-up from earlier. They scold themselves for this and think up an answer on the spot. They allow some honesty to escape from their lips.

“We just wanna’ have fun!” Barrel defends. “And in Halloween Town, ‘fun’ means danger..! Mischief! All the good stuff!”

“So, what is the difference between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ to you..? Because I know some adults and other children who would think your ‘fun’ isn’t necessarily ‘good’ ...”

“No, we have no idea! We’re just having fun in our own way.”

She truly wants to believe them. It makes sense - their fun can just be playing tricks and pranks, like how the other Halloween Town children find playing in leaves and decapitating dolls as fun. She insists on finding some good within these trick-or-treaters; surely there must be some wholesome part to them, deep down..? Perhaps they are capable of change, just like Dr. Finklestein is..?

The three notice she’s gone quiet and decide to pick up the conversation. They whisper something to each other before holding their hands together and batting their eyes once more. “Have we ever told you we’ve never had a mother..?”

She looks at them in surprise. “No, you haven’t.”

“You’re so nice and pretty.” Shock brings up, dragging a finger along her stockings. “If we ever had one, we’d want her to be just like you ..!”

She becomes flattered at their words and places a hand on her chest. This only gives her hope with what she wants to accomplish for them. “Aw, thank you.”

They continue to give her more compliments, giving good words about her and the clothing she makes. She takes these with a smile, believing them wholeheartedly. When they are certain she is comfortable, they decide to change subjects and get things rolling. Readjusting themselves in their seats, they finally bring up the topic that will change the conversation drastically:

“You know, if you really want to get to know us, you should see our treehouse..!” Barrel suggests, licking his lollipop.

“Yeah! You can see how we live!” Lock adds.

“We never invite grown-ups there! We want you to come because you’re special, and we like you.” Shock smiles at her.

These words touch Sally more, but she remains uneasy to let her guard down. She thinks about this and fidgets with her fingers. She remembers what the ladies said during their lunch…not to trust these three, and especially not get the attention of the boogeyman. Even Jack warns her not to trust the trio. But she can’t deny how curious she is to know their living conditions…maybe it can give her a better idea with what she’s dealing with. So she can help these children become better..!

“Alright, I’ll come and see. But you have to promise me you don’t have any tricks. And you won’t pull anything funny at all.”

They play coy, hiding a hand behind their backs. “Why would we do that to someone so wonderful…? We promise we won’t do anything nasty! You can take a look and leave whenever you want!”

She gives them a smile and informs them she’ll get ready for this small trip. Lock, Shock, and Barrel practically jump out of their seats and prepare their bathtub for the trip. They’re ecstatic their plan actually worked ! For a moment, they were worried getting Sally would be too difficult…but she is a lot more naive than they credit her for! The boss will surely be happy with this outcome…they simply can’t wait for their reward!

The tall ragdoll meets them outside, locking her shop before they leave. She notices the large bathtub with legs that they usually ride into town. They’ve cleared their bags and weapons from it, secluding them in a nearby hiding spot of theirs in town. They gesture for her to get in. She looks reasonably weary at this suggestion. The last time she was in it, they took her to that boogeyman…where she was held captive for what felt like eternity…

“You want me to get in there ..?” She points. They nod their heads impatiently. It’ll take forever to get to the hinterlands waiting for her to keep up with them. They want this trip to be speedy.

“So you can take it easy on your feet!” Lock brings up. “You wouldn’t want to fall apart on the way, would you?”

She thinks about this suggestion. It is considerate of them. And she does appreciate the means of transportation…she just can’t bring herself to trust it. They roll their eyes at her hesitancy and begin ushering her inside the bathtub. She’s practically pushed in it and gives them a pained look, which they ignore as they hop right in with her. The bathtub begins its route back to their home - and they smile in satisfaction the entire way.

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They ride in the forest until they reach a clearing. Sally is surprised to see them approaching a treehouse - built on the remnants of a large, dead tree, circled by a strange abyss. The wood is rotting and splintering by this point. So they aren’t lying about where they live…but she can’t shake this uneasy feeling as they approach it. As if something truly evil is residing within those walls. The wind picks up around her, giving her a quiet warning of what’s yet to come.

The children jump out of the bathtub when they’re in front of it. She gets the message to exit along with them. She wants to go back already, but they’ve gone too far. It would take her forever to return to Halloween Town on her own. And she has the greatest feeling they won’t give her another ride. She holds her breath as she faces the decision she’s made - hoping she will not come to regret it…

“Here we are!” Lock presents their small treehouse proudly. “This is the place!”

She notices it is much too small for her to fit in. The elevator alone looks like it can only accommodate small children and animals. She already feels like she’s been tricked. “But how will I ever get inside?”

They pretend to think about this. “Well…there * is * a way you can, from below ..!”

They motion to the dark pit surrounding the tree. She leans over and notices there’s a structure built down around the base of the plant, much larger than the treehouse itself. She attempts to see any reasonable way to get down there. Beyond the elevator, she can’t really find a way…the apprehension shows on her face as she looks at the children. They notice this and point downwards easily.

“There's a chute you can enter through.” Barrel informs her. “The elevator will support you for a little bit…then you crawl inside, and you’ll be in our house!”

Sally feels uncertain. Is their treehouse big enough for something like this? And did they build it themselves? Questions pile in her head as the seconds go by. The children begin to lure her towards the elevator, patting her back and urging her forward. She has no choice but to hang onto the rope as it descends, the image of the trick-or-treaters getting smaller the further she goes. It gets colder as she’s enveloped in the darkness. She suddenly can’t hear a sound.

As they promised, a chute awaits her at the bottom. It’s big enough for her to slip through…she lets go of the rope and brings herself into the circular opening. She crawls for what feels like minutes until she reaches the end. She helps herself down carefully and looks around. This looks nothing like a normal treehouse. It is a large structure consisting of metal and painted walls with bright colors.

There’s no sound of the elevator moving, or any sign that the trick-or-treaters are coming. Sally realizes something is wrong.

. . .

The floor feels hard as she walks forward aimlessly, noticing how dark it is in here. She squints her eyes in an attempt to see. The only sound she can hear are bugs crawling around, but things are silent otherwise. Her hands start to shake as she stands there, feeling vulnerable. It’s so dark that she can’t find the way back where she came. She wishes to be anywhere but here right now. She eventually calls out.

“Hello?”

Her voice echos. Something appears to have heard her. Movement comes from the room, though she can’t see where. That’s when the lights flicker on - dimly lighting her surroundings. She gets a better look where she is, now. There are various torture machines sitting around the room, along with roulette wheels, blades, and cages. It resembles nothing like a treehouse, but rather, a casino. It all looks familiar to her. This is when her phantom heart sinks. She’s struck with a numbing realization: She’s been here before.

“Hello, Doll-face.”

She yelps in surprise as a deep voice comes from behind her. She jumps instinctively before whipping around, only to be met with a huge figure that eyes her curiously from above. It is a large burlap sack with empty eye sockets and a hollow mouth. She can hear the bugs squirming inside of him. This is all it takes for her to recognize this creature.

“B-Bug King!” She spits out. Oogie Boogie smiles at the term.

“So you do remember me!” He comments smugly as he circles around her. “I think I’m over that little holiday now. You should call me the ‘King of Halloween ’ instead, hmm?”

“But Jack is-”

“- AH ! Ah, ah, ah .” His tone rises as he advances on her, wiggling one of his ‘hands’ in warning “Watch that name in here, missy! I don’t condone such language .”

She feels confused as he moves around her. She fearfully turns her head in search of the children, but unfortunately finds herself alone with the boogeyman. Her chest feels completely cold by now, understanding that she has made a mistake. This is the man who held her captive and said such terrible things to her…who scared her out of her wits with his devices; the first being to truly touch and feel her body. None of it is pleasant to remember.

She needs to get out of here as soon as she can. Her black eyes attempt to find a visible exit. He notices what she’s doing and blocks her vision. She bites her lip as he gets closer to her. What can she do now..? Her feet feel glued in place as she stands there, completely petrified. Boogie thrives off of her fear at this moment. It tastes delicious. He almost feels spoiled with how much she’s giving him to feed on.

“Looks like you’re all alone here, heh . Well, welcome to my casino, Dolly.” He gestures around them. “I recall you being a previous client. I’ve made some changes since then - a few cutting edge devices here-and-there, ya’ see-”

“What do you want from me!?” She interrupts, shaking in her heels. He notices her weak tone and chuckles, moving until he’s standing right in front of her. His form towers over her own, casting a cold shadow.

“I’ve been hearing some rumors ‘bout you from my boys, an’ I wanted to see what all the fuss is about!” His burlap hand comes forward and strokes the side of her face. He can’t help but admire her stitches. “You haven’t aged a bit… ”

She flinches at his touch and backs away. He finds no offense in this. For now . She thinks of his words and weakly asks, “What have you heard about me..?”

He hums in thought, turning away and rolling some dice in his hand. He despises even saying his name, but he has to talk about his arch-nemesis in order for this conversation to progress. “-They say you’re Jack’s girl now. That true?”

She doesn’t know if being honest is a disadvantage in this situation. Against her better judgment, she nods weakly. “Y-Yes…”

“ HAH !” He suddenly laughs. He wipes a fake ‘tear’ away from his socket in amusement. “Why in HELL’S NAME would you want to date HIM !?”

He continues to laugh as she stands there, dumbfounded. She can’t fathom how this is entertaining in the slightest. It makes her feel angry as she clenches her fists and narrows her eyes at him. How could he laugh at her feelings for Jack Skellington..? He’s the kindest and most selfless person she’s known. The only man who’s made her happy after all this time…

“He’s a wonderful person! Nothing like what YOU are!” She spits, remembering their last encounter all too well. He doesn’t seem to appreciate this tone as his laughter stops. Her eyes widen when he abruptly snaps his head towards her. She momentarily fears what he’ll do.

He ends up rolling his ‘eyes’. “You n’ the rest of the town. ‘Jack’s the greatest! Ooo! We love him!’ - PHAW !” His snake tongue spits from his mouth onto the floor. “Thinks he’s the best thing to happen since the electric chair…”

She looks at the burlap man’s back strangely. “Why do you hate him so much?”

“Take a guess, doll-face! You were there .” He snaps at her. She shrinks down to the floor in response. “After all we’ve been through, he goes n’ banishes me! I can’t go ANYWHERE! Do you know how BORING it gets here, bein’ alone this long..!?”

She looks around and notices how empty it is in the casino. Beyond the caged skeletons and bats hanging around, there’s no one else down here. It makes her feel both afraid and pitiful. However, she refuses to feel sympathy for the being that captured her and made her time here so scary…she thinks of how she’s ever going to escape. She’s not fast enough to run away. Maybe being kind to him can do it?

“I-I’m sorry…” She nervously manages. “How close were you to him?”

“Me n’ bonehead? Oh, we go WAY back!” He rests an elbow on her shoulder and she feels the pressure on her seams. She doesn’t like being this close to him at all. “We were old friends. Didn’t stop him from exiling me, apparently. ”

“You two were… friends ?”

“Rather not talk ‘bout it.” He retorts quickly.

He brings his attention back to the woman and notices the way Sally’s shivering. It’s a pleasant sight for him - it never takes much effort for the boogeyman to scare his company. His gigantic form and bugs do plenty alone, but he’ll never get tired of seeing people shake and weep under his grasp. It reminds him of his golden days…which he misses the more time goes on. He nostalgically remembers the time of his nightmare-inducing visits to the human world…

“Y’know, ya’ got quite a mouth on you.” He moves his face closer to hers. “I kinda’ like it.”

She whimpers when he reaches for her. “P-Please…”

“Where ARE my manners?” He slaps his head as he plays with his trusted dice. “Would ya’ care to play a game, dolly?”

“A…game?”

“Anythin’ you want! Cards, poker, board games…hell, I’ll even play darts! Always a tradition of mine to offer my company a game or two.”

“I’d better not…”

“You sure ? I’m a bettin’ man, Dolly….if you win, you can ask for anything you want. No strings attached.”

She pauses. Anything she wants? What she wants more than life itself is to simply get out of here…she can’t think of any other way out. Those trick-or-treaters likely abandoned her. She feels so stupid for even trusting them! Now she’s left alone. No one even knows she’s down here right now. She didn’t even tell Jack where she was…her lips fall as she debates her options. After a moment, she boldly looks into Oogie’s eye sockets.

“If I win a game, I want to leave.”

“ Ho-oh ! Goin’ straight for the gold! I love that!” He laughs. “But ya’ gotta’ offer somethin’ for me in return. What’ll it be if I win?”

Her eyes widen as she realizes she has nothing to offer. She thinks on the spot and chews her lip. Then she remembers her sewing needle behind her ear, and the thread in her dress’ pocket. The two items she always keeps on her person. She hesitantly grabs them from their places and presents them to the boogeyman. He leans down and inspects them with a curious hum.

“These are all I have.”

“....”

He says nothing as his smile falls, observing the needle quietly. As much as he hates to admit it…he can get a use out of these things. His burlap sack is always catching on sharp edges and making holes, spreading open. He can’t have more of his bugs escaping. Although the children help sew him when he’s incapable, he would favor having something like this on him at all times. He leans back and grins.

“Deal. Go n’ pick your game.”

He motions upwards and a large board lowers from the top of the room and into his hand. On it are symbols and titles of different games. There’s a long list, almost like he has every play from the human world. She barely recognizes any of them. She’s never had the leisure to play anything like this…with anyone, as a matter of fact. The Doctor discouraged these types of entertainment. She tries to think of any she understands how to play. She doesn’t trust Boogie to play something she doesn’t know. This is a serious betting match…

Oogie grows impatient until she finally picks one. He perks up and follows her finger, only to shrivel in disappointment. “ -Go fish!? Are you kiddin’ me!?”

“It’s the only game I know,” She defends weakly. “You told me to pick one I wanted.”

“ Humph .” He exchanges the board for a deck of cards and starts shuffling them in defeat. “This is kiddie crap, y’know.”

A light shines on a lone table just a few feet away from them. He motions her to go ahead. She slowly approaches it and lowers herself into one of the chairs. She hates that she’s in this situation to begin with…having to bet for her freedom. She doesn’t want to think about what will happen if she loses. If he’ll keep her prisoner again, hiding her down here until someone eventually comes to her rescue…or what he may even do in that time. Touch her? Kill her? She shivers at the thought.

He eventually comes and sets the cards down, taking a seat across from her. He looks almost disappointed with this game, having no enthusiasm starting it or even playing it. Truth be told, he hasn’t come up with a particular cheating scheme yet for go fish…it is a child’s game that he never thought he’d have to gamble on. He only keeps it on the board as an option for Lock, Shock, and Barrel when they want to play with him. And they always let him win.

Regardless, he’s surprised at how terrible she does. For a game relying on pure luck, she doesn’t seem to have any of it. Even less than himself ! The look of fear on her face is substantial when she realizes she loses. He hears her hold her breath in shock. He’s relieved to be done with this situation as is.

“Well, well, well!” He decides to rub the obvious in. “Looks like I won!”

She frowns before reaching for his promised prizes and numbly setting them on the table. She looks at them for only a second before beginning to bawl - weeping into her own hands, hiding her face away from him. It doesn’t take long before she’s in a fit of sobs. He looks amused at this extreme reaction to the game.

“ Please! I don’t want to be down here!” She begs. “I only wanted to help those children..! They told me they’d show me around their treehouse…not this !”

“You care ‘bout my henchman, do ya’?” He teases as he collects the needle and thread. They must’ve done a good job with her. Something he’ll have to reward them for later. “Poor choice, Dolly. They don’t listen to anyone but me .”

“I realize that now...” She murmurs into the table. A deadly mistake that will cost her, no less.

He observes her form for a full minute before grinning, moving the cards aside. “Y’know, I’ve really enjoyed your company..! In fact, I think I’m willing ta’ let you go! IF you let me do one thing, that is…”

She looks up in interest. A chance to leave..? She’s doubtful, but it’s her only option right now. There’s no other way but to accept it. “Wh-what is it..?”

Something changes in his tone. “Let me feel yer’ leg.”

“... What ?”

“You heard me.” He reaffirms, not wanting to repeat himself. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt a woman’s touch….n’ I want it. Badly .” He gets out of his seat and closes in on her. “Ya’ want to leave, right? Well, what’s stoppin’ ya? All I want is a little feel…a little tickle…n’ you’ll be on yer’ way.”

Words can’t describe how uncomfortable she is with this situation. To promise something like this to him…it makes her feel sick to her stomach, and she can’t help thinking of how Jack would react. It makes her feel dirty. Like she’s about to be used as a ragdoll. Oogie surrounds her by the minute, making her realize she has no choice. Her breath is shaky as she glances down at her legs. It shouldn’t be…too bad, right? All he wants is to feel. Nothing more….she hopes. She shuts her eyes tightly and sticks her right leg out, refusing to watch or enjoy any part of this.

“...F-Fine…” She mutters.

He’s thrilled with her consent and wastes no moment reaching for her beautifully-sculpted leg. Oogie’s jaw hangs open as he fingers over her stitches, trailing from her knee down to her shoe. He easily pops it off from her foot and makes a noise in satisfaction. He can feel her trembling in his grip - still closing her eyes, refusing to watch him. But he’s not worried about indecency. It’s not the most obscene act he’d ever done - he’s committed far worse with real human women…

And he can’t help marveling at how closely she resembles them. Everything about her body is modeled in its ideal image. He goes forward to tickle her - excited by the way her foot writhes and squirms as he does. But Sally does not laugh. Her lips are pressed into a firm line while he does all of this. He doesn’t mind her lack of reaction while he has his fun. Eventually, he withdraws his grip and stands back, clearly pleased after sharing this contact.

“Alright. Ya’ kept yer’ promise.” He begins to shout in the direction of the ceiling. “BOYS! BRING DOWN THE ELEVATOR!”

There is a collection of disappointed ‘aws’ . It seems like they were listening this entire time. Small voices reply from above. “Yes, boss!”

He looks back at the ragdoll. “Yer’ free ta’ go.”

She finally snaps her eyes open and looks at him. “H-Huh?”

“Take the elevator oughtta’ here. I’m sure this ain’t the last time I’m gonna’ see ya’.” He leans in closely before she can move. “But you should do me a favor, since I’m lettin’ ya go, and all.”

He wants more? She can’t give any more of herself to him. The look on her face makes this obvious. “What do you want..?”

“Ask Jack about me.” He smiles mischievously. “I can guarantee one thing, Dolly: he ain’t telling you everything ‘bout himself. He and I…we have a past I think you’d love to learn about.”

She looks lost as he says this, but he wears a knowing smile. He dismisses her with a wave of his ‘hand’ and walks elsewhere in his casino, cleaning up the mess of cards from the table. She makes no hesitation to pick herself up and bolt in the direction of where she came. She slips through the chute and finds the elevator waiting for her at the end. She isn’t surprised when the trio are nowhere to be found outside, and is left to walk back to Halloween Town by herself.

She clutches at her arm on the way, feeling both violated and used after what happened. His words give her unsettling chills, but bring a new curiosity to her mind. How much does she truly know about Jack’s past? And who this boogeyman exactly is? It hurts her to wonder if he’s concealing more from her than she thinks…she clutches her hand as she walks through the forest.

She will have to ask him about this.

#The Nightmare Before Christmas #Sally Finklestein #Jack Skellington #Oogie Boogie #Lock Shock and Barrel #Nightmare Before Christmas #TNBC #Disney #fanfiction #fanfic #Tim Burton #long post #long #Our Nightmare #Jack X Sally #Jack and Sally

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•The Noisy Neighbor•

Request: twt@LOKIBARBZ (So, we literally had a whole discussion over this, therefore, I’ll just make a summmary of this.) Loki moves into an apartment in NYC, recently being officiated as an Avenger after some pleading from Thor. He is comfortable in his apartment, as it’s nice and quiet, until a loud new neighbor moves in next door. He slowly goes mad, until one day he seeks to end the nonsense once and for all.

Fandom: MCU AU

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Hate-Sex, Rough-Sex, Angry-Sex, Hair Pulling, Scratching, Choking, Degradation/Name Calling.

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Loki isn’t sure what he expected to be greeted with when he returned to Midgard with his older brother. After the attack on New York City, he wasn’t foolish enough to think they’d welcome him with open arms.

Then again, it’s not like he had much of a choice in coming here.

After waiting in his cell for nearly a year, he was finally placed on trial. They sentenced him to serve his punishment on Midgard, to help The Avengers in their efforts to protect their realm. Among the many different options that the Æsir courts could’ve picked, he’s merely grateful to still be alive.

The Avengers, of course, wouldn’t allow him to take up residency in the tower as a result of his last visit ending in Tony being tossed out of a window. Thankfully, Tony, at the very least, agreed to find him his own apartment somewhere nearby and pay his rent, so long as he behaves himself.

The apartment complex is very nice, and most importantly, quiet. Tony rightfully assumed that it would be wiser to house the God of Chaos in a quiet environment where he’d be least likely to interact with neighbors. The last thing they need right now is for Loki to take it upon himself to permanently silence his Midgardian neighbors for making too much noise.

For a long time, this arrangement worked. Loki typically walks to the tower with headphones in, playing an array of Norwegian music, most of it sung by the artist Aurora. Her music reminds him of home, so he is quite appreciative of her work.

Thor sometimes questions his reasoning for walking instead of teleporting, but Loki finds the walk to be very calming, considering he leaves the apartment early enough to avoid pedestrian traffic. Then late at night, he walks back to his apartment, headphones in, still somewhat aware of his surroundings. Despite what The Avengers constantly say about the city at nighttime, robbery or any kind of assault is of little concern to Loki, considering-well-he’s a literal deity.

Slowly, The Avengers began to warm up to him, with the obvious exception of Natasha and Clint, who are always suspicious of everything. Loki eventually found that he favors the company of Bucky and Wanda, as opposed to the constantly annoying presence of Tony or the self-righteousness of Steve. He also prefers to keep a fair distance from Bruce, much to Bruce’s understanding.

Nothing was amiss, everything was going pretty well.

Until, a new neighbor moves in next door.

Generally, Loki doesn’t care for the ordinary Midgardians that roam the city, he finds them to be incredibly shallow and rather dull. None of them intrigue him in the slightest, and he finds that many of them have an ornate ability to talk much, but at the same time say absolutely nothing.

However, he swears to The Norns that you, the girl who just moved in next door, have been designed specifically to get a rise out of him.

Loki has always been known for his patience and tolerance of others. Even at this chaotic stage in his life, it still truly takes much to get him to snap, but you seem to be naturally gifted at winding him up.

For one, you purposely went out of your way to introduce yourself to him. You went out of your way to bother him, when none of the other neighbors dared to acknowledged him.

Maybe if he were younger he would’ve enjoyed the attention, but now? This Loki likes not being acknowledged, he likes being left alone, and doesn’t care about whoever else is living in this apartment complex.

He doesn’t even really remember what you were saying to him, he just remembers blankly staring down at you for a few minutes and then impolitely shutting the door in your face.

(Unbeknownst to either of you, back on the Bifrost, Heimdall let out a chuckle of amusement.)

Secondly, you’re just too bloody loud. You talk loud, your footsteps are loud, and you play loud music well into the night until one of the other neighbors have to come knocking on your door to tell you to keep it down.

He overheard you rattling off to one of your neighbors in the lobby, and unsurprising to him, you’re pretty young, twenty four, just graduated from NYU, and you have a degree in fashion design-whatever that means. Loki isn’t well informed on Midgardian credentials, and he’d rather not ask Thor (who has a better grasp on degrees thanks to Jane), lest his brother misunderstand his curiosity for infatuation.

Mentally childish, cheery, loud, and obnoxious.

All the things Loki doesn’t like, compressed into one tiny person.

You make him want to turn you into a mouse whenever you’re nearby, and when you speak, sometimes he wishes he could just take a knife and cut out your vocal cords.

It’s such a shame that he finds you so attractive, if only he could tear your face off and place it on another, quieter woman.

On the flip side, you aren’t particularly fond of him either. He always comes off as rude and dismissive. You are convinced he’s the spirit of an old grumpy senior citizen wearing the skin of a beautiful young man.

So, tensions continue to escalate over the course of four months. The loud music, the loud talking, the loud everything.

He could just ask Tony to move him to another apartment complex the moment you began to stoke the fire, but he would rather not concede defeat. Eventually, you’ll be asked to move, with how loud you are and how often you inconvenience the others around you.

But, another month passes and it still hasn’t happened yet.

He’s not sure how long he can put up with this nonsense.

Six months became his limit, after you tested his patience on the wrong day.

That afternoon, Doctor Doom had infiltrated The Avengers tower looking to steal technology from Tony. Doom easily brushed aside the team’s efforts to prevent him from getting anywhere near the lab. With Thor temporarily lending his assistance to Asgard, The Avengers were without one of their strongest members. Loki eventually managed to subdue him, but his seidr was almost completely spent. He was left feeling fatigued and rather irrate.

When he finally returned to his apartment, he was greeted with some much needed peace and quiet. He fell asleep on the couch, too tired to get undressed from his armor or walk to his bedroom.

It wasn’t until you returned home late from a runway show, that his peace was interrupted. He could quite clearly hear your vain and vulgar Midgardian music playing loudly in your apartment nearby.

“I said certified freak.”

“Seven days a week.”

“Wet ass pussy.”

“Make that pull out game weak!”

Finally fed up, Loki exits his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him, and stomping to your front door. He knocks loudly and frantically, eager to get you to shut off that stupid music.

Hearing the knocking on the door, you quickly pause your music, knowing that it’s probably one of your irritated neighbors again. When you open your door, you are greeted with the sight of a scowling deity. You tilt your head and smile at him brightly. “Well, Loki, how may I help you?”

“You may help me by shutting off that incessant, vain, rhythmless dribble you call music.”

“It’s the national anthem. I am paying homage to our country’s independence.”

Loki grimaces, leaning in slightly. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“No, but I take you for someone with an old man mentality.” You raise an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re not Bill Clinton in a skin suit?”

“It is one in the morning and some of us are tired.” Loki hisses. “Mortals. Always only concerned with themselves, so selfish and blind to the needs of others.”

“Selfish and blind? You’re one to talk.” You cross your arms. “Didn’t you kill like, hundreds of people when you invaded New York City because you wanted a throne?”

Loki’s eyes narrow dangerously at you, as you slowly cross into no-man’s land.

You pout and pretend to cry. “Boohoo, I am Loki, I was born into a rich family, and I was given everything I ever wanted except a throne.” You pretend to wipe your eyes. “So I killed hundreds of innocent humans because I wanted to be king.”

“You have no idea what you speak of, mortal.” Loki growls, his voice low and grave now. He steps forward, passing through your doorway. “You know nothing of me, or what I am capable of.”

“And what are you capable of, Loki?” You ask. “Besides killing hundreds of innocent people because your daddy didn’t like you, of course.”

You are caught off guard when Loki pulls the door shut behind him and locks it. He immediately pins you against the wall by your arms, and glowers down at you.

“Scared, mortal?”

“No.” You answer truthfully. “You don’t scare me anymore. If you really wanted me dead, you would’ve done it already. You’ve gone soft.”

He growls at you, and leans forward, pressing his lips against yours. You hardly have any time to react as he forces his tongue into your mouth. He’s actually surprised when you begin to fight him for dominance, your tongue aggressive pushing against his, and your teeth nibbling on his lips. Eventually, you have to give up your fight, your need for oxygen cutting your fight short.

“Such a shame, a pretty face like yours bound to someone with such an ugly personality.” Loki’s hands release your wrists and slowly travel down to grip your hips.

“Hypocrite.” You say. “Between the two of us, you’re the one with the ugliest personality.”

“You dare to speak to a god in such a way.” Loki groans lowly, grinding himself up against you. You gasp, feeling his erection pressing up against you. “I’ll have you know, where I come from, you’d be punished.”

You let your fingers get tangled in his hair and then you tug on it. You grin as he lets out a soft moan. “Are you telling me you’d like to punish me?”

“I am unsure.” His hands travel up your shirt, and cup your breast. You’re internally grateful that you decided to ditch your bra today. “I have a feeling you’d enjoy it too much.”

Loki stills as your hand travels between the two of you and gently massages the bulge in his pants. “Well, why don’t we find out?”

You yelp in surprise when Loki drags you by your arm to the kitchen. He pushes you to bend over the kitchen counter, pulls your pajama pants down, along with your panties.

A sharp gasp escapes you when he shoves two long fingers inside of you and pumps them steadily inside of you. He continues this until your wetness is practically running down your thighs.

You hear him unbuckle his belt behind you, and soon, he flips you around, so you’re now lying on your back on the counter. You close your eyes as you feel his cock pressing up against your entrance.

“I’m going to break you, fragile mortal.” Loki growls. “I’m going to break you, and relish the moment you come undone underneath me.”

You let out a chuckle, which only serves to irritate him. He enters you in one swift thrust, and you whimper as you feel him stretch you out more than you ever have before.

Loki wraps his fingers around your throat, and begins thrusting hard and fast. He hisses as you drag your nails hard against his neck.

“You should be worshipping me, mortal.” He growls. “You should feel honored that I’m here splitting your quim instead of resting, like I wanted to do.”

“Oh, fuck you spoilt rich brat!” You snap at him.

“Oh, but I am fucking you.” Loki chuckles darkly, tightening his grip around your throat. “And when I’m done, you’ll be positively ruined for any mortal man who tries to lay with you.”

“Bold of you to assume you can make me cum with that weak dick of yours.”

You let out a lewd moan when he changes his angle, his cock head brushing up against your g-spot.

“You were saying, whore?”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re the whore, coming here to fuck someone you don’t even like.”

Loki groans, watching as his cock is literally splitting your cunt. “You asked for this, you stupid girl.”

When you begin to feel a familiar tightening in your stomach, you start to claw and scratch at him, not willing to let him push you over the edge.

“Fight me all you wish to, mortal.” Loki groans in your ear. “You’re going to cum for me, whether you like it or not.”

“I hate you!” You practically scream at him.

“I hate you as well, but here we are.”

You gasp and moan as you feel the coil in your stomach snap. You are somewhat thankful that Loki choking you is preventing you from screaming at the top of your lungs. Loki grunts loudly as he falls over the edge after you, his hips stuttering to a stop as he releases inside of you.

You both stay like that for a few minute, your back on the counter and cum oozing onto your thighs, and Loki resting some of his weight on top of you.

“I might just retire in here for tonight.” Loki grumbles. “I am completely spent.”

“So tired from one round that you can’t walk back to your own apartment?” You chuckle. “You have shitty stamina for a god.”

“I was tired before I arrived here. I said this already.”

You roll your eyes. “Then you should’ve gone to sleep instead of coming here.”

“I wouldn’t have come here if you hadn’t been playing your music loud enough for Asgard to hear!” Loki snaps, biting at your neck in annoyance. You wince. “You’re an obnoxious wrench. It’s a wonder how you haven’t been asked to move elsewhere.”

“The landlord is my mother.”

Loki is silent for a few moments, now absolutely livid. The landlord is your mother?!

“I’ll be having words with your mother, then.”

You laugh. “You can try. Who do you think I got all of my obnoxious traits from?”

You hear Loki scowl next to you, and nip you on the neck again. “You Midgardian women are bothersome.”

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Dancing our dance

Summary: Sina was a city of wretched and helpless. A place governed by misery, terror and ruthless, cold-hearted criminals.

As horrible as it was, however, there were quite a few things that made Levi’s life in this city almost enjoyable.

A ganster!AU and Levihan Secret Santa gift for collapsability! Happy New Year <33

Sina. The greatest city on Earth. The place of flourish and success. A metropolis of wretched and damned. A place, where rich and elite could only prosper, multiplying their wealth and increasing their status, while hungry and poor were fighting each other for the smallest scraps of food.

Levi had experienced the worst of both worlds. He knew the desperation, the hunger that gnawed at him while he lived in the slumbers with rats as his company. And he was familiar with comfort and luxuries of life as a rich man. He also knew the danger, the constant fear that one mistake, a single wrong move could cost him not only his carefully cumulated wealth, but his life as well.

Considering his lifestyle, Levi was sure he wouldn't have lived for long. And he wouldn't have, if he hadn't stuck to the winning team.

Erwin Smith was sharp, calculating and ruthless. His biggest talent, though, was his exceptional ability to surround himself with the best of the best and inspire undying loyalty in them. Levi was good, excellent with guns and even better with knifes, but he wasn't the only member of Erwin's gang. There was Mike - an expert brawler and a man of few words, which made him even more valuable, Nanaba - an elite sniper and doctor, and, of course, Hange Zoe – a genius scientist and a massive pain in Levi's ass. She was loud, messy and had an uncanny ability to attract all sorts of trouble. Which made Levi's life just that much harder, since most of the times, Erwin made them work side by side.

Hange was smart, unbelievably so, but she was also so, so careless that Levi had to watch her every move, afraid that if he so much as looks away, Hange would instantly get swept in some trouble.

Even now, as he was sitting inside the overcrowded, bustling with people Wings of Freedom - a popular night club, owned by Erwin, - Levi couldn't take his eyes off Hange.

Wings of Freedom was the place for the richest, most famous citizens of Sina. No one could get in, if they weren't approved by Erwin and his gang first. Despite the harsh restrictions and the overpriced alcohol that was served there, it was always full of customers. The success of the club was well-deserved, though. The alcohol, as expensive as it was, was also good. It wasn’t watered down like in the rest of speakeasies. And Levi couldn’t deny it, the interior of the club was breathtaking. As a former street rat, Wings of Freedom was a definition of wealth and prestige for him. It was a grand, spectacular thing with high glass ceilings, large, bright candelabras, red carpets on the floor and big, bright stage. Only the best musicians were allowed to perform in there, and Levi had no doubts about the vast talent that the current artists possessed. However, he was too preoccupied with boring holes into a certain four-eyed idiot to appreciate their efforts.

The dance floor, situated right beneath the stage, was as overflowing with people as the rest of the speakeasy. But Levi could recognize that mop of brown messy hair everywhere, and he watched it move around intently. Hange was in the middle of dance floor, spinning some unknown woman in a frilly yellow dress. Despite the uncomfortable feeling and overprotective instinct that appeared upon watching someone else touch Hange, Levi couldn't help but admire her movements. As clumsy as she could be, in a fight or a dance, Hange was as graceful as they come. Levi lost himself in following every move of her body, the way she spun, jumped and waved her hands. She was doing all of it so effortlessly, wearing an excited grin on her face.

Suddenly Hange looked away from her dance partner. Their eyes met, that little spark inside her gaze evident even from great distance. She winked at him, and Levi felt his face flush. He lifted his glass, gulping the contents down in one go. The whiskey burned his throat and he winced, turning away from Hange. He looked around, desperate to find something else to preoccupy himself with. Distraction came fairly quickly in the form of big oak door that opened at the other way of the room.

Looks like the big man is here, Levi sighed, getting to his feet and starting to descend down the stairs to the dance floor. It was time to retrieve Hange.

It was time for work.

***

Hange jumped, when Levi pulled her closer by the back of her suspenders. She whirled around, wide eyed and surprised.

"Levi!" she raised her voice, panting slightly. Even met with his scowl, the grin didn't leave her face. On the contrary, it only grew wider. "Finally came down to join me?"

Levi glanced at Hange's partner, who was awkwardly stomping behind, unsure of what to do. "You know I don't dance," he shook his head. "So say goodbye to your girlfriend and let's go. Erwin is here."

"Already?" Hange whined. "But I was having so much fun!"

"Tough shit," Levi answered, glaring at the girl Hange was having so much fun with.

"You owe me a dance then," she pointed a finger at Levi. "And I don't take no for an answer," she added, shutting down any possible protest.

"Let's finish the work first," Levi grunted. He didn't say yes to Hange's demand.

He didn't say no either.

"Hurry up then!" Hange exclaimed, linking her arm with Levi's and dragging him up the stairs. She didn't say goodbye, didn't even glance at the girl she was dancing with.

Levi hid a satisfied smirk.

***

Erwin, when they approached him, looked as immaculate as always. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his pristinely white shirt. It was always so hot in Wings of Freedom and Levi wondered how much Erwin must be sweating in his grey three-piece suit. Levi himself, as meticulous as he was about his appearance, had taken off his jacket, wearing a dark blue vest with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. And Hange wasn't even wearing a vest, but only a stripped light colored shirt.

"Hi, Erwin," Hange slide in a booth from the left side and pecked him on a cheek.

"Good evening, Hange," Erwin smiled. "I saw you were having a lot of fun."

"That I did," she grinned. “Unfortunately, it was cut off so abruptly,” she noted, glaring at Levi.

"What do you need us to do?" ignoring Hange’s petulance, Levi sat down as well, taking a seat at Erwin’s right side.

Erwin's smile turned into a serious frown.

"I have found an informant. He knows something, I'm sure, but he refused to talk with Mike. Maybe, you'll have more luck with him.

"Informant?" Hange asked, surprised. "Does he know something about—"

"Yes," Erwin answered, clenching his jaw. "He knows about Titans."

Levi's eyes darkened as soon as he heard that name. Titans were a rival gang, who terrorized the city every night. As powerful as Erwin was, he couldn't get rid of them. They lurked in the shadows, hidden from everyone. As ferocious as they were, no one even knew who their leader was. Levi didn't care. Whoever that bastard was, he was going to kill them, along with every member. He swore to do it years ago. On his friend's graves. Sweet, innocent Isabel and wise, reliable Farlan - his first true friends. Levi would never forget them. And he would make sure that those who had taken them from him would pay for their mistake.

A warm, comforting touch interrupted his dark thoughts. Levi looked up, meeting Hange's gaze. She smiled at him, worry swirling in her warm brown eyes.

Levi turned away from her, directing his stare at Erwin. Before Hange took away her hand, however, Levi patted it softly, silently thanking for the concern.

"So we need to find that informant and make him spill the info?" Hange clarified.

"Basically, yes. Here," he handed Hange a small file. She opened it instantly, pushing the glasses up her nose and quickly scanning over the pages. "Your target is the man named Nick. He lives in downtown and works in the nearby church as a pastor—"

"Pastor?" Hange looked up, wearing a mischievous grin. "That's intriguing."

Erwin turned his stern gaze at her. "Don't overdo it, Hange We need him alive. And, preferably, mentally stable."

Hange scoffed, crossing hands on her chest. "Don't know what you're talking about. I've never—"

"Really, four-eyes? Remember that guy who—"

"That was one time!" Hange cut him off, before Levi could finish. Erwin didn't need to know about that time. "And he was an asshole and totally deserved it."

"And what about that other guy—"

"It was an accident!" Hange gritted through her teeth, her fists clutched tightly together.

"Calm down," Erwin scolded them, covering his eyes with a hand and letting out an exhausted sigh. "I swear to god, sometimes you both act like you're still children."

"I'm nothing like her—"

“Considering his height, he’s still—"

"Enough!" Erwin barked, exasperated. "Just go already. Before I develop a migraine."

"He started it first," Hange pouted. As soon, as Erwin looked away, she stuck her tongue out.

Levi didn't retaliate. He was going to behave. At least, while Erwin is watching.

"Let's go, four-eyes," he got to his feet, waiting for Hange to join him.

"Oh, right!" she exclaimed, smacking her forehead in frustration. "I totally forgot, we should hurry!"

Erwin arched an eyebrow. "Are you late for something?"

"Oh, you don't know it yet," with a sly smile, Hange leaned closer to Erwin's ear, although, she didn't bother to lower her voice. "Levi asked me for a dance afterward."

"I didn't not," Levi grunted, trying (and failing) to keep a straight, calm face under Erwin's amused gaze.

"I've never seen Levi dance," he commented, scratching his chin. "You should truly hurry, Hange. I want to see him dance too. It's once in a lifetime occurrence after all."

"Roger that, boss!" Hange did a mocking salute and then grabbed Levi's hand, dragging him out of the club.

Levi surrendered with a heavy sigh. Now there was no way he could avoid this dancing stuff.

"How do I look?" she asked, turning to Levi with a lopsided grin.

***

The first thing Hange did as she walked out of the car that Levi parked near the pastor's house was putting on her hat. She made sure that the accessory sat comfortably and then ran a hand over the brim.

"Awful," he replied dryly. "What is our plan?"

"The usual," Hange shrugged. She didn't bat an eye at Levi's jab, continuing to casually stroll through the street. "I do the talking, you do your scary face thing."

"Alright," Levi agreed easily. The plan suited him well. Never failed them before too.

"Huh," Hange whistled, putting hands on her hips and staring up at the building in front of her. "That's quite a nice house. Do you think all pastors earn that much?"

"Do I look like a pastor to you? How the fuck should I know?"

"You could pull off pastor's look, though," Hange continued, cheerful, despite his harsh words. "If you ever need to go undercover..."

Ignoring her blubbering and pushing past her, Levi stepped on a venue leading up to the front door. His eyes narrowed, as he stared at the house in front of him. He glanced to his wrist watch. He frowned.

"It's almost midnight..."

"And yet our pastor is still awake," Hange threw an arm over his shoulder, watching the house as well. "Maybe, he's insomniac?"

"Only one way to find out," Levi pointed his chin towards the door and made another step towards the house.

"Wait," Hange's hand caught his wrist. Levi turned back, alarmed by the sudden seriousness of her tone.

"Before we go inside... I need to know what you prefer the most - Charleston, Fox-Trot or Texas Tommy?"

Levi needed a few seconds to realize what the fuck Hange was on about. He blinked a few times, staring at her with a dumbfounded face. And when it finally hit him, he snatched his hand out of her grasp. Hange was such an idiot, why he even bothered to listen to her?

"I didn't agree to dance with you, four-eyes," he scowled at her. Under the weight of his gaze, anyone else would have shrined in fear. Hange just smirked. Levi resisted the urge to lash out on her or leave her to deal with the shitty pastor alone. Would have served her right for being such a jerk. He took a deep breath, calming himself down. There was a job they needed to finish. He wouldn't let Hange's idiocy distract him from that.

"Focus on a task on hand please," he told her, trying to keep his voice steady.

"And when we finish?"

Levi sent her another sizzling gaze. It produced no effect whatsoever.

He took another breath. "And then we'll see. The club could be closed by the time we're done here."

"It closes at dawn," Hange stated matter-of-fact.

Levi muttered a few curses. She was doing this on purpose. Riling him up just to make him lose it. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Turning away from her and ignoring Hange’s annoyed mumbling, Levi reached the front door and knocked.

It was quiet for the first few seconds. Then the sound of shuffling could be heard. A moment later, the door opened, revealing a balding middle-aged man.

Hange took a step forward, waving her hand gleefully.

The man's eyes widened. He tried to slam the door closed. Levi's leg didn't give him a chance to.

"Pastor Nick, right? We just came here to talk!" Hange grinned. "There is no need to be afraid! We're—"

"I know who you are," pastor's lip was trembling. Levi absentmindedly wondered if he would start crying. He hoped not. He hated when people cry. "You... You're Erwin Smith's devil duo."

Hange nudged Levi in the side, almost glowing with happiness. "They have a nickname for us, Levi. We're getting famous!"

"We're criminals, Hange," Levi coughed, trying to mask the affection in his voice. As annoying as Hange could be, she was also so fucking endearing. "We shouldn't be famous."

“Still,” Hange flipped the hat on her head, still grinning from ear to ear. “It’s nice to know we have a reputation.”

"And you," Hange said to pastor, her eyes turning sharp. "If you know so much about us, you should know that we don't harm innocent, so if you got nothing to hide, you've got nothing to be afraid of," she spread her arms, putting on a friendly, sweet smile. Beside her, Levi rolled his eyes. Hange's theatrics were over the top sometimes. Almost no one bought her act anyway.

Pastor Nick wasn't an exception.

"I wouldn't recommend it," Levi warned, when pastor reached with his hand to the side of the door.

"I know nothing!" pastor Nick threw hands in the air. "Your boss just got some false data."

Levi cocked his eyebrow, giving pastor a look full of disbelief. Erwin sending them on a mission before checking his information as thorough as possible and making sure it wasn’t just a dumb rumor? Highly unlikely.

"Maybe, you could just allow us to come inside? We'll have a nice little chat and then we'll decide if what you know is worthy for us or no," Hange's smile grew wider and Levi's scowl grew darker and pastor's resolve crumbled.

With a deep, shaky sigh, he took a step back, allowing them to enter.

"And we did it!" Hange whispered, clasping Levi on a back.

"We're not done yet," he reminded her, eyeing the pastor with suspicion. The way he acted... so desperate to make them leave... Levi couldn't help but wonder what pastor was trying to hide. What he was afraid of? Was he simply frightened by the fact that they're gangsters? Possibly, but if he had the info on Titans, he must have been quite familiar with the criminal underworld. Besides, they weren't asking to join their ranks, just spill some intel. And it wasn't like Hange was lying, they never harmed innocents. Even more, Erwin always offered protection to the ones who aided him.

Could it be that pastor wasn't afraid of them? Then who was it? Titans?

"Levi?" Hange interrupted his thoughts by patting his shoulder. Levi met her eyes, turning away from pastor. She held his gaze, nodding ever so slightly. So he wasn't seeing things. Hange was suspecting something too. "Would you make us some tea, please? While me and pastor talk?"

"Of course," he agreed. This too was the part of their routine. According to Hange, it was easier to win the target's trust if Levi wasn't in the room with them and his cold steely eyes weren't boring holes into them. This tactic always worked and Levi had no reason to doubt it this time too. Still he was reluctant to leave Hange alone with pastor. That look in his eyes, Levi didn't like it.

"I'll be fine," Hange smiled faintly, noticing Levi's unwillingness. "Besides, you're just a room away."

“Of course, you’re right. Just don’t lose your focus, Hange.”

With one last look at pastor, Levi turned away, heading in the direction that he hoped would lead him to the kitchen.

Levi's guess was corrected.

When he entered the dark room and turned on a switch, he saw a spacious and neat room with fridge, cupboards, oven and sink. He went straight to the oven, meaning to heat up the cattle. His eyebrows furrowed when he touched the cattle. It was hot as though it was recently heated up. Was their pastor a fan of midnight tea? Or was he expecting someone?

Instinctively, Levi glanced behind his back, at the wall that separated kitchen from the living room. A hushed voice could be heard from inside the room. It was calm and persuading and it belonged to Hange. Some tension left his body, as Levi listened to it. The voice was too soft to hear what Hange was actually talking about, but, nevertheless, it calmed him down. Levi turned around, intent to finish his job. The water was already boiled. Now he needed to find some tea. And cups, where he could pour it.

He lifted his eyes. There were six cupboards hanging on the wall. Levi chose the closest to him and opened it. Seasonings and eggs. He sighed and opened the next one. It held napkins and towels. He moved further. This cupboard was used for storing pans, the next one - cots. Levi cursed and slammed it shut with more force than necessary. The tableware inside rattled dangerously. He ignored it, opening the fifth cupboard, this one with plates. Levi’s expression relaxed a bit, he was getting closer. He looked inside the last one, and finally, this one held cups. Standing on his tiptoes, he took three cups out and put them on a table. Then he returned to the first cupboard, the one with seasonings and rummaged through it, looking for any kind of tea. Surprisingly, pastor's collection was quite large. Levi's respect for the man grew, as he found his favorite kind of tea – lapsang souchong.

As he waited for the tea to brew, Levi studied the kitchen. Hange was right, the house looked too good to belong to a simple pastor. How an old man who lived alone could afford it? And how could he afford so many kinds of tea? Even Levi's collection wasn't so vast, and he frequently used his connections to get the best kinds, since some of them weren't even distributed in their city. But how could pastor get his hands on them? And was it connected to the fact that he knew something about Titans? Too many unknowns in this seemingly simple equation. Levi didn't like it. However, it wasn't his job to think about it. Hange was the brain of their duo after all.

His job right now involved brewing a tea. He poured it into the cups and put them on a tray. Then be added three spoons of sugar into Hange's cup. He stirred it carefully and then picked up the tray, heading to the living room.

Hopefully, Hange was done with pestering their target.

***

"Here you are," Hange spoke warmly. She rose to her feet and helped Levi set the tray onto a coffee table. Sitting down next to her on the sofa, Levi handed Hange and pastor, who was sitting in a big armchair, their teacups. Hange accepted hers with a grateful smile. Pastor scoffed with a disgruntled expression.

"Do you really think I'm dumb enough to drink whatever you put in your so called tea?”

"If I wanted to kill you," Levi said in a dark, low voice. "I wouldn't have used poison, you dipshit."

"We've already established the fact that we very much need you alive, pastor. And besides," Hange grinned, a bright contrast to Levi's gloomy look. "Levi takes great pride in his tea making abilities. As he should," she noted, lifting the cup to her lips, taking the first sip. "Mm," she closed her eyes, a blissful expression on her face. "The best tea in the city."

"Don't exaggerate, Hange," Levi scolded harshly, ignoring the warm sensation that spread through his veins at her praise. “Just because I can actually brew something better than that piss you called tea, doesn’t mean it’s the best tea.”

Hange started laughing – as always loudly and unabashedly, with her head thrown back and her hair flying everywhere. She spilled some of her tea in the process and Levi tsked, taking a handkerchief out of his pants and throwing it at Hange.

“Erwin Smith’s devil duo, huh?” pastor Nick mumbled, too quiet for either of them to hear. “They’re quite a pair.”

Everything that happened next, happened way too quickly.

Pastor took the cup into his hands, intending to take a taste of the tea Hange was praising so much. Levi turned to stare at him, curious for his reaction. Hange followed the suit, the hand that wasn’t holding her own cup, thrown over Levi’s shoulders. The cup almost touched pastor’s lips, when the front door of the house was thrown open. The man appeared – dressed in a long coat, his face obscured by shadows. He ran into the living room, and took out a gun. Levi jumped to his feet, ready to attack, but before he could do anything, two gunshots rang. With wide eyes, Levi stared at the pastor’s now dead body with a hole in the center of his forehead.

He was frozen for merely a second, a second too long. By the time he snapped out of it, the shooter was already gone. Levi rushed after him, running through the front door and onto the porch. It was empty, no sight of the culprit. He looked around the empty, silent and lamp-lit street. Nothing. He gritted his teeth, kicking the curb in frustration.

Titans, for he was sure it was their work, had killed another innocent right in front of him. And just like the first time, just like with Farlan and Isabel, there was nothing he could do to stop them. At the memory of his late friends, Levi was overcome with frustration. He promised to protect them, and failed. He promised to avenge them, and failed again.

Useless. He was fucking useless. What good his skills did, if he couldn’t protect the ones closest to him?

The silence of the street around him was deafening, pressing onto Levi from all sides. Quiet, it was too quiet. Why was it so quiet here? It shouldn’t be, Levi realized with a start. Hange was with him, it shouldn’t be so goddamn quiet.

And then it hit him. Hange. Where the fuck was she? Why wasn’t she by his side, searching for the killer with him? Another revelation almost knocked the air out of Levi. There were two gunshots. What if the other one wasn’t meant for pastor?

With heart in his throat, Levi dashed back inside. Something close to a prayer was going through his head, as he tried to push the image of Hange’s bloodied, lifeless body out of his mind.

No, he won’t let that happen. He won’t lose another friend.

"Hange?" Levi called, stumbling inside. "Hange, where are you?"

There was no answer. Why was there no answer?

The seconds it took for him to reach the living room felt like years. More than anything, Levi was afraid to arrive too late. He couldn't repeat the same mistake. Not with Hange.

As he entered the living room, Levi's knees nearly gave out and a wave of relief washed over him. Hange— she was alive.

He hastily approached her, grabbing her elbows and turning her around to face him. His eyes skimmed along her body, searching for any sight of the injury. Despite her labored breathing, Hange seemed to be unharmed. Levi looked her over more carefully and his heart skipped a beat, when he saw a small dark spot on her otherwise clean shirt. His fingers touched that place gingerly.

"It's not mine," Hange said, and the hollowness of her voice took Levi's breath away. He lifted his gaze, staring at her face. Only now he noticed the blood on her cheek. She must have stood next to pastor, when he was shot, he realized. What frightened Levi more, however, was the faraway look in her eyes. She was in shock, Levi guessed. He needed to calm her down and then get her out of here.

"They killed him..." Hange whispered. She turned around, staring at the pastor's body so intently, it made a shiver run down Levi's spine.

He curled his fingers around her wrist, his every move slow and careful.

"Hange, we need to go," he pulled at her hand, tugging her closer. "The cops are going to be there soon, we should leave."

"Yeah," Hange nodded. She wasn't completely with him yet, and Levi wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her outside and then into the car. Opening the passenger door, he pushed her inside. He grabbed his jacket from the back seat and draped it over Hange. Kneeling in front of her, he rubbed her arms soothingly, looking into her eyes. The spark in her eyes wasn't there yet, but— Hange was slowly coming back. Levi lifted his hand, taking off her glasses and folding them carefully in the front pocket of his shirt. Gently, he whipped the blood from her cheek and after that, proceeded to clean the glasses too.

Putting them back on her face, Levi forced a smile. "Are you feeling better?"

"Did you get them? The shooter?"

Levi looked away, not wanting to see the disappointment inside those eyes. "No," he said, clenching his jaw.

"Fuck," Hange breathed out. "We let them get away once again."

"I was the one who fucked up.”

"Shut up," Hange pushed him away, strong enough to make Levi lose his balance and fell on his ass. He didn't get up, though, instead staring at Hange in surprise. That spark in her eyes - it was finally back. It was even more intense than usual, as Hange glared at him.

"I hate when you do that - blame yourself for everything. Not everything is your fault! We fucked up this time, yes. You didn't catch the guy, but I should have noticed that something was wrong. And I did, but decided to ignore it. We both made a mistake, and it’s up to us to make everything right. Together as we always do." A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips, as she extended a hand to him. "Don't you agree?"

Levi accepted her hand with a grunt. "Erwin's rubbed off on you," he complained, getting to his feet. "You sound just like him."

Hange chucked, her eyes sparking, and Levi let himself relax. She was still shaken, but that hollowness was gone.

"Thanks," Hange muttered, when Levi got inside the car. "I was a little out of it."

Levi nodded, starting the car. His mind was still reeling from tonight's events. While Hange was a little out of it, he was scared shitless. He was afraid that he made another mistake, he was afraid that he lost her.

It terrified him more than Levi was ready to admit. Hange, that little shit, managed to worm her way into his heart. He wasn't strong enough to stop her then, and he isn’t strong enough to push her away now.

Levi sighed, opening the window and letting the cold wind clear his head.

"Charleston, Texas Tommy or Fox-Trot?" he kept his eyes straight on the road, his voice as bored and emotionless as ever.

"Levi?" Hange frowned. "What are you—"

"What do you prefer, four-eyes?" he glowered, his cheeks turning red.

"Oh," for a moment, Hange was silent. She sat with her hands on her knees, her lips slowly curling into a grin.

"Since it's our first dance," she met his eyes in the rear window, winking. "I'll let you chose."

Levi grunted, gripping the steering wheel tighter and pushing down the gas pedal, speeding up. Hange didn't need to know it, of course, but he was pretty excited. He was also more than a little bit nervous. He had never really learnt how to dance. There was never a suitable partner. But now... Levi glanced at Hange, subtly admiring her profile. With her, maybe, it could all work out.

***

Just when they almost reached Wings of Freedom, Levi took a sharp turn, going into the opposite direction.

"Um, Levi? It's the wrong turn. The club is up ahead."

"I hate this place. It's too hot and there are too many people. Since it's our first dance," he showed Hange a small smirk. "I want to take you somewhere special."

***

Levi’s special place turned out to be a small park on the edge of Sina. Away from flashing city’s lights, it was dark, but cozy small place with only a few benches and a lonely swing, standing in a corner. It was situated on a precipice, and the whole city could be seen from up there.

“It’s beautiful,” Hange breathed out, her eyes full of childish wonder. She was standing at the very edge of precipice, gripping the metal railing with her hands. Logically, Levi knew that it was highly unlikely that Hange would fall over. Still, he stood a little closer to her, hovering just in case.

“Amongst all the horrors this city hides, it’s easy to forget how many wondrous things are there as well.” She bumped his shoulder with a grin. “You’re one of those wondrous things, Levi.”

“Shut up,” he grunted, feeling warmth spread through him at her words. Hange’s affection never failed in making him feel embarrassed. It also never failed in making him feel good. Levi craved her warmth more than he was comfortable admitting. That’s why he tried not to think about it too much.

“C’mon, four-eyes,” he tugged at her wrist, dragging away from the edge. “We came here to dance, did we not?”

"Someone's impatient, huh?" Hange teased. She stood in front of him, her arms hovering above his. "So... How do you want to do this?"

It didn't take Levi much time to decide. He did think about it. He put his left hand on her shoulder, and with his right one he grasped her palm. He took a step closer, their feet almost touching.

"Like this," he whispered.

"Alright," Hange nodded, a little shakily. "Alright, let's do it then."

She started to slowly move them around. Levi had never really understood the common obsession with dancing. People just spinned around while holding hands. There was nothing seemingly pleasant about this.

Now, though, he was inclined to change to his mind. Dancing with Hange was... fun. He liked the feeling of her hand in his, enjoyed the way she firmly held his waist. And looking up at her, with her eyes sparkling brightly even in the dark, Levi felt like he could keep dancing with her for hours. With Hange beside him, he was slowly forgetting about everything else. He felt like Hange and he were the only people in the world, nothing else mattered but Hange's bright eyes and soft smile. Nothing else was more important than this one small moment.

Hange sighed, putting her chin on Levi’s head. "I really needed this tonight. Thank you for indulging me, shorty."

"It's not that bad."

Hange stopped abruptly, her eyes going wide.

"Levi..." she began carefully. "Are you saying.... that you are enjoying this?"

"I said what I said," Levi retorted harshly. Maybe, he did enjoy the dance. What was wrong about it?

"Well, if you like it so much," Hange drew with a smirk on her lips. "We can do it more often."

"I will never dance in Erwin's shitty club."

"You didn't say no," Hange noted.

"I didn't," he agreed softly.

Hange beamed, and in the darkness, her smile was shining more brightly than the whole city below.

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